A man with a walking stick, covered up in bandages and a pale looking face was standing in the door-opening next to Carole. There was a bandage tied around his head, his leg and probably also his side since his shirt was a little bit tighter there. He wasnt very tall, well at least shorter than Kurt.

The stranger had brown, dark-ish, curly hair, his curls occasionally peeking out of his bandage and being draped onto his forehead. When Kurt looked closer up at his face he literally gasped, the stranger had a light stubble on his perfect jaw line, his eyebrows were dark and thick, his lips full, cherry red mixed with a soft tone of orange.

But when he looked up he met the questioning eyes of the beautiful man, he felt a jolt followed by a strange tingling in his stomach. His eyes were a soft brown color, mixed with intense honey gold yet somehow managed to look a little green too. They were without a doubt the most beautiful pair of eyes Kurt had ever seen. Yet also the deepest, most emotion filled ones someone of his age could have..

Kurt looked away quickly when he noticed he was actually staring at him with his mouth open, the man didnt seem to notice though. His tired eyes were still staring curiously towards him.

Then suddenly Kurt was awoken from his thoughts and he realized that this, rather beautiful, man was injured. He rapidly strode of the couch, leaving room for the injured man to sit. He would have spoken if he had dared to do so, luckily Carole smiled at him and moved towards the couch telling the beautiful man to; "please, sit down." It was typically Carole to fuss about everyone. The stranger smiled at her, even though it seemed like it cost him a lot of effort.

"So, since youre gonna be staying with us for a while we have to ask you a few questions and explain our rules." But said, his voice filled with authority.

"Of course, sir." He answered , his voice soft and a little bit hoarse. Kurt refused to look at him again, because even the mans voice was perfect, it was giving him chills. Kurt swallowed audibly, trying to ignore the tingling feeling in his stomach, which was still there.

"So, whats your name, kid?" Burt asked. It was typically Burt to call someone that, even though he was clearly older than 20.

"Blaine Anderson, sir." He answered. Kurt cursed under his breath, even his name seemed to match his level of perfectness.

"You can call me Burt, and your age would be?"

"I am 23, sir. Born in September, 1808" Blaine answered, still sounding weak. His facial expression fell for a few seconds, betraying that he was trying to hide that he was definitely in pain. Kurt looked away, not sure if it was okay to feel sorry for this man.

Carole, also noticing it, rushed off to the kitchen, probably getting some painkillers*.

"Where are you from?" Burt asked, not paying much attention to Carole.

"Maryville, its not too far from here." He seemed to wince at something but again tried not to show it. Kurt, who had given up again on trying not look, saw it though; he hoped Carole would hurry up with the medicine.

"Okay, well there are just a few simple rules around here. We dont want any stuff lying around the house that belongs to you, we eat dinner together, breakfast and lunch are optional. But given your situation Id take you dont have much of a choice, well at least not for now. Also, I dont want you to get into fights with other guests or either one of my two sons, understood?"

"Yes, sir" Blaine nodded.

"Okay, Im glad we agree" Burt said. His face turned friendlier. "Your room is the last one down the corridor to the right, not the left one, since you didnt have much stuff you can use ours until youre strong enough to buy something on your own. Dont go anywhere out of the village, we dont want you to be found or seen." Blaine nodded, he was looking rather hazy by now. At that moment Carole came walking in with a glass of water and some painkillers. Thank god, Kurt thought.

"Here, take these and have some rest," she handed him the medicine and the glass.

"Thank you, thats very kind of you. This is all very kind of you, letting me stay here and hide at these dark times. If there is ever something I can do to return the.." He stopped talking, silence was followed by a disturbing cough and Blaine sunk further back into the couch.

Burt had to go to his work so he wouldnt seem suspicious, so he quickly instructed Carole of what to do, how to take care of the man and what to get in the village without being obvious about it.

Kurt tried to ignore the fact that he was now, alone in the same room with this beautiful man and tried to keep his eyes focused on the door where Carole and Burt had just left through. It didnt help a single thing though, the heat in the air was almost just touchable.

Luckily Carole came walking back, before it got too awkward, she seemed a little worried and she kept looking doubtfully in the direction of the hallway. "Do you think you can make up the stairs?" Blaine, who was looking paler and sicker with the second, nodded, looking determined.

Carole looked around, "Kurt can you help me getting him up the stairs?" Kurt felt a blush creeping up on his cheeks so he quickly ducked his head down, "sure" he said softly. He walked over towards Blaine, "umm.." He had no idea how he could possibly help him without hurting him, Blaine seemed to have wounds and bruises practically everywhere.

Blaine awkwardly stood up, leaning on the wooden walking stick. It seemed so precious in his hand, as if it was so much more than just a simple stick, which was ridiculous of course. Carole was at his side before Blaine could even move further. Kurt took the careful approach, stepping closer to Blaine so that he could put his arm around Kurts shoulder if he wanted to.

As soon as he did, and Kurt felt Blaines touch he nearly dropped Blaine. He could feel the warm pressure of Blaines body, his heavy arm being draped over Kurts delicate shoulders and the smell was just overwhelming. It wasnt that he was too heavy, it was just that, for some twisted reason, the feeling in his stomach got ten, maybe a hundred times stronger and he felt his skin tingle where Blaines arm rested on his shoulders. It was totally ridiculous; he didnt even know this guy! Plus it wasnt even their bare skin was touching, but he still felt it, more than he liked it. He awkwardly cleared his throat when he noticed they hadnt moved yet.

