Hello. This is story was completely made up in two hours. For those of you "last airbender" geeks like me, you'll probably love this. If you didn't watch the series, its fine because this has none of the characters (for now) and is completely about our Klaine :) DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN GLEE OR ANYTHING FROM KORRA OR AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER.
TRIGGERS: SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH, BULLYING
If you need some background info. on the topic, heres a link (remove the spaces with periods obviously):
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Enjoy :)
Kurt Hummel had been many things. He was kind. He was compassionate. He was patient.
Okay, so maybe that was a bit vague. He was also the Lord of the Northern Water Tribe's son, but he wasn't one to brag.
Growing up had been tough, all the other kids would exclude from activities out of fear that he'd just "run to daddy". Things only got worse as he entered the intermediate education system for water benders. Everyone laughed at him for looking different. It wasn't Kurt's fault he didn't have the natural "Water Tribe" look.
Dad had always told him that he got his looks from his mother when he was little.
Elizabeth Hummel had been a beautiful mother, Burt had said. He said Kurt got her creamy skin and blue eyes. Even the same chestnut locks that had flown freely down Kurt's forehead at the time. Kurt knew she was beautiful, for there was a large painting of her magnificent beauty in their main corridor.
But there was a lot more to Elizabeth than met the eye. She was a fierce water bender, unlike Burt, who hadn't been able to pick up the skill as a child. Elizabeth had been practically unrivaled, Burt had told him. Her fierce determination was what made Burt fall for her in the first place. In turn, that is why she picked him, knowing he accepted her for what she was, not just the outer picture. Not longer after they had met during Burt's father's banquet, they had quickly fallen in love. The rest was history, which was why Kurt was here. But the true story was why Elizabeth wasn't.
When Kurt was a young boy, his father had gotten news of an attack in the east border of the kingdom. In an attempt to keep his family from harm, Burt hid Kurt and everyone else in their palace in emergency barrels underground. Kurt could still remember the long hours he had waited in those frozen barrels underground. All the scared children beside him who had never thought their lives would have become the hell they were currently experiencing. But Kurt was braver than the others, already having started his water bending training in case of emergency, due to his mother's insistence of picking up the skill early. The only fear Kurt had at that moment was that everyone else was huddled with their mothers, while his own was nowhere to be found.
When Kurt and the others were finally let out, Kurt could still picture the broken look on his father's face. The faint gleam in his eyes whenever around Kurt or Elizabeth was gone. He seemed like a new person. Kurt, having no idea what had happened, immediately questioned Burt for where his mother was.
Burt gave Kurt a sad look, shaking his head and looking down to the snow covered ground as he broke for the first time in front of his son, tears falling freely down his cheeks as his knees hit the ground. Kurt immediately ran up to try and comfort his father but one of the maids held him back, shaking her head with her own teary expression.
The loss of Elizabeth forced Kurt to take on the role of balance in the palace. He was forced to show the people of the Water Nation that Burt Hummel had not given up. But behind the glossy palace walls, Burt Hummel was a mess. He had began drinking shortly after Elizabeth's funeral, channeling his sorrow for the love of his life into alcohol.
Kurt's life took a trip south after Burt's alcohol addiction had started. He had been forced to wear a fake smile every time he was expected to represent his father at a council meeting, only in his teenage years. But the people believed he had wisdom beyond his years. The truth was that Kurt had no idea what he doing, staying up long hours trying to perfect his bending and rule an entire tribe while his father just sat there lazily, drunken to the point of no return.
One inevitable emotion swelled up in Burt one day as he saw his son handle the councilmen's issues so easily; jealousy. Over time, Burt had noticed that Kurt was beginning to replace him as leader, since more letters were being sent towards Kurt than himself, not that he could properly and respectfully reply to them in his drunken state anyways.
At the time that it seemed like Kurt was at his best, he was actually at his breaking point. Constantly on edge and emotionally distraught from the loneliness and bullying, he resorted to crying himself to sleep and channeling all his rage into water bending. He was so confused about his father's state, only remembering the strong and brave man who he had wanted to be one day. But now all he saw was a shadow of the former hero.
Something he would not allow himself to become. He had also been mortified at his mother's death, but he had learned to accept it and move on, unlike his father whose whole life seemed to dissipate from the tragic loss. One thing that still enraged Kurt was that Burt had never told him the cause of his mother's death. Just the fact that she was "in the wrong place at the wrong time" during the attack by the tribal people who had come from an island of celestial water benders, the strongest of the whole nation.
