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Chapter 10

'Eleanor!' Ellie shouted.

She set down the book that she had been reading and left her lap open for Ellie to bounce into. Eleanor wrapped her arms around the younger girl and she grinned so wide that her face might crack.

'Something exciting happen?' Eleanor asked.

She nodded, eagerly.

'Blaine was talking-'

'Wait he came out of the attic?'

Eleanor blinked in surprise. She could only remember talking to the mysterious teenager once and that had been right when had arrived here…that had been nearly fifty years before.

'Yes, and guess who he came out to talk to!'

She wasn't given anytime to respond before Ellie loudly announced exactly who he had been chatting with.

'He was talking to Cherub, Eleanor! Do you think that…maybe…'

'Maybe what, darling?'

'Maybe…they could fall in love and then Blaine-y wouldn't be so depressed all the time?'

She would have to explain it to her there was no chance that she'd just work it out for herself. So Eleanor sighed and tried to sort out the words before she spoke.

'Cherub has his whole life ahead of him, darling and by what I can tell he shall be going places...he is very talented and I know that he'll make it where he wants to.' She explained. 'But Blaine has been dead, Ellie for over two-hundred years and Kurt is moving so fast that he will forget to wait for him and…he will find someone else to love him, someday…someone who is as…'

Alive, she thought but didn't say.

'Special as he is,' she concluded.

'But, Eleanor doesn't love concur all?'

She smiled, sadly. 'Love does concur all, darling just not death.'

Ellie buried her head into Eleanor's shoulder.

'Love will find a way,' she whispered.

Eleanor honestly wanted to believe her but she knew better. Of course she did because she hadn't told Cherub the whole story…

Kurt woke early the next morning, to the almost alien sound of a truck starting. He blinked his eyes open, still groggy he wandered to the window and looked down to the front door. There was a truck and Connie was out there talking with delivery man. Kurt rubbed his eyes and watched with curiosity as he started unloading…boxes.

Of food and what looked like clothes. Well she must have gotten all her supplies from somewhere. Maybe this truck came every month or so with new supplies and things that she needed. Did she ever leave?

She thanked him and he went back to his truck. Kurt squinted, the man looked a bit frightened. Kurt wondered what Connie could have said to get that type of reaction from him.

He chuckled to himself and went to get dressed. He had already unpacked and set his clothes into the dresser next to his desk. It wasn't a very large dresser, just four medium sized drawers so all his clothes didn't go in there, just the ones that he didn't want to be wrinkled from sitting in his suitcase for too long. He pulled out a pair of black jeans and a thin cashmere sweater.

He was just zipping up his knee-high boots when he heard Connie in the hall. She was speaking with Eleanor by the sounds of it and she didn't sound happy. Curious, he pulled on his other boot and quickly headed outside.

'…Connie, you have a great deal amount of books.'

'You can never have enough books,' Connie protested.

'What about Cherub?' Eleanor asked.

'He'll come with me, of course.'

'I'll be going where?' Kurt asked, leaning on the door frame. He sent them both his signature ice queen glare, not pleased with not knowing exactly what was going on.

'To this simply ridiculous book convention, Connie wants to go to.' Eleanor explained. 'She has enough books and most of these books have been going unread for decades!'

'Oh, shut it, your majesty,' Connie snapped. 'I want to go and I am going. If I have to many books…then so what?! I like getting out every once and a while and that nice delivery man said that there is a book fair about three hours away and…and Cherub's never been to one!'

'Connie, dearest,' Kurt said, sweetly. 'I have been to a book fair before so there you can't use that as an excuse.'

Connie raised an eyebrow.

'Yes, I have, last year I went to one with my dad and it was…small granted but still a book fair.'

Connie smirked. 'You've never been to a real big one then. It's exciting and adventurous and you never know what you might find!'

'I give up!' Eleanor screeched. 'You, Connie bury yourself in books to keep yourself from what is really going on, in that crazy brain of yours! I know you miss him but that is no reason to-'

'Eleanor that is enough, go find Ellie and play Go Fish or something.' Connie waved her off. Eleanor, having truly given up on her, left to find something else to fuel her anger into. Connie however, turned to Kurt and smiled.

'We'll be leaving in two moons, Cherub. Be prepared and don't dare to bring a cent, I'm ridiculously rich.'

'Connie, I'm supposed to be here to help you catalog your books not help you add more.'

