Its my first Story and I am scared but I love one shots so I thought I write one myself. I always have these what if scenarios so I thought I apply it to the the two cuties I squeel over every week on TV.
DISCLAIMER: All credit to Ryan Murphy and the Glee team for their amazing characters!
It was the easiest way to look like an accident. Frozen in the snow. Slushies had prepared him for this. After months of torment, the words of Karosky seemed to ring in his head. He was better off dead. Besides no one would understand him. No one would love him. Yes his dad had been there, and as much as it pained him, it was better that he had a normal son, like Finn. He would replace him eventually. His pale skin would easily sink into the snow and he would be just a memory. As the flakes clouded his vision more, he felt the world slip. His hands were already numb. Slowly he felt his knees buckle, the blood running through his legs slowed. The world of light began to fade into blackness. However he swore he could see a light…
Blaine didn't know what compelled him to run away to the Cabin. It was winter break and he was tired of spending another Christmas at Dalton. Another Christmas with friends and teachers giving him pity looks. Another Christmas, despite all the warmth in what he really saw as home, cold and alone.
His parents had always had plans over winter break. Its not like they forgot him, they just didn't include him in there vacations. It happened ever since he came out. Ever since his dad stopped looking at him as his son and only as a stranger. It was a look that still caused an ache in his chest and rage to begin to boil in his blood against his own parents.
This year, he didn't know why, but he opted to use the cabin they always use to go to when he was little. It was up in the mountains, between Lima and Westerville. A small cozy one room cabin with an attic that housed the bedrooms. In one corner there was a kitchen, in the center the fireplace with a stone sitting area which looped around the corner of the wall to become a window sill. The window was huge, at least five feet by four feet. It allowed Blaine to look over and down the mountain to see all the pine trees and all the snow as it fell. There was a couch on the opposite side of the window and next to it was a five foot Christmas tree Blaine had brought up, with a few presents.
Currently Blaine was sitting on the window sill, drinking coffee. Honestly this Christmas was the same as the one before and the one previous and more likely the one next, lonely. But this year it was more then just his family abandoning him. He had come to accept that long ago. It was a new loneliness. Sure he had been asked out once or twice, but he always politely declined. It wasn't the person, it was just that he didn't feel that click. Watching movies the prince and princess would have a special connection, something in their head that would click for both of them. Like when Belle recognized the Beast after he changed, or when Prince Eric saw Ariel for the first time with legs. Sure they had knew them before hand, but they had that connection that meant true love.
Call him a desperate hopeless romantic, but in this society today, all forms of true love were crushed. Not even if he was gay or not. He had seen many of his friend's girlfriends (or exs) get heartbroken or pine over a guy only to hear the dreaded words "it nots real". Even in his own parents he saw a partnership, like a business deal, but not a relationship, not love. Blaine was hoping next year he would find a love, but his chances of finding love was like finding an angel in the snow.
He had turned his head to look at the wonderful tree he put up. He proudly made all the ornaments himself out of gum wrappers, paper, glitter, fabric, whatever he could find. All of them were unique and crazy. Some were Disney characters, other were album covers, some were pendants from his favorite sports team (majority were Buckeyes). A weak smile went to his face. Despite everything even the loneliness he felt, he smiled as that tree reflected all his life was about. Now all he needed was a tree topper. He had brought the supplies up with him, but nothing came to mind. He was in a debate between star and angel.
With a sip and a sigh Blaine thought Merry Christmas Anderson and turned back to the window. The snow was coming down now. He could see the wind bash the trees and thrust snowflakes around the mountain covering everything in sight. In the distance he saw a black figure thrown around. However the figure didn't look like a log or stick or anything like that. Blaine eyes widen when he saw the mysterious figure collapse in the snow, realizing it was a person.
