A/N: Surprise! I have a chapter of this lovely story for you all! I know I haven't really been updating anything lately but I'm in the process of preparing for my cross-country move so I haven't had time for much of anything. Just bear with me. I leave on Monday and then I'll be on a train for four days. I'll do what I can but until I get settled, I can't promise anything else will get updates. I promise things will happen again as soon as possible. On another note, do enjoy chapter three of Legends of Dalton Academy! I may or may not try to update something else tonight. If so, it will probably be finishing chapter three of May The Glee Be With You since that's partially done. Enough of my rambling! Enjoy this long awaited chapter!
Disclaimer: Guess what? I...still don't own Glee. *frowns* Oh well, would have been nice, yeah?
December 1910
Blaine was now pacing the room, hands running ragged through his curly hair. He didn't know for sure if Wes and David were going to believe the note or not. Out of all his friends, they were the most serious and no-nonsense. It was likely they'd think the whole thing was a joke. Kurt was perched on his bed, legs delicately crossed, watching the curly-haired boy pacing back and forth.
"Blaine, I do believe you will bare a hole in the floor if you keep that up," the boy said, inclining his head slightly to one side.
The teenager couldn't help it. He looked over at the pale boy. God, why was Kurt so much more beautiful in human form? He stood there for a moment and just stared at him. He made up his mind right there. Even if Wes and David did not help him, he was going to save Kurt.
"Sorry," he said, dropping down onto the bed beside the other boy.
Kurt put a hand on his arm, suddenly slipping seemingly into a more comfortable air around this boy from the future. "Look Blaine, I know it's a lot to take in, but I want to thank you for wanting to try. Although, I don't have the slightest idea as to what happened."
Blaine looked at him for several long moments. "You read the story. It's speculated that it's the puppet's fault."
At his words, Kurt turned his head to stare over at a chair, upon which sat Stevie. Blaine hadn't noticed until then that the puppet was even in the room. He looked in mint condition. Completely up to date with all maintenance, but then Blaine had to remember, at this point in time, Stevie was only eight years old. Kurt obviously took good care of him.
"You really like that puppet don't you?" he asked softly.
A small smile graced Kurt's lips. "He means a lot to me," he said and Blaine didn't miss the hint of sadness in his voice.
"Oh?" was all he managed to say. Why did this creepy puppet mean so much?
Kurt sighed softly and looked back at Blaine. "My mom gave him to me for my eighth birthday. It was the last thing she ever gave me before she died later that year."
It suddenly all made sense to Blaine. "I'm so sorry Kurt," he whispered. Kurt smiled.
"It's fine, really."
Blaine wasn't sure what to make of the situation anymore. Suddenly, the meaning of why Kurt was so attached to the creepy puppet made so much more sense than it had before. Blaine was sure that if the other boys who attended Dalton when Kurt did had known that, they might have been more forthcoming. He realized then that Kurt was not some odd boy. He was merely misunderstood. Stevie's presence had provided an immediate wrong first impression for the other boys at Dalton Academy.
Suddenly, a sound like a door whipping shut met both boys' ears. Kurt jumped and gripped Blaine's arm just a bit tighter. Blaine didn't protest. He liked the idea of Kurt gripping his arm. It felt nice. Damnit Anderson! Focus! It would be a hell of a disaster for you to develop feelings for him! Blaine scolded himself.
And then the familiar voice came.
"Blaine?"
Present Day 2012
"Blaine?" Wes said cautiously the minute David had shut and locked the door behind them. A part of him still found this rather weird. Looking around the room told Wes that Blaine most definitely was not in there. However, there was a creepy looking puppet sitting on Blaine's bed, wearing what looked defiantly like a smirk. Wes shuddered.
For a moment, no sound met his ears. He wondered if they had to make contact some other way and Blaine couldn't hear him.
But just as he was about to discuss this with David, he heard it. "Wes? Is that you?"
The Asian boy whipped his head around. There was no doubt in his mind that the voice was Blaine's but he couldn't see the boy anywhere. There was no way Blaine was in that room. He looked over at David who was staring at him wide-eyed.
