A/N: Cleopatra coming at ya, Cleopatra coming at ya! Not really, haha. But I am here to bring you chapter nine. I certainly am on a roll! Don't you love me for having all these wonderful handwritten chapters to give you as an apology for taking so long to update? I would love me! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As usual, I still don't own Glee. Maybe things will change by the time I start on the next chapter.
It was now clear that Sebastian refused to give up, even after being marked a fallen angel. The only good development concerning that was the fact that he had sold himself into demon slavery. The angel kiss mark that replaced the mark of the demon's curse was extra protection for Blaine. As long as he was kissed by an angel, no demon's curse could ever effect him again. It would remain that way either until he died or the angel who kissed him lost its power.
Things were starting to look up. Things appeared as though everything was going to be okay. If it weren't for the growing feeling of dread in the pit of Kurt's stomach, he was sure the rest of them would have lived happily ever after. If this was the way the world was now, Kurt wasn't so sure he wanted to rejoin it.
He as staring out the window of Blaine's room two weeks later when Blaine entered after class, the teddy Kurt in his arms. Rain was spattering against the window.
"Hey!" Blaine said, a genuine smile flashing across his face.
"Hi," Kurt replied in a monotone, eyes never leaving the window. Blaine frowned.
"Kurt, what's wrong?"
The angel sighed and finally turned his head to look at him. They had yet to even so much as get close to kissing a second time but that was not what was weighing on Kurt's mind. He'd been thinking of other things, things that had to do with his own future.
"Sit down Blaine," he finally said. Blaine gave him a very concerned look. But he sat don on the bed all the same. Kurt came and sat beside him, taking his hands. He gave them a gentle squeeze.
"Kurt, what is it? What's going on?" Was that fear in his voice?
"First off, I want you to know, I'm always going to be your guardian, right up until you die." Blaine widened his eyes. here was he going with this? "But I don't think I want second-chance life anymore. This world is a much harsher place now than it was when I was eight. I don't know if I can handle that."
Blaine was starting to get the idea of what was going on. "Kurt, no," he whispered, voice already sounding broken. "Don't decide that yet. I need you in my life, everyday." Kurt squeezed his hands.
"You'll have me everyday. It just may not always be in the physical sense." Blaine sniffed. "If I go back to the sky, I can be placed on the main angel council. One day, I can become head. And then, I can revolutionize angel law," Kurt went on. "I just feel like I can do more good remaining an angel, than I can by having a second-chance life."
Blaine was fully tearing up now. He didn't want Kurt to give up. He wanted Kurt to be there with him. He wanted his friends to know this beautiful boy. "But I want to grow old with you Kurt!" he suddenly blurted out. It took the widening of Kurt's eyes to realize what he had said.
"What did you say?" Kurt asked, surprised leaked into his voice.
"I said, I want to grow old with you," Blaine repeated, much more confidently. He knew it was true. "I can't do that if you don't achieve second-chance life. If you give that up, you'll stay young and I'll just grow old without you. If we can't grow old together," he paused and when he spoke again, the words were spoken barely above a whisper. "Than I don't want to grow old at all."
"What are you saying Blaine?" Kurt whispered back.
"I'm saying I would die to spend eternity with you."
Kurt didn't know what to say. Blaine wanted him to be around that badly? Blaine had already decided that he would take his own life if it meant he could spend eternity with him. Blaine grabbed onto Kurt's hands even tighter and locked his eyes with his.
"Yes, the world is different than what it was when you were alive. But you can handle it Kurt. You know how I know that?" Kurt shook his head. "Because you won't have to face it alone. You'll have me. And you'll have Finn." Blaine paused. "And if you decide to go that route, you'll have your dad."
Kurt just sat there and thought for a moment. Blaine was right. It wasn't like he would have to handle things alone. He could do it with help. He really could.
"I didn't know you cared that much Blaine," he whispered.
"Are you kidding Kurt? You mean the world to me. I can't live without you."
