"Kurt, come for a walk with me. No one will try to get you as long as I am here." Finn cajoled fiddling with the flawless fingers.
Silently, Kurt followed Finn outside, and his wings spanned out in the warmth of the sun. A gently breeze wafted the sweet smell of fall surrounded the two. He lifted his face to the fanning sun freely allowing the heat to tickle his cheeks.
"Kurt?" The angel broke from his trance to see that Finn was at his side. A calloused hand wound lightly around his wrist before slipping down to his hand. "I think someone is following us. Don't look behind you," he whispered into his ear.
Hands remained clasped together until Finn desired to be closer, so he slipped an arm around Kurt's waist. Obediently, the angel stayed close beside him sinking into the inviting warmth of the man's side. After a moment past, Finn faked a cough in order to look his shoulder. The man spotted behind them still walked leisurely behind him glancing down at his phone.
"Come on," Finn tugged the beauty up to the house and walked slow enough to make sure that man past the house before proceeding into their home.
"Kurt, Mercedes and Puck are coming over tomorrow." Finn mentioned attempting to be as casual as possible while he stared down at his homework.
The angel physically stilled and turned to Finn with a deep frown and wide eyes. "Why would you do this to me?"
"They want to see you so badly! How was I supposed to say no?"
Kurt dropped his head into his hands, and his lips moved silently and quickly. He prayed that his pain would one day ease.
That night, just as every night, Finn crawled into bed with Kurt and took him in his arms. When the beauty slept quietly, Finn stretched his neck to see the other's face; he was met with disappointment when a soft set frown etched itself on the beauty's features.
Finn rested his head against the tousled hair lost in deep thought.
When he woke he the morning, Finn was alone.
The boy's bad day didn't stop there. After glee, Rachel pulled him aside.
I want to take a break. I can't have any distractions while we prepare for regionals."
"You're dumping me for a singing competition? Really?"
"It's not just a singing competition, Finn!" she argued, "this is what I want to do with my life, and I'm not going to get anywhere if I don't start succeeding. Besides, there has been something pulling us apart. I mean, we don't even want to spend time with me anymore! You'd rather go home to it! Don't you understand?"
A man peered out at the scene considering the loud discussion was in the middle over the empty hallway, but neither Rachel nor Finn noticed; they were too absorbed in their sudden feud.
"Kurt is not an it! He has feelings just like everyone else, and he was my best friend when I was little. He's been gone for all these years, and when he is finally home, you can't spare some of my time so I can be with him. And no, Rachel, I don't understand." Finn left the scene before Rachel could rebuke, and she dropped her head into her hands. She truly did love the boy, but it was enough anymore. So she lifted her gloomy brown orbs to watch her love walk out of her life.
From down in the basement, white wings ruffled when the front door slammed shut and heavy footsteps clomped down the stairs.
Callused hands gripped petite wrists, and slammed them against the noir wall. Persistent lips pushed against soft plush ones. Kurt squirmed against Finn, attempting to free himself from the cruel hold.
The boy pulled back for a breath and saw the shaking angel who cowered against the wall. "Oh God, Kurt, I'm sorry." He stepped away, and the angel sunk down to the floor.
And for the first time since he woke to a second chance, the beauty's cheeks washed with tears. The boy bent, hand warily reaching out to wipe the tears that fell so gracefully, but the angel's body curled tight.
A knock sounded from upstairs, and Finn glanced once at the angel before heading upstairs to answer the door.
Kurt pushed off from the floor, and hid in the bathroom adjacent to the room where he cocooned himself within his wings.
"Kurt, please come out," Finn pleaded outside the door, voice filled with apology.
The angel did as he was asked, and Finn frowned when he saw that the wings, usually held high above his head, drooped and dragged upon the floor. Silently, he followed behind Finn back into the room, and Mercedes gasped. She stepped forward from where Puck stood, and she cupped Kurt's cheeks.
"I've missed you so much," he choked, tears jumping into her eyes. "I can still remember when you when taken."
And then she was sobbing, winding her arms around his petite waist. Wide wings wound around Mercedes. "What did they do to you?" She whispered, touching two fingers gently to his frowning lips.
He was far away in a clear memory. Finn's child face twisted up in horror as he shouted at Kurt. Mercedes taking his small body within her arms. His father crumpled before him as he helplessly watched him be taken away.
"Say something, Kurt. Please," she stared at him worriedly, but Kurt had no idea what to say.
So he said nothing at all.
Mercedes backed away from the angel who remained froze, still lost in his memories. The group had not even realized that Finn had gone to fetch something to drink. The four of them sat down.
"I can't believe Finn is lucky enough to live with an actually angel," Puck laughed. "I bet he's fucked that creature so many times already. I hear they're supposed to be the best thing for pleasure," Puck spoke as if Kurt wasn't even in the room, and the sweet gift looked down at his hands. "If that was mine, I would definitely fuck it until it couldn't walk straight."
