Chapter 1

Kurt stood with his back to the full length mirror and angled his little handheld around until he could see his back reflected twice. Sure enough there was a raised lump on his left shoulder blade with a thin purple line running through it. He had felt sure that he had hit the locker at a bad angle earlier that afternoon and it seemed he was right. What was worse was that the bruise was in the spot where the back of the hard McKinley high chairs stopped. In each lesson the new lump had been rubbed against making it send shots of stinging pain down his back. Kurt sighed and for a moment took in the rest of his back, there were a few other yellowing bruises .A few low on his back and a thin red line where a piece of glass had scratched his skin in his usual Monday morning dumpster toss. He turned around and surveyed his chest, no marks there just expanses of pale skin with no real muscle definition. Kurt found himself sighing again, would he ever start looking like a man. Yes, all of that dancing in glee had got rid of every inch of baby fat on his body so that his stomach was flat and there was a clear point on his body that could be called a chest and one that could be called a stomach when before he had only had a torso, one expanse of childish flesh. And he had finally grown pubic hair, which it turned out that despite stopping all the shower room teasing he discovered he hated but really, when was he going to start to have muscles and a tan and that little V shape that went from the stomach down to his crotch? He had such round hips. He just wanted to look more masculine, he was never going to attract the love of his life when he looked like this, even if he did dress fabulously and had the best hair and a killer voice.

Kurt reached out for the bottle of pain killers he kept beside his lighted mirror and swallowed them down before pulling on the black satin top of his pajamas's. It was going to be a restless night with the fresh bruise and the promise of an even worse day tomorrow, everyday seemed to worse and worse. Puckerman had offered to go punch David Letterman jacketed Neanderthal Karofsky in the face but Kurt knew that would just lead to an escalation. As it was he could get away with just being taunted most days and casual homophobia and occasionally a shoulder butt into the lockers or a dumpster toss. He didn't want to be cornered in the shower room again like after the one and only time he had reported the bullies. He was surprised he didn't have any bones broken, the beating had terrified him, he had thought it would never stop, the blows had just kept coming, he had been curled naked on the tiled floor watching his own blood (he was in too much pain to know where it was coming from) swirl down the drain. He winced even thinking about it, he literally shook himself to get rid of the haunted unsafe feeling.

He looked into the mirror.

"Get a grip Kurt Hummel." He told himself. "You are tougher than any of those bullies, they would never let Rachel wax their eyebrows."

He started to sing gently to himself, stopping when he needed to practice a line to get it just right.

"Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl."

Maybe at some point he would pull the song out at Glee, Maybe he could act as if it was the first time he was singing it and it was not perfect or maybe he could answer stunned looks with a 'of course I have a portfolio of songs ready to use whenever the situation calls for it, I am professional about singing.' He could swap girl for boy and say the song had deep meaning for him, which it did, he totally felt like Elephaba sometimes. If it weren't for her complete lack of style they would be emotional twins.

Kurt finished off his moisturizing routine and climbed into his bed. He turned the picture by his bedside towards him. The young woman smiling out at him was so beautiful and familiar but the picture was always overlaid in his mind with another one. That of a ghostly pale and thin woman lying in a hospital bed connected with tubes. She had smiled through the pain when he was around and those bright blue eyes had looked at him with love right to the end. His mother had been a brave woman, he just wished he could borrow some of her strength to deal with the bullies.

"I'll try to make tomorrow better Mom." He whispered before turning over and turning off his bedside lamp.

Kurt blinked a couple of times wondering what was happening, was he awake? He brushed at his eyes that seemed to be betraying him. Then when he realized that yes there was actually a figure of some sorts stood in front of his window he jumped up and switched on his lamp. His breath caught in his throat. He didn't know whether to be terrified or confused or to just accept that he was having one of those really weird dreams where everything seemed so real that you didn't know it was a dream until you actually woke up.

There was a boy stood in his room. A naked teenage boy with slicked back black hair; honey colored eyes that glowed almost amber in the shadows under his dark eyebrows;straight nose; pink lips and a strong jaw line. He was breathtakingly handsome and that was just his face when Kurt allowed himself to look over the body (because if a naked boy shows up in your room then what else are you going to do?) he found it was the stuff that erotic dreams were made out of. He had strong looking shoulders and arm muscles that strained under his skin and actual pectoral muscles that Kurt had never seen on a teenage boy, a stomach that had a clearly defined line down the middle that as it got lower showed a little trail of black hair. The black hair trailed down to a patch of black with a ... Kurt had to look away even if this was a dream. Which it was, a dream that is. Because the boy in front of him couldn't possibly be real, it wasn't even a boy it was a ... boy-like creature. It had wings. Kurt tried to figure out what those wings meant, feathery white wings would mean it was an angel. Bat like black wings would mean it was a demon. This creature had wings that glowed like the reflection of a moon on water, almost shimmering as if with some kind of movement. But the were like leather stretched over three long pointed bones. Each wing was about four foot long before it folded gracefully behind the creatures back. They were beautiful, the whole creature was unbelievably beautiful. Kurt thought that whatever it was it must be closer to an angel than a demon. Nothing evil could be so beautiful and seem so serene. It filled him with a kind of peaceful wonder when he should be terrified to be seeing a young man thing climbing into his window.

The creature padded on soft feet towards Kurt and all he could concentrate on were those eyes boring into his. They were so intense. Kurt found his mouth becoming strangely dry. He moved backwards slightly though he was no longer scared for some reason. The creature folded itself onto Kurt's bed and reached out his long fingers. Kurt watched them approach him wondering if he should do something about it. The instant they touched his skin his heart skipped several beats they were incredibly warm and the creature was looking at him so intensely it was like a starving man looking at a burger. The fingers reached down and stroked the contours of Kurt's neck. Kurt found himself staring at the intense gaze, the inhuman honey colored eyes were mesmerizing. Kurt felt like he was sinking somehow, like he was slowly moving deeper and deeper into the bed and deeper and deeper into those eyes.

The finger continued downwards. Kurt's breath hitched when they reached the small hollow and paused for a second. The creature licked his lips slightly and then the fingers carried on downwards exploring the triangular patch of skin between the color of Kurt's black silk pajamas.

"Let me taste you." The creature's voice was smooth and deep like nothing Kurt had ever heard before but he felt the reverberations of it heading straight down his spine to coil like fire in his stomach.

Kurt let those fingers keep exploring till they left his skin and reached up to stroke gently through his hair. It was an almost calming gesture after the unexpected intensity of the fingers.

"Answer me." the creature said again.

Kurt couldn't speak, he couldn't even think properly. There was something strange and otherworldly about what was happening, Kurt felt like he was most in connection with his body than he ever had been yet strangely as if he was not in it at all. The mix of sensations was delicious and confusing and completely out of the range of his experience.

The creature sighed. Kurt became aware of him moving and he sat up. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a pair of silvery wings disappearing out of his window.

He woke up in his bed with a start. Had he been dreaming something? About a beautiful boy with wings? He looked at his clock. Shit he had slept in late. He jumped up all thoughts of the strange dream disappearing from his mind as he hurried to get ready for school.

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