Author's note:
Holy shit so this is happening, alright. This whole fic started out as a little idea me and my buddy came up with while we were at the park, and then after about an hour or two, we had this giant full fledged story idea, with plot twists and sad undertones, and couples, and lots of characters.
Thank you so much to "askprincesssterling-andhisjoker" for betaing, you're the best. Thank you for reading, and thank myself for not losing inspiration. Also thanks to the bands who I listened to on repeat while writing this prologue. Eee. Just thank you. Thanks. Ok.
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Hi! This is actually happening Jesus. Lets just say first off I would love to thank the beta: askprincesssterling-andhisjoker, for taking time out of her day to help us beta this fic.
The idea started out with my friend and I were going over how Kurt's mum had died, we started adding in other fandoms with making our idea perfect then we came up with this whole plot line. From that day on we've thought of many more ideas and plot lines. I know you probably aren't even reading this so I dont want to go on for too long. Thank you for reading and may your feels be ever in your favor.
-S
PS- I would also love to give a HUGE thanks to our other beta Allegra (sh-watson-lock) who as well betad this and took a huge chunk out of her day to do so, so thank you!
Elizabeth Hummel sat in the drivers seat of her husband's pickup truck, her best friend Caroline Abrams sitting squished next to her own son, Artie. It was tradition for Elizabeth, the Abrams, and Elizabeth's son, Kurt, to have a tea parties every single Sunday. It was not a particularly nice afternoon, the sky was dark grey and filled with heavy looking clouds. Inside the car, it was nearly silent, except the low rumbling of the engine as they drove past the fields of straw stretching out on both sides of the country road.
"Mummy, when will we be there?" Artie asked, looking as up his glasses slipped down his nose a bit.
"Artie, remember the saying 'patience is virtue'?" Caroline said, bopping her son on the nose.
"Not right now it's not." Artie huffed, crossing his arms over his small chest.
Elizabeth laughed kindly at the small boy who sat beside her, forehead squished against the window, glaring out onto the corn fields.
"We'll be there soon, Artie." Elizabeth said reaching over to pat Artie's arm.
"ELIZABETH!" Caroline screamed suddenly, pointing at the road panicked. Elizabeth quickly looked back to the crossroads that they were coming up to and saw a red car speeding toward them, and barely had a chance to scream before a whole lot of nothing took over.
A searing pain went through Elizabeth's body, yet her eyes stayed open, which caused a stabbing pain between her eyebrows. She could hear the muffled screams of what she thought might be her friend and her child. Her head was spinning, there was blood. A lot of blood. Her hands were wet, she moved her arm around and felt for Caroline. Once she found the other woman's hand, she felt Caroline clasp her own in a tight grip.
"Tell Burt and Kurt that I love them." Elizabeth whispered near silently, as she felt herself becoming engulfed with black. Black. Then nothing at all. A choked sob escaped Caroline, as she gripped Elizabeth's hand. She shifted a little, looking for her son. Then she felt what she'd been hoping she wouldn't, Artie's limp body. She pulled his body against hers, moving towards him and letting go of her best friend's hand. Artie's glasses had been broken, and the window was smashed. She looked for any damage and then found it, a piece of glass embedded Artie's chest. She heard something vaguely like a whimper and then complete silence fell.
"No." at first it came out as a soft whisper.
"No!" Caroline sobbed as she tried to get out of the mess of the car. Once she exited the vehicle, she pulled out Artie and Elizabeth's limp bodies. Caroline held Artie close to her chest, sobbing into his blood soaked hair.
"No! No, my baby! Don't be dead! Please god, don't take my little boy away from me. Not him, too," Caroline sat on the road holding Artie as close to herself as possible, let out deep wrenching sobs.
"What's his name, Caroline?" a voice said from above Caroline, she looked up in surprise, she'd forgotten that there was another person involved in the accident. Standing over her was a girl with short blonde hair and a sly grin on her lips.
