Misfit Wishing
Prologue
While the wind howled and screeched, wrapping its cold, icy, cutting arms around everything it could touch, a slip of a life was wishing. It held tight to a little tree, no physical form of its own, threatened every second to be swept into the wind and blown out of existence forever.
Please, it wished, a tiny, silent voice reaching out to the great, wide world without even the hope of an answer. Please help me. Please, I want to live. I want the chance to be alive.
You can't exist as you were supposed to, someone else responded, a warm, kind voice. You were so wanted, and the wish could not be ignored. You exist, but you cannot be as you were meant to be. I cannot change that. It will be finished quickly if you let go – it won't hurt, I promise.
The tiny life held on tighter. It didn't want to die – it had only just started to be, and there was so much more left to live for. It wished with everything it had. It wasn't much, but wishes don't rely on the strength of the one wishing, just the strength of the wish.
I will try, the kindly voice finally said, but it will be a very different kind of living.
I just want to live, the life said.
The stunted tree seemed suddenly to be protected – the wind beat against the invisible obstruction but could do nothing to gain any purchase. The life slipped down to the ground, tired but still holding onto existence.
This may hurt just a little.
Prickles of pain ran up and down, like the needles of ice that the wind flung, but these stayed. They pinned the life and stretched it into strange new shapes. First was a hand, stiff and cold, hard but somehow yielding. The life opened and closed it – his fingers clinked together when they met. Next came one arm, then another. As his legs began to grow, a single blue eye opened and stared at the impressive sight of the blizzard blowing above him. He smiled with his newly-formed mouth.
"Is this what all life is like?" He examined his hands as he managed to stand by the tiny tree. His skin was hard, and he could sense that it was hollow.
No, the voice replied, and it was hard to hear over the sound of the blizzard. That is called porcelain. It is a different kind of living.
"That's okay," the living, breathing, "porcelain" doll replied. "I'm still here. Thank you…" he hesitated. "I don't know what I should call you."
One day I will tell you my name. You will have a new wish when we meet then.
"I don't know what I should call me, either."
You were going to be called Kurt.
"Oh. Then thank you, until we meet again." The porcelain doll named Kurt, the tiny new life who was so different, sat by the twig of tree and waited for the storm to calm, and the kindly voice faded into the wind.
A/N: So I was watching a Christmas play this weekend and basically got mentally slapped in the face by this idea. So I started planning and it got much more complicated than I was counting on. I'm hoping to get the whole thing done by Christmas, so if you catch me lagging, just harass me or something.
Also, if you like this story, please let me know! I wouldn't normally ask, but it makes me a bit nervous to post something this AU when I'm still pretty new to fanfiction. Thanks for reading!
(Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and FOX. This story is purely for entertainment purposes and not profit.)