Blaine immediately jumped off of the sill, almost spilling his coffee in the process. Grabbing a coat, some earmuffs and scarf and some boots, he snatched a flashlight and charged into the snow. As he started down the mountain he screamed "Hey" just to get his attention. What kind of nut would be out here in this weather? Its only three days til Christmas. No one should be out here. The wind pressed against his face and his eyebrows froze as his eyes squinted to find the person. He had hoped that he was alive and okay. The cabin was at least several hundred feet away from the road. Anyone to come this far was either looking for him or wasn't thinking clearly.
His flashlight finally shown on the figure, a man dressed in black jeans and a light jacket. Tossing the flashlight inside his pocket he grabbed the man's hand and felt his skin. It was ice cold. He was near death. Blaine had to help him. Rolling him over, he picked him up bridal style and carried him back through the snow.
The wind started to pick up again. The snow danced around the pair and made everything blurry. Blaine thankfully still saw the light from the large cabin window. Steadily he placed one foot in front and pushed with all his might against the incoming wind and snow. His only thought was warmth. Not for him, but for this man. He felt his knees buckle slowly as he got closer to the cabin. The weight of the man and the snow were all coming against Blaine, but he pushed through. The second he opened the door. He collapsed to the ground.
Exhausted, he set the man down and closed the door. Taking a second to catch his breath he looked down at the man, or boy in front of him and gazed in shock and awe.
He had to be only a year or two older then Blaine. His skin was white as snow, as seen by through his hands and face. His light brown hair was frozen styled in place and the tips of his nose, ears and cheeks were light pink. He only had on jeans, a black shirt, and a light black jacket with boots. He's gorgeous. What color could his eyes be? Who cares, he is beautiful already!
He may be dead. That thought sent Blaine into action mode. He had heard about hyperthermia before and thankfully knew what to do. He quickly ran to the duffle bag on the side of the room with all of his clothes and grabbed sweatpants, a longsleeve shirt and blankets. Running back to the man. He quickly took off the mans coat and shirt. WHOA He has abs. Undapper thoughts blaine focus, focus! Trying not to look. He slid the shirt over the mysterious figures arms and head and did the same for the sweatshirt. Crap, his pants. Now Blaine stopped and thought for a second. If he was unconsicious would he want a stranger taking off his pants in order to warm him up. Carefully touching his thigh he felt a chill snake up his fingers. He was freezing, he needed warmth. Think girls, think girls, think girls! He quickly shimmied his jeans off, closing his eyes when he caught sight of the boxer and slid the sweat pants on. He ran across the room and grabbed several pairs of socks and placed them on his feet and took the earmuffs off his ears and delicately placed them on his.
Picking up the stranger, Blaine carried him over the couch and placed him there and tucked him and himself in under the blankets. As awkward as it was, he needed body warmth in order to stay alive. Holding him to his chest, he stroke his hand against the strangers shoulder. He exhaled a warm breath around the mans next and face, trying to pass some more warmth on to him. Please get warm, please wake up. Carefully he touched his hand to the mans neck. A new chill went up his spine, not from the cold put from something else. He moved his fingers around and found a blood vessel with a familiar bump, bump. There was a pulse, and it was rising. He pressed his ear against the mans mouth and held his breath and listened to his rising breaths. A small sigh escaped as he realized he was alive.
Blaine looked at this man in awe. He looked so fragile, yet strong. How could any human look like that. He thought he could compare this man to sleeping beauty or snow white but no, he was more. He looked sweet, innocent and yet intoxicating at the same time. Even frozen in the dark snow, there had been a glow about him. He was truly an angel with no wings or a halo, but a beating heart. One he had hope was strong enough to warm him up again.
He didn't want to pry himself away. He felt the boy's temperature raise and saw the colors in his cheeks turn to red, but he didn't want to leave. He felt that if he left, the boy would collapse into the state he found him in. he would freeze and shrivel up into nonexistence. Blaine had found him and gave him warmth. He was responsible for him now, because he was here.
However when the boy shifted position in his arms, Blaine jumped off the couch. He threw the blankets onto the boy and placed a pillow at his head. Blaine stared for a few minutes but only saw the boy squirm a bit. He looked asleep. Feeling his head, Blaine realized the boy was almost at normal temperature, and hopefully he would wake.