Kurt knew he had been different his whole life, constantly deciding to hang out with the girls rather than the boys, thinking they were "icky". But around the time that higher education had started, he realized he was a homosexual. The idea seemed to mortify his best friend at the time, Aqua. She had told him he was an abomination, a freak. Kurt could still remember his teared streaked face as she ran away from him, like he had just gotten some type of disease.
The hardest part was knowing that not a single boy in the entire nation had disclosed their sexuality as gay. He was truly alone in that essence. Sadly he had grown to accept it over time.
The true nightmare began the night he came out to his father.
It had been a rough day at school, all the girls giving him their signature glares, while the boys tripped him with water ropes they got from the restrooms. So coming home with bruises lined up on his arms his father had immediately asked him why he had started a fight.
Kurt, sick of everyone blaming everything on him, broke under his father's disapproving glare, begging Burt to return to being the phenomenal father he had been before. Burt, enraged by Kurt's statement that he was a terrible father, banished him to his room and telling him to come back when he could 'act like a man'.
Later that night, after wallowing in his miserable life, Kurt decided now was the time to be honest with his father.
When Kurt walked into the dark-lit room which stunk of wine and other alcohol, he found his father sitting by the fireplace, an unusual smile on his face. Kurt guessed he was sober, since Burt was emotionless whenever Kurt tried communicating with him in his drunken state. Kurt spilled everything to him right there, the bullying, the pressure, his sexuality, all just came spurting out of him as he tried to hold back the tears as he finished.
When Burt finally turned his head, Kurt noticed his bloodshot eyes, the blank expression on his face, his father had been drunk. He had just vented all his problems to a person who wouldn't even remember them in a few hours. Two servants were waiting by the door, constantly overlooking the Lord to make sure he didn't try to do anything rash. Burt ordered them to leave and close the door, saying he and his son needed "their privacy".
Kurt was shaking, not knowing whether to be happy or confused at the arms his father was motioning him to come into with a soft watery smile. Kurt ran into those strong burly arms, accepting all the love he would ever get from the personal Hell he had lived.
Little did he notice his father's devilish smile as Burt tightened his grip around Kurt. Soon Kurt found himself slammed against a wall as his so called "loving" father smashed his thin figure against the ice wall over and over, screaming "faggot" and "fairy" into his ears, as if to try and penetrate it through Kurt's mind. Kurt closed his eyes, staying silent and hoping for someone above to just kill him already.
Once Burt had unleashed all his rage, breaking a few out Kurt's ribs and bones in the process, he let Kurt go, muttering something about needing more beer.
Kurt fell to the ground, closing in on himself as he wailed loudly for someone to help him. Little did he know, the servants waiting outside his room were smirking to themselves, set on their conservative ways as his father was.
When Kurt returned to school the next week, taking one off to make sure he recovered properly, the insults seemed to intensify, his body absorbing every cruel word that came his way. Over the next few months of his junior year of education, he slowly began to hate himself.
Just looking into a mirror would make Kurt want to break it. He went to sleep at night insulting himself, cherishing the nightmares for everything he believed he was. Just looking into his reflection in the water made him want to break something.
When Burt finally returned to the throne, saying he needed a "break" for 8 years, Kurt's duties were minimized, much to his chagrin, Burt acted as if nothing had changed. Acting as if he didn't come home every night and beat his poor child. Acting as if he hadn't lost the one person he would die for. Acting as if he hadn't locked in on himself, leaving Kurt to fend off others on his own as a kid.
Since Kurt's duties as councilman were reduced, he found himself sitting in his room much more often than not, just practicing his water bending or thinking about how much he hated everything about himself. He could still remember the pathetic chants he'd say to himself at night, hardening his heart with every insult.
You are disgusting, a monster.
Nobody will every love you nor will you love another.
You are ugly. Inside and out.
You don't deserve this fortune.
You don't deserve this life.
You don't deserve life.
Near the end of Kurt's junior year, when everything seemed "fine" for the royal family, he got a package one night in late December. His maid said it had come far away from a peasant in a territorial island the Water Nation had conquered. Excited for the first time in years, Kurt took the large box up to his room, dismissing all servants from his chambers.
As he opened the box, giddy with anticipation, he saw a small card attached.
Hello, Kurt Hummel.
I hope you received my letter before opening the package.
Life is in the eye of the beholder, it depends on who you look at it.
