"But I won't let you fall. I'll see you, through them all and I just wanna let you know… Oh, when the lights go down in the city, you'll be right there shining bright. You're a star and the sky's the limit and I'll be right by your side. Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me."
– Invisible : Big Time Rush

Present Day: November 29, 2012 – 5:15 PM

Waking in cold sweat is not something I like to do, ever. The room was quiet and cold. Empty. The bed was empty… besides me. I feel small, too small to be in, alone. This strange sickly felling surrounded me. I tried to shake it away but it stayed there. Suffocating me.

I need to get out of this room. I need to leave and get away from here.

Quickly changing clothes, I bolted out door. My wrist watch read quarter after five. I slept for long.

Snow was falling again. Who knew November could be so snowy. Zippering up my jacket all the way, I wrapped my arms tightly around myself engulfing me into a hug. It was cold and my gloves were left on the kitchen table and there was no way I was back to that empty place at the moment. I'll suffer. My shoes crunched through the slush on the side walk. I kept my eyes on ground avoiding eye contact from anyone that happened to pass by.

The snow was muddy brown from the footsteps trudged through it. That's the problem with living New York. Snow is pretty in the untouched places, but on the roads and sidewalks of New York, it looks like shit. Literally.

So many people crowed the sidewalks, which doesn't even makes any sense considering its not even December yet. So what is there to see? The lights may be up already, but come on who cares? They are just stupid lights.

Turning the corner I ran into a mob of people walking and somehow got in the middle of all of them. Shoulder to shoulder and I could barely move. Suffocated, and I need get out! Being enclosed brought back way to memoires of the high school years. I began to have a mini panic attack. I didn't know what to do. So I looked up. Looking up at the sky to see space and breathe cleaner fresher air I began to calm down. I Shuffling along with the group of tourist people trying to ignore the nagging feelings, I turned the nearest corner.

It's a street I've never been down. I don't even know where it leads, but that doesn't matter because I don't even know where I'm going. Just walking. Walking without a reason, without a purpose. Walking as far as possible away from what I know. Or what I thought I knew. What's wrong with a little bit of an adventure to the unknown? Well I'll tell you, practically everything! But what's adding a little more…

This street was way less crowed the other. The occasional person would pranced down every once in a while. I could breathe again. Well sort of, under the circumstances. Walking down the street was kind of comforting. Well, until something hit me in the head and I fell into a snow bank.

Blaine's face flooded into my head. I brought my hand to lips gently grazing them with my fingertips. I swallowed heard ignoring the tears burning in eyes.

"Hey mister!" a little kids voice echoed through my ears. I quickly looked up scared. There stood six children standing behind a large fence. I wasn't sure which one spoke first but the little girl spoke next.

"Are you okay mister? We didn't mean to hit you with the ball," her curly blonde hair blew in the breeze lightly.

Ball? What ball? What is she talking about?

"Mister"? Are you alright? Monica, go get Ms. Sarah," the boy nest to her snapped. The tiny girl nodded and ran off to the building.

"I'm okay," I muttered.

"We're really sorry, Mister. We didn't mean to hit you with the ball," this time it was the smallest boy who had spoken.

Ball? There they go again with the ball. I placed my hand on the ground for some support, but it didn't land on the cold snow. It felt something round and rubbery. A ball. I chuckled to myself and stood up grabbing the ball. I tossed the ball in between my hands.

"That's okay kids. Accidents happen," I watched the worried looks wash from their faces.

"Oh sir, are you alright? The kids were just playing." This was a new voice that spoke. I passed the children to see a dark skinned woman with gorgeous hair running toward me. When she reached the fence she unlocked the gate to the fence that surround the yard and building that I didn't seem to notice before. She placed a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright, sir?"

I nodded, "Yes. It's just a ball. It's happened many times before." I handed her the ball and she gave it to Monica, the little blonde.

"Run along kids. And stop playing near the fence," she spoke sternly. The children nodded and ran toward the tall building. "I'm really sorry, Mr…?"

"Kurt, call me Kurt." She looked surprised.

"Kurt, I'm really sorry. I'm Sarah," I shook her hand and she continued to talk. "I tell them to stay away from the fence but they never listen…"

I shook my head with a smile, "No really, it's okay. I swear." Her face softened just the children's did. Strange. "Is there a problem?" I asked, though I probably shouldn't have.

"Oh no, no, no! It's just that last time this happened the man yelled at the children appallingly," she spoke calmly.

"Oh, what an asshole. I wouldn't do that. They are just children and it was an accident. He was just probably having a bad day. I wish people had some heart, I spoke from my memoires.

"You're something else, Kurt." Sarah chuckled.

I hummed in response and smiled looking over at the children playing in the near distance. There were different groups of about five or six children sprawled out in the field playing in the freshly falling snow. None of them stuck out to me expect the tiny boy with the darkish curly hair, with his nose in a book. He sat on the steps on the building by himself. Blaine, the name formed on my lips but didn't leave them.