"Blaine?" Wes repeated, swallowing the lump that had begun to form in his throat. "Blaine, where are you?" he asked.
"Sitting on the bed," came the reply. Wes immediately threw his eyes to Blaine's bed and then the unoccupied one.
"How? I can't see you," he said. A sound that was reminiscent of Blaine sighing met his ears.
"I told you. I'm in 1910." With Blaine sounding like he was in the room and there being no sign of him physically being there, Wes was starting to believe that everything his friend had said in that letter had been one hundred percent true. Again, he glanced at David, whose eyes were getting wider by the minute. "Is David with you?" Blaine asked suddenly.
"I'm here Blaine," David replied after a moment, surprised at how calm he sounded.
"Good," Blaine said. There was the sound of a slight cough and Wes and David looked around. "I want you two to meet someone, even though you can't see him," he said. Wes could practically hear the smile in the other boy's words. He glanced at David who gave him a knowing smirk.
"Oh?" Wes asked.
There was the sound of a giggle in an unfamiliar rather high-pitched sounding voice. It was followed shortly by Blaine's familiar chuckle.
"Hello," the unfamiliar voice said. Wes looked at David who stared back at him. "Pleasure to meet you both. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Kurt Hummel."
Silence surrounded the both of them and Wes and David didn't mistake the formality in the newcomer's voice. Kurt Hummel. The boy from 1911 Blaine had mentioned in the letter. They had to look this up as soon as they could get to the library the next day.
"I know what you two are thinking," Blaine said, breaking the silence. "Check under my bed."
Wes and David exchanged a slightly puzzled look before David shrugged and dropped to the floor. He lifted the comforter of Blaine's bed and saw a folded piece of paper. Pulling it out he unfolded it and flattened the paper.
"What is it Blaine?" he asked as Wes crossed to turn on the bedside lamp.
If they could see Blaine right then, they would probably see him rolling his eyes.
"It's the copy I ran off of the legend. I know you guys want to check out it out for yourselves, so I shoved it under Kurt's bed. I figured it would still be there on your side."
Wes furrowed his brow. "And how could you be so sure that no one else would have found it within the century difference?" he asked skeptically.
Well, that was a deadpan question. He wondered how in the world Blaine would have the answer.
December 1910
That was a good question. But Blaine suddenly realized he knew the answer. He didn't know how, he just did.
"Because I'm the first person to be put in that room since Kurt," he said quietly, looking over at the pale boy. A soft smile crossed Kurt's face for some odd reason and the boy lowered his head onto Blaine's shoulder, gripping his arm just a bit firmer.
Okay, forget not developing feelings for this boy. Blaine liked this too much. He smiled down at Kurt, who shut his eyes lazily and hummed in content. Blaine had the strange desire to kiss the boy on the top of his head. He refrained from it.
"How do you know that?" Wes' voice came, sounding surprised.
Blaine shrugged, though he knew Wes couldn't see him. "I don't know. I just do," he said. "And no one's been in the room since either."
He found that strange. If they were going to keep the room vacant of occupancy, wouldn't they have come in and cleaned it out? He suddenly realized how Stevie could have been in his room. He'd been left there. No one ever found him. It was obvious by the state in the present day that he hadn't been tended to in a very long time. But how he suddenly had come to be sitting on Blaine's bed when Blaine had never once come across the puppet in all his time there, Blaine still hadn't pinpointed.
"Wait a minute," came David's voice. "Kurt was a mid-year transfer?" he asked. Blaine nodded before remembering that they couldn't see him.
"Yes, why?" he questioned.
"Well, unless I'm greatly mistaken, you were the first mid-year transfer Dalton's had since early 1911," David replied.
Blaine looked down at Kurt again. The pale boy's eyes had popped open and he had lifted his head to stare up at the curly-haired boy in surprised. Why the hell had Dalton not gotten any other transfers since the one that had been Kurt's new roommate?
