A/N: Told you it would only take until I typed it up! The next chapter is only partially written, so that might take longer but I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this adventure!

Disclaimer: I don't Glee but I have gotten to say hi to Chris Colfer on the phone!

"Blaine! Come on, we'll be late for class!"

"Just a minute!" Seventeen year old Blaine Anderson tightened the little red bow tie he'd been tying around the neck of an old white teddy bear. "Happy Anniversary Kurt," he said to the stuffed animal. "Today marks nine years that I've had you." He smiled at the toy and set him up against the pillow of his neatly made bed.

"Blaine!" There was pounding on the door. "Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can dawdle! You know Dalton doesn't give special privileges to birthday boys!"

Blaine sighed heavily, gave the bear one last smile and headed for the door, opening it to see his friends Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling standing there, looking impatient. He put on an apologetic smile and tried to shut the door before his friends caught sight of the toy sitting on his bed. But it was too late. Jeff had already seen it. Forgetting about the protests of being late for class, the blonde boy rushed into Blaine's room and picked up the bear in a very careless manner. Blaine flinched.

"Teddy bears Blaine? You're seventeen!"

Nick pushed his way into the room and looked at the bear. "Isn't that the same bear you told Wes last year you would get rid of?"

Blaine bit his lip. "I did get rid of him," he said. Nick frowned. "From Warblers meetings," Blaine added quietly. Nick's frown increased.

"I don't think that's what he meant Blaine. You're lucky he graduated last year." Jeff started toward the door with the bear in his arms.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked.

Jeff stopped. "To dispose of the toy. You're seventeen now Blaine. You don't need to rely on stuffed animals anymore." Before he could take another step, however, Blaine had surged forward and yanked the toy from his hands, clutching it protectively to his chest. "What the hell Blaine?!" Jeff spat.

"I've had Kurt for nine years today. He's a tribute to Kurt Hummel!"

Nick and Jeff exchanged glances.

"Kurt Hummel?" Nick questioned.

"The kid who died in that tragic car accident in Lima ten years ago?" Jeff added, his voice suddenly laced with understanding.

Blaine stared at him in surprise.

"You know about him?"

Jeff sighed and shut the door to the room. None of them seemed to care anymore about class. He motioned for Blaine to sit down, which the boy did, choosing to sit on his bed, still clutching Kurt to his chest.

"I lived in Lima at the time," Jeff started. Both Nick and Blaine stared at him with wide eyes. "Kurt and Elizabeth Hummel, though mostly Kurt, are pretty much the reason we moved to Westerville." Blaine opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find the words. Jeff went on. "You see, my mom was part of the surgical team who worked their asses off to try and save Kurt's life. When they failed, my mother never got over it. She felt so bad for Mr. Hummel, losing both his wife and his son in the same day. Afterward, she felt guilty. She couldn't bear to live or work in Lima anymore. So we packed up and moved."

Blaine and Nick were stunned. Neither of them had ever known this about Jeff. That was saying something in Nick's case because he was Jeff's best friend. Though the two wouldn't admit it, the other Warblers were sure they were in love with each other.

"So yes, I know about Kurt Hummel. But how do you Blaine?"

Blaine glanced down at the bear in his hands. He sighed.

"Kurt died on my seventh birthday. I overheard the story on the ten o'clock news. I snuck out of bed for some late night birthday cake and my parents were watching the news at the time."

Jeff and Nick looked at each other.

"That doesn't explain why you care about the kid so strongly." It was Nick who said this and Blaine just stared at him.

"I don't know," Blaine said, biting his lip. "I've just always been really intrigued by him." The three of them were silent for several minutes before Jeff looked at the clock.

"Oh shit! First period is like half over with!" Nick looked appalled and he jumped up to join Jeff at the door. "Coming Blaine?" Jeff asked when Blaine didn't move. Blaine just shook his head.

"No. I think I'll report sick to the nurse today." Nick and Jeff just looked at him before wishing him a happy birthday and leaving the room. Blaine continued to sit there, clutching the bear to his chest.

"You can't stand in his room forever Burt," said the voice of one Carole Hudson-Hummel, as she watched her husband standing in a room that had remained untouched for ten years. Burt did not know where he had found the strength to remarry, let alone go on for ten years. Carole had a son of her own. If Kurt had lived, they would be the same age, eighteen.

Burt turned and looked at his new wife of a little over a year. He'd only moved on because he thought that's what Elizabeth and Kurt would have wanted him to do. Not that it really mattered what with them gone for ten years on that very day.

"I know Carole, but I need today. Every year on this day, I step into Kurt's room and ask why and pray for a miracle. And then I go and leave fresh flowers on both of their graves."

Carole looked at him for a moment. "And you are always stunned to see that someone else had been doing the same."

"How did you know that?" Carole smiled at him.

"I could see it in your eyes when you returned last year."

Burt was surprised. He hadn't known that Carole could read him that well. It was a sign that they belonged together now. Yes, she wasn't Elizabeth and he knew he wasn't Christopher, Carole's first husband who had died when her son was a baby. But they had made it work, and they were happy with each other. That was all that mattered.

The man sighed and pulled his baseball cap down over his balding head.

"Finn off at school?"

