Kurt Hummel was eight years old when his mother died from leukemia. He couldn't remember much of the woman the years after, but he figured it was because he was so young when she passed. He was nine years old when he first discovered he could make his teacups float in midair.

His father had taken it as calmly as possible, and had even encouraged that it was alright, though nothing could describe the amount of relief that flooded across his face when a letter arrived on their kitchen table explaining exactly was happening on Kurt's eleventh birthday. Another school also contacted him but Burt didn't think sending his kid to Britain was a very smart idea, instead he chose the closest one around which was surprisingly Lima's private school, McKinley High School. Upon further inspection it wasn't really a normal high school to Burt's confusion, but it was a place for kids like his own so he happily dished out the tuition each semester, oblivious to the way Kurt and his friends were treated.

Kurt was fifteen when he fell in love with the muggle that eventually became his stepbrother. Just because he went to a private school didn't mean the rest of the town didn't tag him as the resident fag. After his father caught Finn and the rest of the football players nailing furniture to the roof he met Carole, a woman that quickly took his heart. It was rough in the beginning but the mixed matched family eventually meshed together, of course after the initial shock of Kurt being a wizard.

Sixteen and heartbroken, Kurt gave up on finding someone in the little town of Lima after the only other person he was ever interested in, Sam, turned out to be straight and in love with his best friend. The bullying that he never told his father about was getting worse and sometimes it took all his wit and skill to avoid the nasty spells and jinxes thrown his way. When McKinley was attacked by a hoard of wizards in masks he was lucky to have his friends fighting by his side.

Mercedes, Tina, and even Mike made it out all in once piece though that couldn't be said about the rest of the school. They had tried to save Sam, but Kurt had only managed to grab Mercedes arm to pull her out of the way of a curse that ended up hitting the blond square in the chest. All four of them watched the life leave from their friends eyes, the first and hopefully last death they had ever witnessed. Mercedes never blamed Kurt out loud for not letting her save Sam but he knew she had to think it constantly, which let the guilt gnaw at the back of his mind whenever the horrible scene would play over and over in his head.

More wizarding schools across America also experienced the horrible attacks, though no one knew exactly why the masked wizards were doing it. When officials took Kurt's statement he lied and said he hadn't noticed anything strange even though he knew he had. The wizards had kept looking at everyone's faces before they killed them off, like they were looking for a certain person. He wasn't sure why he didn't just tell him that, but something in his gut just told him not to and he obeyed considering the last time he let it call the shots he had managed to save Mercedes' life.

Many American families were sending their children abroad where the attacks apparently weren't happening. Kurt's own father even considered letting Kurt board at the other school who had sent a letter four years ago along with McKinley's. At the time the man hadn't thought it weird that a school on the other side of the world wanted his kid until he began to educate himself. This Hogwarts place usually only accepted kids from over there, so why they want his American born son? With that mindset he had hidden the letter away, not letting Kurt know he had it. You could never be too careful after all.

When Kurt came to him with big doe like eyes and a pleading argument to transfer along with his friends he had promptly told him no, that is until she appeared out of nowhere. Luna Lovegood was an odd woman, someone Burt didn't know if he could trust or not. He had only met the woman a handful of times when his wife was still alive, and even then she just didn't seem right in her mind. Unfortunately she was Kurt's aunt though so he couldn't really keep her away when the boy had so many questions he wanted to ask her.

Kurt eventually convinced him to let him go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Luna smiling in her normal odd fashion when Kurt cried out in surprise when he finally agreed. He couldn't tell him no after he found Mike, Tina, and even Mercedes would be transferring over as well. Mike and Mercedes' parents were just as overprotective as he was so if they thought it was safe then it was, right?

This was how he found himself surrounded by parents and a teary eyed Carole in his house the day Kurt and the other three were using his fireplace to transport themselves to Luna's house. At first he really hadn't liked it but yet again the other parents surprised him and had just went along with it. Both Mike and Mercedes families were something called Pure Bloods, so if they trusted the strange witch with their children, shouldn't he do the same?