The two boys just stared at each other. Was this what it felt like? What they called love? Kurt shuddered at the idea. Wait, was it possible for a human and an angel to fall in love?
"Yes Kurt," a voice rang in his head. It was Alia. He could hear the smile in her words. Never before had he ever been so grateful for the fact that the council head knew all. But than he'd never had a reason to really need that kind of help. And all of a sudden, it clicked.
"That's it! That's how I'm to earn second-chance life!" he exclaimed out loud, face brightening. He stood quickly, pulling Blaine up from the bed.
"Whoa! Kurt where are we going?" Blaine cried as Kurt ran them out the door and down through the building.
"To see my dad," Kurt said. "Can you drive us to Lima?"
"Now?" Kurt looked at him expectantly. "I have Warblers practice." Kurt frowned and his eyes got very big. Blaine could not resist the look on his angel's face. "I guess missing it once won't be that bad. Especially if it's for you." Kurt's fact lit up like a Christmas tree and he flushed red.
"Thank you Blaine," he replied shyly as the curly-haired boy unlocked the doors of his car.
"Anything for you Kurt," Blaine replied, causing the flush on Kurt's face to deepen. The two of them got in the car and pulled out of the Dalton parking lot, neither noticing Nick and Jeff running out the front doors.
Kurt had called Finn, using Blaine's cell phone, which had been kind of strange, to find out the address of the house. He didn't want to just assume that his dad still lived in the same house as he had ten years ago. It had been a smart idea because as it turned out, Burt Hummel did not live in the same house.
"You ready for this?" Blaine asked as he cut the engine. Blaine's phone had been going off the whole way but he had completely ignored it. He had even turned it off now. They were sitting in the driveway of the Hummel-Hudson household.
Kurt drew a breath. "Ready as I'll ever be."
The two of them got out of the car as Finn opened the front door, Chandler standing just behind him.
"Hey," Finn said to them both. "You sure about this Kurt?"
"Yeah Finn, I'm sure." Finn nodded and stepped out of the way to allow them entry to the house. Blaine took hold of Kurt's hand and squeezed it. Kurt graced him with a smile before vanishing from view.
"Hey Burt!" Finn called as the four of them entered the living room. Burt looked up from the couch where he was seated watching the game. "You have a visitor." To say Burt was surprised to see Blaine standing there was an understatement.
"Hi Mr. Hummel," Blaine said, smiling sheepishly.
"I told you kid, call me Burt," the man said, getting up to shake Blaine's hand. "To what do I owe this honor? And how do you know Finn?"
Blaine wasn't sure how to answer the second question. Luckily, Finn had an answer for it. "I went up to Dalton to meet him." Blaine smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah, that was what happened," Blaine said. "Um, I hope this is okay but I kind of wanted to talk to you about Kurt," he went on, slightly hesitantly. Burt looked at him for a moment before offering him a seat. Blaine took it gratefully.
"What about him?" Burt asked quietly. Blaine fiddled with his hands in his lap, contemplating how best to start the conversation. Burt had taken a seat in an armchair and though he couldn't see him, Blaine felt Kurt seated beside him on the couch. Kurt was still holding onto his hand. He gave it a gentle encouraging squeeze.
Blaine bit his lip. "Burt, this may be an odd question but do you believe in angels?" he asked.
Burt just looked at him for a moment. "Sure kid. I like to think that Kurt's mom is an angel looking down on me."
"Elizabeth," Blaine murmured without thinking.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" Blaine became aware that Burt had never told him Kurt's mom's name.
"Oh, I remembered it from the news brief ten years ago," he said quickly, not sure how he had come up with it so quickly. "um, do you believe Kurt is an angel?"
Burt looked at him for several moments, seemingly lost in thought.
"As innocent as Kurt was," he said finally. "I have no doubt that he is an angel."
Blaine smiled softly and subconsciously looked over next to him. Feeling Kurt's hand in his still, he gently squeezed it. Blaine knew that it was now or never. Burt was a good man. He believed in miracles. Hopefully, he would believe in this one.
