Characters and the song don't belong to me. Thank you, Ic3Yuki, for informing me that there were similarites. I hope this chapter stands better on terms of originality.
Blaine carried his angel to his Mercedes which normally wouldn't have been adequate considering the wide wingspan, but the majestic wings fell limp, clinging to the final few feathers they held left.
He drove desperately in the dark of night, searching for a signal from God who may have been watching over his innocent child.
After miles of driving, a business sign reflected in the glare of a dim streetlight, and Blaine slammed on his brakes. The fallen beauty's limp body flew forward from the impact of the sudden stop, and his porcelain face pressed gently against the cold, misted over window. The cause of the stop was a lone word that struck in boy's mind. Hummel.
The shop ended up to be a mechanical garage, and, as if a blessing from the Heavenly Father, an address was labeled on the locked door.
Without a second thought about who might answer the door he would be ringing at two o'clock in the morning, Blaine scrambled back into his car and drove off as quickly as he could.
As expected, all the lights in the house were off, and a truck sat in the driveway. Blaine pulled his creature from his car and shot a nervous glance that the three feathers resting ominous on his leather seats. In the moonlight, the flawless skinned angel nearly glowed a pale almost-blue hue.
Blaine rang the doorbell before knocking, and finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, a worn down looking man answered warily. The man's eyes widened as soon as he saw the teenage boy holding out the precious gift born into a vain world.
"How?" He asked incredulously. "My baby…"
"Please, sir, he needs help. Help that I can't give him," Blaine hurried to explain.
"I'll give you anything for him. I'll give you everything!"
"Just take him. I have his registration and his remote. But please, don't let him die."
A taller boy no older than Blaine appeared behind the weary man. "What's going on?" He asked yawned widely, trying to catch a glimpse at what was happening.
The creature, still unconscious in Blaine's arms, was revealed to the tall boy. "Kurt?" asked he, and the wings of the creature ruffled while two more feathers swayed to the hard concrete below their feet.
The man reached out his arms silently begging for his son, and Blaine passed his prize over. The man's hand brushed accidently across the limp wing, and Kurt's eyes flashed open as he shrieked.
Tears jumped into man's eyes while he quickly readjusted his hands and clutched to his son. "I have you now, baby. It's going to be okay."
The man looked back up to Blaine. "Please, how can I ever repay you?"
"Fix him," Blaine mumbled, thinking back on what he had done on the pure creature. He pushed the paperwork and the remote in the man's hand before running back to his car.
"Carole!" the man choked out when he returned inside the house, and a woman appeared at the top of the stairs.
"What is it, Burt? Who was at the door? Come on back to b-
The rest of her sentence stuck in her throat when she saw Burt holding the fallen angel. She rushed down the stairs and flailed her hands about his peacefully face.
"Finn," she voice thick with tears, "go back to bed and rest for school tomorrow."
Finn did as he was told and left the scene while his mother and Burt cradled the being, but his mind refused to settle back down when he went down to his room.
He revealed the news the next day at glee only to have Santana break down in tears. She clutched her long black tresses and rocked herself in the corner of the choir room.
Mercedes grabbed to Finn's arm pleading to details about her former best friend, but Finn had no details to spare.
When Finn returned home, his mother was at work as well as his father, but lying on the bed that Burt was never able to let go was Kurt.
"Kurt?" Finn whispered, and the angel's eye flickered open. But when Kurt met Finn's eyes, he instantly broke eye contact while his filled with tears.
"Hello, Finn Hudson."
"What happen to your...your…"
"My life here is almost done," Kurt whispered staring up at the ceiling.
"But…but you just got home. What about Burt?"
The angel closed his eyes. "Do you honestly think I would have chosen this fate? I just met my father for the first time in…" Kurt no longer remembered how long he had been away. "Are you living here now?"
"When you were taken away, your father was a wreck. My mom started bringing over meals, and he finally asked her to move in. I was only ten by this point, and I didn't understand what had happened until I met Brittney."
Brittney was the purest of all the angels ever known to roam the earth, but her time came much too soon. But her tale was not Finn's to tell.
Cautiously, Finn approached the bed and gazed at the magnificent creature. "Don't stare at me like that, please."
"Is there anything I can do? You can't go, it's not time."
Kurt laughed coldly, "There is no one who could make a difference with the exception of God himself."
The teenage boy sat down beside the beauty and noticed that how the icy blue eyes slowly glazed over. "Kurt, don't leave…" Hands shaking, Finn reached out to take the angel's face with his palms, and never before had he felt such perfection.