You were raised with such promise. You could have been the greatest leader of our time.
Could have.
But you wasted it on desire, claiming to be a "homosexual". As if they even desire love. You are a beast of nature.
A representation of something that has been twisted by doom.
Someone with such inferior characteristics will never get anywhere in our society.
Make good use of what is in the box.
You're welcome.
-Sebastian Smythe, Waterbending Connoisseur
Confused and slightly humiliated, Kurt cautiously opened the box to find a rope and stool. After following the instructions for the odd mechanism, Kurt found himself face to face with a modern day gallow. Blinking away the tears, Kurt realized this gift was actually not for him, but for the rest of humanity.
Taking a deep breath and saying "I love you" to his mother's picture on his bedside, Kurt carefully place the loop of rope around his neck, hyperventilating at the intensity of what he was about to do. Surely this wasn't how my life was supposed to end, Kurt thought gloomily. He tightened the rope which swung him into the air as his final breaths escaped his throat.
...
"Oh gosh! What do we do?" A old frantic voice yelled into Kurt's subconscious.
"I don't know! It's not like I'm the healer here!" A burlier, masculine voice reasoned.
"Finn! Do not be mean to your mother!" A third higher voice scolded.
"Wait! Quickly, get me some water!" The older voice yelled.
"Okay! Okay! Uh, mom...where do I get that?" The male asked again.
"Finn! We're in a palace made out of ice! Just get a chunk of the wall or something." The high voice chirped again.
"Okay, okay, got it..." He said, handing some ice to the supposed 'healer'.
"Now just give him some time and he shall be up soon..." The older woman said again.
"Thank you so much...if I had lost him..." an old grubby voice went on, but Kurt didn't hear it, rage burning inside of him. How dare his father speak as if he cared about him? He had done nothing but been cruel and abusive since the day Kurt had come out.
Trying to focus as much as possible, Kurt began to see a bright light right above him.
"Rachel! Look he's getting up!" Finn barked, pointing to the limp, thin figure that had become Kurt's body.
"I can see that!" Rachel replied, still shocked at the thin boy who's color was drained form his face, lips slightly purple.
When Kurt finally opened his eyes, he noticed the four figures, standing to his right, but he couldn't make out faces, too busy trying to adjust to the light.
"Thank you so much, Carole." Burt said, kissing her knuckles in an entirely too cheesy way.
"It's the least I can do, Burt," She cooed seductively.
Suddenly Kurt felt like he wanted to vomit. His manipulative, uncaring father flirting with this kind woman? He needed to warn her.
"Mom! I'm right here." Finn complained, not too far from barfing either.
Carole blushed, realizing Burt's clearly weak son had just woken up. "Oh honey!" She exclaimed, put her hand over her chest, "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Perfect." Kurt bit back sarcastically with a tight lipped smile.
Burt growled angrily, clenching his fists. "Now look, you little-"
"Burt, why don't we let the healer help Kurt? Come, we have many issues to discuss..." She said, leading Burt out of the large room.
Kurt sighed in relief, flinching when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He winced when he realized the girl had hit one of his bruises.
"Hi, I'm Rachel. And this is Finn." She said, gesturing towards the tall brunet beside her. They had dark blue heavy coats on. Much too old for Kurt's style.
"And why are you here?" Kurt asked bluntly.
Rachel pursed her lips, looking nervously at Finn.
"Well, you see, we were here to um...help your father and Finn's mother with some political business but as we came to get you we noticed your predicament."
Kurt blushed, looking away. How could he have been so stupid? Of course they didn't care about his problems. He probably seemed like a fool.
"Hey, no. None of that...I'm guessing you must have a had a bit of a rough time with Lord Hummel..." Rachel said, trailing off. Kurt nodded, eyes watering.
"Anyways, we gotta get you patched up before we go to the meeting." Finn continued. Rachel rolled her eyes, the cluelessness of her boyfriend was both a blessing and a curse.
"We'll meet you down there." Rachel said, motioning for Finn to leave.
"No, it's okay I don't have to if-"
"Leave." Rachel interrupted impatiently.
"Okay." Finn said, immediately fleeing the room, not wanting to handle the wrath of Rachel Berry.
Rachel walked over to Kurt inspecting his face. After a few moments she finally spoke again.
"It seems like just a breath shortness. Here," she said, offering him her satchel. Confused, Kurt opened it to find water within the brown container.
