AN: This story was haunting my mind for a long time, thought I'd give it a try. It's not much now, but it's getting somewhere. Let me know what you think!


CHAPTER 1 – Banana pancakes

It was raining pretty badly and when Kurt Hummel got in his car, he couldn't imagine that one accident will turn his life upside down.

I'm desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I'm closer to where I started
I'm chasing after you

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with -

One moment he was singing along with one of his favorite songs, the next there was blood all over his windshield. He kept staring in front of him. He saw the crack in the windshield and the blood washing away with the rain. This can't be happening. He held on his steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely incomplete

Kurt shivered and turned the music off instantly "Ok calm down, count to three- one, two, three. Oh god, oh god, no, holy crap." He got out of his car and practically ran to the person who was laying soaking wet on the ground. What if he's dead? Please still be breathing. He already heard the sirens somewhere in the distance, grateful for whoever made the effort to call 911. When he reached to the person on the wet ground, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. Even with blood dripping from his wound on his head. There was something about him. Kurt focus! Kurt quickly checked for his pulse. Panicking when he couldn't find it on the first try. "Come on! Where is his fricking pulse! - Oh thank God, he's alive!" The boy started to whimper and breathe heavily.

"Hey, hey. It's ok. You're going to be fine." Kurt shushed him. The boy looked up to Kurt and just stared. Probably to remember my face to press charges, Kurt thought to himself .Kurt noticed that he was completely still by now, he was just looking at him. Kurt took advantage of the time to apologize.

" I'm so so sorry, you came out of nowhere, I didn't see you… can you hear me?" The boy managed to nod and even showed a smile which confused Kurt. Did he just smiled?

"Is this heaven?" He asked almost whispering. Kurt looked down on the boy and brushed away some of the curls on his forehead."No, luckily you're still alive." Kurt chuckled. The boy groaned again and closed his eyes. The paramedics thankfully arrived and Kurt stepped aside to let them do their work. He watched anxious as they asked him questions and checked for his wounds. Kurt looked over to his car and saw the damage. His car looked wrecked. This is going to cost a fortune and my dad is going to kill me.


Blaine Anderson woke up to smell of some delicious pancakes. More importantly banana pancakes. He got up with a smile and rushed downstairs.

"Goodmorning, mother." he said cheerfully while kissing his mother on the cheek.

"Goodmorning! You're up, good. Here sit down and have some breakfast." Mrs Anderson said with a nervous smile. Blaine looked up at his mother with a puzzled face.

"Everything ok, mom?" he asked while stuffing food in his mouth.

"Yes, dear. Your father- h-he's just not feeling very well." She said softly. At this point Blaine was facing his mother's back, looking concerned to his mother.

"Is he sick?" Blaine put his fork down and walked up to his mother, giving her a supportive hug. He knew how his father could be, sick or not. His father was an ass. He didn't care about his family, all he cared about was his job and himself.

Mrs Anderson smiled to her son but said further no more. "You know, you make the best banana pancakes." Blaine said with a high voice. Mrs Anderson smiled sweetly and could swear he sounded like a 5 year old boy again.

"I didn't know it was family time." Blaine shivered when he heard his father's deep voice. Blaine shot him an icy glaze. "That's all right, it's not like you know much about family anyways." He smirked. Blaine buried his head down in his mother's neck, smelling her sweet scent. He knew he was going to regret what he said to his father.

"What did you say to me, son?" His father's tone was strict but soft. But that didn't make it any less scary, it didn't stop him though. "I said that you don't know anything about family." louder this time. He couldn't force himself to look up to his father. Worried by what might happen next. "Can't you say that to my face, son? Do you have a problem or are you just that much of a coward? Or maybe too gay?" He knew that his father was provoking him. Blaine felt his mother holding him tightly by his arm, indirectly saying to let it go. She was right, but he didn't listen.

"No, I can say it again if you want, I have no problem with that. But it's you I have a problem with. I'm just so sick of your bullshit! I have no idea what happened between you and mom but I just want it stop! It kills me to see –"

"That's right! You have no idea what happened between me and your mother!" His dad cut him off. He was practically yelling at this point. "So, shut up and eat your breakfast like any other good boy. Or are you too good for that too?" His dad walked over and was just inches away know from him now. Blaine gave him an disapproved look. He knew how much his father hated it.

"I want you to get out of here, right now." His father said with a serious tone. "Look, there's no need for that, let's just relax and enjoy breakfast." His mother said nervously. Blaine shot her a grateful look. "It's all right, mom. I'll leave." He kissed his mother goodbye and didn't glance his father one look. He ran up the stairs, threw some sweats on, grabbed his phone and I-pod and stormed out of the house into the pouring rain. He didn't even bother gelling his hair. Mainly because he didn't have time and he didn't felt like it.

He hated his father. Yes, he knew that hate was a strong word, but it described perfectly how he felt towards his father. Doesn't he knows that it hurts me? Why can't my father just accept me? He probably enjoyed it every minute of it, criticizing every step that I make. Curse him. Blaine felt his blood boil and clenched his teeth together. With every thought he increased his pace. He needed to do something about his anger. He wanted to punch something so badly, he almost hit the guy walking past him.

"I could go to Dalton later and work out there." But for now he just wanted to walk in the rain. Blaine loved the rain, it calmed him down. He felt like it could wash away any problem he had, even if it was just for a little while. He took out his I-Pod and hit shuffle. He already felt his nerves calm down. The song blended beautifully with the ticking of the rain, it felt unbelievably peaceful. He even managed to smile a bit. Music always helped him through everything, no matter what his mood was. He kept on walking and got lost in the music.

Strain this chaos turn it into light
I've got to see you one last night
Before the lions take their share
Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere

Just give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Give me a chance to hold on
Just give me something to hold onto

He was laying down and could barely force his eyes open. His body was aching so badly that he didn't wanted to get up. "Hey, hey. It's ok. You're going to be fine."He looked up to the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen and swore he fell in love.