"We have just received reports that they have contacted major world leaders that the diseased are safe to reenter society. Slowly they will become one of us again. The newly formed DHPG (Diseased Human Protection Group) gave a list of guidelines so this momentous occasion will be held without any troubles. You can find them at their website at , or go to our homepage and they are listed there. The most important thing we are told to remember is that they are here to protect us, not hurt us."

"Thank you Rod. Now here's a heartwarming story about how a cat and a duck became best friends-"

Being stuffed into the backseat of a car for three hours was not the ideal transportation system for Blaine. His wings were cramped, and all he wanted to do was get out and stretch them. However, that was against rule number, whatever he didn't remember or care. Before he left to get stuffed into the car, a group of people met up with all the diseased that were released, to give a list of guidelines to make it easier for them to blend into society. The only thing Blaine got out of sitting there listening to them for over an hour was that they should just hide away in their homes because they don't want to accept that there are people out there that are different from the norm. Blaine glanced out the window, and recognized the surroundings. He was in his neighborhood, so close to home.

Home.

He had never realized that he would miss it so much. A sudden wave realization came over him. He would be able to see his family again, his friends, Kurt. The car slowed down, and Blaine's heart nearly leaped out his chest. He was in front of his house. It seemed so small, so familiar, yet huge and strange. The driver of the car (a tall man in a business suit wearing sunglasses), got out and opened the door for Blaine. It was difficult getting out, trying to squeeze his wings out the tiny doorway. He finally got out, and straightened out his clothes. (Thank god they somehow made shirts that would accommodate for his wings.) Blaine glanced at his reflection In the car window. It was still strange to see himself now. There were no mirrors where he was ("Remember how you felt when you first saw the black eyes? Some people never get over that," Lizzie explained). He could barely recognize himself. Lizzie was right when she said it had looked like he had aged ten years. He then took a breath, turned around, and walked to the front door. He reached for the doorknob, but hesitated. Blaine wasn't sure if he was allowed to waltz right in anymore, should he knock? As if the question answered itself, the door flew open, and Blaine was tackled.

"Oh Blaine, my baby, I thought you were gone forever," his mother sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shh mom, it's ok. It's ok." He gave comforting words to her, and for himself. A hand clapped his shoulder, and his dad was standing over him, with tears in his eyes. That's when Blaine completely broke down.

"What do you want, do you need anything?" His mother asked a few minutes later.

"I'm," Blaine paused for a moment, "tired."

Blaine didn't wake up until 10 the next morning, almost 15 hours later. He got out of bed and began walking around the house. Before when he hated everything about it, now he began to admire the little details. He laughed to himself when he remembered hating the family pictures on the walls, showing the world that he didn't belong here. Now he's even more of an outcast. He stood there looking at the pictures, his family, ("Your sisters will be here on the weekend. They're still as busy as ever with college." His parents told him) and now, he thought, maybe he does belong, they are his family after all. Then the phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hi! Blaine, your dad just called me, and we're both going to be home rather late. There's leftovers in the fridge, or you can make whatever you want. I'm not sure what you ate there, but I hope home cooked food would be better."

"I'm sure it will, thanks mom."

"Ok bye Blaine. I love you."

Blaine paused. His mother had a warm tone to her voice, a tone he hasn't heard in many years. "Bye mom. I love you too." He said and hung up. He smiled to himself. But it felt weird, he comes back, and his family is completely different. He didn't know how to feel that it had to take him being dead to them for a year for this to happen. Getting around the house was a lot more difficult he discovered, when he knocked over something with his wings when he went to go hang up the phone. He picked up the picture and saw it was a picture of him, with Kurt. Before he left, his parents refused to acknowledge his boyffriend's existance, but now, here is a picture with both of them.

And, oh Kurt. He had to go see him. The clock said it was almost noon now. If he remembers correctly, McKinley let out in a couple hours. Plenty of time to fly there. Yeah, he knows he's not supposed to, but they never said he couldn't, it was just the scarred people that gave him the pamphlets that he couldn't. Also, driving was out of the question with the size of his wings.

He went out into the back yard, and with a running start, lifted up into the air. Flying outside was different outside rather than inside, as he quickly discovered as a gust of wind took him off course. Blaine fought it and tried to stay on the path to where he was going. He focused on the highway to make sure he was going the right way. The trees seemed happier here than at the complex where Lizzie grew them, Blaine noticed as he flew over them, they had the warm glow surrounding them. Blaine flew fast, and soon he saw McKinley. He perched on top a roof overlooking the parking lot, and waited.

