[A/N]: So this idea just kinda hit me on my way home form school and I couldn't get it out of my head. I hope you like it and enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the characters. *meh creys*

We were running through the forest, trees whipping by at unimaginable speeds. I had never gone this fast before, and I was finding that I loved the speed, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I know it sounded like a cliché, but I had never felt so alive... well, maybe once before.

One Month Ago...

Kurt and I were hanging out a lot more now after Rachel's party, going for coffee, studying together, walking to each other's classes. We were almost inseparable, which made sense because he was quickly becoming my best friend.

I walked down the hall after Trig, heading towards the lunch room. I was craving one of the delicious grilled cheese sandwiches that they were planning on serving today, and Kurt would be there. It was almost sickening how bad I had it for that boy. I was just about to turn the corner when a hand latched onto my elbow, yanking me into a closet.

The door closed behind me, enveloping the small room in darkness. My first thought was that Karofsky had found me. I had been waiting for him to come for me. Ever since Kurt had told me about his mouth raping I had been expecting the hulking football player to come find me, trying to silence me and make his secret disappear.

I pressed against the nearest wall, trying to escape from the heated mass in front of me. My attempts to flee were futile though, as the figure moved closer.

I could feel hot breath on my neck, my jaw line, hovering right in front of my lips. Despite the darkness I closed my eyes, pressing them shut until green spots appeared. This was not happening, not again. My life was finally starting to work itself out. I was at a school where I was appreciated, I had plenty of friends, and I liked someone who I was pretty sure like me back. Was I not allowed to be happy?

Thoughts kept on rushing through my head as the person got impossibly closer. Then, the heat was gone. The light clicked on overhead, a sharp contrast to the previous darkness. My eyes opened and flew back shut, unable to adjust to the sudden brightness.

After a few seconds I opened my eyes and stared at the idiot in front of me.

"KURT! What do you think you're doing? You just about gave me a heart attack! I thought you were Karofsky for fuck's sake!" I ended my screaming fit by throwing my arms. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was hitting, as long as I was connecting with something I was happy.

"Blaine." I ignored him, continuing on with my assault.

"Blaine!" his voice was slightly more urgent now, almost shaking with some unidentifiable emotion.

"BLAINE!" He grabbed my wrists in mid-swing, holding them above my head. I struggled against him, trying to get my hands back so I could resume my attack.

I looked up to glare at my supposed best friend, but really, what kind of best friend does these kinds of things? Unfortunately my glare slipped right off my face when I looked up into a pair of cerulean eyes. Upon a closer look I saw that same unidentifiable emotion again.

Kurt's normally warm eyes had a hard edge to them. He was looking down at me and breathing heavily. I stared into his eyes, concern filling me.

"Kurt? Kurt, what's wrong?" I had barely finished speaking when he pushed me up against the wall, pinning my hands beside me.

I was about to ask him what the hell was going on when he started to speak right in my ear.

"I've been trying so hard, Blaine...to stay away from you. I wanted to keep my distance, I wanted to keep you safe, but I just...can't anymore." I could hear the desperation in his voice, could see his eyes wandering over my face, lingering on my lips.

"Kurt, I don't want to be away from you. What could you possibly be keeping me safe from?" He just bowed his head and gave a breathy laugh.

"From me." He looked back up at me, and it seemed almost as if he was pleading me to get away from him. I held firm and pressed myself closer to him. His eyes widened and some of the coldness seeped out of them.

"Blaine, you have no idea what I can do. You're not safe around me! I'm so...so destructive! I ruin everything I touch; no one is safe around me, especially you, especially because of how I feel about..." He snapped his mouth shut and he looked at the ground once again.

I ducked my head so I could look into his eyes. "Hey, it's alright Kurt. You don't have to pretend around me. We're all insecure about something; it doesn't make us any less lovable." He seemed to be processing my words so I kept talking.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, but..." He cut me off with a quiet whisper, barely heard above my own talking.

"I really want to kiss you." My jaw dropped. Had he really just said that? This magnificent creature wanted to kiss me? He seemed to see the confusion in my eyes, because he looked back up and set his jaw.

"I'm tired of running. I'm tired of new starts. I'm tired of not getting what I want and what I want...is to kiss you." I felt a smile creep onto my face. I had spent most of my teen years working hard to please other people, but this would be the first time I was helping myself before anyone else.

I slowly moved closer, making sure that this is what Kurt wanted. He didn't pull back so I moved closer still. I could feel his sweet breath on my lips when he finally spoke.

"Blaine, there's something you should know first..." I growled deeply at him. Whoa, I hadn't been expecting that.

