Prologue

 The slightest touch of Kurts lips on his forehead felt like paradise to Blaine. Actually, every small interaction he had with him felt wonderful and made his heart swell. But then he heard somebody calling his name in the distance and turned his head to face his bedrooms door. He frowned when he saw his mum looking at him with the same exasperated expression she always had when she talked to him.

"What do you want?" Blaine knew he was being rude to her, but he couldnt help it. He turned his head back towards his bed, knowing exactly what would expect him:  once again, Kurt was gone.

"You always make him disappear like that" the curly headed teen muttered under his breath. His mum didnt replicate.

"Dinners ready. Ive been calling you for the last ten minutes, but youre always in that small world of yours."

Maybe its because its a thousand times better than real life, Blaine thought. He didnt  really bother to answer her before getting up to go to the kitchen.

During the whole meal, he stayed silent, grumbling something every now and then that neither of his parents could quite catch.

They were used to this. Over the years, they eventually understood that no matter how hard they tried, their son would always prefer spending long hours in his room, fantasizing over legendary creatures, non-existent people, imaginary places... - anything, actually, rather than having what ordinary people would define a social life.

As the years passed by, his parents learnt to accept his personality and his oddities without questioning them, which was wonderful, but sometimes Blaine wished they would actually try to understand him: as much as he enjoyed being alone, that didnt mean he liked being almost completely ignored. And even though he spent a great part of his life in his own world, he couldnt help but notice the glances of aggravation that his mum and dad often exchanged when he would barely talk to them despite their efforts to have a conversation with him. But then he would just go back to his room and everything would be fine again, as he sheltered in his imagination.

Of course, this habitude of his led Blaine to be kind of emarginated, and at the age of 17, the boy never truly had a real friend, at least not one he could do normal things like his peers. And sure enough hed never been involved in a relationship. At first he thought  he might just not be interested in having a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, for what matters. He found himself searching articles about sexuality on the net and came to the conclusion he was probably asexual - and it was fine by him. If anything, that meant he could concentrate even more on his fantasies without having to worry about the needs other teenagers had to deal with.

But then, Kurt came.

Blaine never seemed to really have control of his reveries. He always had the impression that all the weird figures that he came across with just happened to be visiting him. Some of his daydreams were recurrents, and came back periodically, others just showed once and then never returned. But Kurt, Kurt was different.

He appeared for the first time one cold winters night. Even though it was Christmas break, Blaine had gone to sleep quite early because of a headache that was killing him. It was about 4 am when he suddenly jerked awake for apparently no reason, and was greeted by two piercing blue eyes that were staring at him. It was an ethereal looking boy, with chestnut hair and pale skin. From what he could see in the dimming light of the moon, Blaine found him breathtakingly beautiful and felt his heart beating a bit faster as he just kept staring into his eyes.  This was the most well-defined fantasy he had ever had, and for a moment he thought that maybe he wasnt dreaming this time, maybe there really was a person in front of him, but then he reached out to touch his face, and found.. well, nothing. He sighed, then quickly shaked his head. What the hell was happening to him? The fact that he couldnt touch any of his imaginary visitors had never represented a problem for him - he was usually perfectly content with observing them while they had long conversations and shared stories with each other. But this time he found himself wishing that this particular guy was real, and that he could actually touch him, hold him, or even lean in and kiss him. ...whoa. Where did that come from? Being attracted to someone was definitely something new to Blaine. He was lost in his thoughts for a moment, until the figure in front of him - he was sitting on the edge of his bed, the teen noticed - started talking. His voice left Blaine even more astonished. It was so charmingly musical that every word he pronounced sounded like the beginning of a new fascinating melody. Nothing else could compare to it. And just like that, Blaine knew he was in love.