Blaine walked over to the kitchen and started a batch of hot chocolate and coffee. He walked over to the area by the door and picked up the man's jacket and jeans and laid them by the fire. Looking through his pockets he was able to find a wallet, keys, and a phone.
Kurt Hummel. Blaine turned to look at the boy on the couch as he read the name off the drivers license. What a beautiful name, Kurt. A smile appeared on his face as his mind repeated the name, over and over, until it was engrained. In his wallet he found a picture of Kurt and what appeared to be his family. He was wearing a suit, standing at a church. The man to his close right was bald wearing a tux as well. Standing next to him was a short woman with red hair in a white wedding dress and next to her was a tall boy around six foot with brown eyes. However Blaine kept looking back at the boy he found in the snow. Staring at the picture he finally was able to see the color of his eyes. They were a clear gray, almost like a blue but not quite green. They were intoxicating as Blaine felt they looked right through his soul.
He found some money and some credit card but no numbers. The phone was dead despite Blaine's countless attempts to turn it on and the keys were not use to him in this storm. There was no way to tell why Kurt had come up here. He did not recognize him. He seemed to be a normal teenager. He looked like he had a good family. But something was off. He saw it in his smile. Despite looking completely joyful at the occasion there was some type of pain in his eye. But he couldn't pinpoint what.
Blaine walked over to the kitchen to check on the drinks when he heard a noise.
The world started to flood back into Kurt's mind as his eyes opened. He found himself surrounded in warmth. The bright lights of the cabin and fire place dazed Kurt. Squinting a slight headache formed in his head. After the pain had started to settle, he came to his senses. Where am I? The last memory Kurt had was his face hitting the snow as he collapsed from the cold. He thought that was the end. It was the perfect end. Now he was here.
He sat up and looked down to see he was under some blankets. In the corner he saw a fire burn bright in the fire place, and his clothes laid next to it. He turned his head a saw a nice kitchen and a boy standing there.
He was shorter then Kurt. He had dark black hair with tight curls, damp from the snow. He was wearing dark flannel pants, socks, with a Dark blue sweatshirt. As the boy turned his head Kurt saw his Hazel eyes look right at him. Despite how cold Kurt still felt, his heart jumped at the sight of the boy.
The boy had a relieved smiled and walked over to him with a glass. "You had me worried for a while. I don't know if you like coffee so I made some hot chocolate instead" Kurt took the glass still shocked over what he was seeing. Am I dreaming? Who is this man?
"Thanks" Kurt's voice was weak, almost like it shivered as the words came out. Kurt scooted a bit under the blankets and grabbed the cup. He took a sip of the hot coco and felt the warm liquid glide down his throat. After the blizzard he had just came out of, the drink felt comforting, as the heat as it slid down his throat into his still frozen body. However after everything running through Kurt's mind, if there was a heaven, was he in one and if so, who is the angel?
"My name is Blaine." Blaine. Kurt's mind was still trying to wrap his head around the situation. He didn't know whether to be mad at him for pulling him out or overwhelmed by his presence. He had planned on leaving his lonely world and instead woke up in the warmth of a stranger, a lovely stranger with a named that seemed to float around his mind. It took a while before his mind caught up with his mouth and he introduced himself. "Kurt".
He gazed around the cabin Blaine lived in. It was warm, but simple. He had a small tree in the corner with a couple of presents. Kurt immediately felt some regret. He had been trying to get out of everybody's way but instead he was intruding on someone's vacation. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the fire place and more importantly, his clothes.
Kurt eyes immediately widen at the sight of his clothes. He looked down and lifted the blanket off of himself and saw the sweats he was wearing. Blaine saw the look on his face and panicked trying to explain. "I'm sorry. But you were really cold… I mean frozen.. like hypo something…And my teacher told me you have to remove all wet clothing in order to keep the body warm.. So I.. But I didn't look or do anything I swear… Eyes closed and everything is drying…and"
Kurt sighed and chuckled a breathy laugh, for the first time in months. This boy was so cute. So polite. He smiled and finally looked at him "It's fine."