"Would you like some coffee?" I nodded to Sarah's request. Anything to see the child up close.

I walked through the gate and she followed locking it behind her. The sidewalk to the entrance of the building was snowy with footprints everywhere. My eyes stayed locked on the little boy sitting on the steps. I scanned his presence. His blue jeans were frayed at the bottom from being way to long for his short frame. His converse shoes were dirty and old. He pulled his jacket tighter around him with one hand while the other kept the book open in front of him. His eyes never left the page. I noticed tiny hands were bright red from the nippy wind.

"Jonah, where are your gloves?" Sarah asked. Jonah looked up at her, his green eyes wide with fear.

"Billy… he… stole them from me…" Jonah whispered. Closing his book placing it on his lap, he rubbed his hand together to get some kind of friction. Sarah sighed and kneeled next to him. "He said he needed mine because I don't do anything but sit here. He said that I was a waste of space." My heart shattered at his words.

"Oh Jonah, you know that's not true," Sarah spoke trying to comfort him. Jonah nodded but tears still began to fill his eyes. I felt queasy. I wish that I could kneel down and pull him into my lap and hug his telling him that everything will alright. That this won't last forever. But I can't. I wonder who his parents are. Do they care that he is bullied?

I noticed that Sarah pulled out a pair of gloves from her pocket and handed them to the curly hair boy.

"Next time, come straight to me if this happens again. And you are not nothing. You are something. Something completely special." Jonah nodded whipping his unshed tears. Sarah stood and ruffled his hair and then proceed to walk into the building. I didn't want to follow her anymore. I wanted to stay right here and talk to this child and make him feel like his is something. Not just feed him words that probably won't make it to his brain. That's all Sarah was doing. Feeding him words that wouldn't work. But I followed her into the building anyway.

"Isn't it a little too cold for the children to be playing outside?" I asked when she handed me a coffee mug freshly filled. I gripped it tightly trying to get all the warmth. My hands were freezing.

"That's what I said. But it's the way the schedule goes around here. They eat and then they go outside to play. Sixty minutes of activity a day," Sarah rolled her eyes. Dinner? "The headmaster's rules. Although, most of the children like going outside. Some, for example, Jonah, do not. He likes to stay in and read." I nodded taking a sip. Jonah…

"What is this place?" I asked curiously. Sarah gave me an incredulous look. "I've only lived here for a couple months and I have never been down this way." I added.

"Didn't you read the sign?" Sarah asked.

"Sign?"

"Yeah, the huge one outside attached the fence. We were standing like right next to it." I starred at her blankly. There was a sign?

"No sorry. I've been out of it like all day." She nodded with a smile.

"This is the Jennifer Stanley Home for Children," she stated matter of fact. What?

"Excuse me?" I gasped. She's kidding me right? This looks exactly like a school. Boarding school? Not a children's home, a foster home. She looked at me confused.

"This is a type of foster home. Is that a problem?" she asked.

"No, no! I have nothing against this or anything! I just… wow… and foster home… I thought this was a school. A boarding school. I was way off," I ran a hand through my hair.

"Nope this is an orphanage," Sarah confirmed.

Children's home. I wasn't expecting this. Insane. Wait… orphanage… Jonah… maybe this was fate…

"So Jonah…" I spoke slowly afraid of what could happen. Sarah gave a sad smile.

"Jonah is something special. He was found left at a Connecticut hospital when he was only a few months old. Connecticut has some stupid law about people being able to give their child up with no questions asked. If you ask me, it's really stupid. He came here when he was five; it was my first year working here. He's eight now. He's small so everyone picks on him and he doesn't have many friends. I feel for him but we, as workers, aren't really allowed to become attached to the children, they could leave at any moment."

"But he's being bullied!" I exclaimed.

"I know. I know." Her voice was quite. "And I wish I could do more, but I really can't. It's against the rules."

"Rules! Are you serious?" I felt anger boil inside me.

"Kurt, please… calm down. The children…" she began.

"The children? Really..." I took a deep breath calming myself down. "This child is being bullied!"

"I know!" Sarah exclaimed her eyes shining with tears. "You don't think I know this! I see it every day! I go through the same process every day! Adults come in every once in a while, looking to adopt and I always push them to Jonah first! But no one ever picks him! They always consider him but then decide against him because they say he's weak and they don't want to deal with it in the future. Can you actually believe people say that!" she threw her hands up in the air in disbelief.

"Yes, I can..." I whispered looking away. I shook my head. My heart was pounding. Sarah ignored my comment and continued.

"I pray every day that someone will come in here and take him away. Give him a better life then what he has. He needs someone who will support him and give him the love that he needs. I'd do it but that's against the rules as well!" she groaned.

"I'll do it…" I said.

"I hate the… wait what…" she gawked at me.

"I said I'll take him," my voice quivered.

"No… you couldn't. You're just saying that because you're mad…" Sarah tired pushing me away.

