Making a New World

Kurt and Blaine are both wounded soldiers in France during the WWII. They meet after Kurt is brought in and they become friends, and maybe more...

Warnings: Character death (yeah I know, I'm sorry). Some swearing probably... And then of course, BOY KISSES! and stuff.

Chapter 1

France, 1917

It was the middle of the night. The room was quiet except for the harmonies of snores coming from the surrounding beds and the only source of light was the moonlight streaming in through the windows. Blaine Anderson, in the third bed to the right of the entrance, was the only one still awake. He was staring at the Red Cross sign hanging on the opposite wall and reading the tiny text on it for what must have been the 100th time. It was his second night in the hard bed and Blaine was confident he could recite the text in his sleep. The text was in Latin so he had no idea what any of it meant but it had kept him occupied during the nearly sleepless nights. It wasn't the pain from his injury that was keeping him up, nor was it the snoring from the 20 or so other beds in the room. Blaine was just so mind-numbingly bored. He had been fighting with his division for over 3 months, ever since the United States had joined the war, and now he didn't know what to do with himself. A book would have been appreciated but the VAD facility didn't have any to offer. The days had been more tolerable so far because he could talk to the other patients, two of the boys from Blaine's division were even situated in the same room as he, but at night he was alone.

Blaine sighed and glanced at the bed to the left of him. It was empty and freshly made, radiating deceiving comfort. During Blaine's short time in the ward two occupants of the bed had passed away, the second one not many hours prior and it saddened Blaine to think of his dead fellow soldiers. Perhaps death shouldn't affect him after the amount of dead bodies he had stepped over and possibly been the cause of before he landed in the hospital, but Blaine had yet to become immune to it. Maybe that was a good thing... With another sigh he turned his eyes back to the sign and started humming a lullaby softly to himself. He had never cared for counting sheep and besides, nighttime was the only time he could sing without anyone laughing at him. Suddenly his soft singing was interrupted by fast footsteps coming down the hall. Three nurses hurried through the room, paying no notice to Blaine who slid deeper under his blanket to shield himself from sight. One of the nurses silently opened the entrance door and two men carrying a stretcher stomped in. Blaine snuck a glance at the figure on the stretcher whilst almost completely covered. It was a boy, looking to be about 17 like Blaine, but it was hard to tell as his face was covered in blood. A big red stain was slowly spreading over a piece of cloth pressed over his stomach. The nurses were speaking with the two men in hushed voices and Blaine held his breath to try and hear what they were saying.

"What happened to this one?"

"A land mine. He must have been standing some way away from it because he was the only survivor."

"Injuries?"

"As far as we could tell he has a gash above his forehead and he has a piece of metal in the upper abdomen."

Blaine audibly winced but no one seemed to notice. The nurses motioned for the men to carry the stretcher into the back but before they made it out of the room the boy on it opened his eyes. They were the bluest eyes Blaine had ever seen and for a moment the two boys looked at each other as if transfixed by the others' gaze. But then the boy with the aquamarine eyes lost consciousness again and the stretcher was carried away. The room was empty again and not a single patient had been woken from their sleep. Blaine scooted up the bed again and glanced at the door where the boy had disappeared, his body slowly coming down from an adrenaline kick he hadn't even been aware of. As he let his head sink into the pillow he suddenly felt very tired. I suppose I'm not bored anymore, he thought to himself. He let his drooping eyelids fall shut and fell asleep with bright blue eyes swimming in his mind.

...

When Blaine woke up the next morning the sun was already rising high on the sky and patients and nurses were moving around the room. Blinking against the sunlight, Blaine sat up slowly and stretched carefully. Several men were sitting with empty trays in their laps and Blaine turned to see his own breakfast, consisting of a piece of bread and a glass of water, had been placed by his bed when he was asleep. Then, looking past the tray, he noticed that the bed next to his was occupied. It was the boy from last night who was lying with his eyes closed and a bandage wrapped around his head. Now, with the blood washed from his face, Blaine could confirm his guess that the boy must be around his own age. The lack of blood also allowed him to see how beautiful the soldier was. He had skin like porcelain with a few freckles dusting his cheeks here and there and his lips were cherry red against his pale face. A memory of blue crept into his mind and Blaine felt an urge to shake the boy in hopes of waking him so he could see those beautiful eyes again. He didn't of course. He was a gentleman after all.

" I see someone has woken from their little sleep-in," came a voice from behind Blaine. He turned around to see a nurse standing by his bed with an eyebrow raised. Blaine fell back against his pillow and smiled at her.

"Good morning, nurse Fabray! You look lovely as always," Blaine said with a dashing smile. Nurse Fabray smiled back and rolled her eyes fondly.

"Quite the charmer, aren't you?" she said and Blaine shrugged lightly. "Well Mr. Charming, it's time to change your bandages. Shirt off, please." She motioned at the paper-like shirt Blaine was wearing and proceeded to help him gently pull it over his head. The nurse took off the old bandages wrapped around his midsection and inspected his ribs with a prodding finger. "How much does that hurt?" she asked as if Blaine's sharp intake of breath wasn't enough answer.

