Fairy Tales

Blaine had always loved fairy tales, he loved the impossibility of them, he loved the magic and the romance. He didn't, however, believe that they were real. He knew there were no such things as fairy godmothers and he was painfully aware that there was no prince to come and save him. The absolute last thing he would have ever believed was that he would suddenly become a part of one.

"Blaine." A voice behind him called, he had been stopped about a mile from Kurt's house, where he had just come from, by an unsettling noise coming from the hood of his car. An icy feeling settled itself in Blaine's chest as he turned around

"Uhm…c-can I help you?" he asked, the woman just looked at him and slowly tipped the hood of her black cloak down.

"No…but I can help you." She smiled slyly

"I don't think you can…unless you've got some jumper cables." The woman laughed

"Has anybody ever told you that you're pretty oblivious?" Blaine sighed

"Yes, actually." He wasn't sure why he was even still talking to this woman, she probably wanted to like…kidnap him or something.

"I'd uh…I'd better call my parents." He said quickly

"Oh, I don't think you'll be needing to," the woman said, only confirming his suspicions. He swallowed loudly

"I don't want to hurt you, Blaine."

"I still don't know why you know my name…"

"I know a lot of things. But I really am only trying to help, there's someone who needs you and…with your unfortunate lack of notice to the things around you, I'll just have to step in."

"What? Who needs me?"

"You'll see soon enough…what this person really needs is your love…you may just save a life." And with that she leaned forward and kissed Blaine's forehead.

There was a burst of pain, worse than any migraine he's ever felt, the edges of his vision blurred and he was falling.

The first thing Blaine felt was the cool sidewalk on his side. It was freezing and dark. He turned his head to face the sky, all he could see were stars. He groaned, and his eyes widened at the sound. Oh god…what was that? He tried to make another noise but was only greeted with a small yelp. A yelp? He jumped up and felt like he was about to faint again when he realized he couldn't be more than a foot off the ground, he was short before but…wow. But that was nothing compared to what he saw when he moves his foot…or should we call it a paw? He yelped again and instantly shut his…muzzle? He took a few deep breaths and began to walk. He caught his reflection in a puddle of melted snow on the side of the road, the face staring up at him was not his own, but rather that of some sort of dog, small with black, curly fur and hazel eyes. He whined as the memory of the woman came back to him, so much for not believing in fairy tales.

He began to run in the direction of Kurt's home, by the time he saw the front door he was shivering and panting. He bounded up the steps and began to yelp with all his might, scratching at the door. There was a series of thumps before the door was being thrown open, Blaine instantly threw himself to the feet of whoever opened it.

"Oh!" the voice was so familiar, Blaine whined again. "Oh, shh, come on in, little guy." Kurt reached down and picked up the shivering puppy at his feet, cradling it against his chest.

"Dad!" Kurt called, "Carole!" Blaine heard the thud of footsteps and then Burt and Carole were running into the livingroom

"Kurt!" they called in unison

"You okay, sc-" Burt cut off mid sentence, staring at the dog in his arms "Uhm.."

"I know what you're going to say," Kurt cut in "but I honestly don't know where he came from, he was just barking and scratching at our door." Burt frowned and walked closer

"He doesn't have any tags." Why would I? Blaine thought, I'm not owned

"I know."

"And we don't know where he came from."

"Yes?"

"I guess he can stay the night…until we can make some flyers." Kurt smiled

"Great, I'll take him up to my room." Kurt smiled and ascended the steps, still carrying Blaine in his arms. He opened his door and set Blaine on the floor.

"What should I call you?" Kurt asked

oh dear, Blaine thought

"How about…Buddy?" he considered this "I mean…you might already have a name."

Yes, it's Blaine

"I don't want to completely rename you…so you'll just be my Buddy? How's that?" Blaine decided it was better than anything else he'd get stuck with, so he yipped happily and wagged his tail. Kurt giggled as he maneuvered between Kurt's ankles. Kurt picked him up and rubbed their noses together, if Blaine were human he would have blushed. Kurt stopped suddenly and stared for a moment, before laughing

"You kind of look like my friend, you know that?" he cooed "His name is Blaine, he's got hazel eyes and very curly hair, though he'd rather die than admit it." Blaine yipped again

"But I like it." Kurt continued and scratched behind Blaine's ears. He set the small dog down and yawned.