But the last feather fell from the empty wings, and Kurt's weighed down shoulders fell limp as well the rest of his body. Finn clutched to the fallen angel, his hands brushing against the spine of the empty wings. No scream followed, but a small smile graced his face.
However, a soft bell-like voice rang through the room causing Finn to tighten his grip as he glanced around.
"Let go of him, Finn. I must bring him home," and there beside the limp beauty was Brittney. Her hand was gently sitting upon Kurt's back directly between the dead wing spines.
She didn't smile as she gathered Kurt into her arms, and she stroked the ageless face. "It wasn't fair, was it, baby?" She murmured to the fallen angel. "To love so long shouldn't be a sin. You'll never know pain again, sweet angel."
Brittney spoke as if Finn wasn't even in the room, but he watched silently until he found his voice.
"I don't understand."
For a moment, Finn believed she wouldn't answer, but she spoke softly while cradling the other. "When an angel is torn from its first love and fails to fall again, the angel is torn from the inside, proceeding to lose all the pure feathers. Once the angel returns home, they no longer feel any pain, and they no longer remember their life on Earth."
"How does it happen? I mean, angels being born on Earth."
"God believes that even the darkest man deserves a light, so he sends his child to be reborn amongst the families that need a light desperately." She took Kurt's face with one hand, "God knew that Burt was going to need someone to look after him after Karen passed away, but you were taken from him as well, so he gave him your mother, a sweet selfless woman."
Finn's throat began to close up, "Don't take him from me," he whispered. "It wasn't his time. He was taken from me, and I need him." The words flowed fluently from his mouth, and Finn didn't fully understand what he was saying.
The angel's frown set in deeper. "Though you were given only one chance, you blew it."
"I didn't know then!" Finn protested before pausing. "What happened to you, Brit?"
"There is only one who can tell you that," she whispered.
"Why is it that you still remember?"
"God gifted me with her memory, and in return, I come to retrieve those who fall so gracefully yet so painfully sad." She stood with Kurt in her arms.
"Wait! Please, give me one more chance." A song rang through Finn's mind, and tears began to fall helplessly from his eyes when he began to sing brokenly.
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
The angel looked at her palm which had begun to glow a vibrant light and smiled, placing it over Kurt's chest.
"God knows what your question would be, Finn Hudson. If you hurt him, God will not be so forgiving for he can take away his child's life on Earth as quickly as he gave it."
She set the fallen angel back upon the bed and disappeared when Kurt's chest rose with breath.
When Burt arrived home that evening, he rushed down to the room he had refused to enter since Kurt was taken from him as a small child. Eyes searching for his son, he was shocked to see Finn just sitting beside Kurt.
Without speaking a work, Burt gathered the angel in his arms, remembering to be wary of the sensitive wings, and cradled him close. But when Kurt did not wake, Burt turned to Finn desperately. "What happened?"
"He's sleeping," Finn murmured softly, sparing the man details of his son's death and rebirth.
The older man looked back down to see that Kurt's body did indeed move with the intake of air. "Thank you, God, for bringing back my boy."
The next day when Finn came home from school, he found Kurt peering out of the window; a vacant expression claimed his face.
"Kurt?"
The angel neither turned to see the approaching boy nor did he acknowledge him.
"Are you hungry? I'm starving, dude. Oh, and everyone wants to see you." The spines which currently held twelve feathers ruffled. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want them to see me. Ever."
"Why? Mercedes asks about you every day!"
"No one has seen me since I was…I don't remember…" A wrinkle appeared between the angel's eyebrows as he tried to remember. "I never want them to see me like this. To people, I'm a pet, Finn. There's so much hate out there."
Guilt panged at Finn. Kurt didn't want to remain on Earth where he was treated as less than a human by many except for the few who treasured and spoiled their angels. It was his fault that Kurt was stuck here.
As if Kurt was reading in on Finn's mind, he spoke, "it isn't your fault. Brittney told me about what had happened."
"How…?" Confusion was clear upon his face.
Kurt raised his angelic face upward and closed his eyes. "I can hear her; she speaks with me sometimes."
For such a tender moment, tears remained away from the angel's orbs.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt, for everything that has happened to you, but you are home know. There are people here who love you and care for you. You don't have to worry anymore, and you never have to feel pain again."
Kurt's mind refused to believe such nonsense, and he glanced nervously at the tiny remote that sat beside him on the kitchen table.
Later that night, when Kurt thought he was alone, he snuck out to the backyard where the neighbors wouldn't be able to spot him. When he raised his porcelain face to the dark stormy sky once more, he wore the ugliest face he could muster.
"Why did you send me here, God!"
What Kurt wasn't aware of was Finn who stood at the backdoor watching and listening in to the pain in the angel's raw voice.
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