'What's one more?' She asked, innocently.

Kurt wondered if that's what she said before she legally became a hoarder.

After the daily evacuation of Gnomes from the pond, "Cherub" decided to explore his summer home. He had been there over a week and yet hadn't seen every inch of it. For curiosity's sakes, he journeyed through the hallways and for the first time ventured down to the basement. He had expected it to be like every other cellar in every old movie that he had ever seen. However he was quite wrong.

It was damp and it was suffocating to breathe down there but it was also…a home? He had entered what looked like an apartment, from the 1800s and there was another one just like it next door…and another and another. He pulled a string and the old-fashioned light bulb blinked on giving an eerie glow around the apartment. That must have been a newer addition, she reasoned but why would it be needed? It did not look like anyone had been down here in at least a hundred years.

A small bed was set off into the corner next to a night table and a small chest sat at the end of the bed. The rest of the space was taken up by a tiny kitchenette and a dresser. Kurt being curious wandered towards the bed. He heard a loud crunch coming from under his foot, he leaned down and saw that he had stepped on a picture frame.

The glass was shattered so he brushed it off and took out the photo. It was a picture of a young lady, a brunette with brown eyes that flashed brilliantly under the camera lights. They were the type of eyes that caught everyone's attention, no matter what was happening. Her face was small, yet cute. Not perfect [Her large nose] but as close as one could get. There was something familiar about that face, Kurt couldn't put his finger on it but there was something that he recognized about her.

He flipped over the photo and read the name there, written in beautiful calligraphy was: Rachel Barbara Berry.

Lower down the photo another message was printed in different hand-writing was: I love you- R

Kurt blinked, Berry…Berry…

He knew that name.

The next day

'Blaine-y!' Ellie called out, as she entered the attic.

Morning, Ellie, Blaine replied, glancing outside. The courtyard was still as unruly as usual, from the distance he could see Kurt and Connie scaring that morning's Gnomes from the garden. Kurt was laughing. He squinted his eyes and noticed that Connie had fallen completely into the water, with energy that didn't make sense for her age she sprung up and splashed Cherub. He shirked but splashed her back just the same.

Blaine smiled.

Kurt in a way reminded him so much of Gavin. He had been just as free spirited as Kurt was, so carefree on the outside…but inside was a whole other story. Gain had been bloody terrified that someone would find out his secrets [Yes there was more than one] and most importantly the true nature of his relationship with Blaine. He was always so happy when they were together but Blaine noticed that he turned into a whole other person entirely when they were apart. He was terrified…of himself.

Blaine wondered if Kurt had that side to him as well.

'Why do you stay up here all the time, Blaine-y?'

He was snapped out of his thoughts, and focused his gaze on Ellie.

'Darling,' he said, 'I am lonely so I-'

'Then why don't you join us today, we're going to play this new game that Cherub brought with him, he called it 'hot and not' and we play it with his magazines! It's a lot of fun.' She said, cheerfully.

Blaine sighed. 'Ellie, I know you probably don't understand but I can't move on from what happened in my life. Gavin was my entire world, how can I possibly move on from that?'

She paused then spoke in complete seriousness, 'Blaine, maybe you need a new world. Give us a chance and you might just surprise yourself.' She shrugged.

Ellie rushed off so quickly that Blaine didn't have the chance to reply back but he still thought on it. Maybe, he had mourned long enough. Maybe, he could be happy here and maybe he could have real friends.

He glanced down. Cherub and Connie had shoed away the Gnomes and were walking back towards the back door, laughing and talking the entire way.

Maybe, Blaine could open his heart.

Maybe, just a little.

Kurt was worried about Connie.

That factor was obvious and it showed. While he instructed the group on how to play 'hot or not' it nagged at his brain. Connie was crazy, that was a proven fact and couldn't be argued even by the most intelligent sociologists. But what had drove her to it? Why does her book collecting help that? Who was the man that Eleanor mentioned?

So many questions and yet so little answers…

'Cherub, these women are showing their ankles.' Arthur stated, pointing to a photograph of a red-head model in Kurt's copy of last month's Vogue.

He nodded. 'Style has changed since you graced the streets of New York City,' he said. 'People like to stand out and like to be viewed as different, I for one pride myself on standing out.'

'Why?' Ellie piped up, looking up from her copy. The others had also looked up, clearly awaiting his answer.