"Artie..." Caroline wiped her eyes and looked up at the blonde girl, then noticed her almost destroyed car. Yet the she was not scratched.
"Why aren't you hurt are you... Oh." Caroline squinted her puffy eyes up at the girl, she held her dead son closer to her body "you're a crossroads demon."
"Yes I am, I go by two names, Ruby is the one you will be calling me." She smirked down at Caroline, "and yes I know, I was never a crossroad demon but now I am banished to do this job for punishment." Ruby turned around and kicked a piece of car rubble with her pink high heel clad foot.
"So are you going to make me a deal or not?" Caroline demanded, suddenly furious at the demon, who was looking up at the horizon, her expression one that clearly implied she couldn't care less. Once she had asked her question, the demon turned around, eyes black as night, grinning like Christmas had come early.
"If you want to." the demon answered, looking vaguely surprised that a mortal would know about her deals. Caroline nodded quickly, fresh tears spilling down her face.
"Anything to get my little boy back," she whispered brokenly, running her fingers through his hair.
"Well get up then I haven't got all day, I have people to meet, places to see.." Ruby said impatiently.
Caroline put Artie down softly and kissed his forehead.
"Don't worry sweetie, mummy's going to bring you back." Caroline gave her son one more look before walking over to Ruby who stood by her destroyed car, "I've read up on selling your soul to a demon, they give you 10 years till the hell hound comes. Am I correct?"
"Yes, that is correct." The demon answered, waving her hand nonchalantly, eyes going back their regular green shade, Caroline nodded slowly at the answer before going over it in her head.
"Artie's father is dead, if I die in 10 years he'll be alone when he's 17." Caroline murmured, as Ruby nodded, examining her nails. "Can you give me 20 years?"
Ruby sneered, and looked at Caroline eyes gone black again. Caroline jumped slightly.
"That deal is frowned upon in Lucifer's aspects, but it has been done before; the rules are the demon gets to choose something on the body to take away from the person." Ruby says smirking slyly. Caroline opens her mouth to argue but Ruby shushes her by putting her finger to Caroline's lips.
"I think I am going to take his eyes!" Ruby says with a manic laugh, "No that's too easy... I'm going to take his legs." Ruby says, she turns to Caroline and holds out her hand.
"I give you 20 years, then I send my baby hell-hounds after you, and I also hereby banish your son Artie Abrams into a wheelchair for the rest of his life." Caroline took a step forward and took Ruby's hand closing her eyes as she felt the energy around her change.
"Thank you for business," Ruby says grinning, "Now like I said before, I have a wedding I need to attend." Then she was gone.
Caroline turned right to where her son was lying on the ground, and the glass shard that was embedded in his chest melted away in front of her eyes and Artie started to cough.
"Oh my god." Caroline whispered into Artie's hair as she held him close to her body, "I thought I had lost you there."
Artie wiggled slightly in his mother's embrace.
"Mummy? What happened?" Artie's voice was muffled by Caroline's shirt.
"Nothing, just a little car accident." Caroline answered her curious son.
"Where's Elizabeth?" Artie asked.
"She went to visit Papa." Artie gasped when he heard the response.
"But then Kurt can't visit her." Caroline hummed and soothed Artie some more.
"I need to call the ambulance and police." Caroline said shifting so she could get her phone from her back pocket.
"Daddy?" a little Kurt Hummel asked poking his head into the kitchen where his father Burt Hummel was making tea and snacks for when his wife got home with Caroline and her son Artie.
"What's up kiddo?" Burt asks wiping his hands on his run down jeans.
"When's mummy getting back?" Kurt say's looking up at Burt with big blue eyes. Burt laughs and walks over to small 8 year old.
"Soon." Burt picks Kurt up hitching him up on his hip and walking into the living room.
As they are walking to the couch their doorbell rings, Burt looks toward where the door is.
"Is that mummy, daddy?" Kurt asks as they walk towards the old grey door.