Carole nodded. "Yes, and he's getting the Glee Club to pay tribute to Kurt." Burt stared at her wide-eyed.

"He doesn't have to do that. Those kids never knew him."

"True. But Finn feels like he did with the way you talk about him. He told me he would have loved to know Kurt personally."

"Really? He said that?" Burt felt his heart warming.

"He did," Carole replied. "Now come on. I'll go with you to put flowers on his grave."

"Just give me a moment." Carole nodded and left the room. "Hear that Kurt?" he said quietly, running a hand over the neatly made bed. "Your stepbrother would have loved to know you." And for the first time in ten years, Burt genuinely smiled.

Blaine knelt at the grave, fingers etching over the words in the tombstone. He had started coming regularly on his birthday and Kurt's death anniversary to say hi and talk to the boy. And give him fresh flowers of course. This year, he had brought a dozen red roses.

"Hi Kurt," he said, laying the flowers on the grave. "Sorry I'm a little late this year. I didn't mean to be." Blaine often wondered how well a dead person could actually hear. He smiled softly.

"You won't believe what Jeff told Nick and I this morning. Did you know that his mom was part of your surgical team? She felt guilty that they couldn't save you. That's why Jeff and his family live in Westerville now."

Blaine was so engrossed in speaking to Kurt he didn't notice the car that pulled up behind his on the drive. Nor did he hear the sound of two car doors slamming shut. If he had, he would have realized that he was not the only one with intentions of visiting Kurt.

"Hey kid!" came the shout of a man's voice. Blaine stood immediately, completely startled. "What are you doing here?" It was not an accusation, but merely a question of curiosity.

"Sorry sir," Blaine immediately apologized. "I only came to give him flowers and talk to him a bit."

The man, who was accompanied by a woman, glanced at the red roses and then back at Blaine. "So you're the one who's been leaving flowers here every year." Blaine bowed his head, feeling that he was about to be chastised. "Thanks for caring kid. Kurt didn't have a lot of friends." The man approached him and stuck out his hand in greeting. "I'm Burt Hummel and this is my wife Carole."

Blaine took the man's hand and shook it firmly. "Blaine Anderson," he replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Burt smiled.

"Pleasure's all mine," he said. "You're not from Lima, are you?" he asked, taking in Blaine's school uniform.

"No sir," Blaine responded. "I go to Dalton Academy in Westerville." Burt raised an eyebrow.

"Westerville? Isn't that like two hours' drive from here?"

"Yes sir," Blaine said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"My dear boy, why would you miss school, just to visit the grave of a kid you never knew that's two hours away?" Blaine blushed.

"Sorry sir. I've always been intrigued by your loss. I know that sounds strange but it's the truth. I mean the day I turned seven years old, an innocent kid lost his life. I never found that very fair."

"The day you turned seven?"

"Yes sir."

"So today is your birthday?"

"Yes sir."

"Happy birthday than kiddo! And please call me Burt. Anyone willing to go to such lengths for Kurt when they didn't even know him should be considered family." Blaine was taken by surprise at that.

"Thank you sir…I mean Burt." It was strange talking to Kurt's father. Blaine had never expected to meet the man. He normally visited Kurt's grave either early in the morning or late at night so that he could make sure he wouldn't be intruding if the family was ever there.

"You're welcome kid." Burt offered Blaine another smile and Blaine returned it. "And you can visit Kurt's gave anytime you'd like." Blaine smiled again.

Burt Hummel had told his wife earlier that every year he prayed for a miracle. Had he realized how very out of routine Kurt's death anniversary was this year, he might have thought that this year, he might just get it.

Blaine carefully unlocked the door to his dorm room and slid inside with a sigh. He was glad he had met no one on his way to his room. He was not in the mood to be answering questions about where he'd been. Meeting Kurt's dad had been very out of the norm but at least the man was friendly.

"Took you long enough," spoke a high-pitched angelic voice Blaine did not recognize. The seventeen year old jumped. Had he gotten a roommate while he'd been away? No, that was silly. They wouldn't transfer someone in the middle of the day right?

Cautiously, Blaine glanced up. What he saw took his breath away. The world's most beautiful boy was sitting cross-legged on Blaine's bed. He was dressed in white with a seemingly familiar red bow tie around his neck. He had pale flawless skin adorned with pink lips that looked so inviting. His beautiful chestnut hair was styled in a perfect coif. He was obviously tall and slender. His eyes were the most captivating swirl of blue, green, and gray Blaine had ever seen. But the most unusual thing was not the fact that he was twirling a single red rose between his delicate fingers. No. It was the pair of gorgeous white wings that protruded from his back.

"Who are you?" Blaine managed to breathe out. The boy smiled.

"I'm Kurt." And that was when Blaine's world turned upside down.

A/N: So, thoughts? Comments? Like it? Hate it? I should probably tell you that I developed this idea from my own teddy bear, who is white with a red ribbon tied around his neck. And yes, his name is Kurt E. Hummel. No shame. I named a teddy bear after Kurt and since he is a Build-A-Bear, he has an official birth certificate. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! And if you want to ask me about saying hi to Chris on the phone, feel free! It was awesome! I have his autograph. :P Reviews make me smile! Happy reading!