"There is nothing else that I need to know Kurt, just...shut up and kiss me." And with that I pressed my lips to his.

It was better than I ever could have imagined. I had kissed other boys before but none of them had tasted this divine. It was like kissing vanilla, coffee and unfiltered sweetness all at the same time. Kurt responded almost immediately, pulling himself closer, pressing against my chest. Our lips moved together as one, reacting to each other's small movements. I drug my tongue across his lower lip, asking entrance into his mouth. He moaned quietly and opened in answer.

I darted in and started to explore, and by God his mouth was just as glorious as his lips were. Our tongues battled for dominance, moving in a deadly dance. Eventually the need for air dominated our need to kiss. We broke apart, both breathing heavily.

Kurt smiled and cocked his head, eyes shining. "I'm so glad I met you."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. I sighed contentedly.

"Me too."

Three Weeks Ago...

I walked down the hallway, clutching the hand of my boyfriend. Boyfriend. I was just starting to get over what had happened in the supply closet last week. Kurt was my boyfriend now. Everything just seemed so right, as if nothing could ever go wrong again.

I looked over at the slightly taller boy, wondering if he was feeling the same way I was. He looked down at me and smiled. He totally felt the same way.

I was starting to lean over to whisper my thoughts to him, but was brought up short by a gut-wrenching pain. I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach, gasping and writhing on the floor.

"OH MY GOD! Kurt! Kurt, someone stabbed me. I can't..." My speech was broken off by another wave of pain. Before I knew what had even happened I was enveloped in warmth, being carried swiftly towards the dorms.

I looked up through my misty eyes and saw an angel, no wait...that was Kurt. He was carrying me. The last thing that entered my mind was that either I weighed less than I thought, or Kurt was stronger than he seemed. Then, blackness.

I woke up to Kurt's smell surrounding me. The pains in my stomach had subsided and all that was left was the fear and memory of pain. I looked over my shoulder and saw him, sleeping peacefully, arms wrapped around me. I twisted carefully in his arms, so as to get a better look at his face.

He was such an angel. Wait. Thinking those words reminded me of what had happened earlier. I hadn't really been too worried considered the amount of pain that was distracting me, but I was fine now, and a little thought tugged at the edge of my mind.

How had Kurt carried me? Looking at him now I could see that he really wasn't strong enough to do so. Sure his arms were toned, but I wasn't a willowy, lithe boy either. I knew I was stockier, so it just didn't make sense that Kurt had been able to carry me, not just to my room, but up the stairs to get to our dorm as well.

I laid there turning the thought over in my head when Kurt started to stir. His eyes opened lazily and he yawned and stretched, strangely resembling a cat. After he had gotten comfortable once again he looked over and gave me a content smile.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I melted at the sound of his voice, almost forgetting what had been upsetting me only moment ago. I looked at him and gave a slight smile in return.

"I'm fine now, thank you for taking care of me. Can I ask you a question?" Kurt just kept smiling and ruffled my hair.

"Of course you can." I took a deep breath and ploughed through my next few sentences.

"How did you carry me up here? I mean, there's no way that you're strong enough to do that." Kurt visibly sighed and closed his eyes. I just waited for his response. After a few seconds his eyes slowly opened.

"There's something that I need to tell you."

Two Weeks Ago...

It had been seven days since Kurt had told me. Seven days since my world had come crumbling down. It had also been seven days since I had spoken to the love of my life. Yep and there it was. Another problem to throw on my growing pile of misfortune. I definitely loved Kurt still, even after what he told me seven days ago.

What he had said had shocked me to the very core. At first I did believe him, thinking that it was all just a joke. But after a while I saw that he wasn't laughing and that's when it hit me. I had jumped out of bed, and proceeded to whisper-yell at him.

"What do you mean I`m changing! How is that even possible? What ARE you?" I was in shock, but looking back now I realize that they may have been a better way of dealing with the information being told to me. Kurt's tears were falling faster than my questions could leave my mouth.

"I'm so sorry Blaine. I tried to tell you, in the closet, but I got caught up in the moment, and I wasn't thinking." At the time I had just been angry, angry that he hadn't told me the truth, angry that now, because of him, I was turning into someone...no, something different.

Only a few words from the conversation had really made sense at the time, but after a week of thinking and solitude I was starting to get it.

Kurt wasn't human. There, that was it. He wasn't human and now, because I had kissed him, neither was I. It was almost too much to comprehend, but I was managing as best as I could. He had said that the little things would be the first to go. I wouldn't need my glasses, or my contacts for that matter, anymore. My senses would become heightened, making everything sharper. My body would start to stretch and transform, into the perfect proportions.