Soon, he heard a bell ring, and a low mumble of students soon became a roar as they quickly left the school, excited to go home. The crowd was full of colors, from happy to sad, and everything in between. Blaine didn't notice, as he only focused to find Kurt. The wave of colors continued, and no luck. Then Blaine noticed a blank spot, a student not emitting any colors, having no emotion. Blaine looks closer, and oh god, it's Kurt. He was barely recognizable, his posture was slumped, unlike his usual better-than-you stance, his clothes lacked his original flair, he just seemed so, empty.

Blaine stood up to fly down to greet Kurt, but he couldn't move. He was in shock from seeing Kurt like this, even from a distance he could tell Kurt was completely broken, even more so than when they first met. Blaine just hoped that Kurt was still fixable from whatever had destroyed him.

Blaine returned the next day and waited at the same spot. When then bell rang, he searched for Kurt again. When he found him, Kurt was still colorless, still empty. He was ready to go down to meet Kurt, but then Dave Karofsky, full of anger and lust, went up to Kurt and started talking to him. Kurt at last showed emotion, he was scared, Blaine realized, no, his color was brighter and more bold, Kurt was more than scared. He was terrified.

Tomorrow he was going to finally talk to Kurt. He needed to.

The stares were to be expected as he stood by Kurt's car. Most people haven't seen someone with wings growing out their back. Despite the growing stares, Blaine searched the crowd for Kurt. Only when Blaine's self-conscious mindset kicked in, did he take an interest to his fingernails. Then some familiar doc martens came into Blaine's view. Blaine looked up into Kurt Hummel's eyes.

Blaine remembered Kurt's eyes telling entire stories within a glance. The eyes Blaine saw were empty, saying nothing, and he was heartbroken, at least until Kurt started radiating happiness, almost blinding Blaine.

"This is impossible." Kurt breathed.

"Kurt-," was all Blaine managed to say before Kurt launched himself at him. They nearly suffocated each by death gripping each other. Words were said, but they couldn't remember or understand anything, they were too afraid to let go, scared as soon as that happened, Blaine would be taken away again. At least they managed to separate enough to be able to speak.

"You look so different," Kurt smiled. Blaine blinked away tears as he took in this moment. He looked at Kurt, his face was gaunt, usually tight clothes seemed draped on him, something was seriously wrong with Kurt. To make sure this was all real, Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's cheek, wiping away his tears.

"So do you," he replied. People were staring of course, but neither of them cared as they pulled in for a kiss. They re-found themselves, remembering the familiar, acting like they were never separated. They pulled apart, and pressed foreheads against each other, and smiled.

"This is all so surreal." Kurt whispered. Blaine grabbed his hands and pulled him closer, wrapping his wings around both of them, because he could feel the anger building up in the crowd passing by them. They held each other a few more moments when Blaine said,

"We should go someplace besides your school's parking lot." Kurt looked up at him and laughed. HE went to the driver's side of the car and looked at Blaine with question. "I'll go by myself," Blaine said, "I'm not the biggest fan of car now." Blaine raised his wings to make a point. Kurt gave a small smile and got into the car. Opening his wings fully now, Blaine lifted off and started flying. On the way to Kurt's house, Blaine wondered what had happened to Kurt. Was it because he was gone? What would've happened if he was gone longer? Had Kurt gotten too dependent on him? He never wanted him to be like this, Kurt was an independent, free spirit, not someone who becomes desperately attached to someone to the point of hurting themselves.

Blaine touched down on the lawn just as Kurt was pulling into the driveway. Somehow, in a manner of seconds, he found himself being pulled by his shirt, into the house, and onto Kurt's bed. They relearned how well they fit together, although some minor adjustments had to be made. Coming home to his parents was great, but now he truly felt at home. Kurt began tugging at Blaine's pants, and he pulled back. When he looked at Kurt, his hands were shaking and glowed fear.

"Kurt, I can't, something's wrong with you." Blaine said, adjusting himself to sit at the end of the bed. He tried to ignore the pleading in Kurt's eyes. "Before I was taken, we barely made it to making out, and I've barely been here 5 minutes! Something's up, and you need to tell me, please."

A small flash of anger was mixed in with Kurt's fear, and he lashed out, "So I can't do anything with my boyfriend, who's been gone for a year, who I thought was dead?"

