A/N: Gargoyle myth, as stated in the promp, is loosely based on Mary Pearson's short story Gargouille.
Gargoyles were the true creatures of the night, but not by choice. The dark of night was the only time it was safe for them to spread their wings and take to the skies, free to soar without fear of a hunter catching a glimpse of them. They lived in clans, settled in villages set deep within the woods or the mountains where it was rare to find a human but it meant that once every two weeks a few of them had to travel the distance to the nearest town for supplies that they couldn't get themselves.
Kurt Hummel was the eldest son of Burt and Carole Hummel, head of The Clan of Lima Forrest. As the eldest boy, he would be expected to marry one of the children of the head of another nearby clan, The Dalton Clan, and they would form a new clan with a few chosen members of each clan. Kurt already had his chosen few in mind; his younger brother Finn, Finn's best friend Sam, and his own best friend Mercedes. His parents would probably insist on him taking a few more but Kurt didn't want a large clan. He wasn't comfortable giving orders and he wanted members he trusted not to fight him.
He was due to meet Blaine Anderson in a few days for their first date, which Kurt thought was ridiculous. Why bother dating when nothing they did could change their engagement except the unlikely possibility of one of them finding their True Match, something that hadn't happened in more than a few hundred years. A True Match, to a Gargoyle clan, was sacred due to its rarity and any clan that once had a True Match was held in high regard by the rest of the clans. Kurt knew it would never happen to him but he loved romance and some stranger rescuing him from a marriage he didn't want in a way that no one could protest would be right out of a fairytale human children thought weren't real.
His parents were making plans for his meeting with Blaine; the entire clan save for his close friends who knew he wasn't happy were excited about the visit. It wasn't often they got to meet another clan that didn't have some kind of tie back to them. Kurt convinced his father that he needed some time alone to prepare and he wanted to fly as soon as night hit. His father agreed, as long as he took Finn and Sam with him. There had been reports of rogue Gargoyles, clanless for one reason or another, in their woods and there was no way to know if the rogues were friendly or if they had plans to stop Kurt's union with Blaine.
The second it was dark enough, Kurt spread his wings and took off into the sky. He didn't bother to check behind him to see if Finn and Sam were following; he knew they were. Their wings were truly magnificent, all black to blend into the night sky and magical, though not in the ways humans wrote about in their fairytales. A feather from a Gargoyle's wing, when given freely, could cure anything short of death in another Gargoyle but they held no such magical healing for humans. That didn't stop them from being hunted for their beautiful wings by men looking to sell their feathers to gullible or desperate humans. The hunters didn't kill them, it was considered bad luck to kill a Gargoyle, but they would strip away the wings and leave the Gargoyle, broken and bloodied, on the ground for someone else to find. Once a Gargoyle loses his or her wings, they become human. They forget everything about their life before, their family, their friends, their clan, and they're left to build new memories for their new human life.
Gargoyles did have one legend about the healing powers of their wings. As far as Kurt knew, it had never been proven, but if a wingless Gargoyle was given a feather by someone who shared his blood, it could cure the memory loss and the wings would re-grow. It would be painful and some thought living life as a human would be easier, but Kurt would rather go through the pain and know his family than to move on without them. The one catch in the legend was the feather had to be given within one week of the Gargoyle losing the wings, otherwise it was too late to reverse the humanity.
None of that was on Kurt's mind as he soared through the air. All he wanted to do was forget, forget the meeting, forget the upcoming wedding, forget Blaine. He knew his parents wouldn't force him to marry Blaine if Blaine turned out to be a jerk but Kurt also knew that both clans would benefit greatly from their union. If he turned down Blaine, The Dalton Clan could demand some sort of payment in return for the failed union, and that payment could be anything from land to a few members of their clan.
Kurt couldn't allow that to happen to his family, his clan. He'd marry Blaine, form their new clan with Finn, Sam, and Mercedes, and visit his parents as much as possible. There was always a chance that he'd like Blaine and, maybe one day, even come to love him.