Hey guys! I know I haven't updated in like fifty million years lol! But, this story like took over my brain and so far it's been really fun writing it. I based it off a movie I saw on Netflix called, "Heavan's Door." but of course I had to change it up a little bit and klaine-ify them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
A cool breeze blew through the air on a beautiful Saturday morning. It whistled through the trees, whose leaves were just beginning their transition from that familiar summer green to the annual autumn red, yellow and orange. The temperature outside was perfect. Just a light sweatshirt or jacket was enough to keep the body content. Throughout the streets, children played with one another, bouncing balls back and forth or drawing peacefully with sidewalk chalk. This beautiful sight was one that brought a smile to Burt Hummel's face. He loved this time of year, especially because he got see his sons and gorgeous granddaughters, Katie and Isabella-no- Bella. The six year old was persistent. Despite her grandfather telling her what a beautiful name Isabella was, she still insisted on being called just Bella.
She was a little diva in the making, just like her father has been at that age. Twelve year old, Katie, on the other, seemed more down to earth. She was content running outside, kicking a soccer ball or just sitting on the grass, listening to birds sing in tall trees above her.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Katie called, which brought Burt out of his thoughts. "Come play with me!" she added, a cheerful, white-toothed smile, plastered to her face.
"I'm coming sweetheart." Burt replied as he pushed himself up from the cement step in the front of the house and lumbered over to his granddaughter.
"Are you ready?" Katie asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be kid." He replied with a laughter. It was then that Katie broke away from her grandfather and began dribbling the ball up the yard towards a pop up soccer net that she had insisted on bringing from home. Burt honestly didn't know when she even got a chance to use that thing, living in New York City and all. He watched as his granddaughter ran away from him and got closer to the net. Then, just before she reached it, she lifted her leg in the air and gave the ball a hard kick that sent it soaring into the net. "Great job kiddo!" he called. "You're getting pretty good." Katie picked up the ball and ran back to her grandfather.
"Thanks…" She said, her voice lacking enthusiasm.
"What's wrong?" Burt asked. He knew his granddaughter well enough to know when something was bothering her.
"A lot of my teammates are better than me." She confessed.
"Well then you just need to practice." Burt replied, playfully grabbing her hands and swinging them around.
"I try…" Katie mumbled. "But, no one is ever around to practice with me. Daddy is always working with Miss Isabelle and Dad is grading papers for his classes. And - Bella's not the best competition."
"Then, I'll help you practice." Burt said happily.
"Grandpa...have you ever even played soccer?" Katie asked, a suspicious grin on her face.
"Well, no." Burt replied honestly. "But I've played football. It can't be that different,can it?" he told her.
"Very!" Katie replied cheekily.
"Well then...how about moral support? You do all the work and I'll be cheering for ya' every step of the way." Burt told her. "Maybe I'll even call your Aunt Santana to get some of those fancy cheers she did back in highschool." This got Katie laughing. The little giggles erupting out of her mouth were practically music to Burt's ears.
"I love you grandpa!" She squealed as she dove into her grandfather's embrace. "You're the best grandpa ever." she added.
"And you're the best granddaughter ever." Burt replied. "-but don't tell Bella." he quickly added. As they broke away from one another, Burt felt a pang of pain run up his arm and then he couldn't breathe. He clutched his chest and muffled out a groan before he felt his knees collapse and he fell to the solid ground beneath him.
"Grandpa!" Katie yelled as she quickly crouched down next to him. "Grandpa, please wake up! Daddy! Dad! Hurry! Something is wrong with Grandpa!" Burt could vaguely hear her cries, but he was being consumed by total darkness. It started in the corners of his eyes and slowly crept its way across Burt's full line of vision. Soon, Burt couldn't see his granddaughter's panicked face any longer. The darkness had consumed him, but now he could see something else; A little yellow dot of light that seemed to be growing larger and larger right before his very eyes.
I know this is starting off pretty angsty, but hang in there with me. This is only the beginning.