Kurt tried moved them, maybe a little bit too rapid because Blaine flinched and Kurt, turning as red as a tomato, quickly muttered an apology. They uneasily moved up the stairs and down the corridor, their sides occasionally touching causing Kurts stomach to twist. It were by far the most awkward minutes of Kurts life, and that was saying something.

When they reached the room they carefully put Blaine down on the chair, Kurt stepping far away from him once he was safe. The chair stood next to the unmade bed, Carole looked at it with a small expression of shame. "Oh, I totally forgot to make the bed, sweetie could you please do that for me? I need to get dinner ready and I have to get some things at the village shops". Kurt sighed, "of course," he smiled at her.

He wasnt going to tell her that he actually, no, he didnt want to. Blaine was still sitting on the chair, eyes roaming the room curiously and Kurt did not trust himself with Blaine in the same room. He couldnt blame poor Carole though, it had been so busy already, plus Blaine wasnt exactly bringing safety with him.

Carole left the room with a smile and a thank you. Kurt immediately felt the awkward ambiance, which most probably only existed in his head.

He had no idea of what to say so he just walked over the white dresser, where the bed sheets were and started making the bed. He could literally feel this mans curious eyes on his back. It made him so uneasy that he tripped a few times, almost landing in Blaines lap during of his falls.

Finally the silence was interrupted; it was Blaine who spoke first. "Im sorry, I wish I could help."

Kurt had a strong sense to look at Blaine in either awe or disbelief. He was so polite, even while it was obvious that he was in a lot of pain. Kurt wasnt sure if people could actually be so good looking and nice, so he went with disbelief.

"Uhmm.. thats okay. Your bed is ready, towels are in the dresser over there so I dont know if you need anything else?.." It was supposed to sound nonchalant and helpful but because of his nerves blunt and awkward was more the way to describe how he had just sounded. Not to mention the fact that his voice went three octaves higher than normal.

A small smile appeared on Blaines lips and Kurt was once again torn between awe and disbelief. "Thank you, I dont think I need anything else. Although.." Kurt didnt know why his heart just started beating faster. "Could you maybe help me onto the bed, I am quite tired and I dont think my legs are stable enough after the strong medicine.

Kurt froze, well his mind did, his body was actually working on its own and had already walked over to Blaine. He could see that Blaine was getting tired and drowsy from the medicine, his eyes just somehow managed to display that.

He reached closer to Blaine, trying hard to ignore the overwhelming feeling he got from being so close to this man. This time the heat of his body was even worse, since they were alone now. Once Blaine was on the bed Kurt immediately pulled back and took a few, brain clearing, breaths.

He wondered if he should go back to his room. Would Blaine ask him to help him with his clothes? He didnt look like he could dress (or undress) himself properly but there was no way Kurt could manage that situation.

Kurt turned red at his own thoughts, but there was no need to turn away because Blaine was already breathing more slowly and his eyes were closed. Kurt tiptoed out of the room, turning around before closing the door and taking in the sheer beauty of the sleeping man on one of the often occupied bed.

He walked towards his own room and didnt hesitate to let himself fall onto his bed. What had just happened? Was this even real? Kurt knew one thing, it wasnt okay to feel this way about some man he had just met. It probably wasnt even okay to feel this way about someone at all..

Kurt woke up feeling blurry, there were vague flashes of his dream. A beautiful beam of light kept appearing, never leaving Kurt no matter where he went. It felt warm and trusted, but he had no idea what it was.

"Kurt, dinner!" Caroles voice was heard from the kitchen. Kurt went downstairs only to find someone sitting in his usual chair. "Excuse me but I thought we had an arrangement? Family on one side of the table and guests on the other."

"Oh, Im sorry I didnt know that" an angelic voice came from the chair Kurts yelling had been angled at. Kurt froze. "Now Kurt thats not very nice of you," Carole sounded a bit worried, giving Burt a not-amused glare when he chuckled.

In the meantime the guest had, with difficulty, turned around and looked at Kurt with slight apologetic eyes. Kurt who was still frozen now felt his face flush bright red, he had kind of forgotten that their guest was, well... Blaine.

Dinner went by slow and awkward for Kurt, even after he had received a smile from Blaine, because that had only made things worse since he flushed red again.

Kurt helped Carole with cleaning up the table and washing the dishes while Burt and Finn helped Blaine move to the second living room. The room wasnt too big but it was a comfortable looking room. It had a small fireplace, a soft couch, two big chairs and a shelf with some books on it. The dust on the books indicated how much they were being used by guests. What stood out the most, well to Kurt anyway, was the old wooden piano standing in the corner. It had been a gift to them from one of their returning guests, who had become more of a friend later on.

There was only one person in the house who knew how to play the piano, and that was Kurt himself. His mother had taught him before her sudden and tragic death. He never played it when there was anyone around though, he was too scared it might upset his father. Even though he had the luck of having sweet and caring Carole in his life, who he truly loved, Kurt knew he would never forget Kurts mother either.

The rest of the evening went by as usual. Kurt went up to his room to read and Finn practiced some more football outside. Carole was there to take care of Blaine so Kurt pretended that there was no strange yet beautifully mysterious man in his home.

The rest of the week went by pretty normal as well, since Kurt and Finn had to go to school. Kurt felt somewhat relieved when he was away from Blaine, but also felt somewhat stupid that this stranger seemed to have such an impact on his life. Every night at dinner Kurt tried to avoid his curious eyes, but secretly looking too when he knew Blaine was busy talking to Burt about technology, for example the Pyr�olophore was a popular subject among the two.

It all became more of a rhythm and seemed to be all right until the end of the week. Because that Thursday something happened that surprised most of the people at the house, except one..