"I wonder if he got home all right." He said, climbing into bed, almost as an afterthought. Blaine whined a little and clawed his way up Kurt's bed

There is no way I'm sleeping on the floor he thought. Kurt sighed and patted his head

"Fine, but we won't tell dad." He smiled and nuzzled his face in Blaine's fur.

A loud ringing woke Kurt and Blaine the next morning.

"Hello?" Kurt asked lazily, putting the phone up to his ear, he froze instantly, a look of sheer panic crossing his face "what do you mean? How is that possible? No…they would have alerted you…I'm leaving now." Kurt jumped out of bed, not bothering to get dressed.

oOo

He ran past his father and Carole in the livingroom and directly out the door, car keys in hand. He drove down the road, just about a mile down, until he saw Blaine's car. His blood ran cold. He got out

"Blaine!" he called…the passenger door was open and the car was…running? He ran over to it and looked inside, nothing. He took a step back and was nearly sick at what he saw on the ground, a small pool of blood staining the snow.

"Damnit!" he cried and got back in his car, speeding home.

"Kurt!" his dad called "Kurt, what the hell was that about?"

"B-Blaine's mom called me…s-she said he never came home." He shook his head "his c-car is right down the r-road…th-there's blood, Dad I don't know what to do."

Blaine stood at the top of the steps, looking wide eyed at the scene below him. Kurt looked heartbroken, and so, so scared. He wanted to yell

I'M RIGHT HERE he barked Kurt! Please, I'm right here, don't…don't cry.

Eventually Kurt pulled away from his father, who said he'd take care of everything, and went back up to his room. The moment he laid on his bed, Blaine was there, nuzzling his side and whining softly.

"I…I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him, Buddy." He shook his head "And none of them know, sure, I'd be losing a best friend," he scoffed "no, I'd be losing the boy that I love." Blaine yipped

Oh my god…what did he just say? He loves me…like…in love? He lapped at Kurt's face, getting rid of the tears, Kurt smiled weakly and wiped his cheek.

"Thanks, Bud."

oOo

Blaine learned a lot. Kurt was compassionate, he was concerned, caring, loving, optimistic and most of all strong. Because if the situations had been reversed, Blaine would be curled up in his bed sobbing until Kurt was found. But not Kurt, no, he baked for Blaine's family, told them comforting words and said every day that Blaine would be found, the latter just wasn't even an option. And that's when Blaine realized it, he just wanted to be turned the fuck back, so he could just hold Kurt and tell him he loved him and that he didn't need to worry.

I LOVE YOU he screamed to Kurt's back as he retreated out the door

"I'll be back, Buddy, I'm just going caroling with the guys…maybe put some more posters up." He sighed, waving around the papers with Blaine's face plastered on them. Blaine whined and jumped up and down, Kurt walked over to the back door and pushed him out into the snow

"Gotta go that bad, huh?" he laughed "dad'll let you in, in a minute, but I gotta go."

No! Don't go, don't leave, I love you, I'm here, please don't leave! He cried, the fact that Kurt couldn't hear him only making it worse. And just then, he felt it, a tingling feeling in his chest, so uncomfortably familiar, he kept screaming. And the next thing he knew

"No! Kurt! Please!" it was his voice, raspy from yelling and his face tear stained, his clothes were soaked and freezing. He looked down at his hands for a moment, before banging on the back door. Through the glass, he saw Kurt's form turn around, so he yelled again

"Kurt!" now Kurt was dashing to the door, wrenching it open and pulling Blaine into his arms.

"Oh my god," his voice broke "Blaine…don't you ever leave me again, do you hear me?" Blaine's arms were tight around Kurt's torso as he agreed

"Never."

(AUTHORS NOTE: this is…weird, but I had the idea and I needed to write it down…so if it just isn't working, please tell me! Reviews and prompts are much appreciated!)