"No! No I'm not! I can take care of him. I can love him and give him everything he needs. I can be his support the sun in his dark sky. I was bullied! I can get him through everything that's bad," I was practically crying now. "Let me love him like my own." Sarah stayed quiet her face showed that she was thinking.

"Okay…" she nodded.

About an hour later we were in her office answering questions. Making sure I was suitable enough to take care of a child.

"How old are you?" Sarah asked glasses placed on the bridge of her nose. She starred down at a paper.

"Uh, nineteen," I said. Please don't turn me down. She looked up at me with a curious look then back down to the paper scribbling a few words.

"Wife? Girlfriend?" she asked. I swallowed the extra saliva that appeared in my mouth. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Uh, no. I have a boyfriend…" it almost came out as a question. I couldn't tell her what happened in the past twenty-four hours. She wouldn't let me adopt Jonah.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't assume people's significant others. With the marriage law now in New York." She said and scribbled more down.

"You're okay with me being gay?" I asked surprised. She looked up at me again.

"Why would I have a problem? I know people do, but you can't help who you love. Love is love, Kurt. Doesn't matter if you gay or straight." Sarah gave me a smile. "Does he know you are doing this?"

"Um, no… but I know he'll be okay with it…" I lied… he's like, not even alive right now.

She nodded and went back the paper work she had on her desk writing in various places. She didn't ask me any more questions for about five minutes.

"Alright, sign here and initial here," she said handing the paper. I scribbled my name in the right places and handed her the papers back. She looked over them one more time before looking back at me.

"Okay, it's all settled. We have to go ask Jonah if he's okay with this though. We were supposed to do that first but…. Anyway, I'll go pack his things. Go talk to him. I'm sure he will be glad that he's getting out of this hell hole." She ran off into the building hallways and I walked to the entrance.

I sat down next to Jonah. He didn't seem to notice though. His face was planted in the book he was reading.

"Hello Jonah," I said. His body froze. I watched him swallow before closing the book and turning to look at me.

"Uh, hello…" he whispered, his green eyes were memorizing.

"How are you?" I asked. This couldn't be any more worse.

"I'm alright," he said looking down at his hands that rested on top of his book.

"That's good. Do you like this places?" the question was kind of forward but I needed to somehow bring it up that he would be leaving with me. I watched his body freeze again. "It's okay; you can be honest with me…" Jonah didn't answer right away. Actually we sat in silence for about a complete five minutes.

"I hate it here," he slurred. I nodded even though he wasn't looking at me.

"I probably wouldn't like it here much either," I commented. He didn't say anything. "Jonah?"

"Yeah," he said fumbling with his hands.

"How would you like it if you can home with me?" I asked. His head snapped toward me and his eyes were wide in shock.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"Do you want to come home with me? Become a part of my family. You could just stay for a week and when the social worker comes for a checkup and you don't like it you can come back here. Never see me again."

"I-uh-what…" Jonah was in shock still.

"I would like to adopt you…" I said giving him a soft smile, but he didn't get to answer because Sarah showed.

"Jonah," she said. Jonah looked up behind him at Sarah. "I packed your stuff… I hope that's okay. Kurt's a really nice guy. He would like to take care of you. Why don't you try it for a week?" Jonah stayed shock looking between us for a while. He stopped looking at Sarah and just at me. A smile slowly formed.

"Yes…" Jonah replied. "I want to go." I couldn't stop the grin that broke out onto my face.

Ten minutes later, Jonah had said his goodbyes and Sarah informed me of everything that I needed to know and handed my some phone numbers. We were down the street talking when I got the phone call.

Jonah hand was in mine gripping tightly like he was looking for support. A smile played on his face as we spoke. His tiny suitcase was gripped in m other hand. Everything was forgotten when I saw that smile on his face. I made someone happy. I did. Me.

So I wasn't expecting any when my phone rang.

"Oops, hold on Jonah, I have to answer this. I'm sorry." Jonah just smiled at me and gave a nod. I let go of his hand and dug for the phone in my pocket.

"Hello?" I asked.

"God damn it, Kurt. Why don't you answer you damn phone!" my dad's voice yelled through the cell. Shit…

"Gee, I don't know dad… I didn't just find out the most tragic thing of my life..." I muttered through the receiver. I didn't want Jonah to overhear.

"I know that this was bad Kurt. But please, listen to me." he begged.

"Why dad? Are you going to tell me even worse news? Because I don't know if I'll be able to handle it!"

"Kurt, look. I'm sorry. But we've been trying to get a hold of you for the past five hours," my father cried.

"What? What is it?" I said, tired.

"Blaine," the name stung. "Blaine's alive, Kurt. He's been asking for you for the past five hours. He knows what he did was wrong. Please just come and talk to him."

"What…. Blaine… Blaine, he's alive?" I stuttered. "But how? He was clearly …" I couldn't say it.

"YES! Get your butt to the hospital and we'll explain!" he yelled. I looked over Jonah. His green eyes were sparkling and a grin was across his face still.

"Dad?" I whispered.

"Yes, Kurt? What's wrong?"

"We may have a slight situation…"