Chapter Five

'…Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.'

Blaine ran after Kurt, grabbing his arm and pulling him around to face him.

'It's the anniversary of my mother's death,' Kurt said, in a remarkably steady voice, answering the question Blaine didn't need to voice out loud. Blaine wanted to say something; anything that could comfort Kurt, but his mind was a drawing a blank so instead he did the only thing that made sense in that moment. He leant forward, cupping Kurt's face in his hands, and captured Kurt's lips in his own.

Blaine lost himself in the sensation of the feeling and the taste – the hints of coffee, cinnamon and something indescribable that he could only think of as Kurt.

When they finally pulled apart, remembering that oh yeah, breathing is a human necessity; they just stood there, listening to the sound of them breathing, impeccably timed, as one.

After happiness comes a storm.

He knew that, Blaine knew that he couldn't stay like this forever, but maybe this time, maybe this once things would stay okay.

But then, with a wide grin stretched on his face, Kurt stepped back. Just once. And so, for the first time, Kurt fell back.

'KURT!'

But Kurt wasn't coming back. Somehow Blaine knew that, he knew that Kurt wouldn't be able to come back here on his own – he knew that he had to find him. So for the first time, Blaine wished he could fall back.

And for the first time, Blaine was relieved when he opened his eyes, and felt the harsh wind sting his face. But he was scared. He was so, so scared because now more than ever he was alone, he was without his guardian angel and he couldn't waste time walking to Lima, he had to get there as soon as possible. He had to be there already.

Blaine couldn't think. His thoughts were running into each other and his brain was muddled and the only thing he could process was he had to get out of there. He had to get to Lima.

Which was why when a car pulled up with a group of drunken adults, he accepted a ride gladly.

'Why're you goin' to Lima, curly?' one of them slurred.

'I need to find someone.' Blaine wasn't going to tell them more than that. He couldn't tell them more than that, not unless he wanted them to think he was crazy.

'And what's your name?'

'Blaine. Blaine Anderson.'

Suddenly the one sitting next to him stopped laughing, and turned to look at him. 'That guy in the pub – he was an Anderson, wasn't he? Wasn't he the one talking about his son who ran away from home?'

The guy grabbed his head and slammed his head against the window.

'You know what else he told us about you?' Blaine could smell the alcohol on the guy's breath. 'You're a fucking faggot.'

The drunken man opened the passenger door, and grasped Blaine by the front of his shirt. 'Have fun in Lima, fag!'

And all of a sudden the whole world went black.