'Because there is absolutely no use in fading into the shadows in my opinion. If you want to get anywhere in life then you have to issue confidence in what you do and I try to do that despite how difficult it may be.'

'Amen to that,' Connie said, with a laugh. 'I'm nuts and proud!'

Both the living and the dead chuckled at this but still returned to their game.

Perhaps it was the way he had worded it or maybe the sigh he let out when he said the word: Confidence that showed Eleanor that he had anything but. That he just faked it, all of it. Just to get by…she smiled, her and Cherub had more in common than she had originally realized.

A few minutes later, Blaine entered via the ceiling. The entire group, was beyond shell shocked by his appearance. He awkwardly sat down next to Kurt and asked: 'So how do…you play?'

Kurt smiled. 'It's easy, first you flip to a random page and then choose a picture then you just decide on whether it is a good outfit choice for that model or if it could be improved. See, this one-' he pointed towards a brunette wearing a long ball gown type dress, made from red silk with an overly large pink ribbon under her bust- 'think this is hot or not?'

Blaine studied it for a minute. 'The bow is too big for the simplicity of the dress and the color makes her look very pale and her makeup is piled on too heavy as well.'

'I agree, she'd look better in winter colors if you ask me.'

Blaine nodded. 'And the dress itself is a bit long, I think it would look better if it reached just below her knees.'

'Blaine Anderson, you have been awarded with the title of fashionable and that is a pretty big title when it comes from me. Now, what about-'

Ellie kept peeking up over her copy of April's Vogue every few seconds. She had never been in love but she knew what the early stages looked like. The smiles and mutual talking…

Maybe, just maybe they would fall in love and Cherub could stay with them forever, no matter what Eleanor says.

Convention day

Dear journal,

Well, things are once again, strange but oddly enough not unwelcoming. Scaring away frogs from a pond that was clearly their home for generations…is actually a lot of fun now! The fact that I daily play card games with people who have been dead for at least 50 years…that fact seems completely normal now and just fits right into my always crazy life.

I have no idea how I'm going to be able to leave it all. Despite the oddness of this place, I find that I'm actually going to miss it. I mean, my life was never normal but it will never be anywhere close to normal once I return home. Le sigh, I guess I'll just have to deal with it all.

Well, journal I'd better leave, Connie wants to get on the road in ten minutes to get to this book fair that she's dragging me to. I've never been and honestly am a bit excited, but am mostly worried about Connie. I am determined to find out what processed her to become a hoarder and separate herself completely off from the world. I mean, she must have decided one day: I don't want to live here anywhere and just left…right?

Well I must find out and also find out if the name Berry traces back to Lima…I'm curious about what I found the other day and wish to investigate.

I have way to many things to be curious about at this point…

Oh well, at least it keeps life interesting.

Kurt set down his pen and sighed. He really, really hoped that no one ever found this journal, they would think him insane if anyone were to read it…wait, maybe he was insane anyway. He laughed at that and went back to packing, they would be gone for three days and Kurt's plan was to try to get Connie to not spend her entire fortune [Still unsure where she got said fortune from] on more and more books that she really doesn't need.

She didn't even read the books, really.

Kurt had never seen her pick up a book, in the entire two weeks that he had been there. Not once, he did see her do more than dust the shelves and help him catalog them by counting them…then losing her place and starting again and again. If she didn't even read the books then what use did they have?

He was determined to find out.

To his surprise Connie did own a car and to his absolute shock, she knew how to drive it. The car was an old one but seemed like it was well taken care of…once. A long time ago someone had driven that car and cleaned it and repaired it himself or herself and that someone had painted it neon green. He suddenly imagined the Scooby doo gang driving around in it, coming to solve the mystery of…why frogs had to be shooed out of a pond everyday. He had to bit his lip from laughing at the thought.

Kurt helped pin down their bags in the back of the 1950s pick-up truck.

'Neon green's an interesting color for a truck,' Kurt said, hoping that it would bring something up.

She smiled. 'Yeah, I always thought so too. Come on Cherub we have a long drive ahead of us and this radio doesn't work…so it'll be even longer.'

Kurt didn't hold back his groan at that. Connie didn't seem to notice when she climbed in the front seat and revved the engine. The truck slowly sputtered forward, groaning as loudly as Kurt when it realized that it had to move. Kurt took out a copy of 'Jane Eyre' and propped it open on his knees, this was going to be one long drive.

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