A/N: Am I crazy for starting yet another fic? Yes, I am. I like to multi-task but this idea came to me again while reading another fic and I just had to start it. Though it springs from a very classic tale I'm sure many of us are well aware of, this is entirely fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, which is a shame, nor am I in anyway connected with The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

Hello. Welcome to my humble abode. You look familiar. Oh? Oh yes now I remember. You were the one quite interested in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. What are you doing back here? Curious for more stories of the hollow? Well, I'm afraid that after the likes of Mr. Crane and the Horseman, there really was nothing more of interest. Although, now that I think about, there was a tale of splendor that awoke in the hollow exactly one hundred years after Ichabod arrived in Tarrytown, most particularly, our little Glen of Sleepy Hollow. From the day of his disappearance, until this time one hundred years later neither the young schoolmaster, nor the horseman had ever been sighted. Ichabod's whereabouts are still unknown but after the events of 1890, it is believed that the horseman, fell in love.

Many people believe today that truly, the horseman was only feared by those who saw nothing but death when it came to him. Ichabod feared the horseman after experiencing the beheadings in the Sleepy Hollow after he arrived. We still don't know if it's true that it was he and Miss. Katrina Van Tassel who found the horseman's missing head. Though everyone believed that was what stopped the killings. It was said many times that the horseman sought others heads until he could retrieve his own.

But that's a story you already know. I believe you were interested in something new? Yes, well, this can kind of be seen as a sequel I guess you could say. This is the story of a young man named Blaine Anderson and how many of the townspeople of Sleepy Hollow believed he captured the horseman's heart. Unfortunately, like Ichabod Crane one hundred years earlier, Blaine has mysteriously disappeared. He has once again, taken the horseman with him. Neither, nor Ichabod has been see since.

Let's see, where to begin. Oh yes, let's start with the day that young Blaine arrived in Sleepy Hollow…

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It was a late September day in the year 1890, roughly one hundred years after the disappearance of a young schoolmaster, which struck young Blaine as quite odd and though he had heard the stories, he insisted on seeing the town for himself. He was keen on writing a story for the New York Journal, hoping that the article would land him a more permanent job. Scrounging for work at his young age was daunting. He really should be attending university. But after the death of his parents and their wages having run the pot, Blaine was next to nil where dowry was concerned. In short, he was of the poor community, living from night to night on minimal wages he earned playing music in pubs and sleeping in inns.

Now, he was traveling by carriage to the town of Sleepy Hollow and though it had been one hundred years since any sign of the Headless Horseman had been seen, he was determined to learn as much about the legend as he possibly could. Blaine was not frightened in the least. He had his trusty motto, one simple word. Courage. Now if only he could apply it better.

One hand ghosting over his neatly greased back curls, Blaine raised his other to tighten the bow that held the short ponytail neatly at the base of his neck. He swallowed as his eyes watched the trees from the window of the carriage. He was fearful that those in Sleepy Hollow would discover his secret. He was not exactly interested in the idea of marriage, at least, not to a female. Such things were a ghastly part of personality in the modern world and he could not bring himself to allow anyone to know that his tendencies were for the hand of a man.

A sigh broke the young man's lips and he turned his eyes to the front of the carriage, seeing only the empty seat across from him as the sound of the wheels on gravel from the road beneath the carriage started to dwindle. They were slowing down. Blaine again tightened the bow tying back his hair and straightened his jacket. He had done his best to dress to impress but with little money and a mediocre life at best it wasn't really much. Hand-me-downs mostly from his late father. He was quite surprised at how well his father's clothes had fit on his five foot nine inch frame. He was tall by modern day height standards.

Eyes roamed back to the window as the carriage trundled to a complete stop. Blaine was surprised to find what appeared to be a young woman and a rather gigantic looking young man awaiting the arrival of the carriage. He had not been expecting anyone to greet him. However, as he stepped out of the carriage, the young woman produced her hand to him. "Mr. Anderson, welcome to Sleepy Hollow," she said. Her voice was of a slight higher pitch than most women Blaine knew and he got this sense that she might be a difficult one to keep company with.

"Thank you," Blaine replied politely, doing the gentlemanly thing by kissing her hand. A light giggle left the young woman's mouth. The young man looked slightly perturbed by the action but merely stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "Forgive me, fore I was not expecting a welcome committee upon my arrival," he said, bowing in apology. "I see you are aware of who I am, but I'm afraid I am not aware of you are miss."