I was becoming what Kurt had called a Changeling. From what I gathered they were a rare species. They lived here on Earth and were completely impossible to spot, if you didn't know what you were looking for.

School was steadily becoming easier, another effect of the change. You know how most people only use ten percent of their brain? Well Changelings use something like eighty or ninety percent, which was making my AP Calculus a whole lot easier.

The other day I had been running laps for gym, when I noticed that no one was near me. I looked ahead of me, thinking that I had fallen behind, but saw no one. I had then looked behind me and saw that entirety of the class was back there. I was a good half mile ahead of them, and I wasn't even breaking a sweat.

I was trying my hardest to ignore what was happening. Maybe I just finally understood math, maybe I was getting in better shape. But I knew, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, that Kurt was right. It was terrifying, but what was worse was that I wasn't even mad at Kurt, I just wanted him back.

It was harder, living without constantly talking, without being able to just run up and grab his hand. We had only been dating a week before our falling out, but it felt like there was a huge hole in my chest now, like it had been ripped out the second Kurt walked away from me.

It was then when I finally realized what I had to do.

One Week Ago

I ran down the hallways, not even trying to control how fast I was going, in an attempt to find the boy I so desperately needed to see. It had taken me a whole week to gather up the nerve to talk to Kurt, something that I was not proud of. I needed this boy like I needed air, so why was I so damn nervous to apologize to him?

Kurt's favourite places started to run through my brain; I checked the student commons, the cafeteria, and the little coffee stand in the main hall. He was nowhere to be found. I stood in the halls, bent over in exhaustion, hands on my knees, trying to figure out where he could be. I straightened up quickly, slapping myself in the forehead. I was such an idiot sometimes; I knew exactly where Kurt was.

I approached the choir room quietly, if Kurt was in here I would have to surprise him. He had been avoiding me as much as I had been avoiding him this week. As I got closer I heard the tinkling of piano keys, a soft voice singing along with it.

I stepped closer, pressing my ear against the door, but was still unable to make out the words being sung. Grabbing the door knob, I twisted it silently, slipping inside the room without a sound. That would be the one good thing about this change so far, I was deathly quiet now.

Standing at the back of the room I saw Kurt, for the first time in what seemed like forever. He was even more gorgeous than I remembered. His brown hair was swept up on top of his head perfectly, like always. He was sitting on the piano bench, blazer having been disregarded and tossed on the chair beside him. From here I could see his lithe figure, moving ever so gracefully underneath his school button-up.

Finally, I could hear the words spilling out of his dazzling mouth, the mouth that smiled to warmly, the mouth that told me a secret that changed my life, the mouth that I longed to kiss once again.

I've been alone,

Surrounded by darkness.

And I've seen how heartless,

The world can be.

My heart just about broke; Kurt was singing with so much pain that I could feel it coming off him in waves. I had been completely unaware how much this had been hurting Kurt. All I felt was shame, this entire time I had been worrying about how I was feeling, not even considering that this could be affecting Kurt as well.

I've seen you crying,

You felt like it's hopeless.

I'll always do my best,

To make you see...

Baby you're not alone,

'Cuz you're here with me.

And nothin's ever gonna bring us down,

'Cuz nothing can keep me from lovin' you.

And you know it's true,

It don't matter what'll come to be.

Our love is all we need,

To make it through.

I realized the truth in Kurt's words. Even after everything that had happened between us and after all the time that had passed, I knew I was still in love with him. There was nothing that this angel could do that would stop that. I couldn't even fathom how I had made it this long without being by his side, but I was glad that I was going to try and make it right.

I still have trouble,

I trip and stumble try'na make sense of things,

Sometimes.

I look for reasons,

But I don't need 'em.

All I need is to look in your eyes,

And I've realized...

Baby I'm not alone,

'Cuz you're here with me.

And nothin's ever gonna take us down,

'Cuz nothin' can keep me from lovin' you.

And you know it's true,

It don't matter what'll come to be.

Our love is all we need,

To make it through.

I walked quietly to Kurt's side, guided forward by his melodic voice. He turned to look at me, but kept playing and singing. I stared into his eyes, and knew instantly that everything would be okay. We could make it through this, and we would do it together.

'Cuz you're here with me,

And nothin's ever gonna bring us down.

'Cuz nothin', nothin',nothin',

Can keep me from loving you.

And you know it's true,

It don't matter what'll come to be.

You know our love,

Is all we need.

Our love is all we need,

To make it through.

He rose from the piano bench, looking at me with a joyous smile. I could actually look him in the eyes now because of my sudden growth spurt, which filled me with undeniable happiness.