Kurt's stomach dropped. He felt ignorant to believe that he could be normal at the place he called home. A satisfying sound of flesh on flesh sound as Mercedes whipped her hand across Puck's face caused the angel to look back at the scene in front of him.
"How dare you call him that! How dare you say something so vulgar," she growled with his hands digging hard into her hips.
"What the fuck, Mercedes? Calm down, it's just an animal." Puck looked to Kurt with twisted smile, stood, and stalked forward. "Wanna play, pretty?"
Angels were strong; angels, flawless. Though fear was evident on his sweet pure face, instincts kicked through his body for white wings ruffled and spread in a menacing manor.
But Puck did not stand down; he only continued forward obviously pleased by the reaction he was received.
"What are you doing?" Finn stepped between the angel and the towering boy.
"I was just talking about why you haven't fucked it yet, and it got all defensive!"
"Stay away from him," the boy nearly snarled reaching behind him with an open hand until a petite hand slipped into his.
"Lighten up, Finn. I'm just having a little fun." Glaring, Finn did not loosen up. Instead, he stepped forward and towered over the boy he called his best friend.
"Get out, Puck," and the boy did as he was told but not before shooting Kurt an awful stare.
When the boy was clear from the room, Finn turned to the angel and placed his hands gentle on the pale cheeks. "Are you alright?" Genuine concern filled the boy's voice, and it shocked Finn almost as much as it shocked the angel.
The angel nodded, and Mercedes approached. Moving out of her away, Finn went and sat in the background. "I've missed you so much, baby," he murmured repeating the same line as earlier while taking him into her arms again. "Can I come visit you again?"
The angel nodded and kissed her cheek. Familiar warmth filled her for the friendly lips upon her cheek were the same soft petals she remembered pushing gently against her forehead as a child.
"I'll see you soon, Kurt," and she left abruptly though she had only been at the house from under a hour.
Sitting down, the angel clutched his head for confusion filled his mind. Finn was dazed as well, and what an odd day it had been. "Kurt?"
The beauty looked up acknowledging the fact that he had been called. "Why wouldn't you speak to Mercedes?"
"Think about it; I've been gone for all these. I was forced to abandon her. When I was taken, who was there for her? Obviously not you, you were too busy with pretentious means for Puck. I didn't think I was ever going to see her again
.I was just stunned."
In a flash, Finn had thrown himself to Kurt clutching tight to his petite form. "I'm sorry
for everything that I've ever done to you."
Hesitantly, Kurt raised a hand and ran in through Finn's hair which ended up surprisingly softer than he had expected. After a moment passed, Finn raised his head, stroked plump lips, and lowered his head once more to kiss the plush pillows.
And it felt more natural than breathing. "You can't learn to love, not even something as precious as an angel."
Finn pulled away gasping. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, but his voice dissipated when Kurt's eyes appeared a lighter shade though a smile remained far from his lips. A small item was slipped from Finn's hand into Kurt's, and the angel looked down to see Finn's cell phone within his hold. "You can use my phone anytime you want to call her. She misses you, and I know that you've missed her too."
"Thank you," the sweet peel of bells was soft, but it was enough for Finn to smile in response followed about another short peak. "I'm going to start dinner. Your mother is always so exhausted when she comes home from work."
Pale feet flitted silently across the floor nearly covered by the floor length wings that lifted in the nonexistent breeze.
Shaking his head attempting to break away from the daze, Finn cleared his throat trying to find his voice. "Do you need any help?"
A shapely eyebrow rose. "Finn Hudson is going to attempt to help dinner?" Finn nodded, but a dishearten glimmer flashed across the beauty's eyes. "I should warn you ahead of time, I take up the majority of the room," wings pulled back so Kurt's body was human than angel.
"Doesn't matter," Finn shrugged begging silently for the sadness in his creature's eye to disperse.
Ten minutes later, Kurt had a homemade pizza in the oven, and Finn had sauce all over his hands and shirt. "Come over here," the beauty mumbled picking up a dishcloth. "How in Heaven's name did you get sauce in your eyebrow?"
Finn laughed leaning forward to allow him to wipe it away. Eyes flickering up to the window, a shadow lingered in the depths of the trees. The boy, spiked with panic though no actual threat or evidence that the shadow belonged to anything other than a tree or animal, rapidly pulled his beauty into his arms comforted by the fact that he could feel the warmth in his embrace, proof that his angel wasn't going to disappear.
"I think there is someone out there," he whispered, but his angel patted his shoulder soothingly instead of returning the embrace.
"No one is going to hurt," he shushed, but it wasn't himself that Finn was so worried about.
You can't learn to love, not even something as precious as an angel."
Finn was confused, but someone where hidden under all the horrors of homophobia that were being peeled away in thick layers as a child would a bed filled with thick blankets on a cold night maybe Santana's words weren't as true as she thought them to be.