Blaine seemed to look relaxed. He nodded and looked over at the clothes. The mood changed. Blaine looked him dead in the eye. " You only had on a small jacket, a shirt and jeans. Why did you not have on a coat or hat or scarf or gloves?" He sat down on the couch and looked a Kurt "Why were you even out there there?"
Kurt's thoughts reeled. Yes he could of lied and kept his feelings bubbled as always. He did so with his dad when Karosky terrorized him. It wasn't until Finn told his dad, that he found out. None of his friends knew. But at that moment the true reason came in Kurt's mind.
To end it. To slip away so no one would find me. Sure I can handle being gay. But I can't handle this world. This world where people stare at me for loving someone else. Not just stare, push, slushy, yell, scream, do nothing to help. Everyday its another bruise, another slur, another dirty look, another naive teacher thinking its will get better. Its like I am ostracized. I was meant to be alone. So might as well get lost. But look you found me. That must mean something. Some type of fate must have thought 'no you have to suffer by having a stranger find and report you'. He wouldn't understand. Why would he? He is rich, look at him, spending Christmas in a fancy cabin. He couldn't possibly understand…
A sudden feeling of warmth shocked Kurt out of his thoughts. Blaine slipped his hand on Kurt's and gave him a look in the eye. His hazel eyes pierced through his thoughts. They were warm, inviting. At the same time it was familiar. It was a look Kurt had seen in others before and even in some of his friends. It was look of longing, a look of hoping, a look of caring. Not of sympathy or pity, but of caring. This man, Blaine, wanted to listen to him. Wanted to hear his troubles.
Kurt had kept all of these thoughts hidden from his friends and family. Thinking no one would truly want to listen. They would sympathize and then quickly say "you need help" or "You are loved" but Kurt knew it wouldn't be enough. Somehow this look Blaine was giving made Kurt want to finally explain. And not fumble around and say he thought. No he wanted to explain every detail, all the pain he has been through. Want to tell all of battles and taunting and the hell he had been through. He finally took a deep breath and with glassy eyes began to talk.
"To find a way out." He said tentatively, continuing to look Blaine in the eye. He felt the tears hit his eyes as he continued. "I am the only out kid at my school. And there is a Neanderthal who has constantly made life hell for me, but its not just him. I just get called names, and attacked and.. " tears were dripping down his face as he took a sigh " I thought I do my friends and family a favor and.."
The tears were streaming down his cold face into his cup. Blaine felt his heart break. Here was a kid, just like him. He was alone, going through situations like him. Blaine thought back to the picture of Kurt he found in his wallet. His demeanor, his poise was all confident, and yet here he is breaking down. There was pain in his eye. Maybe it was physical, emotional, verbal. But all in all it was still pain. He was surprised how much courage Kurt had, showing his heart to Blaine and how lonely he was.
Blaine knew what that had been like. Maybe not the exact same, but no matter what, these thoughts are never the answer. He couldn't hold himself back. He crossed boundary line and pulled Kurt into the tightest hug of all. The sudden impact of warmth from him sent a few more tears falling down Kurt and even Blaine's face. Kurt clung on to Blaine and sobbed into his shoulder. He was overwhelmed by the warmth, the hold, the comfort that he let his guard down and stayed like this for what felt like forever.
