Kurt walked out of the small cabin into the snowing winter. Snowflakes sparkled in the sunlight and fell onto him, melting quickly away before another round followed. The boy didn't seem to care much of it, preferring to look at the apple in his hands instead. It glistened in the sunlight, and the boy's breath came in cold mists in the even colder morning.
A bird chirped nearby, announcing a early days beginning, waking up the others in the forest. Kurt lowered his dark cloak's hood. His face was pale and his hair brown. Even with chestnut hair, others often mocked him with the name "snow white" for his porcelain features, at least it was better than the other things people call him. The wind blew quietly in his direction, urging but failing to get a reaction from the boy.
Instead, the boy began to trudge gracefully in the deep snow toward the deep forest. The forest itself was full of pine-trees, or winter trees, as many like to call them, due to it's ability to live through the cold winter days in the same condition. They seemed to all welcome Kurt, leaving a pathway for him to walk. The forest was no stranger to Kurt, and nor is Kurt to the forest. The boy had travelled in and out of the place for ages. No harm has yet come to him except memories and threats from the outside world. He closed his eyes for a second, as if to embrace the serene moment before opening them again, flashing a startling glaze colour.
Animals around him began to look for the owner of the footprints in the snow before finding him and walking along. A loved deer followed him. Bambi, Kurt called him. He strokes the deer's ears now gently with a soft hand. The rabbits moved to form a protective stance around him. He picked up the rabbits carefully in his hands and placed them behind him, as to protect them instead. But they all thought that there were rarely any commotion in the forest.
A slow witch like laugh erupted out of no where and fear flashed across the boy's face. He lightly pushed for the animals to leave, but they wouldn't budge, not until Kurt showed pleading eyes at them were they to leave, with sad fearful eyes. Kurt looked as the creature before him appeared. He recognized this face, from his nightmares and memories, terrors and past fears. The boy before Kurt smirks evily.
"I thought I sent my team to hunt you down, snow white, kill you? With no doubt they didn't. " Karofsky said, changing demeanors, he glared, "I shall finish the job then, last words dear Kurt?" A silence followed before Kurt spoke.
"I don't see what you have against me. It's not me to blame for the way your kingdom turned out. Nor your life or mine." Kurt said. The wind blew harsh now. The brunette ignored the stinging feeling on his face and the fear within.
"You are much to blame! Very much! You've destroyed me! It's all YOUR fault!" Karofsky yelled. He raised a knife before throwing it across, a boy screams in the morning, and silence only beholds.
***
Across the kingdom, another boy stands still. Though their stories very different, both were meant to be. This boy had curly black hair that was gelled down and possessed a charming look. His hands were held behind his firm back and his honey gold eyes glistened. The sun was covered by light clouds and the wind continued to blow, but the boy had a white blazer with a red stripe across to block the winter air. His expression was deep in thought, even when a boy in similar uniform walked in.
"Blaine. We are ready for your journey to find your love, you must-" The Asian boy, Wes, paused, realising that Blaine wasn't listening. "Just because you're the prince doesn't mean you can ignore us." Wes said, annoyed. He was the right hand man for Blaine, also his best friend, but that doesn't really count in terms of his power. Blaine looked up at him, surprised.
"Oh, I am so sorry, I wasn't quite concentrating. What was that again?" Blaine asked. Wes casted an annoyed glance and stepped back in through the balcony door.
"Your journey is ready." He yelled.
Blaine snapped out of his trance and hurried to get ready. Grabbing a small bag of belongings, he moved downstairs to meet the group of travellers in the stables with their horses. The wind blew the balcony window closed shut.
***
The band of boys set their camp for the first day when a fellow boy yelled for everyone to come over, having claimed to have found a body. The group hurried over, not hesitating for a second to try and help this stranger as soon as possible. When the group, leaded by Blaine, found the yelling boy, they looked startled at the ground. Most startled of all was Blaine. The unconscious boy on the ground was wearing a cloak, of which covered most of his face, but not enough to disguise the beauty behind it.
"My prince Blaine, for I like girls, yet I find this man to possess astounding looks..." David, Blaine's other best friend said. Blaine remained silent, leaning down on one knee beside the boy rather. He gently moved the cloak from the boys face and held in a breath. His eyes widened at the flawless face before him, and others behind him followed, with gasps. Blaine carried the boy off the snow and realised with dread how cold he was. He could hear his heart beating faster as he looked longer at the boy. It wasn't possible to fall in love with his gender's people...right?
***
Kurt woke up with a pain in his head and a stinging pain in his shoulder. It wasn't terribly hurt, and Kurt opened his eyes to the blinding sunlight. A boy was yelling beside him and other's followed. A particularly charming boy leaned down near him. He looked at Kurt and Kurt shuffled away. He looked at the boys suspiciously and Blaine's smile faltered.
"Who are you? What am I doing here? Leave me alone!" Kurt said. He was awfully defensive and distressed, Blaine looked at the boy's swirling eyes, sad from that he has distressed the boy.
"I am Blaine." Blaine said. He was quite modest about his position as a prince. Kurt looked away from them and at his arm. His eyes softened quickly. He couldn't feel a lot of pain, but still some stinging, so he knew that it wasn't majorly injured.
"I must go." Kurt said. " But thank you all." He added. He properly looks at Blaine and notices his warm eyes and charming features. Kurt was lost in the boy for a second before shaking his head and repeating that he must go. Blaine stopped him with pleading eyes and Kurt knew that he was in love with the boy.
"And thou find his true love, at age seventeen when, he will finally be loved. " The fairy bowed and left a young Kurt alone, with dead parents.
Blaine moved closer and kissed Kurt, and it was as if fireworks went off. The boys were lost in their own world as Kurt began kissing back. When they parted they looked at each other.
"I think I love you..." Kurt breathed.
"I know I do." Blaine said.
"So, my name's Kurt Hummel, I guess I am new here..."
