I Don't Own Glee, nor do I own the original story I based this on
Have you ever heard of the story of the little match boy?
Well, it starts like this...
Once upon a time, in the villiage of Lender, a young boy named Kurt stood in the freezing winter air with merely a ratty cloak on top of his cloak. No need to say. He was freezing. He looked tired, and was shaking violently from the new years wind. He was only about sixteen.
His mother died from cancer when he was young and his father died from a heart attack, and Kurt was left to provide for himself. He was also gay, but if people didn't know, he didn't tell them, it would only make work harder to find.
He ended up working with a evil lady named Sue Sylvestor. She gave him barely enough to survive for him to sell matches, but it was the only work he had yet come across. He had to sell the matches by the end of the day, or else he would starve the day after.
He found a corner of the street where others in poverty lived. But as time passed, they were accepted in to homes, but no one took Kurt in. Not with his porcelain complexion and oddly feminine look. He grew lonelier and lonlier as time passed.
On New Years eve, Kurt was standing in the unmerciful winter air, attempting to sell his matches.
"S-sir! W-would you l-like to b-buy a couple of m-matches? M-madam? What a-about a few m-matches?" He would ask.
But even though he generally got a few sympathetic buyers, no one bought any matches that day, and as night fell, Kurt could feel a sense of doom.
With sad eyes, he trudged down the snow, looking into the windows of other's home. He envied the warm fire they had in their home, the joyous dinners, the christmas eve gifts, and their kind family.
The air blew a strong breeze across Kurt's face and brought him to reality. He wondered wondered when his fortune would come. If this wasn't enough, people like Karofsky would throw snarls at him.
Kurt gave up trying to find a good enough crowd, knowing that everyone was home. He passed by a window, where one of his friends was accepted. The home was warm and she was smiling at the gift her dads gave her. Of course, nobody really knew that they were gay, they never told anybody, and Kurt wasn't one to out someone.
He walked to an abandoned staircase and sat down, shuddering and attempting to warm himself. Not noticing that another boy was hiding behind the corner, looking at him. The boy had curley hair and a warm but sad smile. His name was Blaine Anderson. He watched as Kurt attempted to warm himself.
Rubbing his hands together, he muttered angrily at nothing before his eyes began watering. He couldn't go back to Sue, she was sure to yell at him, freezing here seemed like a better option.
Blaine watched as Kurt lit the first match, which quickly died out. Blaine could see in that second just how beautiful Kurt was, with his pale skin,brown hair, soft cheeks, and glaze...? eyes.
Blaine couldn't watch this sweet boy in front of him freeze to death. He could almost see him slowly falling asleep as he lit the second match before it died out. He panicked, he wasn't very positive that the boy would wake up if he fell completely asleep.
Kurt himself noticed a figure by the wall, but ignored the person, thinking it was merely a passing person. He felt himself began to lose vision but could see his mother's face when he lit the match, he continued to light the thrid match when the boy came over.
Blaine could here the boy mumble, " Mom..." and his heart broke. He walked right in front of Kurt, but didn't know whether Kurt was actually concious enough to understand him.
Kurt thought he saw a boy in front of him, but maybe it was all his imagination, "Hi?" Kurt mumbled.
"Hi. I am Blaine, are you alright? Let's get you to a warmer place." Blaine said, thinking this was no place for Kurt to heal. Rather the contrary. Kurt nodded and lifted the boy, supporting him with Kurt's freezing hand over his shoulder. The boy was surprisingly light. His hand shivering.
Blaine brought him to his house and let him rest, explaining the situation to his windowed but rich mother, who was kind and let Kurt stay.
Like that then, Kurt was accepted into a home.