"A lot," Blaine answered pointedly as she continued to poke at the bruises forming on his side. She gave him an apologetic smile as she started to lightly pull at his ribs and Blaine bit his tongue to keep from screaming. How long would this go on? As if she had read his mind, nurse Fabray straightened up and picked up a fresh roll of gauze and started rolling it tightly around Blaine's chest.

"Well, they are healing just fine, but you will probably have to deal with pain for a couple of weeks as the process is quite slow," she said as she fastened the gauze. Blaine released a shaky breath and nodded. His side was throbbing from the pressure the gauze provided but he didn't complain. It was necessary.

"Thank you," he said and she gave him a small smile.

"So how do you like your new bed mate?" she asked and gestured toward the unconscious boy next to Blaine. As he had yet to wake up and Blaine hadn't really gotten an impression of him he just shrugged noncommittally.

"What is his name?" Blaine asked instead and the woman leaning by his bed checked some papers she had with her.

"His uniform tag said Private Hummel and that's all we know. Well, that and that he's American." Blaine nodded silently and took the boy's face in once again. His bangs were falling across his forehead and in the sunlight the skin Blaine had thought looked like porcelain now looked almost luminescent and as he breathed even breaths he made little noises like-

"...go check on the other patients so eat your breakfast and call me if the pain increases." Blaine wasn't sure how long the nurse had been talking for but he smiled and nodded happily as she walked away. He leant back against his pillow and rested his eyes on the boy next to him again.

"Private Hummel," he whispered, his tongue trying out the name as his gaze trailed on fluttering eyelids. "I hope you wake up."

"Looks like you've been replaced, Anderson!" A man in a similar paper gown as Blaine's was approaching, supporting himself on a pair of wooden crutches. He looked like a typical soldier, tall, muscular and undeniably intimidating. Blaine raised an eyebrow at the grinning man.

"Good morning to you too, Puckerman," he said dryly. "How have I been replaced, might I ask?" Puckerman pointed at the unmoving figure to the left of Blaine with one of his crutches.

"Well, now that we have young Mr. Unconscious in our midst, you are no longer the new one, Anderson," he answered as he sat down heavily on Blaine's bed and placed his crutches across his lap. Blaine had met Noah Puckerman during his first day in the facility and he had taken it upon himself to be Blaine's "guide" to the place. He had been there for over 2 months due to an excessive leg injury caused by a collapsing house that had crushed one of his limbs and was apparently considered something of an expert. Blaine wasn't entirely sure if Puckerman had been a very helpful guide since the majority of his advice had consisted of ways of getting more food or how to get some private time with the nurses and Blaine was in great need of neither. He held his answer while Puckerman winked not very subtly at a passing nurse who giggled and smiled back coyly.

"I see," Blaine said with force to retrieve Puckerman's attention. "And I suppose I should be happy that this boy is hurt so that I can escape the great misfortune of being the "new one", am I?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He waited with a scowl for Puckerman to realize how horrible and inhumane the idea was but he only clapped Blaine on his leg and rose from his bed with a chuckle.

"Exactly!" Puckerman made his limping way over to the nurse he had been flirting with in passing and Blaine watched him go in a huff. Some guide he was.

...

The sun was setting before there was any movement from the bed next to Blaine's. He had just put aside his dinner tray, a vegetable soup made on pickled carrots and water, when he heard a small groan coming from the bed. He turned and looked on as Private Hummel started to stir and then slowly opened his eyes. The boy squinted against the light and then his eyes turned on Blaine. They were even more exquisite now. Bright blue with light swirls of green and grey in them and Blaine felt like he was never going to be able to look away.

"Hello," he said breathlessly and cleared his throat, blushing from the instability of his voice. "I was starting to worry you would never wake up," he tried with a steadier voice. The boy was staring at him like he was speaking Chinese and Blaine backtracked quickly. Nurse Fabray had said he was American, hadn't she? Maybe he hadn't been wearing his own tags and was actually French or something. Maybe he had brain damage after the blow to his head and didn't remember how to speak. "Do you need me to call for a nurse?" Blaine asked tentatively but he needn't worry.

"Where am I?" the boy asked in perfect English, perhaps somewhat hoarse, and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have to bring out his gruesome French to communicate with the boy. Then he noticed that the boy in front of him looked almost terrified and of course, he was in a strange room with a boy he didn't know and he was most likely in pain. Way to be a gentleman, Blaine.

"I apologize. You are in a VAD facility in the south of France. You came in unconscious last night with some rather serious injuries but as far as I know they managed to repair the worst of it. Apparently you were standing by an exploding land mine but you must have been standing some distance away from it because you didn't get killed, obviously," Blaine was rambling and he knew it. He was quickly running out of air to speak but for some reason, when those ocean eyes were directed at him, he seemed to lose all proper brain function. He closed his mouth and drew a deep breath. "My name is Blaine Anderson."

He was granted a small smile that made his stomach flutter strangely.

"Kurt," the boy said. "Kurt Hummel."

Kurt Hummel, Blaine mused. Yes, he looked like a Kurt.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you, Blaine Anderson."

Sooo, what do you think? I have a second chapter almost completely written but it needs editing so it might take a few days before I can upload it. But it is coming!