The woman smiled politely, though Blaine found that it was not really of the enchanting nature. It more said that she was better than everyone else. He brushed it off. "Forgive me Mr. Anderson. I am Rachel Berry, descendent of the Van Tassel and Van Brunt families," she introduced, curtsying slightly. "And this strapping young man beside me if my fiancé Finn Hudson," she said. The young man called Finn nodded his head in greeting.

Blaine found himself momentarily lost in thought. She was a descendent of the Van Tassels and Van Brunts? That would explain why she had come to greet him. Word had been set on ahead to Sleepy Hollow to allow them to know that he would be coming, in light of writing a story on the old legend. Though it had been a hundred years since the last of the activities of the horseman, Blaine was quite pleased to learn that there were descendents of those who had been around at the time of the beheadings and disappearance of the schoolmaster.

Ever since he was a young boy, Blaine had been fascinated by the stories of the town of Sleepy Hollow. He was all but thrilled to be standing in that very place right at the moment. The vast trees behind him twisted and turned into the dark wood. The horseman, if he still existed would be in there somewhere. And as trying to confirm the hope that he did still exist Blaine could swear that he heard the neigh of a horse in the distance. That might have just been his imagination and as he turned toward the wood in lee of the sound, he brushed it off as such.

But as Blaine turned back to allow Rachel and Finn to lead him into the town and get him settled, he was completely oblivious to the man sitting atop a horse some distance away, watching him with ever fiber of his being. This man was tall and slender, about an inch and a half or so taller in height than Blaine but vastly shorter than that giant Finn, who stuck out like a sore thumb in these modern times. He was a head taller than the last time anyone had ever seen him, which was one hundred years earlier. He was considered, immortal, as death had taken his mortality from him.

One hundred years ago, a foolish schoolmaster by name of Ichabod Crane had come to the town of Sleepy Hollow. He had intervened with the horseman's duties. He had been punished! As a prize, despite the fact that it had been Ichabod and that Katrina who had found his true head, the horseman had taken that of the schoolmaster. It now resided in a sack that hung from the side of his horse. It was his trophy. But Katrina, she had gotten away. He had let her go and disappeared from sight. The townspeople, they thought it had been the last of him.

Now though, as he watched young Blaine disappear into the town with that foolish descendent of Katrina's and that giant dumb oaf, he found reason to return. He had a new quest now. He was no longer interested in stealing heads as trophies. No. Now, he was after a heart. That of the young man he had just watched arrive. Fore the horseman had found him to be the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He sat atop his horse watching the young man until he disappeared. A sentence, a single string of words that became the first he had ever spoken since the day he had met death so many years ago escaped his mouth.

"Beware lad, fore I will make you mine," he said. His voice was of a delicate octave, much higher in pitch than any other male. He had a few secrets, things the people of Sleepy Hollow would never know. But he did intend to reveal them to Blaine. He would meet him and he would do it on calm terms. He would prove that he did not intend to hurt him. Perhaps, it would due if he showed up without the horse.

His eyes cast down at the elegant black beauty upon which he sat. Not in as many years had he once slid from its back. And now, he did just that. Swinging one leg over to the other side, he slid from his mount and patted its mane. The horse neighed. Tightening the delicate ponytail, which his perfectly coifed medium brown hair was tied back in so perfectly, he placed a gentle kiss to the horse's snout. In the next second, it galloped away. He would see it again. But now, now he had to find this young man and he had to claim his heart. And he intended on doing it without ever letting Blaine know that he was the one formerly known as the Headless Horseman.

A/N: Seemed like the perfect place to end the first chapter! What do you guys think? My take on a Sleepy Hollow sequel using the characters of our Glee! And yes, this is a Klaine fic if you couldn't tell. I thought it would be too obvious to make Blaine the horseman and Kurt the young man, so I decided to go the other way around. More about the horseman's history and legend in the next chapter! Keep in mind this will be of my own ideas. Though much will be taken from the actual story of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, I'm going to have my own ideas and notions of some of the theories. I'm allowed to. xD This story is completely a work of fiction though, Please review! They're my writing fuel! I love to know what my readers are thinking!