He removed the water with his bending, flicking his fingers to gently spray the water on his face, then taking a sip. "You're good at that!" Rachel said excitedly. "I, myself am a healer in training. What about you?" She asked.
"No, I'm more on the defensive battle side. But most aspects of water bending come easily to me." Kurt said with a light blush; he hadn't an actual nice conversation with anyone in who knows how long.
"I see. You must be very skilled. Coming from the South Pole, we don't have a lot of water benders. Just a bunch of big-headed hunters. Most of our ladies can bend, though. Like me and Queen Carole. I actually learned everything I know from her! " She said. Kurt raised his eyebrow, suddenly more interested.
"You're from the South Pole?" He asked, never meeting anyone outside his own nation. The councilmen never allowed him to travel, probably out of fear that he'd flee.
"Yep. I know I don't have the natural 'native' image, but my dads adopted me." She said happily. Kurt's eyes were practically bugging out of his head at that.
"Tell me about it...Wait, y-you're...d-dads?" He whispered, checking if anyone could hear them.
"Oh gosh, don't tell me your one of those conservative sticklers." She said with an annoyed sigh.
"N-no! Not at all! I just...are they...you know? Married?" Kurt asked again, fascinated.
"I would assume to adopt me, they are?" Rachel asked, confused.
"Thats amazing! And is it...normal...there?" Kurt asked nervously.
"What? Being gay? Of course!" Rachel replied immediately. "Wait, is it not here?" She asked, shocked.
Kurt nodded, returning to his gloomy state. "Kind of the reason everyone hates me." He said with a sigh.
"Well if it helps, I like you." Rachel comforted awkwardly, putting an hand on Kurt's arm again. For a healer, she sure wasn't good at noticing his pain.
"Thanks." Kurt offered with an all too fake smile.
But Rachel didn't seem to notice.
"Alright! Pick out something nice from your wardrobe. We're having visitors!" Rachel said excitedly clapping both hands.
Kurt looked at her like she grew a second head. "Rachel, what are you talking about?" He asked suspiciously.
Rachel eyes grew wide. "Oh your father didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Kurt questioned, getting off the bed.
"You'll figure out in time..." Rachel said, dashing towards his closet. "Wow! Your clothes are beautiful! Where did you get them?" She asked, holding two silk shirts in her hands. Kurt blushed.
"I...I-um, I made them." He said shyly, blushing deeper. Thinking of how girly she must've thought that was.
"Kurt! These are fantastic! You could make it big in the fashion industry with these!" She exclaimed excitedly.
Kurt nodded but disagreed. Something about Rachel's whole persona seemed so false to him. Why had she just appeared randomly into his life, accepting him and befriending him like she had known for years? Not that Kurt had too much experience in the friend department lately.
"Thank you...but I'd like to pursue bending." He said politely.
Rachel smiled and nodded. "Okay, well I'll be waiting right outside your door!" She said, running out the door and shutting the door with a bang.
Kurt sighed, she would be a handful. Picking out a grey-blue well fitted suit that fitted his thin curvy structure, Kurt quickly styled his hair into his signature coif. Once he made his way outside his room, Rachel immediately gasped, saying he looked 'impeccable', making Kurt all shy and reserved.
"So are you going to tell me who's coming now?" Kurt asked.
Rachel sighed. "I would love to, but I'd rather your father tell you." She said apologetically.
Kurt huffed, he had been trying to avoid the other man as much as possible for the past few months.
Once they made their way down the long spiral staircase which led to the 'family' room, more like a giant museum showing off Burt's glory, Kurt noticed his father was wearing his Northern Water Tribe robes. But more to Kurt's surprise, he was completely sobered, almost looking like his old self.
"So does someone want to explain what is happening?" Kurt asked aloud, hoping his father caught on. Burt sighed, knowing he should have told the clueless boy earlier.
"Alright, we've kept this hidden long enough. Kurt, sit." Burt ordered, pointing to the chair opposite of him.
"Okay...?" Kurt took a seat, to the left of Carole who put on a brave smile for Kurt.
"So, as you know, our relations with the Fire Nation have been very strained lately." Burt said with a nonchalance, as if he wasn't talking about the aggressive race of people who found themselves superior to everyone else.
"Of course. So...is a fire nation council man coming here?" Kurt asked, hoping this was just some political debauchery.
"Well you see...we-um. I-"
"What?" Kurt asked, confused, never seeing his father so lost.