"I don't know, bud." Burt said, finally reaching it and opening it, there on his doorstep were two police officers.
"Mr. Hummel?" the taller one of the officers asked, in a quiet tone, "I'm Officer Rogers, can I speak to you for a moment?"
"Sure, what's up? Did I park in an illegal spot again?" Burt chuckled lightly, putting Kurt down beside him.
"No, thats not it, its..." Officer Rogers trailed off, "Your wife has been in an accident." Burt s face paled, Kurt looked at his dad confused about what the man was saying.
"We're sorry to inform you but your wife has died." Burt released a breath, tears falling to his cheeks. He couldn't hear anything other than the blood rushing in his ears. The love of his life was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. Kurt looked between the police officers and his dad.
"Daddy? Why are you crying?" Kurt tugged on his fathers pant leg, Burt wiped his eyes. Roger the police officer nodded at his partner and they left walking to their car, Burt squatted kneeling in front of Kurt taking his hand and kissing his forehead. "Where's mummy? What did the police want?" his voice was getting hysterical, "I want mum! Where is she?!"
"Mummy was in a car accident and she didn't make it through." Burt said, Kurt tilted his head confused.
"What do you mean? She didn't make it through what?" Kurt asked frowning at his father.
"She died." Burt said softly more tears falling from his eyes, Kurt's eyes widened.
"What but no, me her and Artie were going to have tea. Daddy I don't understand. She couldn't have died." Kurt started to panic. He looked around then tried to run outside, but before he could Burt wrapped his arms around Kurt, clutching tightly as if he let him go Kurt would die as well.
"Daddy let me go! I need to go find mummy." Kurt sobbed into Burt's neck, the tears soaking through Burt's shirt, finally Kurt got free of his father's grasp,
"You're wrong! Mummy is fine! She's waiting for me!" he let out a choked sob and raced past his dad outside,"Kurt! Come back!" Burt jumped up, "I need to find mummy!" he screamed, his cheeks wet, "I need to find her! I need to! Daddy!" he ran out onto the sidewalk and started running. Burt ran after his son calling his name.
Burt caught up and grabbed Kurt's arm turning him around.
"No daddy, I need to go find her. She can't be gone." Kurt whimpered, Burt's eyes saddened as he watched his son's heart shatter the same way his had minutes earlier.
"Hey, hey. Don't cry, K." Burt said wiping tears from Kurt's cheeks with his thumb, "Everything is going to be fine."
Kurt wailed, "No it's not, daddy!" Burt hung his head, knowing Kurt was right, and a sob wracked through his body. Kurt hugged Burt and Burt tightened his grip on his son, picking him up and walking back to their house. Burt patted Kurt's back soothingly.
"Shh, shh. Everything's going to be alright, you know why?" Burt asks his son, Kurt makes a questioning noise from where his head rested on Burt s shoulder, "Because we have each other. You and me bud." Burt comforted his son.
Once they got back to the house Burt took them up too his and Elizabeth room. Burt pushed the white door open and put Kurt down on the bed, Kurt pulled his knees up tightly to his chest and put his head down on them, rocking back and forth. Burt sat next to his wrecked son and puts his arms around him and pulled him in close. Kurt wrapped his arms around his father's neck.
"It's going to be okay." Burt said voice thick with the sobs he was trying to keep back, "We're going to get through this, everything's going to be okay." Kurt gripped Burt's shirt, started to yell, pounding his little fists on his dad's chest.
After over 20 minutes, Kurt had fallen asleep from exhaustion, his face all red and swollen from crying. Burt frowned at how broken hearted his 8 year old son already looked. Burt moved him so he was on Elizabeth's side of the bed and put Elizabeth's special violet blanket over top of Kurt. Once Kurt was all settled Burt leaned down and kisses his son on his forehead.
"It's going to okay, son. We're going to get through this." Burt whispered quietly into the sad dark room.
I hope you enjoyed!
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Anyways we will be updating sometime around next weekend!
-S