"Kurt, I..." I was cut off by an elegant fingers pressed against my lips.

"Don't apologize. This was just as much my fault as yours." I smiled even wider at his words. He wasn't mad at me, which was what I had been expecting. "I'm just glad that you came back."

"Of course I came back. I can't stay away from you, it hurts way too much." I grabbed his hands and held them at my sides. I almost expected them to feel differently now that I knew his secret, but they didn't, they still felt baby soft and fit in my hands perfectly.

We were perfect for one another; I could feel in the depths of my soul, this was who I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. I looked at the boy standing in front of me. Who knew that I would have to change my whole life to realize how much I needed him. I decided that there was nothing left to lose, this boy deserved to know what I had been thinking and becoming more sure of every passing minute, for the last three weeks.

"Kurt, I love you." His eyes widened, then relaxed into a knowing look. He pulled me closer and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. It only lasted a second, but he had told what exactly what I needed to hear. He opened his mouth and whispered against my lips.

"I love you, too."

Ten Years Later

I woke up with the sun streaming through the window, directly into my eyes. I couldn't find it in me to be distraught though, how could I when I was waking up beside the most gorgeous man in this world?

I shook my beloved awake, encouraging him to greet the day. I was answered with a grumble and Kurt moving away from me.

"Kurt, come on. We don't want to be late on the first day of school, do we?" It would be my third time entering our junior year, because really, what else could we do? We were stuck at seventeen, which didn't leave to much room for anything. We were lucky that the change had made us both so tall, or we wouldn't be able to get away with anything.

I thought about all the things that had happened since Kurt and I had gotten back together. We had both decided that we would be happier at McKinley and had transferred for our senior year. We held hands in the halls, shared secret kisses, and on Prom, we finally gave ourselves to one another. It had perfect, and sweet, and everything that I had imagined it would be. After that everything seemed like our lives could only get better.

The only thing that had bothered both of us through the years was all the secrecy and moving. We could never stay in one place too long; Kurt said that people got suspicious too easily. Even now, I would wake up to the sound of Kurt's quiet sobs, listening to him mourn over his life that he lost, over the friends that he had to leave behind. We still kept tabs on all of our best friends, but never met with them.

It had taken almost three whole years to finally convince Kurt to tell me how old he really was. There had been yelling, tears, and words said that weren't meant to be spoken. After fighting for what seemed like forever, but had really only been a few hours, Kurt finally decided to tell me. I had been stunned into shock, surprised by the number that he had uttered. Thinking that my silence was been out of disgust, Kurt had burst out in tears. I had wrapped him up in my arms, reassuring him that I wasn't repulsed by him, as he had thought. To myself I had been thinking that one hundred and forty really wasn't that old.

Our lives were anything but boring. We spent down time travelling, seeing the world, meeting new people. We had only had to take drastic measures once, when I had gotten careless in Venice. The authorities had been watching us closely and had seen me running, really running, across rooftops. Kurt and I had been forced to dive off a cliff that night, convincing the police that we had died in the fall.

I shook my head, bringing myself out of my memories. If we didn't get up right now we really would be late for school. All our friends were going to be waiting for us, ready to start our junior year together.

"Kurt, don't make me tickle you. I swear to God I will!" After more silence from Kurt's side of the bed I decided to attack. Bouncing on top of Kurt I began to tickle his sides relentlessly. He instantly began to laugh breathlessly, trying fruitlessly to get away. I slid my hands underneath his silk pyjama shirt and stopped my tickling tirade.

Kurt looked up at me through half-lidded eyes. "Are you sure you want to go to school today?" His smile just about melted my bones into jelly.

I lay back down beside him, wrapping my arms around his tiny waste. "I think I just want to stay home today, actually." This boy was such a bad influence on me, I couldn't even say no to him.

We lay there, chests rising and falling together, content in the silence. I heard music coming from somewhere, suddenly. I listening quietly and realized it was Kurt. He was humming the opening bars to the first song I ever sang to him, our song.

I joined in after a while, singing the words that seemed to match our lives so perfectly. This boy was all I needed, and I couldn't wait to live with him for the rest of eternity.

No regrets,

Just love.

We can dance,

Until we die.

You and I,

Will be young forever...

[A/N]: So I sincerely hoped you enjoyed this, and hey, if I get enough reviews I may consider turning it into a multi-chapter. For those who have read TPM I would like to say that no, I haven't given up on it, I jsut needed a temporary change of scenery... :) So if you like this story and would like to see more of Changeling!Kurt and Blaine send me a review with your thoughts!

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