"You will be getting married to the Fire Lord's son as a peace treaty between the Water Tribes and the Fire Nation."
...
Blaine Anderson was the Fire Nation's most prized 'possession'. Being the son of Fire Lord Anderson was definitely a factor in that.
Blaine had been known as one the nation's fiercest fire benders, participating in tournaments all over the world. At the age of sixteen, he was immediately drafted into his father's top training squad. Fighting and practicing with soldiers who had been on the actual field for decades. But what set the strong teen apart from the rest was his inherited power of lightning bending. Blaine had came across his ability one day when he had been particularly upset about not being able to go out with his friends. Blaine cherished his life and his loving parents, but sometimes the concerned pair of adults could be a bit overprotective. He hadn't realized it was storming outside until he had walked out into the garden. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning had came flashing down on top of him. But before the bolt could do any major damage, Blaine had realized he had moved the blazing bolt with his own bending. Ever since the discovery, Blaine's grandfather had began training the young adolescent to master his skillful, yet lethal, weapon.
With such great power came great responsibility, Blaine's grandfather had told him. Blaine strived to be like the old man. He was always so gentle and patient with others, breaking the stereotype of what many thought as a fire bender's personality.
But Blaine was not only powerful, he was also extremely intelligent, having visited almost every nation and tribe on Earth; besides the Water tribal areas, since his father and the leaders of those lands had a bit of a strained relationship over the past few years. Everywhere he went, Blaine made sure to record his findings, documenting every step of the way. So maybe he was kind of a nerd, but Blaine took pride in learning. It set him apart from the buffoons he called his best friends.
Nick and Jeff had always been there for Blaine. Nick, especially. When Blaine had been unsure of who he was, Nick always set him straight. Jeff was there too, but he was a bit more high maintenance than the other two boys could handle. That was until Nick had realized he had 'fallen in love' with Jeff.
Blaine had been mystified, constantly asking Nick how he knew he was 'in love'. Nick would just shrug, saying it came naturally to the couple. For the first few months, Blaine was still slightly jealous of their relationship. Not that he was attracted to either of them, but every time he took a nice 'lady' out for a lunch he would always be frustrated when he realized he couldn't love any of those girls.
Then Blaine had become very confused, one thing his grandfather had always taught him was that preserving the principles of the past avatar, Avatar Roku, were fundamental to continue thriving as a good ruler. So when Blaine had realized he was attracted to boys, he had been so lost between what was right and what was 'wrong'.
One night, Cornelia, Blaine's mother, had found him sitting by the estate's pond, looking into the water. She had asked him what was wrong. But Blaine continued to excuse the issue, saying he just wasn't feeling good, which wasn't a lie.
But then when it was time for the Fire Lord's coronation ceremony, where Blaine's father would be crowned Fire Lord, and Blaine was expected to have a date. His mother had shown him a very long list of upper class girls who wished to be on his arm at the function.
Blaine, frustrated at his abnormality, broke under his mother's caring gaze, telling her everything about how he was feeling and how he couldn't get himself to love a woman. Cornelia immediately understood his predicament, explaining the concept of homosexuality to him.
Blaine had done a lot of growing that night. Understanding that not everyone disliked the concept of 'homosexual' love.
So Blaine currently found himself inside a ship, sailing far from home to settle a peace treaty. Even though he didn't like the meanings of the treaty, thinking they were a bit absurd, Blaine did what he needed to do for his Nation.
Marriage would have been arranged for Blaine anyways. He was a bit nervous about meeting this boy, though. From what he had heard, the sheltered boy had never been outside his own tribe, having a very protective father.
That part confused Blaine as well. Why would such a protective father be willing to give his son away to a future Fire Lord who lived on the opposite side of the planet? Something didn't fit the puzzle. But as the ship, pulled up to the icy dock, Blaine tightened his red fur coat around his suit as his father patted his back, in his symbolic Fire Lord robes. Blaine could only hope the boy would like him.
Time to meet my husband, he thought nervously, stepping into the carriage that would send him to his future.
...
"I will what?!" Kurt questioned after letting the initial shock pass.
Burt groaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. "I don't know why you're complaining. This will probably be the only chance you will ever get at marriage. If this boy even likes you, that is." Burt said with a smirk.
Carole sent Burt a glare, clearly sending the message 'you're crossing a line' with her eyes. Kurt just nodded, taking his father's advice seriously.
"I understand, but why wasn't I informed earlier? This is kind of important for me to know." Kurt reasoned.
