AN: Behold Gleeks! I have arisen from hiding to be dragged into making a glee!demon au. So low and behold the start of what will hopefully be a very interesting au. A special shout out to my beta/co-author Sarah who made me describe Kurt's outfit in much more detail and corrected my many mistakes when it came to tenses.

I hope you guys enjoy it :-)

Rachel Berry practically ran to the play area completely ignoring her surroundings or how her Father's called her name. Rachel was never allowed to go anywhere fun or interact with anyone her age. At the mere age of six she didn't really understand the reasons why, just that her dads were big meanies that didn't let her play. So after many tantrums, plenty of well-rehearsed storm outs and a killer case of puppy dog eyes her dads had agreed to let Rachel go to the park for the first time. Naturally she was incredibly excited and had planned her outfit especially for this occasion. Her flew wildly in the mid-summer breeze, an enormous grin splitting her face as she leaped onto the empty swing. She eagerly pushed herself off the ground with a delighted squeal, revelling in the sudden sense of freedom/life.

It was in this moment her eyes fell to the person on the swing next to her. There, sat on the seat next to her own, was a boy. He had short brown hair which at the moment fell slightly into his pale face. His small form was largely hidden in an incredibly fuzzy white sweater. The beetle brooch pinned to it almost made her start until she realized that it was definitely not real. Head tilting slightly, she couldn't help but think his pristine white pants were an odd choice for a playground. His head was hung and his face buried in his tiny hands. If she didn't know any better she'd have said he was crying, and after hearing a choked sob she knew she was right. She bit her lip, her hands playing with the hem of her sweater as she watched the boy with curiosity. At first she tried to focus on enjoying being outside for the first time, it wasn't like it was any of her business anyway. But after several more minutes of listening to his muffled sobbing she turned her body towards the boy.

'Are you okay?'

Rachel watched as the boy startled slightly; her face contorting as he continued to sob. After receiving only more sniffles she tried again, desperately trying to mask the nervousness in her voice. Rachel wasn't very good with handling other people's emotions. Her own were already plenty for her to handle; the concept of other people's being different merely a cause for confusion.

Yet still she felt drawn to this boy for some reason pushing her own feelings aside for the moment in order to try and help him. This time her voice was much softer and it possessed the gentler tone that always managed to make her dads smile.

'Why are you crying?'

The boy hastily wiped his eyes as he muttered a response.

'I'm fine'

His gaze shifted away from her, a weak attempt to try and deter her.

'Then why are you crying?'

'I said I'm fine!'

His form tensed, jaw working slightly despite the obvious residue of tears lingering on his face. She jumped at the harshness in his tone as he snapped at her. Still Rachel Berry was not one to give up.

'You don't look fine'

Folding his arms, he shot a disapproving glare her way before snapping back in the sassiest tone she'd ever heard from another child,

'That's not a very nice thing to say!'

'Well clearly something is bothering you! I was just trying to be nice and you were upset but I didn't know why an-'

She trailed off when the familiar sad expression returned to his little face. He seemed to deflate then, shoulders slumping as his gaze drifted to the ground. His feet carelessly kicking bits of sand. She scooted closer, reaching over to place her tiny hand on top of his. She wanted to ask him more questions but the boy was deadly silent and she didn't want to upset him any further. Her attempts to patiently wait for him to speak were short lived, leg starting to tap absently as she struggled to form sentences. Instead her words just came tumbling out in a nervous mess.

'we could…um…talk about it. W…w…what's wrong?'

Another moment of silence passed before he let out a sigh. His gaze never drifted from the floor as he spoke. His voice so far away and the only reminder that he was still with her was the warmth she could feel under her hand.

'My mummy is sick and the doctors won't save her. I don't want my mummy to die!'

Despite his attempt to stay composed, his voice wobbled on the second part. Rachel watched in horror as the boy's face fell once more and his eyes threatened to spill with tears. Which is when she leapt from her swing and wrapped her arms around his petite form practically knocking them both over in the process.

'No don't cry, it'll be okay.'

The boy was sniffling and after a moment of hesitation his fingers clung tightly to the fabric of her sweater as she tried to run her hands soothingly up and down his back. The movements seemed to calm him down somewhat but he still looked incredibly sad, prompting Rachel to speak again; wanting to remove the frown from his face.

'I know something that might cheer you up'

'Nothing can cheer me up!'

He insisted, the conviction behind the words breaking her heart.

'Aw don't say that. My daddies told me that if you wish for something it has to come true. Maybe we could try it?'

She felt him nod against her shoulder and a small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She pulled back slightly, making sure to keep eye contact with him as she flashed him a reassuring smile. Their hands were still intertwined as she spoke again.

'Close your eyes, count to three and then whisper your wish. You can do it!'

He nodded to her, closing his eyes and taking several long breaths before he spoke. His voice barely audible, little more than a whisper.

'I wish my mummy wasn't sick anymore'

His eyes were still closed when he felt Rachel lean in closer and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, her hand squeezing his as she did. He felt his cheeks warm up and when he opened his eyes he could only see her smiling face staring back at him. He tried to fight it but her smile was infectious and within seconds he was smiling right back. His body felt oddly relaxed as she hugged him once more before letting her hands fall away from his. Then the girl spoke again, her voice holding much more confidence than before.

'See, I told you it would cheer you up! What's your name?'

'Kurt'

He responded, straightening slightly without thought. The girl eagerly stuck her hand out, shaking his hand with confidence as she spoke at an alarmingly rapid speed.

'Kurt it is so nice to meet you. I'm Rachel Berry. I'm 6 and 3/4. I love the park; do you love the park Kurt? I finally got my daddies to let me come and this is turning out to be the best day ever. I finally have a friend. We're totally going to be best friends! We can play together and sing and dance. It's going to be so much fun! Do you like to sing and dance Kurt? I love to sing. I'm the best singer in my class!'

Kurt could only blink and nod along as Rachel continued to ramble on and on. He wasn't really sure what she was saying anymore but she seemed very excited so he figured he wouldn't burst her bubble. His smile grew as she got more and more energetic with each sentence, waving her hands around expressively as she told him all about her singing lessons and dancing lessons and how she had two dads. He had barely gotten a word in edge ways when a kind looking man had approached; telling the still rambling girl that it was time to go. Rachel had protested some, flashing a pout and whining about being taken away from her new friend and how she hadn't gotten to make her wish.

The girl was close to tears so Kurt had jumped in telling her that it was getting colder and that they could always see one another tomorrow. Her mood had picked back up at that point and they had shared another hug before Rachel was whisked away and he was left pondering what had just happened. His smile never faltered as he thought about his wish and maybe just maybe it might come true.