"I know you want a miracle Burt," he said. Burt sighed.
"I've been praying for a miracle for ten years kid. I've never gotten one but that doesn't mean I plan on giving up."
Blaine smiled softly. "What if I were to tell you that all that praying is about to pay off?"
"What are you getting at kid?" Burt did not seem angry with Blaine at all. In fact he seemed rather intrigued.
Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, prompting him to go on. So Blaine took a deep breath and did.
"Kurt is an angel Burt." Burt looked at him with wide eyes. "In fact, he's sitting beside me right now." He gave Kurt's hand a return squeeze and both boys held there breath.
"He...he's here?" Burt asked hesitantly. Blaine looked toward Kurt for a moment although he couldn't see him. Somehow he knew, this was Kurt's cue.
"Yeah dad," Kurt said quietly. "I'm here." Burt's eyes went wide as saucers. Kurt went on. "I can show myself but I want you to know first, I kind of grew up. There's a reason for that. I promise I'll explain it."
Burt looked positively speechless. Finn was leaning on the back of the couch. His hands were placed between Blaine and Kurt. He was watching curiously.
"It's true Burt," Finn said. "I've seen him."
Blaine nodded his head and smiled. "He's my guardian angel Burt. And he's absolutely beautiful." The curly-haired boy beamed with pride. "His wings are silver. They used to be white but he was promoted to the Earthbound angel council. So now they're silver."
"Earthbound angel council?" Burt asked.
"Yeah dad," Kurt replied. "It's like the angel council, only it's made up of angels who spend a majority of their time on Earth. Like me. I'm working towards something dad, something that will be the greatest miracle you will ever experience." Blaine could hear the smile in his voice.
Burt was silent for a moment. "Can I see you Kurt?" he finally asked, voice unusually quiet.
"Of course."
For a moment a bright glow filled the room as Kurt made himself visible to everyone. Burt just stared, tears filling his eyes as he was met with the sight of his son for the first time in ten years.
"I told you he was beautiful," Blaine said, gazing at Kurt in admiration. All Kurt could do was blush. "It's true," Blaine insisted. Kurt playfully shoved him in the shoulder and Blaine laughed. The smile gracing Blaine's face was enough to melt Kurt into a million pieces. Yes he was definitely falling for his charge.
Burt seemed to finally find his voice. "You were saying about a miracle?"
It was Finn who answered. "They've granted him the opportunity of second-chance life Burt," he said with a smile.
"Who is they and what is second-chance life?"
Kurt smiled. "They is the angel council and second-chance life means I'll be alive again. I'll get my life back. My death was unscheduled dad. I wasn't supposed to die in that car accident. As such, I'm being given the chance to possibly be able to live my life out right."
Burt just stared at his son for a moment. "You mean reversing your death?" he asked in a really quiet voice. Kurt nodded. "How is that possible? Not that it wouldn't make me happy or anything."
"I didn't think it was either," Kurt said. He was still holding Blaine's hand. "But I want that second-chance life. That's why I wanted to see you."
"Kurt had two choices Burt," Blaine spoke up. "He could have had your memory altered so you never even knew he had died and thought he'd been alive all along or to reveal himself to you and let you know exactly what is going on. As you can see, he chose the latter."
Burt didn't know what to say. He was speechless no less. How did he ever account for what was going on? Everything he was learning now was simply incredible and he couldn't believe any of it was happening. He was going to get his son back. But he would have to remember that Kurt was no longer a child. He was a teenager now. Sure this meant that Burt would miss out on ten years of Kurt's life but that was a price he was willing to pay for the chance to have Kurt back.
"What about your mom?" he asked. Kurt smiled at him.
"Mom's great dad. She's second-in-command on the angel council. That means when Alia retires, mom ill take over operations. She'll be in charge of everything. And she wants this for me."
There was a brief silence before Burt asked one question the rest of them hadn't thought of.
"What about Carole?"