"I'll be fine dad." Kurt said softly, smiling towards his father when the man blinked back into focus.

"You better." Burt said gruffly, reaching over and pulling his son into a tight hug. He ignored the soft huff the teen gave when he ran his fingers through the other's hair, grinning when his son's uniquely colored eyes rolled. "I love you, bud."

Kurt smiled and nodded. "I love you too, dad." he said, before pushing his father's hand from his now mused hair. "Though I won't miss this." he said pointing to his hair before pushing the flyaway strands back into place.

"Promise us you'll be careful and that you'll write every day!" Carole suddenly sobbed, arms wrapping around the middle of Kurt's waist.

Kurt smiled at Carole and patted her back awkwardly. Though he knew the woman would never replace his own mother she had become the closest thing he ever had to one. "I promise." he said, looking towards his father pleadingly as the woman continued to sniffle against his shirt. "Carole you are going to ruin this shirt…please.." he begged, thankful when Finn finally pulled his mother back, Burt trying to hold in his own chuckles as he watched.

Finn took his turn to wrap his long arms around Kurt, lifting him from the ground as he hugged with all his might. "I'll miss you too, Kurt." he said, grinning when Kurt began to wheeze. He slowly sat him down and patted his shoulder, smiling sheepishly when the wizard turned his narrowed eyes on him.

"You'll only miss me because of my accidental magic." Kurt sniffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Dude, that's so not why!" Finn exclaimed, waving his arms in the air as his cheeks flushed slightly. "Look, just take that I'll miss you okay?" he grumbled, sighing in relief when Kurt patted his arm comfortingly.

"Sure, sure." Kurt said, nodding towards his father before walking over to stand next to Luna, watching the rest of his friends say their own goodbyes to their families. Once everyone had finished Luna let the others use the fireplace first, making Kurt go last. He didn't mind though, he kept stealing glances of his father but he had the sneaking suspicion that the older man was doing the same.

When his turn finally arrived he gave one last smile towards his mismatched family before stepping in the fireplace, lip curling slightly as soot clung to his boots. He grabbed a handful of floo powder from the little pot that Luna offered and cleared his throat before calling out the address his aunt had given him earlier, throwing the powder down. His fathers smiling face was the last thing he saw before the green flame leapt up around him.

Kurt coughed as he stepped out of the hearth, glaring around the little kitchen as he tried to catch his breath. He noticed his white boots were scuffed and darkened even more and sighed wishing he was a year older so he could perform magic freely. He had a cleaning charm on the tip of his tongue he was itching to use but knew better than to break the law.

He dusted the rest of himself off before he began his walk across the kitchen, brow furrowed as he looked for his friends. "Mercedes?" he called out, walking into another room. It looked like the living room with the sofas and chairs scattered about freely. He noticed a staircase to the side of the room and quickly walked to it. "Mike, Tina?" he called, stepping on to the first step hesitantly.

The unmistakable sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from upstairs and Kurt wasn't sure what happened next. People began to run down the stairs, one after the other, knocking him around until he grabbed the banister, wincing when someone elbowed him in his side. When the steady line people finally stopped he let out the large breath of air he hadn't realized he had been holding. "What on earth…" he began, looking up when more footsteps sounded on the stairs above him.

The persons face was tilted to the floor and it looked like he was trying to check the time on a pocket watch as he continued walking down the stairs. Something about the other's curls caused him to pause in thought. They seemed familiar but then again there were a lot of people with curly hair in his old school. Mentally shrugging it off he reached out to touch the boy's shoulder, breath catching when hazel eyes turned on him. "H-Hi." he said, noticing the curly headed boy's lips parted slightly when their eyes finally locked together. "Do you know what's going on here?" he asked, still staring even as he felt a blush creep up his neck to pool in his cheeks.

The other boy suddenly smiled and held out his hand, his face brightening even more when Kurt shook it. "My name is Blaine." he said.

"Kurt." Kurt said softly, still not shaking the feeling that he had seen or at least heard Blaine's voice somewhere.