The seventeen year old furrowed his brow and racked his brain for a moment. "I remember something about after being accepted mid-year. I was supposed to meet a dorm advisor right away and they were to show me to my dorm." He paused and stared at Kurt for several moments. The other boy was hanging on his words.
"Go on," Wes said.
Blaine took a breath. "My parents were called and told to go to the front office instead. Apparently, there was an issue. When we got there, the principal," he was cut off by the odd look Kurt gave him. "That's what we call Headmaster's now, except in like, Europe," he explained. The pale boy nodded and lowered his head back onto Blaine's shoulder. Blaine subconsciously wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Come on Blaine, stop stalling!" David cried. Blaine chuckled lightly.
"Such impatience David," the boy said.
"If you were here in person I'd hit you with my gavel," Wes said shortly. Blaine laughed again.
"All right, calm down Wes." He took another breath. "The principal said they hadn't realized that they only had one room with a vacancy. Room 424. When my parents asked what was wrong with that, he said that there was some history attached to that room that may be very unpleasant for me to know and then have to stay in there so they tried not to assign students to that room if it could be helped." Blaine paused here and swallowed. He felt Kurt's hand give his arm a comforting squeezed and he suddenly felt better. "The principal apologized and told my parents he was sorry but unfortunately, they could not take me at Dalton at that time. I didn't want to go back to public school. I didn't want to go back to my personal hell." He heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath and spared the boy a glance.
"You were treated poorly at public school too?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine nodded and then suddenly, not able to resist, he planted a gentle kiss on Kurt's forehead. Kurt looked up at him for a moment. Blaine was afraid he'd done something wrong. But then Kurt just smiled and snuggled back into him.
"We're still here Blaine," Wes stated in a rather irritated tone.
"Right," Blaine replied, snapping out his reverie. He sighed. "So, I took it upon myself to make sure I wouldn't have to."
"What did you do?" David asked.
A smile crossed Blaine's face. "I told the principal I didn't care and I'd take the room and pleaded with him not to make me have to go back to public school. It worked. He gave in and I got room 424."
Everyone was quiet for a moment. Blaine had always had his way of getting what he wanted. But who could say no to Blaine Anderson? He was damn dreamy. On more than one occasion, Wes had admitted to himself that he would have definitely been after Blaine if he had been into guys.
"Blaine?" came Kurt's voice suddenly. It was at that moment that Blaine noticed a sudden gust of very cold air. He glanced toward the window. Not only was it closed but also the morning didn't look like it held a bitter chill even though it was December in Ohio. "Why did it suddenly get cold?" Kurt went on. For a moment, no one seemed to know the answer to that. Then a voice that made Blaine's blood run cold pierced the air.
"What are you two doing in Blaine's room?"
Present Day 2012
"Sebastian!" Wes spat sharply. The meercat-faced boy was sitting in the window. The douche probably had the lankiness to sneak along the window ledge just outside. Wes knew it was bad news to put the boy in the room next to Blaine's. Just as much as he knew that Sebastian had been on campaign to have his room switched so that he could be Blaine's roommate. Everyone in the Warblers knew the boy was after Blaine.
Wes also knew that Blaine didn't like Sebastian like that. He wasn't interested in his sexual advances and was actually quite put off by him. Wes was sure that as long as Sebastian was in the room Blaine wouldn't say a word.
Ignoring the meercat's question he narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"We could ask you the same thing!" David spat. Sebastian merely smirked, jumping down from the window with surprising ease.
"I'm here for a little midnight snack," he practically purred.
Wes and David looked at each other, both trying to keep the disgust from their faces. They could only imaged Blaine trying not to cry out in disgust. How they were going to be able to explain Blaine's voice with no Blaine, they had no idea.
"We were looking for Blaine," Wes replied sharply, unfolding his arms and dropping one to his pocket where the oval head of something was peaking over the rim.
"In the middle of the night Wesley?" Sebastian asked, still smirking. Wes frowned. He'd caught him. "Careful or I'll let everyone know that you should have graduated last year."
