It was the middle of the night when I suddenly heard a piercing scream come from Blaine's room.
"Stephanie! Wake up!" I shook her and ran to Blaine's room slamming his door open and turning on the lights.
"Blaine! Blaine what is it?!" I saw him holding his bleeding wrist.
"IT HURTS! WHAT'S HAPPENI—AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I took his hand off of his wrist and gasped.
"Oh my God!" Stephanie ran into the room at that moment.
"What's happening?!"
"Blaine is getting a new name…"
"W-what? No! That..That's not possible! …Is it?"
"I-I've never heard of it before. We need some gauze!" I ran to the medicine cabinet in Blaine's room and grabbed it going back to Blaine and reaching for his arm.
"N-no! Don't touch me! Don't.." The bleeding stopped, and the carving no longer looked like cuts, it looked like ink, but under all of the blood we couldn't read it.
"K-K-Kurt." I looked to Stephanie in shock. There is no way Blaine was able to see his name with all of the blood and his eyes were glazed and unfocused. I laid Blaine onto the bed where there wasn't as much blood, and came back with a wet cloth, wiping away the blood from where the name would be. Stephanie and I gasped simultaneously.
"Kurt E. Hummel. How is this possible?"
"I have no idea. We will figure all of this out later. Right now we need to take care of Blaine." We got him out of bed and into the tub. I got his clothes off of him and cleaned him of the blood that ran down his arm and chest. Stephanie changed the sheets and we got him back into bed.
Meanwhile at Columbus General…
A babies cry suddenly fills a room, and is quickly cleaned, swaddled in a blanket, and given to the mother, a happy father looking down with tears in his eyes.
"Oh Burt, he's beautiful."
"He looks just like you, Lizzie." She gasped suddenly.
"B-burt, somethings n-not right! S-somethings wrong!" Her heartrate monitor started beeping fast.
"We can't stop the bleeding! We need to get her to the OR now!" They took Kurt and gave him to Burt while they wheeled her out of the room. Burt was suddenly left all alone with his crying baby boy in his arms.
"Shh Kurt, it'll be okay son. Mommy will be okay." That didn't stop his voice from shaking.
Before he knew it, he was bringing a baby back to his home..Minus a wife. It was only when he was sitting a rocking chair that he noticed a name on his wrist.
Blaine D. Anderson
Burt gasped in shock. You see, its uncommon for someone to have their soulmark as a newborn. In fact, its unheard of. His son being gay never occurred to him for 5 years.
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"Daddy, daddy! My birfday is on Fwiday!" I smiled and hugged his son.
"I know! We're going to have a special party, just the two of us!" My son doesn't have any friends. See people started noticing the name on his wrist, anytime anyone came up to him. Kurt has always been a happy baby and would always wiggle his arms. They would always be shocked that he has one so young, but then when they saw that it was a man's name, they would let go of his hand like they'd been burned, and look at him with such disgust in their eyes. The parents at mommy-child groups that I took him to isolated us. I always had my nose in the parenting books Lizzie bought, plus more that I bought. It was just me and Kurt. I had to keep him with me at the shop, because no one would watch him.
It was excruciatingly lonely sometimes, but I knew that as long as I had Kurt, that I had to be strong. It truly is just the two of us, in every sense of the word, and I would do anything to protect my son. The only family that I have left.
"Can I get some shoes, daddy?"
"Sure bud. What kind of shoes? Spiderman? Power Rangers?"
"I want heels! Red ones like Dorothy's, but s-sens..Swensible!" I laughed.
"Sure buddy. In fact I think your mommy had some just like them. They're a little big, but until I get some your size, you can wear hers. Would you like an early birthday present?"
"Yes! You're the bestest daddy in the wholeeeeeee world! I wuv you!" Kurt hugged me tight and gave me a big kiss.
"I love you too, kiddo. Come on. Let's go get those heels."
"YAYYYYYYY!" Kurt ran up to the bedroom where he knows his mother's things are kept in the walk-in closet, and almost started tearing things apart in his excitement.
"Kurt buddy slow down! Remember, we keep things tidy!"
"Sorry daddy! I'll be more careful! I pwomise!"
"It's okay kiddo. Now..I know just where the shoes are."
"Yay!"
"Yeah buddy. But I need you to sit down while I get them, and take your shoes off so we can put them on once I've got them."
"Okay daddy!" He sat down and proceeded to do so. I opened the box with Lizzie's shoes and stared for a while.
"Daddy?" I shook my head and pulled out the shoes.
"Here you go bud. Lets put them on." I slid them on his feet over the socks and helped him stand up. He wobbled in them at first, then locked his knees. I helped him take a few steps to make sure he didn't fall, then let go of his hands.
"Good job, kiddo! You're walking in heels!" Kurt giggled.
"I'm doing it, daddy!"
"I see!" I smiled. If only his mother could see him now..
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Okay Kurt, time to take them off. You can play with them again later. Let's go see who's at the door."
"We have company daddy?"
"We sure do kiddo, so remember your manners okay?" I took his shoes of and was getting his regular pair on when the bell rang again. I picked Kurt up and rushed to go to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Hello Mr. Hummel! My name is Stephanie Anderson." Anderson.
"Kurt..Go to your room and play." I put him down.
"Are you okway daddy?"
"Yes honey. I'm fine. I'll come get you when dinner is ready okay?"
"Okway!" Kurt ran upstairs and played with his toys.
"Oh and Kurt? Close your door!" I waited to hear his bedroom door shut, and only then did I open the front door.
"Hello Mrs. Anderson. How may I help you?"
"May I come in?" I sighed.
"Of course."