But then again, Finn had literally just gotten out a relationship with Rachel, and his heart and mind naturally looked for someone to pick up the pieces. So for the sake of the sweet creature, Finn pulled away, solemnly sauntered down to their shared room, flipped on the computer, and watched it flicker to life.
Instantly going to Google, Finn typed up his next question. 'Can someone learn to love an angel?'
'There has been much controversy to question if a human can or cannot fall in love with an angel if he or she is not already enchanted by the angel. On several occasions, humans and their angels have indeed lived in harmony and been able to have a romantic relationship.
Joanna, photographed with her owner in 1872 in Russia, lived a full life until she reported stolen. During their time together, according to a journal, the owner documented how the angel had been a gift and the behavior they shared. On only one account was there the actual statement that he loved her. She was taken five days after the journal entry, and two weeks later, her owner was dead though he had shown signs of illness. It was inferred that his death was the lost love for his angel had reported her returned affections before her untimely death.
However, according to a short editorial during 1923 in a small city in Australia, a man was kind and gentle with his angel, but she died in his arms. He wept that night for the loss of the sweet creature and the fact that he had been unable to return the gentle affection of her fragile heart.'
Finn was confused; the new information did not help him at all. There was no other choice than to truly find out what he was feeling for the sweet angel.
That night Finn climbed into his own bed instead of Kurt's, and the action granted him furrowed brows from Kurt. The lights had only been out for five minutes when Finn began to feel restless - empty. Crawling out of bed, he tapped Kurt gently on the shoulder.
"Can I sleep here?"
"What's wrong with your own bed?"
You're not in it
Finn mentally scolded himself for he didn't know if it was true feelings or simply the wising for a rebound. "It's cold in my bed," he whispered.
The angel shifted over, and that was enough of an invitation for Finn. Sliding under the warmth of the blankets, relief washed over Finn in a soothing sensation.
"Hmm?" His voice was thick with sleep.
Nothing. Goodnight," he crooked his head silently asking permission for a kiss, and Kurt reached up to meet his lips in a night time embrace before falling into dreamless sleep.
When he woke in the morning, Finn was met with the milky throat of his angel. His eyes darted, and Finn noticed white wings surrounded him as well as the sweet scent of the creature.
"Kurt?" The creature mumbled something incomprehensible, and Finn laughing kissing the beauty's neck. The breathing above him hitched, and Finn paused for a moment surprised at the sudden reaction considering he hadn't even come close to touching his smooth pleasured back.
The boy glanced up to see Kurt's slightly parted lips, and he stroked them idly. For first time, Kurt leaned forward to hesitantly touch his lips to Finn's.
Finn didn't push the creature further; he allowed Kurt to take the lead kissing him back softly. Brushing back a piece of brown hair, Kurt mewed, and his white wings fell around them, a blanket hiding a child during a game of hide-and-seek.
"Wait," Finn pulled away breathing heavily. In response, Kurt instantly moved off of the boy to sit silently on the edge of the bed. Without an explanation, Finn went to his computer before fear began to settle in.
'What does it mean when an angel begins to initiate physical contact?' Finn clicked on the first link that appeared.
'A common symptom of a falling angel is physical contact being initiated by the creature first.'
Finn didn't need to read further, and he was shaken to his very core. "He is going to die because of me," he mumbled brokenly to himself, and he ran upstairs to see Kurt standing idly by the French doors. Just as he reached to the beautiful creature, the doorbell rang, so with a heavy sigh, Finn answered the door.
"Is this the Hummel residence?" Finn nodded. "Is your father or mother home?" A shake of the head answered the question.
"Do you want me to tell them you came by or
"No, that's quite alright. I'll come by some other time." The strange nameless man walked away without another word but not before looking over Finn's shoulder for a split subject.
"Who was that?" Kurt asked quietly.
"I don't know. He didn't leave a name or number, but he asked if our parents were home.
He looked really familiar."
Kurt chewed his plush bottom lip, but he remained silent. White ruffled, and Finn could nearly visualize the beauty back on his bed dying because of a hopeless love. The returning idea spiked his pulse, and the panicked boy rushed to the angel's side.
"Kurt, I'm scared," his eyes darted around the room avoiding the wide oceanic eyes filled to the brim with concern.
But the creature calmly cupped his cheeks and forced eye contact. "What is it, Finn? What's wrong?"
"Don't die, Kurt," he breathed, but Kurt's face as well as his hands fell away.
"That is not my decision," he went to turn back to his post, but Finn halted him. "Yes?"
Finn just gapped. Words failed to formed and cover the silence, so he mumbled something about homework. Unfortunately for Finn, he didn't get time to relax his mind for Kurt followed him down before asking permission to use the computer.
"You don't need to ask," Finn answered.
Only a few minutes of quiet past until Kurt turning back to Finn, a stunned appearance plagued his face. "Why have you been doing so much research on angels?"
His mouth was a flapping fish, and he had no answer for Kurt. Why did he want to know; why did he care?