Burt sighed, asking the others to leave. Rachel and Finn immediately fled the room with the family's servants, probably not wanting to deal with Burt's wrath. Carole stayed behind for a few moments, contemplating whether it was a good idea for her to leave Kurt alone with the clearly dangerous man.
Eventually, she chose to leave, sending Kurt a concerned glance before closing the door behind her.
"Now you listen to me, boy. You will marry this man. And you will not say a word to him or any of his family about...our situation. Now is not the time to pity yourself, you weak child. They shall be here soon. I expect for you to be on your best behavior." Burt instructed quietly, making sure no one outside the door could hear. Intimidation had always worked well to keep Kurt silent for Burt.
"And what situation are we currently having?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
Burt looked away, trying to handle his rage. This...this...faggot, thought he had the right to talk to the leader of the Northern Water Tribe like this? "You know exactly what I am talking about, you idiotic disappointment!" Burt yelled, slamming his fists on the small antique table in between the two. "If you even think of telling any of them," Burt whispered harshly, pointing a finger straight at Kurt's heart, "I will have you killed. Besides, it's not like any of them would believe you."
Kurt nodded, keeping his eyes down as he tried to fight the natural instinct to cower under his father's gaze. But not anymore, Kurt would be gone in a matter of days from this awful place. So for now, Kurt decided to stay quiet. If this man...who would become his husband, he kept reminding himself, would even care, then Kurt would try to get some vengeance. They sat in an all too familiar silence until they heard the knock on the door.
Carole walked in, practically bouncing on her feet. "Kurt, your suitor has arrived!"
...
As Blaine's exited the large and all too flashy carriage with his father, he took a moment to observe the huge palace before his eyes. On each side of the magnificent architectural phenomenon were two large streams. Typical for a water bender's home.
There were small diamond shaped icicles bordering the main entrance. Children playing near the palace stopped their snowball fights and looked up to see who had arrived. They ran to their homes, afraid of the strangers. "Fascinating..." Blaine whispered, as he ran his hand through the powder like substance on the ground. It melted in his hands as it turned to water.
Blaine's father rolled his eyes. "Come on, son! You need to charm this young man, not drive him away with your...curiosity." He scolded lightly. When Blaine stood up, blushing at his childlike behavior, his father patted his back. "Come along now. We have some loose ends to tie...and just so you know, Burt's a very strict man. But his wife has always been able to bring the better side out of him." He advised. Blaine nodded, taking everything into account carefully so he didn't make a fool of himself. Once they reached the door, Blaine gasped, noticing one of the powdery pieces had landed on his nose. His father chuckled, "Blaine, it's just snow."
Blaine was about to reply when the door flung open. Rachel ran out, hugging each man tightly before inviting them in. "Hello! I'm Rachel!" She stated warmly, tugging Finn forward. "And this is my boyfriend, Finn! He's Queen Carole's son, we come from the South Pole!" She said in one breath, not leaving a second for Blaine nor his father to reply.
"Why, hello, my lady! I am Giovanni Anderson-"
"Of course I know who you are! You're the great Fire Lord of the Fire Nation!" Rachel exclaimed, covering her mouth when she realized she had just interrupted the fire lord. "Oh, I'm so sorry for interrupting you, how rude! And your name?" She asked, gazing over Blaine like he was a new toy.
"I am Blaine Anderson." Blaine said politely, shaking Rachel's hand gently.
"Oh! Blaine! What a cute name! Kurt will love you! I know it already, you'll have cute little-"
"Rachel! We're just supposed to bring them to the adults." Finn interrupted, mumbling an apology to Blaine and Giovanni.
Rachel sighed, motioning towards the door behind her. "Have a great stay." She said monotonously.
Blaine chuckled, intrigued by the girl's theatricality. Kurt Anderson, he thought. What a beautiful name.
Once they entered the living room, Burt got up from his place on his chair, moving forward to greet Giovanni, as did Carole. Blaine shook Burt's hand as well, wincing a little at Burt's grip. If Blaine didn't know this may be his father-in-law, he wouldn't have minded singeing the old man's hand a little.
But all thoughts left Blaine's mind as he saw the most breathtaking pair of eyes he had ever seen look into his own. Blushing, the boy looked down, intriguing Blaine further to move towards him.
