I Can Be Your Hero, Baby:
Chapter 1: Rough Beginnings
A/N:
I'M BAAAAACK! Miss me? I bet not, I haven't been gone long enough :3 Ok, I was in Spanish class back when school was in session when I thought of this story. My Spanish buddy, Lauren aka Mercedes, loves Enrique Iglesias. I mean OBSESSION! Any way, when ever Sra. Coria played one of his songs she's always go …'whhhoOOoaaa!" Like really loud. And since I had an hour long Spanish class I'd just space off and one thing lead to another and BOOM! STORY!
I own nothing what's so ever. Ryan Murphy and Fox own Glee…but hey a girl can dream.
Ok, ON TO THE STORY!
*Klisses*
"Willoughby, you silly cat, if your going to be on the dash at least stay on the passenger's side!" Kurt laughed as his Birman curled up on the dash board of his car. Kurt had to sit much taller to see over the white mass of fur. He looked out the window and sighed, nothing but corn fields and dirt. He hated that he had to drive an hour and a half all the way out here to take Willoughby to the vet, but Carole said that Dr. Benne was the best veterinarian around, and Kurt needed the best vet. Willoughby was sick and no one knew the cause. Kurt sighed, Willoughby wasn't just any old cat, his mother had given him to him for his seventh birthday, the birthday before she died.
Kurt never liked to talk about his mom. When ever he did he got extremely upset. His mom always accepted him for the way he was. His dad was a little squeamish about him when he was little. His dad told him stories about him from when he was younger…
"Lizzie, what is he wearing?" Burt Hummel asked his wife from the kitchen window. Kurt was outside in the yard wearing a white dress with multi-colored elegant flowers, all swirling in intricate patterns. He was sitting on a small fold out table; Kurt had four chairs, each one occupied. He was in one, Willoughby, who was in a tuxedo, was in another, and the other two were holding two stuffed bunnies.
"He's wearing one of my old tea dresses." Lizzie said carries a small tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of raspberry iced tea.
"Don't you find it a bit…odd… that our six year old son is in a dress and playing tea party?" Burt asked grabbing the pitcher from his wife so she didn't drop it.
"I consider it…eccentric." Lizzie smiled.
"You know eccentric is a fancy word for odd, right?" Burt smirked at his wife who rolled her eyes at him.
"It's also a synonym for original," Lizzie said opening the sliding glass door, "And our boy is definitely original."
Willoughby tensed up and hissed. The car glared out the windshield. Kurt shook his head to clear himself of his day dream. What was his cat so worried about now? Willoughby has been on edge since the beginning of March…and it's May!
"What's wrong Wally?" Kurt asked putting his hand out to pet the cat when Willoughby pounced off the dash onto Kurt. This made him panic, his car swerve a bit, then his car stopped abruptly. Kurt opened his eyes thinking he would see a pole in front of him but to his surprise there was nothing. Kurt sighed in relief, but what had stopped his car? Kurt got out of the car, Willoughby hopped out too. Kurt saw his cat crawl under his car and meow. Kurt dropped to his knees and looked under the car, he gasped to see a person under it, holding on to the skid plate. Kurt couldn't help but stare; he has dark curly hair, and olive skin. He had bruises, cut, and gashes all over his body. He was a little shorter then Kurt, from what he could tell. He was breath taking, his mouth slightly open showing straight pearly white teeth. Kurt reached his hand under to help the body of the boy out from under the car. Willoughby hissed and curled up on the boy's stomach. The boy was wearing a white tee stained with blood and dirt, dirty blue jeans, and a dog tag.
"Wally, bad, move, I've got to help him." Kurt scolded the cat, he reached out and looked at the dog tag. On one it said…
Blaine Everett Anderson
342 52 854
On the other tag it said…
Xero
342 52 854
Kurt put the tags down just as a large black car pulled up beside his car.
"Excuse me, sir," Kurt heard a voice. Kurt hopped up and hit his head on the bottom of the car. He hissed in pain and pulled out from under the car. Standing in front of his was a tall man in large black sunglasses and a suit and tie. He looked like someone from the secret service.
