Hello there! FacyItalian here!
This is my first story here and I hope you like it. Chapter 1 of hopefully more R&R and maybe Rachel will go die in a hole!
Enjoy and if you don't notice this is in Blaine's perspective. Oh and Blaine shall have a southern accent just thought you should know
I DO NOT OWN Glee however I do own a pair of bunny slippers
Stars. Ever since i was a little boy they always seemed to fascinate me. I remember warm summer nights when me and my brother Cooper would go to the field behind our house where we would make up names for the stars and trace the constellations. However when Cooper was to look at them he would see nothing more than pretty sparkling lights while I would ponder what they were and why they were there. I remember when i would ask my mother what were stars she always would reply saying that the stars were angels in heaven watching down on the people they love keeping them out of harms way. Being a child and believing everything my parents said to me I believed her. So every night without fail I would still go outside like always but this time instead of childish games I would talk to my grandmother or my goldfish that died the week prior . I did this every night rain or snow until I was nine years old. One of the night like always I went outside sat in the grass and started to talk about my day to the stars. Hearing the click of the door I turned around to see my father walking over and ask who I was talking to. Being a naive child I replied with "Grandma." Letting out the sigh that he always did when he was breaking something to me, before it was the Easter bunny and Santa, then like the others he told me what stars really were. Of course I didn't want to believe him but as i got older the magic and child like innocence disappeared and now I can't help but roll my eyes at the naive story of stars being angels , but even though I know that they are just balls of gas in the sky i don't have the heart to tell Coopers five year old son the truth when he asks me about the stars, or the old lady down the street who looks up at the stars every night as if her husband can see her. I guess its because a part of me wishes that my mom was watching me from one of those lights.
No matter, life goes on so instead of standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk staring at the stars I decided to continue forth to the safe confines of my apartment away from the chilled November air. As I walked past the wave of people rushing to get home I couldn't help my eyes from looking up at the stars again. Tracing the lines and connecting the dots in the stars finding different constellations in the night sky like I used to do as a kid. After finding all the ones I could I looked back in front of me to see where I was. Shocked I found that I had walked into the middle of central park. Checking my watch I noticed it was already 2 am images of my girlfriend flipping out came to me and I know that I was going to get an earful later. Flipping open my phone i was met with a dark screen that mocked me. 'Note to self charge my phone during work so that it doesn't run out of battery' I mentally told myself turning around I made my way to the direction of the entrance making sure not to get distracted by staring at the stars. I pulled my jacket around me tighter noticing that the temperature had dropped significantly from earlier.
The sound of snow crunching beneath my boots and the rustling of leaves were the only sounds in the park. When the entrance of the park became visible I quickened my pace knowing my apartment was just across the street. However when I was only a few feet away a strange feeling washed over me making me stop in my tracks. It felt like something was calling to me begging for me to turn around. I gave into the urge and turned around to face the direction i had just come from. Without thinking I started to walk back until a dim light could be seen shining behind the foliage from near the middle of the park. Being a detective I couldn't suppress the urge to investigate so I continued to walk forward even though after seeing hundreds of horror movies I knew I should've hauled ass out of there. As I approached the source the light vanished leaving me with only the light of the moon to see. Still not satisfied I crept closer to where the light had been and what I was met with shocked me. The trees and plant life were dead in what seemed to be only in this area. Then I saw something. Slowly walking forward my breath hitched and took a step back. Instead of a monster or some hobo jacking off, there in the grass was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. Chestnut hair slightly ruffled falling on ivory skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Long eyelashes and pink lips stood out from her face. Or I thought it was a girl because they were far too angelic and beautiful to be a boy. They were wearing an all white dress or tunic with gold trim. If I believed in angels I would have thought that they were one in a heartbeat. Shaking my head I crept closer noticing that the said person had not moved. Quickly crouching next to them i put my finger on their neck checking for a pulse to find a very faint one. I sighed in relief when i saw their chest slowly rising and falling.
"Well I can't just leave 'em here," I said looking around to see if anyone else was watching before I slipped one arm behind their shoulders and the other behind their knees lifting them up. Slowly as not to cause further harm I walked to the edge of the park. Looking at my apartment building I saw that the light in my apartment was off meaning that Rachel was asleep. Crossing the street I stopped in front of my apartment buildings door staring at the keypad wondering how I was going to put in my password with both my hands currently occupied. Leaning over i pushed the buttons with my nose and smiled as the door clicked unlocked. Pushing it open with my foot I did a weird hop walk so i would not hit the door as it closed. Looking up stairs I thought how lucky I was that the person in my arms was extremely light or I probably wouldn't have made it out of the park. Stopping in front of my door I set the person on the carpeted floor and fished into my pocket for the key. Successfully opening the door as slowly as possible I carefully picked them back up bridal style and slowly went into the apartment. Closing the door with my foot I flinched at the loud click and then shuffled my way to the couch where I set down the person.
My eyes trailed down their body until I couldn't stand not knowing if they were a boy a girl. Slowly reaching my hand out I gently grabbed the end of the cloth and lifted it up only to drop it. If I could've seen my face I knew I would have been red as a tomato because the BOY was not wearing anything but the tunic like cloth. Unflustering myself I looked back at him and couldn't bring myself to look away. The way his lips were parted ever so slightly and the way his eyes would flutter in his sleep everything drew me in closer until I had to make myself look away before I did anything rash. Picking up a blanket off the floor I placed it over him and walked to my room. Discarding my shirt and pants I climbed carefully into bed and drifted off to sleep with images of angels in my sleep.
Well there's chapter one of a lot more to come! R&R pleaseeeeeeeee