"No, that's not what I meant Kurt-" Blaine began to say, but was muffled by Kurt all of a sudden being in his arms. He could feel Kurt's sobs, and Blaine just pulled him closer.

"I've just missed you so much," it was almost hard to understand Kurt, but Blaine just whispered, "Me too." Kurt pulled away, and looked at Blaine, expression was coming back to his eyes, but it was an expression of sadness. "It's school," he began to explain. "And Karofsky. He joined glee, and everyone has started trusting him and forgot everything that happened last year. Glee was my one last safe place, and now he's invaded it. But he still can't be trusted, all the bullying has gotten way worse, but it's different. He only does it when he manages to get me alone, and he forces me to do...things. I've tried telling people, but nobody believes me, saying I'm just making things up and that I'm holding a grudge and just need to let it go." Kurt went back to sobbing into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine felt anger surge throughout his body, and Kurt pulled back again with a yelp.

"What was that? You got hot all of a sudden."

"Sorry, it happens sometimes." Blaine warmly smiled. He pulled a small flame from the air and started playing with it. "I know there's been some information leaked about us, but I don't know how much. We all gained abilities, or powers, after our wings grew. I know it's possibly the strangest thing ever, but it's something you get used to after awhile." He moved the flame around the room and brought it back to his palm and extinguished it.

"So, you control fire." Kurt simply said.

"Well, not only. But that's the main one. My eyes have become more...sensitive? In a way, I can see things no normal human could. The are new colors that you could barely imagine, did you know that emotions have a color? It's the strangest thing."

"You can see what people are feeling?" Kurt looked intrigued. "What am I feeling?"

"You're happy, but overwhelmed with sadness. It's better than when I first saw you, there was nothing." Blaine said. Kurt formed a small 'o' with his mouth and glanced down, avoiding Blaine's eyes. Blaine just grabbed his hand and pulled him close. "Hey, everything is going to be alright, ok? We got each other again, and I will do anything to make you happy." Kurt began to emit a warm glow. The rest of the evening they spent cuddling, kissing, or they would ask each other details about the past year of their lives. They knew this is exactly where they belonged.

Blaine wasn't really sure why he showed up again at McKinley the next day, Kurt did tell him to meet him at his house. But here he is, waiting for Kurt again. Instead of waiting at the car, Blaine decided to walk around. He was planning on transferring here somehow, but other things obviously got in the way. He turned around to get back to Kurt's car, but Dave Karofsky walked in front of him. The same anger that burned last night when Kurt told him what has happened and is happening, burned even more when that asshole walked right in front of him. His judgment clouded, and he followed Karofsky into the building. They both went into the locker room, which was empty.

"David Karofsky." Blaine teased. Karofsky spun around, and began laughing when he saw Blaine.

"You. What are you doing here?" He said with anger. Blaine could see the anger, but there was a slight hint of fear, and he used it to his advantage. He walked closer to the other boy.

"Yeah, me. I'm here to tell you to leave Kurt alone, he told me what you have been doing."

"So? You abandoned him, clearly you don't care." He said moving closer. "I just gave him the company he needed."

"You think I had a choice?" Blaine said with his voice going lower. His anger and hatred for the boy in front of him made all judgments for him now, nothing else crossed his mind except, 'This guy hurt Kurt, now he will pay.'

"I don't know why you're trying to pick a fight with me, I'm much bigger and can easily hurt you." Now it was Blaine's turn to laugh. "Why is that funny?"

"It's funny because you think I care." Blaine replied with a smirk. At this, Karofsky started throwing punches. He was slow, clumsy, Blaine could avoid any attack easily. Karofsky wound up for one big punch and lunged forward. When Blaine moved out of the way, he fell into a pile of sports equipment. He recovered, and lunged again, this time Blaine giving a high kick, and kicked Karofsky to a empty space on the wall without any lockers. Before he fell to the ground, Blaine got to the wall, grabbed Karofsky, and pinned him against it, well above his head.

"If you ever get close to or touch Kurt again, I will not take it so easy next time." Blaine growled. He let go, and Karofsky slumped to the floor. Blaine quickly left the locker room, leaving Karofsky to recover by himself. He got outside and decided to follow Kurt's word and go to his house. He was halfway there, when a new wave of emotion overtook him. He had to land.

"Oh my god, what have I done?"