"Oh, hello," Kurt said softly still rubbing his head, "How may I help you?"
"Have you seen this boy?" the man asked holding out a sheet of paper. It was a simple picture of the lifeless boy under his car. Shit! What do I do? Kurt thought to himself, he possibly killed the wanted boy. Who know if they'd be pissed or not!
"I-um-nope, I've never seen this boy before in my life, nope." Kurt said quickly. He then smiled helplessly, he saw one of the man's eye brows raise from under his glasses. Kurt just kept on smiling.
"Ok, thank you for your time, sir," The man said turning back towards his car, he sighed but brought back his fake smile when the man turned back around, "But if you find him call the police immediately. He is very dangerous."
Kurt nodded his head and kept on smiling like a creeper. As soon as the car was out of sight Kurt dropped his head onto the hood of his car.
"Thanks, man, you really saved my ass there," Kurt squeaked as some one put a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see the boy standing here with his hands up in a surrender position. "Geeze, sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"W-Who are you?" Kurt choked trying to catch his breath. Smooth, Hummel, smooth. He just stared into his golden eyes.
"I could ask you the same question, Anderson, Blaine Anderson," the boy, Blaine, smirked extending his hand.
"Nice James Bond impression." Kurt said with an eye roll as he took Blaine hand.
"Who's James Bond?" Blaine asked extreme confusion in his eyes.
"What-you don't-wow, did you spend your childhood in a box?" Kurt asked a look of disbelief on his face.
"You could say that…" Blaine said not looking at Kurt. Kurt couldn't help but feel a bit suspicious about the boy. Hell, Kurt's gay and he knows who James Bond is!
"Uh…ok let's just get you home," Kurt said opening his car door and gesturing for him to get in. Blaine just stood there staring at Kurt. This annoyed Kurt, "Well, get in."
"You're very trusting," Blaine said, "I was just run over and I'm perfectly fine. You don't know me, and I am wanted by the FBI and you're giving me a ride home? Aren't you scared I'm going to-I don't know-kill you or something?"
"Do you want a ride or not?" Kurt sassed leaning over to pick up his cat.
"A ride would be nice," Blaine said jumping into the passenger's side. Kurt walked to the driver's side and hopped in. He placed Willoughby on his dash, and the cat immediately hopped over to Blaine and nestled into his chest.
"It likes me!" Blaine smiled, looking like a five year old, as he pet the purring cat.
"He was a big part of why I trusted you," Kurt said closing the door behind him, "He usually claws all new people."
"Thank god he likes me," Blaine smiled, "What's his name?"
"Willoughby," Kurt said reaching over to pet the cat's head.
"Why'd you name that?" Blaine asked scratching the cat behind the ear making him purr twice as loud.
"It was the name of my favorite character in my favorite children's book," Kurt said, "It was called; Tell Me Something Happy Before I Go To Sleep. My mom read it to me every night until I was eight."
"Oh, I've never read that." Blaine said sadly, "Maybe we could read it sometime?"
"Maybe we could," Kurt smiled at him, "Now, where do you live?"
Blaine looked worried, he thought really hard. He looked like he would explode if he didn't say remember soon. He had a defeated look on his face, "Too long…can't remember…"
"Too long," Kurt repeated as Blaine shook his head as if it was painful to remember. "Ok, I'll take you to my house. I want Carole to check out those injuries."
"Who's Carole?"
"My step-mom," Kurt answered starting the car. "She's a nurse at Lima Memorial Health System."
"What's Lima…Memorial Health…System?" Blaine asked taking random pauses just to remember the long name.
"It's a hospital. You know, if you keep asking questions this is going to be a long ride." Kurt groaned gripping the steering wheel. He could practically hear Blaine smirking.
Ok, let's see what happened with in the last ten minuets:
1. I ran over a really cute guy
2. The guy is most likely straight
3. The guy is wanted by the FBI
What could possibly go wrong…?
A/N:
Thoughts?
*Klisses*