Blaine, choked out two tears before whispering in his ears "I know. When I came out to my parents they looked at me like all the other kids did at school. That cold heartless look that makes it feel like your nothing. I may not know what exactly you are going through, but I know pain. I know it hurts. I know it makes you feel like the world is against you and in truth it is. But that doesn't mean you are any less of a person or less loved. You are not. We are not. Your family must love you, otherwise you wouldn't carry them in your wallet. You seem so strong. You shouldn't give in"
Finally backing away from the hug Blaine look Kurt in the eye. His eyes were red and puffy but his face had warmed up a bit more and was red as well. He could also see the pain, the hurt but also the overwhelming comfort. Somehow in Blaine heart Kurt knew in his heart he didn't want to end it. Kurt had expected to hear those words from his dad or a guidance consular and brush them off. But the fact that Blaine was gay, and even knew what it was like, something told him it must be true. Those thoughts suddenly started to fade. A huge weight was off his shoulders and finally a small smiled crept on Kurt's face and finally whispered a "Thank you". Blaine pulled him in for a second hug.
Kurt was overwhelmed. This morning he did not have the idea where his thoughts would lead him. He had handled them day in and day out. Some days he would go to bed thinking they would disappear, others he would sulk and on the occasional night he thought, what if. He surely never thought he would try to disappear in the mountains. Or that he would be rescued by some lovely guy who somehow knew what he was going through. He didn't believe in god but there had to be a reason why he must have pulled him out.
Several minutes of silence had gone by when Blaine finally spoke. "Your clothes should be dry now, but you need to stay in those blankets still and drink a lot of warm liquids. Unfortunately the snow storm isn't letting up now so you are staying the nigh. There is an extra bed upstairs if you don't find the couch comfortable. You need to sleep though. Clear your head of everything and just sleep."
Kurt nodded and sunk himself lower into the couch. Somehow the idea of staying here didn't seem so bad. Blaine gave him another two blankets which Kurt happily accepted. He also brought over his wallet, phone and keys and set a fresh cup of coco next to him. Kurt drank the liquid as Blaine watched him. He asked to feel his head to check if he was warming up and happily he was. As he swallowed the last bit of hot chocolate he nestled himself with his head against the pillow. Blaine took the cup and pulled the blankets higher up around his neck. And with one last smiled he said "Good night" and with that Kurt closed his eyes and let his weary and tired mind take him to sleep.
Blaine stood watching Kurt for a few moments until he was completely sound asleep. He silently hoped his words had some impact on him. He seemed so beautiful and had such a powerful presence. For the world to loose someone like him, the idea was heart breaking to him. As long as he could tell him he wasn't alone, that would be enough, at least, to start to silence those haunting thoughts.
Silently he stood and placed the mugs in the sink. It was pitch black outside, despite the blissfully white snow. He headed up the stairs but stopped as he passed by a table of craft supplies he had brought for ordainments. Seeing the white snow he glanced back at Kurt. Taking a mental photograph he took the supplies and headed up the stairs.
When Kurt woke up the next morning, he had the thought last night was all a dream. He thought for sure he was in his bed at home and all of the thoughts he had, didn't lead him to the mountain. It had to be a dream. Why else would he have met a cute boy name Blaine? That only happened in dreams.
But low and behold, the warmth of cabin woke him from that state. As the sleep began to shake away from his eyes, everything he thought he dreamed was there. The cabin, the snow, the boy, everything was true. He slowly sat up and took it in. Compared to last night, he felt better. Not completely normal, but calmer. The storm hadn't let up in the least bit and he didn't mind at all. Quietly he sat up and checked his phone. He had several missed calls from his Dad, Finn, Rachel, Mercedes and even Santana. He called his dad when he saw the little reception he had. Maybe there was a home phone there?
The beautiful boy was over by a little makeshift tree he didn't see last night. Kurt watched him for a few minutes. In the bright lights of the tree, the colored lights bounced off his skin. His eyes were focused on a single spot, the top of the tree.
Kurt looked up to where Blaine's eyes were and his mouth dropped. On the top of the tree was an angel. But not just any angel. In gold robes and wings the boy angel had pale white skin, painted red lips, and chestnut brown hair. His eyes were blue with specks of green and grey inside. Kurt's breathe hitched as the realization of the similarity set in. Its me
Blaine's head snapped when he saw Kurt on his feet. He looked between Kurt and the angel. Suddenly his face turned a deep shade of red. "Oh I'm sorry. This must look really creepy, but I just... I never saw... and I always thought..."