A sharp intake of breath filled the room. It came from neither Wes, nor David and certainly not Sebastian. The meercat boy frowned.
"Is someone else in this room?" A slight slapping sound indicated that someone was clapping a hand to his or her mouth. Wes glared at Sebastian, furrowing his brow. The boy liked to run rumors. Or get his facts wrong. It was true that Wes, who was eighteen, almost nineteen and would be nineteen by the time he graduated at the end of the year, should have graduated a year earlier.
"I'm assuming you're under the impression that I was held back when I was younger," Sebastian smirked still. "I've been in private school all my life Smythe. I started a year later than most public school kids would."
He was pleased to find that Sebastian seemed disappointed. It was common knowledge that the boy would do anything to overtake control of the Warblers. But with Wes and David on the council, that was not going to happen anytime soon. Though Wes wouldn't admit it, he was pretty sure that one of Sebastian's first new rules was that Blaine had to be his arm candy or something. God knew how badly Sebastian wanted to get into Blaine's pants.
David cleared his throat. "Obviously, Blaine isn't here so we're going to go look for him. You better go back to your room Sebastian or I will alert dorm staff that you're sneaking along unsafe ledges."
Sebastian scowled. "This isn't over!" he spat before sliding back out the window and onto the ledge. "Blaine will be mine one day, mark my words. And then, you'll all be sorry!" he let off some maniacal laughter before slipping out of sight.
"Over my dead body I'll be his!" Blaine spat out in a huff as soon as Sebastian had disappeared and Wes and shut the window.
"Who was that?" Kurt asked in a rather quiet voice. He sounded somewhat shaken. It was Wes who replied.
"That's Sebastian Smythe. He's been trying to get in Blaine's pants ever since he came to Dalton earlier this year. Blaine hates him. He's a sleazebag. I'm still mad that I had to let him into the Warblers. I had to give him the fairness I give anyone else and it's true the boy can sing," he said.
There was a whimper and Wes and David looked at each other.
"Listen Blaine," David started after a moment. "It's really late, still the middle of the night. Wes and I will come back later, promise. But we should really be going and getting some sleep."
It was a moment before they heard Blaine's reply. "Yeah, sounds good. Sorry about the odd hour. It's actually the morning hours in 1910 right now. Talk to you guys again soon and then I promise we'll get things underway better."
"Bye Blaine!" both boys said. "Bye Kurt!"
"Good-bye," Kurt practically whispered.
December 1910
Blaine looked down at Kurt after he heard the door shutting in the present day. The pale boy appeared distraught. "Hey," he whispered. Kurt looked up at him. "Don't worry. Sebastian means nothing to me. I can't stand him," he said. A soft smile crossed Kurt's face. Wait, why did Blaine suddenly feel it was obligatory for him to tell Kurt that?
"So, you don't have a boyfriend?" the pale boy asked, biting his lip.
"No," Blaine said, smiling down at him. Kurt immediately brightened. But after another moment, his face fell. "What's wrong?"
"Stevie," Kurt said suddenly and Blaine gave him an odd look. "I know people think I don't realize anything about him but, he has a tendency to um…make things happen. Not very good things," he said and Blaine frowned at him.
Had he known what he was going to learn when morning came in 2012 then, he might have been a lot more worried than what he was.
A/N: Don't hate me for leaving you with a cliff-hanger! I got to give you something that will keep you pining for the next chapter! If you're all good and leave me at least 5 reviews for this, I might just try and give you an answer before I leave. But only if you're good. I had to explain Wes' still being in school somehow because partway through the chapter, I realized he would have graduated the year before this takes place. And warning, I hate Sebastian. I'm honestly thinking that his turn around is only temporary. It was too big a difference to not be. O.O Anyway, reviews make me smile! Oh and the vote question from last chapter still stands! Do you want Kurt to grow up in the present day at the end and live happily ever after with Blaine, or should time catch up to him and he withers away and dies? I don't have the strength to write him dying I don't think but I'd like to know what you think! Happy reading!