Chapter 2

He was running down the hallway hoping he could make it to french. He turned a corner and almost ran straight into a Letterman dressed chest.

"Oh look, Dave. It's the incy wincy faggot."

Oh no, thought Kurt as he looked up to see David Karofsky and another of his football playing had the sense that today was going to go very wrong. He felt a heavy arm wrap around his shoulder and he was pushed around.

"What should we play today? Dumpster dump? Beat the balls?"

"It's been a while since we did a locker squeeze."

"I can't be bothered to go find a locker. There's a janitors closet down there."

Kurt winced slightly as he was led to the door a few feet away. They opened the door and he was pushed onto the concrete floor, he winced.

"See you later." Dave laughed as the door was closed and Kurt heard the lock slide into place.

"Why do they put locks on the outside?" Kurt sighed to himself. He felt around hoping to find a place he could sit that didn't contain irritating chemicals or rags used to wash toilets. The bell would ring in an hour and he would text Mercedes and hopefully bet let out at the start of the next lesson when nobody was around to see his embarrassing situation.
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"Ohh Boo."

"Please Mercedes I don't want to hear it." Kurt said flinging his bag back on his shoulder and walking into the light corridor blinking to let his eyes adjust. Mercedes wordlessly wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug.

"Thanks for letting me out."

"I've always got your back."

"I know, hows my hair?"

"Not a single strand out of place."

"Well that's a blessing at least."

"Kurt." Mercedes said seriously. "Who was it?"

"I don't want to talk about it Mercy."

"But shouldn't you talk to it about somebody?"

Kurt just shot her his best bitch face and she dropped it.
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Two hours later and Kurt was sat in the canteen between Finn and Sam trying to figure out what NFL stood for. Half way in between his avocado and chicken salad (he had brought his own avocado's) he had the strange feeling somebody was watching him. Suddenly the memory of melted honey eyes and a timid smile swept thorough his head and he grabbed hold of the table feeling dizzy. Yikes, that dream last night had been strange, and so real, from what he could remember. That creature, how had his mind conjured up a creature like that. He really shouldn't have attempted to read twilight, not only was it terrible how Bella let herself be walked all over by two men (where was the Sass, where was the diva?) it also seemed to be affecting his dreams.

"You okay man?"

Kurt looked up to see his new step brother staring down at him with a worried expression.

"Yeah, yeah."

"It's just you seemed to zone out a little there."

"No I'm fine, just bored to tears trying to follow you guys talking about football."

"It's hockey."

"Well that's even worse. The smell of that hockey gear does anybody ever wash it?"

"Not really."

The boys went back to their conversation, that Kurt was officially not listening too now. Mercedes foot tapped him under the table and he looked across at her. The phone in his pocket beeped and he pulled it out.

Mercedes: Are you sure you're okay? Is this about this morning?

Kurt looked up at Mercedes. He gave her a wide smile to show he was okay and shook his head. He suddenly didn't feel much like eating. As he picked up his tray ready to head to the library he caught sight of somebody really looking at him, staring in fact. David Karofsky, smirked at him at he walked past. Kurt felt a chill run down his spine, there seemed to be something threatening about that smile.
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Kurt was exhausted by the time he got home. It felt like the day had dragged on twice as long as usual. Why did he have to work with Homeless Brett in history, it would be half the work if he was just allowed to do the project on his own.

"Kurt?"

His Dad's voice came from the kitchen.

"Hi Dad."

"Come here for a moment."

Kurt dropped his school bag and walked to the kitchen. His father was sat at the table drinking a glass of water. He had obviously just come in as he still had traces of grease on his hands and he had been careful about that sort of thing since Carol had come to live with them.

"Sit down for a minute will ya."

Kurt frowned and sat down.

"Dad, what's wrong."

"Nothing's really wrong Kurt, I just wanted to check in on how you're doing?"

"Oh, thank you. I'm doing fine, how are you and Carol doing? Planning that honeymoon trip?"

"Yes." Burt said elongating the word. "Kurt, I got a phone call today telling me that you had missed french, and that it's not the first time you've missed classes. Not whole days of school just single classes. Do you want to tell me what that's about?"

"Oh, it's only french. The teacher gets pissed off because I have a better accent than her, and a better vocabulary for that matter."

"It's not just french Kurt." Burt said staring at him. "From what the receptionist was telling me it's either the lesson you have first thing in the morning or the one after lunch. Want to tell me where you're going for those lessons?"

Kurt sighed.

"No." He said being honest.

"Kurt." Burt sighed. "I'm not judging you, you've always been good at school and you've always been responsible. It's not like I have to worry that you're on drugs or something like some of those kids at you're school. I just wanted to know what was going on. If you don't want to tell me then fine, you've earned the right to privacy but If I get any more of these phone calls then I'm going to have to get an answer."

"Yes Dad." Kurt said.

"Thank you." He added as he got up. He was grateful that his Dad didn't push for an answer. Kurt didn't want to worry him with what had been going on. He had almost lost him a few months previously and it had made him realize just how important his father was to him. He was the only family he had. He had been so happy in the last few weeks, since the wedding, Kurt just wanted him to stay happy for a little longer.
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"Let me in."

Kurt started awake when he heard the voice. At first he looked towards the door but as his brain slowly woke up he realized that voice did not belong to any Human. Sure enough when he looked to the window he saw the olive skin and dark curls and flash of silver wings of the creature. Kurt wondered for a moment if he should open the window but he doubted he could deny the creature, the pull towards him was just too strong. Kurt padded gently over to the window and opened it up, standing back to let the creature unfold it's legs into the room and drew in those wings to wrap around his body so he could fit through the small space. Kurt would have thought it impossible if he was not able to see it.

The eyes flashed a kind of amber in the dark and the creature's incredibly warm fingers stroked along Kurt's cheek.

"Never lock me out." It said sadly.

Kurt looked at the sadness of the eyes. He was almost like a chastised puppy, vulnerable and cuddly.

"Sorry." Kurt found himself apologizing.

The creature nodded and walked in two swift steps over to the bed. He moved so gracefully that Kurt would have said that he went from vertical to horizontal without any movement in between. The wings had folded up so much that there was only an inch of them visible, like a silver halo around the body of the boy thing.

"Sing to me." The creature requested.

Kurt felt an instant pull to open his mouth and just start singing but he resisted.

"Why?"

The creature looked puzzled.

"Because I wish to hear you sing."

"Why?"

"You sound like an angel."

"Is that what you are?"

The creature smiled, his eyes closed and he looked down. Kurt had the impression of silent laughing.

"No, not an angel. I don't think there is a name for what I am."

Kurt was silent for a long moment as he tried to take in the idea that something could exist that hadn't been labelled yet. Human's had an obsession with labeling thing's, didn't they?

"Sing." The creature said again his voice soft. This time Kurt could not deny him.

"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen."

The creature sat as still as a statue as Kurt sang. He felt no kind of stage anxiety and no need for perfection, he simply sung as he would if he were on his own.

"Thank you." The creature muttered.
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Kurt woke up the next morning on the bedroom floor, the window wide open. He wondered how he'd got there. The dream he had last night seemed so real, had he been sleep walking?