Confusion
This is kind of a spin off I guess from the story To Build a Home by Balletismyobsession She wrote a wonderful story and I highly recommend that it is read before this story is read or else it will not make sense. While reading the last chapter of the story I saw the story heading in a different direction then it did so I asked her if I could write my own ending and she kindly said yes. I wanted this to be a one shot but while writing it, I came to the conclusion that it is too long so I am breaking it up into several chapters. I hope you all like it and again please read To Build a Home first.
Oh one more thing. The part of the story that is in italic is from To Build a Home. I did not write it.
The thunder and lightning wouldn't stop growing louder and louder. Kurt could fell the electricity in the air traveling through my body. He knew he had to find his mom. She would know what was happening.
The wind was whipping, changing direction constantly so that Kurt never truly knew if he was going to be fighting the wind to move forward, or being pushed ahead by the powerful current. He wrapped his arms around his shirtless torso (why oh why had he not gotten a jacket before he left?) and carried on, having to squint to see past the rain that pelted his vision and dripped in his eyes. He'd just reached the front of the temple, saw the clear water running down the great marbled steps like a mini waterfall, when another flash lit up the sky followed quickly by an earsplitting boom.
The sound seemed to resonate in his very bones as he realized that lightning had struck the temple's roof. He winced, but knew that the marble would hold. And then he heard another sound. A higher pitched sound that was clearly human, calling his name. He turned.
"Mom?"
Her arms were around him before he could even move. She began to lead him away from the temple and he resisted, only to give up when she began to scream in his ear, the only way he could hear her over the roaring of the winds.
"What are you doing here? We need to get inside!"
He clung to her and they ran against the wind, being pelted from every direction with huge drops of water. He stumbled once or twice, but Elizabeth held onto her son and together, they soon came to their house, which seemed a dreary place in the foggy darkness. Elizabeth pushed the door open and shoved Kurt inside, where he collapsed on the ground, shaking and breathing hard. She yanked the door shut and locked it before dropping down next to him, breathing just as ragged.
"Kurt, baby," she panted as she ran her hand over his sopping hair and cupped his cheek, "what were you doing out there?"
"I couldn't find you," he whispered, feeling pathetic and dropped his gaze to the floor.
She sighed, a sound mixed with relief and exhaustion, and wrapped her son in a hug. "I'm sorry honey. I was in a meeting with the council."
Kurt pulled his face away from her shoulder and looked up at her, all the fear he'd felt melting out of his veins like snow. "Council?"
A shadow of doubt crossed her face, like she didn't want to tell him.
"Mom?"
"This had to be done. I can't live with the pain that I see in your eyes watching him. I'm so sorry Kurt and I know that you will forgive me but I had to do it. I love you honey. Remember that please."
"What are you talking about? What is happening?" Just as Kurt's' mother started to apologize again and tell him that she loves him, that was when Kurt felt it. A lightning bolt struck him. 'God it hurts so bad. How can this be happening to me?' As cut laid on the ground while his body was convulsing he started to see black and white flashing lights. He knew that he was dying again but he didn't understand how. His last thoughts before he faded away were of Blaine.
I know this chapter is extremely short but I figured it was best to end it on the cliff hanger. Again thank you balletismyobsession for allowing me to write this.