Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Kurt took him in because it was cold outside, and he looked injured, and Kurt had an insatiable curiosity and wanted to find out how the hell the boy had ended up in his backyard in the first place (his being really attractive didn't hurt, either). It was like While You Were Sleeping, and Kurt was Sandra Bullock. Except with weird, unexplained phenomena. …And without Bill Pullman.
Spoilers: a little NBK and SLS, but AU in general
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Warnings: mentions of scary movies, eventual (but not for a while) light exploration of issues of consent
A/N: Don't fret, Chapter Three is coming very soon! Our story has just been interrupted a little. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement. :) Just as a warning, there will eventually be some angst in this story-it won't be the main point of the story and I plan to keep Kurt's inner voice as snarky as ever, but the world I set up has become a little dark. As it is wont to happen in my stories... I hope that doesn't drive you all off!
Before leftovers were called leftovers, they were called relics. And, before that: relief.
"No."
"You're being childish."
"I said no, David. And you can tell Wes to stop making you ask."
"Running away doesn't solve anything.
…
"Please. We're just worried."
"Then alert the faculty. I'm sure they'll stop me."
"Blaine—"
"I can't.
…
"I…
…
" I'm sorry, I just… I can't."
"If you do this, you put all of us in danger.
…
…
"Blaine."
"Don't. Please. Please."
"Blaine."
"David, don't—!"
"Stay."
…
"That's not fair. You know that's not fair."
"If it's the only way to keep you here, then I think it's the fairest thing in the world."
"Wes told you to, didn't he? That's why he sent you this time, instead of coming to talk to me himself. Plotting bastard."
"He's worried about you—"
"If he were so worried, he would be helping me leave."
"You don't know what's out there, Blaine."
"But I know what's in here! I—Maybe you could, maybe you, or Wes, or Jeff, or—god, maybe Jeremiah could, I don't know! But I—"
…
"You're being selfish."
"I can't—do it—David. I can't. I can't."
…
"Don't stay, then. Go."
…
…
"…Thank you."
"I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for us.
…
…
"Just don't come back. If you leave and they find you trying to come back… just… just don't come back."
"… I never planned to."