Okay, this seems a lot like the original Wizard of Oz, but if I get enough feedback and continue, I promise that it will be alot different than the original. So, should this be continued?
After a long day of being tortured by unyielding cruel names from the petty neighboring boys, Kurt rushed to the porch of his Aunt Mildred's farm where he lived. The boy was only sixteen, but he had lost his mother at the young age of six. His father passed away of a broken heart a year later, and it broke the young man's heart every time he remembered his father whispering that he reminded her too much of his deceased wife.
Aunt Mildred was a rough woman who took Kurt in, but she wasn't the caring figure Kurt always longed for.
"Wipe them tears away, boy!" She said with a turn of her head before spitting a bit of chew from her cheek. "Now get out in the fields before the approaching storm."
Kurt did as he was told and scampered out into the hay fields while hiking the strap of his coveralls back on his shoulders.
Sitting down upon the soft soil, the boy allowed warmth to wash over his body, and he heavily breathed in the soothing smell of growing hay. Across the field, Kurt gazed longingly at the tall hardworking farmhand.
Only a moment had passed when Kurt looked away while he remembered the words of his aunt. He had only been fifteen when he confided in her about his sexuality. Comfort is not what he received. Short sausage fingers had whipped across his soft skin, and Kurt was sent to the ground clutching at the red handprint upon his cheek.
"You're wrong, Kurt!" She had yelled looming over him as a dark cloud would a thirsty land. "You don't know what you are; you're only fifteen. Stay away from the farmhands; good workers are hard to come by these days."
"Yes, Aunt Mildred," he murmured, hurrying to scurry off the wooden floor.
Pulling back to the present, Kurt hopped off the indented ground, brushed the dirt from his denim, and avoided the gaze of the workers while he made his way to the back of the barn where he often went to relax in solidarity.
Pushing his limp bangs into place, Kurt glanced up into the puffy white clouds blemishing the blue sky.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
"Wow, that was like really good," a soft voice spooked Kurt, and he jumped from where he had wandered from the shade of the barn into the beaming sunlight.
There he stood, and Kurt flushed red. "Oh, thanks," he murmured.
"Why don't you sing more often? We workers sing all the time in the fields."
"Kurt! What did I say about being near the farmhands?"
"Why would she say that you can't be near us?" His confused face was adorable, and Kurt wanted nothing more than to leap into his arms, but she called out again.
"Come inside this instant…" her voice slowly trailed off, and Kurt looked toward the cabin and could see her wide eyes at such a far off difference. He followed his aunt's gaze to see the darkest of clouds coming his way. Spiraling down from it was a tornado unlike all others.
"Run, Kurt!" The farmhand urged, taking his hand and pulling him along to the house. The worker followed Aunt Mildred down to the cellar, but Kurt rushed into the house to search for his cat, Chrissy.
Suddenly, his world was spinning, and he clutched to his cat while squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
And as quickly as it came, the house stilled, and Kurt stood, swaying slightly.
"Chrissy," Kurt murmured clutching his little darling, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." The house was surrounded by vibrant colors. Flowers unknown to Kurt's curious eyes gleamed in the sunny day.
"Kind Sir!" A small voice squeaked, and Kurt's looked all around for the source before looking down to see and tiny young woman. "You have saved us from the Wicked Witch of the East!"
"I…what?" Kurt stumbled. "I didn't do anything."
"Why of course you did!" She smiled earnestly, "you dropped your house upon her while she was flying over our homeland."
"Where am I anyways?" Kurt glanced around again to see a few more tiny people popping out of various places and giggle at Kurt's appearance.
"Why, good Sir, you are in the wonderful land of Oz!" A small munchkin man piped up skipping out of his hiding place. "More specifically, you have landed your house in Munchkin Land."
That explained the tiny people, but how did he get here? "How am I going to get home?" Kurt mumbled more to himself than to the tiny people.
Before any other squeaking could answer his question, a far off bubble reflected a hint of a rainbow, and all the munchkins gasped and parted in order to allow the bubble to move in to the tiny town.
A woman in an oversized pink sparkling dress appeared, and upon her head sat a tall crown. In her hand was a long wand which hosted a star on the very tip.
"You must go to the Wizard, of course," the strange woman giggled. "My name is Glinda, and I am the Good Witch of the North. Look to your feet, Kurt."
His first reaction was to ask how she knew his name, but he followed her request instead and looked at his feet expecting to see the dirty brown farm boots he had been wearing before his travel. In their place was a pair of gleaming ruby red boots.
"But how…"
"Come with me, child," she waved her wand in the direction she wished Kurt to turn, and he walked by her side back to where his house sat. There, underneath his porch, was a pair of limp legs covered by stripped tights. Cringing, Kurt watch as the legs curled unnaturally and sunk under the house.
A scream broke through the happy atmosphere, and both Glinda and Kurt redirected their attention to the skies. Black smoke filled the puffy clouds, and a wicked laugh rang throughout the land.
"How did you get those shoes?" And there before them all stood a woman of green with a face long and pointed from years of torment. "Those belong to me," she sneered, and she bent to tear them from his feet, but a shook run through her feminine hands.