As the lean, tan man approached him, Kurt noticed his intense features, the shape of his eyebrows, his sleek hair, the way his eyes bored through him, as if he could see the pain. When the man got to Kurt, he reached out his calloused hand, silently asking for Kurt's. Kurt rose, ready to shake Blaine's hand until he felt Blaine's dry lips lightly kiss his knuckles. Kurt blushed, hand trembling a little at the featherlight contact. "Hello, Kurt." Blaine said gently, sensing the fragile boy's fear. Kurt gulped, looking at the oh so very attractive gentleman who he may just get to marry.
"H-hi." Kurt stuttered. Hi? Hi will not get you to spend the rest of your days with this boy, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!, he thought.
"I would have guessed that you would question how I knew your name, but hi is okay too." Blaine teased lightly, causing Kurt to blush even deeper. "I'm Blaine."
"It's, uh, nice to meet you...Blaine." Kurt admitted. Carole watched from a distance, trying to stop herself from swooning over the cuteness.
Burt cleared his throat, trying to get their attention. "Only been here for five minutes and they already can't stay away from one another." Giovanni teased. Burt gave him a tight lipped smile, not liking the idea of another actually liking his son. That hadn't been the plan. He was going to try and negotiate with Giovanni by dismissing the idea of the marriage, expecting Kurt to hate whoever would have shown up with the Fire Lord.
Once everyone was seated, Giovanni cleared his throat. "Alright, so, Kurt, Blaine, why don't you start by learning a little about each other?" Giovanni advised.
Blaine nodded, using his father's advice to try and break through Kurt's exterior. "So, can you bend?" Blaine asked.
"Yes. Water bending and some healing skills as well." Kurt said, barely above a whisper, keeping his eyes on the ground, much to Blaine's dismay. He didn't want Kurt to feel so inferior to him.
"Cool! I fire and lightning bend, myself." Blaine supplied, not knowing how much Kurt would really care. But to his surprise, Kurt looked up, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"Wait, you can control...fire?" Kurt asked, amazed at the concept.
Blaine chuckled. "Yes, I do believe that is what fire bending entails." He said with a smirk. Just as beautiful as I remember, Blaine thought.
Before Kurt could ask another question, the fireplace's fire began to grow, two streaks shooting upwards. Kurt shrieked, moving closer to Blaine on the couch.
"Don't worry, I can control it really well." Blaine said proudly. Looking over to see his father's amused expression and Burt's slightly sullen one.
"That's amazing." Kurt said with a sigh. Suddenly, Kurt got an idea. Two could play this game, he thought.
With one swift hand motion, Kurt sent the water on the table into the air, making a little hurricane shaped cone. Blaine laughed, amazed at the technique Kurt used when he bended.
"So do you go to school here?" Blaine asked. Kurt shifted uncomfortably, gulping and looking towards his father. Burt glared at him, silently shaking his head.
"Yes, in fact, I do." Kurt said rebelliously. Taking pride in seeing his father clench his fists in rage he was forced to control, like he had put upon Kurt these past years. "But that's a rather...touchy subject." He whispered, shifting his eyes from Blaine's sympathetic gaze. Blaine nodded, noting to ask Kurt later when they got time to be alone.
When Kurt was asked to lead everyone to the dining room, Blaine noticed his beautiful suit. The way the fabric sinfully wrapped around Kurt's hips, showing off his thin waist. Blaine gulped, mouth suddenly dry. But this was the most inappropriate time for such thoughts so he tried to focus on Burt's odd demeanor toward his son.
When they finally reached the dining room, Blaine took a moment to memorize the way Kurt lips curved up a little when he addressed the staff with his gentle yet assertive tone. Suddenly, Blaine felt an urge to just go claim those lips as his own, feeling his groin agree with him. Averting his eyes, he looked at the table, admiring the sea food prepared for them. Blaine pulled Kurt's chair out for him, Kurt blushing and sending him a shy 'thank you'. Blaine took a seat right across Kurt, never taking his eyes off the blue-eyed beauty the entire meal.
This was like a dream come true.
Burt watched from a distance, stabbing his own food, as he tried to plot a way to make Kurt's life a living hell again. It's your fault the love of my life is gone, Burt thought sullenly.
Phew! SO many words. Please review...
For those of you who noticed, or were rereading, I did make some tweaks. It appears I let a few things slip up. :/ sorry about that!
shy/early!Klaine makes the sexy stuff much easier to write, in my opinion.
Oh yeah, review.
I already said it, but...review.
Hope you liked it! Buh-bye.