A FEW YEARS EARLIER
-Wake up, you lazy cow!- these were first words Kurt heard at this morning. Well, he actually hears it every morning but with different nickname each day. Yesterday it was 'ass', earlier 'sloven' and tomorrow, he guesses, it will be orphan. He is adjust to it, although he feels empty everyday. He hasn't felt loved at all since his father died. Elizabeth, his birth mother was cruel to her son and he doesn't have a clue why is that. He hasn't done anything to her.. At least nothing he remembers.
-Don't you hear me? Get out and bring the milk, I want to eat something! What, do you want me to die from the hunger? Such a loving son, ha!- his mother yells and Kurt's scared that the neighbours can hear it, if they didn't yet.. Anyways, he puts his clothes on and without even a word goes to the meadow. When he finally meets cows, he sits down and milks them. One by one, just as everyday.. His life is so boring. Like, all he does is milking these stupid cows, giving his mother food and cleaning up the house. Sometimes he goes to a market for shopping. His dreams were different. Yet as a child he dreamt of living in a castle; big, stately castle and having the control over everything and everyone. He could ride a horse everyday and watch peasants' lives from the nearest village. Village like the one I live in, he thinks and sighs, because there's nothing he can do. Kurt Hummel, son of Elizabeth and Burt, was born to be a serf. His destiny was to take care of his mother no matter what. There was no place for dreams in his life. When boy eventually decides to go home so milk won't sour, he hears the sound of horse's foot which it makes during running. Kurt doesn't want anything as much as he wants to get on the horse and feel the freedom which wind touching his face can cause. Coming back to reality, he can't do this. He isn't allow to do things like that, all he..
-Wooooohooooooooo!- he hears the sounds which suggest that someone is having fun. He looked back and see young boy, with curly hair and big smile, racing with another guys. Kurt can see he is curled up and focused on the road, but also enjoys this. „Ah, if only I had so much freedom.."
It's exetremely hot, just as everyday on the Saverland so he should hurry up if he doesn't want to poison his mother with sour milk. He raises heavy buckets and in one second drops them, making the grass white, just like the snow.
-Are you aware of what you just did?- Kurt screams, because he can't stop the anger inside him. He milked these cows for a couple of hours, it's super hot, he is tired, and what's more, he will have to do it again. He falls on his knees and put up the brackets, hoping for milk to magically appear in them.
-I'm so sorry, I didn't want to ride into you.. It's just, we had a race and I lost control over my horse.. Oh God, I'm really sorry. How can I compensate to you?- the stranger boy asks, but Kurt doesn't really want to listen to it.
Until he looks in boy's beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.
-Um..It's.. um, it's o-okay, I think I can handle it. I mean my mum, she can handle it. I mean, not she, but me, I was the one who milked the cows but she was about to dri..
-I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson, from the house D.- just-met boy interrupts in half of Kurt's awkward talk. He couldn't be more thankful. He is not adjust to people, he barely talks to his mother.
-I'm Kurt Hummel, from the house F. We're from the same village, why I didn't meet you before?- Kurt tries not to look so ostentatiously at Blaine, but he can't help it. He has perfect eyes and long eyelashes, his dark, curly hair is just begging to run fingers through it and he has the most adorable smile on the planet. And he keeps showing it. To Kurt.
-Well, now I guess I won't overlook you. Hey, do you want to go on a fast ride with me?- Blaine points at his horse.
-I don't think I'm allowed to.. You know, my mother will kill me..- Kurt wants it the most, but he knows he can't, he just can't.
-Oh come one - Blaine stands up and raises his hand against Kurt. -She won't find out- He whispers to Kurt's ear so close that he can feel his warmth and smell. His body just thrilled.
-I can go, only if it's going to be our little secret- Kurt says while going in horse's direction. Blaine sits first and helps boy to get in. Kurt can feel his muscles, even through straw coat.
-It'll be. Now hold me tight, cause we are going to feel the most amazing feeling from them all - he says. - You're going to feel freedom, Kurt - he turns back and look into Kurt's eyes, just like he wants to tell him something more. Wasn't Kurt the only one who thought horse riding can give you freedom? Don't people think horse riding is just ordinary entertainment? Well, at least not Blaine. As he said, Kurt holds him tight and let himself enjoy the moment which probably will never return.
-What's his name?
-Her. It's Fate- Blaine says and strokes her. -Fate, my dearest friend since the childhood times - he says and then Fate starts to run, Blaine keeps saying to go faster, and she does. After all this years, Kurt is finally feeling freedom. He missed riding horse so much, he almost forgot what does it feel like. He closes his eyes and directs his head into the sky. Right now, all that matter is his happiness. And Blaine, his new friend, even if it's their first meeting, just contribute to Kurt's happiness.
When they finally arived to village, Kurt violently got into panic. MILK! FOOD FOR HIS MOTHER! He totally forgot!
-Oh my God, I have a serious problem. Remember the buckets I dropped? I had milk in them. I needed this milk, now my mum will be super angry, I don't know if she even will let me in the house, I..
-Kurt, please, calm down. Your talking scares me a little bit. I'm sure you're overataking it, she can't be that cruel.-Blaine tries to calm Kurt down, but he isn't stupid, he can see the fear in his eyes.
-You don't know her - Kurt says and sits on the grass, meanwhile Blaine puts off a saddle and let Fate into a meadow. He sees sad Kurt, pointlessly looking around and sits next to him.
-I wouldn't be so worried about that – he snaps his fingers and all Kurt sees in this moment are his buckets, what's more, buckets filled with milk.
-How did you do that? These buckets were in another place.. And now they're here.. It's impossible. We were on the ride, did you mysteriously take them with us or what? - Kurt seems shocked, just like everyone at the begining, Blaine thinks.
-Let's just say, it'll be our little secret. I won't tell anyone about our ride, and you won't tell about...this. Deal?
-It's our first meeting and we already have two little secrets, I think this is ridi.. - suddenly, Kurt can't speak. He looks into Blaine's eyes and he's speechless.
-What? Kurt? Are you there?- Blaine starts to worry as his friend didn't end the sentence.
-..exciting, I meant exciting – Kurt finally says the right word.
-I think so, too – Blaine whispers.
-I really have to go. Thank you for the ride, it felt really great. And for the milk.. Look, first meeting and yet two things I'm thankful for.
-Just like the secrets - Blaine reminds and Kurt truly smiles.
-Just like the secrets – he says, raising the buckets and going home.
He stops, because he forgot about something.
-Blaine?
-Yes?
-Can we meet again? - Kurt suggests and for a response, he gets an adorable smile. All his way home he can think only about one thing: maybe there still is the chance for him to be free?