A/N: Hey guys, if you're reading this because I'm favorited as an author it's probably from my Pitch Perfect Jeca fanfictions. I changed my name, as you can see. But I used to be TheEndingsAreTheBestPart. Anyway, if you are here because you actually looked for a Glee fanfiction then hello there(:

This is the first installment of a collection of Hummelberry one-shots. Mostly romantic. I've posted these on an Instagram fanpage I ran and thought they'd have a nice home here. I apologize if there's any mistakes, this is straight from Instagram and unbeta'd.

So enjoy!

Kurt looked with horror at the scene displayed before him. He'd only been trying to help. The train had been derailed, and with his abilities, he thought that he could do something good, rather than cause destruction. Instead of setting the train safety on the tracks, he sent it barreling into the side of a building – Red and blue sirens flared in the distance, lighting up the abandoned streets. Kurt's feet started moving on their own accord and his legs began carrying him farther and farther away from the wreckage. Until the building and the police cars surrounding it was nothing but I dot in the distance.

Kurt didn't know how far he ran or where he was. He just knew that was where he needed to be. The sun was beginning to rise for the twenty third time since the accident.

He looked around at his surroundings, houses were scattered here and there, but none too fancy. Rays of yellow sunlight peaked through the spaces between the trees that surrounded the small town. As he made his way through, hands in his pockets, he pulled out a ten dollar bill when he spotted a gas station nearby.

The bell above the door jingled when Kurt entered, not even eliciting the attention of the man behind the counter. He picked up a soda, a bag of chips, and a sandwich, all for less than five dollars. Man did he wish they had these prices in New York. He grabbed another sandwich and went to check out.

The man scanned his things, looking up at times at Kurt with a speculating look.

"Y'know, you look familiar, I think I've seen you on TV before." The man said.

Kurt smiled, "You must have me confused with someone else."

The man shook his head, "Nah I've seen you on TV, I remember. The news was talking about ya. Said you were involved with a train accident."

Kurt's heart rate increased tenfold. He could not get caught now. After almost a month of running he could not get caught right now, by a convenience store clerk.

"Y'know, you should go up the road to Hickam street. Go to the last house at the very end of the street, that's the Berry's house. Now the parents aren't too...hospitable per se. But I think you'd get along real well with their daughter, Rachel."

Kurt stared incredulously at the man, "You're not going to turn me in?"

The man shook his head, "Heck no. There's nothing wrong with you in my opinion. The government doesn't particularly agree with me though. But you're special, I know that. Just like Rachel."

Kurt smiled broadly, shaking the man's hand, "Thank you. Thank you so much..."

"Burt." He said with a curt nod.

"Burt. Thank you, Burt." Kurt grabbed his items and set the ten dollar bill on the counter. Before leaving, Burt sent him a thumbs up.

After leaving the store, he continued up the street until he found Hickam street. Turning in, he immediately found the house Burt had described. It was huge and remarkable in decoration. Whoever the Berry's were, they had amazing home decor taste.

Given that it was only 7 am, the street was relatively empty of people. But Kurt had a feeling it was never really crowded in the streets of this town at any time.

He enjoyed the peacefulness, it was rather relaxing, especially compared to the hustle and bustle of the streets of New York.

Kurt's head snapped up when he heard a scream emitting for the Berry residence. A short girl burst out the door with a dufflebag in hand, followed by an older woman with similar features. Kurt's pace quicken to get closer to the scene.

"I told you if I caught you doing that again, I kick you out of this house. We can't have a freak living with us, imagine what the town would say!" The older woman screamed.

"Mom, please!" The younger woman yelped desperately.

"No! You've had enough chances, don't make me call your father, just go Rachel! Spare us the trouble." The name "Rachel" rang in his ears, and his speed walking shifted into a sprint.

Kurt dropped beside Rachel, who had called to the floor in a fit of sobs. "Rachel?" He said softly.

She looked up, her brown eyes turning into the color of liquid moonlight and shifting back again. She looked confused, but visibly relaxed, "Who" sniff. "Are you?"

"I'm Kurt." He said softly, and without using his hands, Kurt unzipped his backpack and got out a tissue. His blue eyes growing brighter in the process. The tissue floated into Rachel's hand, and his backpack zipped itself up.

Her eyes widened, "Don't do that in public! What if someone sees? They'll hate you!" She panicked. After Rachel's initial shock had worn off, she realized what he had done.

"You're like me." Kurt nodded, "but how...?"

"A little bird at a gas station told me." Kurt smiled.

Stella smiled knowingly, "Burt." He inclined his head and let his hand rest on top of hers. His thumb stroking her hand softly.

He sighed. "What we can do isn't wrong, Rachel. I know that Burt's probably told that before, but coming from someone on your side of the fence..." Kurt paused for a moment, "There's others like us, Rachel."

"There are? Where?" She asked excitedly.

"I don't...I don't particularly know yet. But we can't be the only ones. If I could find you, then we could find others. That is, if you choose to join me." Kurt stood, dusting of his outfit and holding out his hand for Rachel to take.

She looked apprehensively between Kurt and her former home for a moment, until she scowled at the house and took Kurt's hand. "I'd love to join you Mr...?"

"Hummel. Kurt Hummel."

"Rachel Berry." Kurt shook her hand before tucking it in the crook of his elbow.

"We'll Ms. Rachel Berry, would you like a sandwich?" Kurt used his ability to retrieve the sandwich from his pack and letting it float in front of Rachel's face.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Mediterranean Veggie." I have a feeling we're going to be very good friends, Mr. Hummel."

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