Enchanted

It's been six months since Kurt's been missing. Gone without any trace. The search for him stopped two weeks after he was reported missing because there was no evidence to make a lead on. I don't really wanna think past that. But alas, every night I get images of when I will get to see him, or if I don't because I was too late. I regret with every inch of my being that I didn't chase after him on the ill fated day that he disappeared from my life, from everyone's life really. No one's has seen him, no one has heard from him. He's gone.

I haven't really been able to cope with that even after all this time. I always pull out a chair for him at dinner. I still sleep on my side of the bed. I even try and turn to Kurt to gauge his reaction when watching a movie. Of course I don't see him. At least, not in reality.

My friends, namely Sam have been trying to convince me to see other people. To try and be happy again. But I just can't. Everyone I meet reminds me of Kurt in some capacity. They guys either have the same eyes, hair, smile, sometimes they're wearing the same cologne. But they'll never be him. Speaking of, I have another date tonight. Sam and his girlfriend, Clara set me up with this guy from their apartment building. I already know that it isn't gonna go well if all I think about is Kurt. But Sam promised me it would be the last time he'd set me up if I agreed to this date.

I just heard a car horn. Sam must be here. Another date of disaster, here I come.

I knew it was gonna be horrible from the moment I walked in. Sam, Clara, and I went to the table to greet my blind date. At first I thought he looked cute from behind which was progress because I hadn't had thoughts like this about anyone else but Kurt. But then he turned around. They guy's fucking eyes were the same shade as Kurt's. Well not really, his were greener. But still Kurt was brought into mind and I tried to get him out. I ate my food, listened to the guy's stupid jokes and even held his hand for two, excruciating seconds, but Kurt still wouldn't leave. Eventually it became too much so I had to leave the table. I went to the bathroom to splash some water and sense into me but nothing worked. I knew I couldn't go back there, the effort is futile. So, I did what every sensible guy would do. I escaped out of the window.

As if my night couldn't get any more horrendous, I was lost and had no way of getting home. Stupid of me to sneak out of a place you barely knew and you don't even have a ride to escape in. I didn't even have enough money to hail a cab. So, I just start to wander around the area.

As I'm walking, I see various couples, laughing, talking and just being overall in love. It makes me sick to know I'll never have that with anyone again. I just keep my head down as I walk so I'm not forced to look at them. Suddenly, I hear a car pull up and stop just beside me. I turn around, thinking its Sam trying to force me back into the restaurant. But it's not Sam; in fact the owner of the car is a woman I've never met before. She's beautiful no doubt about it, her long hair descends her upper body, her eyes are the most beautiful brown I have ever seen, and her body was gorgeous. I have never felt so attracted to a woman, and believe me, I have tried for my father's sake. All this admiring didn't make me realize that I was staring, or that she was now really close to me. I tried to look presentable, attractive for her. My mind was filled with the different ways that I could please her.

"Hey handsome," she greeted. She smiled flirtatiously and stepped closer into my personal space. I was not complaining at all.

I tried to make a suave greeting I did, but all I could manage was a dumbstruck, "Hi."

She giggled, which I was grateful for, "You know I've seen you around, and I've been dying to talk to you."

That caught me off guard. She had seen me before? "I'm sure you have me mixed up. I would remember someone like you," wow, flirting with a woman is easier than I thought.

"Oh no, I'm sure you're who I'm looking for. You just haven't seen me because I'm really sneaky," she practically purred this. I really liked where this was going.

"You wanna walk with me beautiful?" I offered her my arm and she linked her own around almost instantly. We walked for a while. Talking about everything and not even once had I mentioned Kurt. I was so lost in conversation that I didn't notice when we started walking to another part of New York, far from the restaurant and far from my apartment. But I didn't care as long as I was with her. She stopped me in front an apartment complex. She told me it was her place. "I'd love to get to know you a little bit more," she told me. I nodded, still entranced with her beauty. She started leaning in slightly and I took the chance I've been waiting for all night; I kissed her.

It was better than I expected. I hadn't felt this alive in months. I felt like I was falling and getting caught over and over again. That was, until I wasn't being saved anymore. I just kept falling, literally. My legs felt like they turned to jelly and I was only being supported by the girls arms. I couldn't feel any part of my body. I broke away from the kiss and tried to voice my distress to her. She listened but she didn't do anything about it. She looked at me as if she wanted it to happen, and now I was her little prize. "I got him," she said and it was obvious she wasn't talking to me. Two guys came beside me and pick me up by the arms. The girl walked off and the guys followed dragging me around with them.

I took a good look at the girl, what was once compelling beauty was really just average. Sure she was beautiful, but she wasn't the goddess that I'd imagined her to be mere minutes ago. The reality of the situation came clear to me when they took me to an alleyway. I had to escape before something really bad went down. I struggled to escape the guys' hold but it was nearly impossible. I couldn't move and the hold they had on me was so strong, it was inhuman. I looked closely at the men; I realized that nothing about them was human. They looked fake, almost like they were made of plastic. Their steps were synchronized as if they were programmed in that second to take a step. I looked to the girl to see any similar behaviour but she didn't have any; she was normal. Suddenly, they stopped at the dead end, which jostled me with the sudden movement. The girl turned to be and whispered in my face, "Welcome to Ever After, Blaine Anderson."

Then all I saw was light.