Kurt, Blaine, and Finn all looked at each other, mulling over the question. Burt was right. What about his new wife? It wasn't fair to leave her out of the loop. Especially when she would be the only one.
"We tell her too," Kurt finally said. "I mean, Finn knows, you know. It's only fair that she know too right?"
Burt, Finn, and Blaine all looked at each other. As if to solve this whole thing by fate, Carole entered the living room just then.
"Hi boys, what do you want..." She cut off when she saw Blaine and a boy who seemed to be wearing wings on his back sitting on the couch. All four of them were looking at her with stunned expressions. "What's going on?" she asked.
"I guess we have no choice now," Finn stated.
Carole set her bag down on the table and folded her arms across her chest. "Would one of you kindly explain what is going on?" she asked. It was clear that she hadn't had the best of days. "I recognize him from the cemetery," she said to Blaine. "But who is he?"
Burt rubbed his hands together nervously. Kurt stood up, his wings opening a little more as they ere freed from the suppression of the back of the couch.
"Hello Mrs. Hudson-Hummel," he said politely, sticking out a hand for her to shake. She did so but in a very confused manner. "I'm Kurt, your stepson." Carole froze. There was no telling what she had expected but it certainly hadn't been that.
"You're an angel," Carole whispered. Kurt as surprised with how she seemed to catch on so quickly. "You're like Chandler, aren't you?" That only served to increase Kurt's surprise and the pale angel looked over at Finn, who looked just as surprised as he was.
"She knows about Chandler?" Kurt asked Finn. The latter shrugged.
"I'm just as clueless as you are dude," Finn said. It seemed that it was now Carole's turn to explain things.
"Of course I do. Christopher told me you had a guardian angel Finn."
"Christopher?" Kurt asked. "You mean Finn's dad?" Finn was stunned. He didn't know how Kurt knew that. He'd never told him.
Carole nodded, a small smile on her face. "Yes, he's my guardian angel."
"Wait a minute Carole," Burt said. "You know about all this angel stuff?" She nodded again. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"Because she's not supposed to," said a new voice. They all turned to see an angel with white wings leaning against the doorway to the living room. "Hello, I'm Christopher," he said, giving them all a smile. "And thank you Burt for taking such good care of my wife and son."
Burt nodded his head. "I don't get it. What do you mean she's not supposed to?"
Kurt was the one who answered. "Humans aren't supposed to know about us unless we decide they have a reason to. Carole could have gotten in trouble for telling you about Christopher and so could Christopher."
"You mean like how Sebastian was hell burned for blurting out the second-chance life thing to me?" Finn asked. Kurt nodded.
"Exactly," he replied.
Christopher looked at Finn. "I'm so proud of you son. I may not have been here to really watch you grow but I watched you grow from the sky. You're a really good kid," he said.
"Thanks dad."
Christopher turned his eyes on Kurt. "And Kurt, your mother couldn't be prouder of you and what you've accomplished in your time as an angel. She knows you'll be successful when you return to life on Earth."
Carole looked at Kurt with wide eyes. "Kurt, you're being granted second-chance life?" she asked.
"I'm working towards it, yes." Carole's response was to wrap him in a hug. Kurt was caught off-guard but he hugged her back all the same.
"Elizabeth has no doubts you'll achieve it Kurt," Christopher said. "So far you've been doing everything right."
Kurt frowned. "Even doubting that I can handle it?" he asked.
A smiled graced Christopher's face. "That's common. The question is whether or not you have the strength to push through that doubt." Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Well, I'm determined to push through that feeling of doubt," he finally said. At his words, Blaine leaped up from the couch and wrapped him in his arms. Kurt laughed lightly and squeezed back. He knew he had just made Blaine very happy. He couldn't believe he had ever considered turning second-chance life down.
A/N: And there you have it! Four full chapters to make up for lost time! I was wrong about having a fifth chapter almost done. I apparently didn't even start writing it. Silly me. But I should get one for you soon! Reviews make me smile! We're getting closer I think to the moment of truth. But Blaine and Kurt have to confess something first. Happy reading!