Kurt chuckled even more then he had did. His laugh was less breathy and more lighthearted. He thought it was so sweet that a boy designed an ornament, an angel, based on him. He felt his heart jump a little at the thought of a boy doing something that nice. "No, I like it. I always preferred angels over stars. It gives more life to the tree." He saw a smile creep across Blaine's face and him relax. He found it sweet how he got so nervous so fast.
They stood in silence looking at the tree. It was so beautiful and lit up. Even when the world was cold and surrounded by blinding snow, the tree still shined brightly and all the ornaments stood out. It may have twinkled or flickered but the lights never went out. It was then Kurt somehow realize how stupid it was to try and give up. Even though it looked bleak he had such a personality that he knew bullies or society couldn't make him dim. Yes the snow was cold, but there was always love. His friends and family loved him so much to worry and call him. And even the love of the stranger next to him to care enough to save him, despite not knowing his past or his flaws. A new confidence developed almost like a new skin and for the first time that year Kurt's heart swelled and felt his head lift up high.
Kurt was so lost in thought, that he didn't notice Blaine move away to the kitchen. He turned and saw Blaine with two plates of eggs and bacon and some coffee waiting for them. "I thought you would be hungry".
Kurt went over to the table sat down and ate his breakfast with Blaine. The two found so many things in common, singing, glee club, shows, Harry Potter, even a bit of fashion. Although Kurt partially cringed when Blaine said he thought bow ties were a necessary accessory. The conversation flowed and Kurt felt like he had made a new friend with only being in the conversation for five minutes.
When they finished Kurt finally remembered his phone. "Is there a home phone around here? I need to call my dad and tell him I am safe and to apologize for leaving." Blaine's head looked up from his almost empty plate and Kurt could have sworn he saw Blaine's expression fault a little at the idea of Kurt leaving. But he was a true gentleman. He walked up and opened a cupboard to find an old fashion red cord phone. Kurt chuckled at how ancient the thing was. He thanked Blaine, walked over to it and dialed his number.
Blaine had gone upstairs at that point to get dressed and to give Kurt some privacy. He was little sad at the idea of Kurt leaving, The storm was letting up so Kurt would see this as a perfect opportunity to leave, leave Blaine all by himself. He looked himself in the mirror in the bedroom and criticized himself. Just because you two have so much in common and he is so nice doesn't mean he would spend Christmas with you.But a voice inside Blaine made him reconsider what had happened. Instead of being all alone, he got to save a life. He helped a boy get off his feet and realize he needed to live. He found someone like him, going through the same struggles. And even thought it wasn't the fairy tale love he dreamed about it was a love. A new love for a new kind of friend. One he could stay in touch with and relate to on so many levels. And there was still a bit of hope for the two. Still he would miss Kurt when he would leave.
He suddenly heard footsteps run right up the stairs. Kurt sounded breathless as he met Blaine on the top of the stairs. "What is it?"
Kurt had the widest smile on his face and their was joy in his eyes Blaine could barely describe. Kurt tried to catch his breath as he answered Blaine. "I told my dad about how you were here all alone and he wanted me to invite you to spend Christmas with my family and friends in Lima. If you wanted"
Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a family wanted him to join them for Christmas. He attacked Kurt and gave him the biggest hug ever. Kurt was taken aback but hugged Blaine back. "That would be amazing!" As he pulled back he looked Kurt in the eyes "Thank you".
"No Thank you, for saving my life". The two backed up the rest of Blaine's belongings and turned off all the cabin lights. As the headed down the mountain, the snow was sprinkling on the two as they chatted about Christmas traditions. In the distance however the boys had forgotten to turn off the lights to the Christmas tree in the Cabin. The angel shown brightly through the window and would as the snow picked up and snowed in the cabin on Christmas eve. However Blaine and Kurt were safely at a house in Lima, drinking coffee and looking at that stars on Christmas eve. "Merry Christmas Kurt" "Merry Christmas Blaine".