"Be gone, Elp-
Glinda stopped her words and looked away quickly, and the atmosphere physically tightened. Clearing her throat, she continued, "the shoes choose him."
A dazzling white smile contrasted with the green. "I'll get you and you're little kitty cat, too!" Hopping back onto her broom, she rode off into the sky with a blazing hot trail of smog.
Glinda was gone when Kurt looked to his side, and a small Munchkin took his hand. "How am I supposed to get to the wizard?"
"Just follow the yellow brick road!" the munchkin giggled pulling Kurt along into a skipping motion. Soon all the creatures were skipping alongside Kurt who smiled widely.
Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow-brick road
Follow the yellow-brick, follow the yellow-brick
Follow the yellow-brick road.
You're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz
You'll find he is a Whiz of a Wiz is ever a Wiz there was
If ever, oh ever, a Wiz there was the Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things he does
You're off to see the wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!
And Kurt was sent off on his way down the yellow brick road.
Then he came to a fork in the road, and he paused to study each path. Separating the paths was a hay field, and there guarding the crops was a scarecrow who pointed to the left path. Kurt didn't head directly down the left path afraid that it could be a false lead.
Looking down the right path, Kurt took one step in the direction before glancing back to the scarecrow who now pointed to the right path. Kurt halted to study it when a crow landed on its' shoulder.
The scarecrow jumped to life, franticly waving his arms. "Get off of me, shoo shoo!"
Kurt stepped back. Never before had he imagined that a scarecrow would be living, but then again, he never imagined that he was be in a land called Oz.
"Do you think you could spare a moment to help me down?" The scarecrow asked, struggling to twist around and unhook himself from the pole which held him.
Kurt approached warily, but he helped the creature down. The scarecrow wobbled on his legs for a moment, and he collapsed in Kurt would was met with the warmth of the large body. Kurt's wide eyes examined the scarecrow atop of him as they lied in the soft soil
below.
"Sorry about that," he laughed, gathering himself and offering a hand to Kurt who took it and stood. "My name in Finn," he held out his hand again, and Kurt placed his own daintily into the other's. "That evil witch tied me to rot."
Kurt was dazed. Though his body was covered by raggedy cloth and hay stuck out from his frame, his exterior seemed almost human. He had what seemed to be actual flesh. Chocolate brown eyes smiled at him, and Kurt flushed, looking away.
"Do you happen to know which way to go to get to the Wizard?"
Finn nodded and started to head down the right path. "So why are you going to see the Wizard?"
"I don't belong here," Kurt mumbled. "I need to get back home…"
His mind trailed off as he began to think what it would be like to remain in Oz where he could start over. He wouldn't ridiculed for his sexuality in this lovely land.
"What is it?" Kurt broke out of his trance to see that he had stopped, and Finn was gazing at him curiously.
"Nothing, I'm just," he looked around to see a nearby apple orchard, "hungry."
Finn followed the other who wandered to the trees and plucked a ruby apple from a browned branch. As soon as the apple fell into his manicured hands, the branch swung and whipped across Kurt's cheek. He stumbled back shocked.
Finn hurried to his side and gathered him into his arms.
"Do you think it is funny to pull from other creatures? How would you like it if I tugged at your ears?" The other trees in the orchard joined in, and soon, the two were being pelted by apples.
"Hurry!" Finn pulled Kurt back onto the yellow path. The two walked a little farther, before Finn stopped into front of a small cottage. "It's been abandoned for ages." He looked to the darkening sky, "Would you like to stay here tonight? It'll be getting cool soon."
The other nodded figuring that it would be best to rest for a while.
"Kurt, it's time to get going. The sun has risen." Blue eyes flicked open to see that Finn was leaning over him, their faces just inches apart. Though brown orbs flickered down to plush lips, Finn moved away from Kurt.
"You have a bruise," he voice was soft, and his large calloused hand reached out to gently touch the dark spot on his cheek. A blush rose to Kurt's cheeks, and Finn smiled.
They got up and hit the road minutes later. "Look! I think I found some edible berries." Kurt plucked them, bracing himself for movement, but he was met with the pleasant surprise when the bushes didn't move.
Popping on in his mouth, he was pleased by the sweet taste of berry. A squeak came from close by, and Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin. There behind him was a man of tin who seemed to be rusted to his spot.
"Finn!" The scarecrow appeared next to him and took in the sight of the man. "Try to find his oil can."
In a matter of minutes, the man was walking and smiling.
"Thanks so much!" He laughed. "I was gathering lumber one evening when it began to rain, and I rusted. Where are you two going, anyway?"
"We are going to visit the Wizard. You see, I'm not from here. I'm trying to get home."
"I'm going to see him for brains." Kurt looked to Finn surprised. Finn only laughed before wrapping his arm around Kurt's.
"Would you mind if I came alone? All I want is heart." The two nodded, and together they sang. "We're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!"
Kurt snuck a look at Finn every so often to see the sparkling white smile in the sun, and Kurt drank in the heavy drug that was the tight hold Finn had on him.
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