The Porcelain Boy

Chapter 5. Hummel Residents

A/N: Woahhh, It's been forever on this story. Anyway's, This was a bit fasted typed it was technically done but wasn't published yet, Please let me know if you find a spelling mistake or something that just looked funky because that would be a big help. I'll have to edit later. Thank you!

Enjoy!

Blaine and his father left the car and Phil took his son's arm and walked to Mr. Hummel's front door step.

When they reached the doorstep standing underneath a 'welcome' doormat, phil crouched in front of his son looking at him in warning.

"Alright son, since we're here I'm going to set some rules. You are to be on your best behavior no matter what. Got it?"

The child nodded and kept his eye contact,his curly hair was frizzy and his father smoothed it out gently. The man stood and knocked on Mr. Hummel's door.

Moments later, Phil looked down at his son finding him on his hands and knees, trapping a roly poly with his tiny hands. The boy gasped in excitement and tried to pick it up, but got his arm pulled by his father.

"Blaine!" He harshly whispered. "What-"

The door opened and Blaine's father dropped his arm smoothly, putting a gentle hand on his little shoulder.

Phil gave a friendly smile and took a look at his old partner in crime, Burt Hummel.

"Burt, How's it going." Phil said. And the other man nodded slowly.

"Alright."

Phil smiled and looked down at his son.

"This is my son. You remember Blaine don't you?" He asked Burt and picked up his son.

"Of course, How can I forget. I was their when the kid was born. I'm surprise he's still breathing..."

Phil's smile fell and set his kid down sliding down his side without breaking contact. There was a intense silence, Until it was broken. "I've brought a friend of mine and his fiancè."

"You what?."

Phil laughed. "Blaine, Go run off and play for a bit."

"It's dangerous-" Burt tried to explain but rudely got cut off.

"The boy will be fine, Can I come in?"

Burt moved to the side of the door making room for Paul to pass through. "Yeah, Man sure."

"Lovely."

Blaine was left in the front, He looked around. He walked back to the car, and slowly stopped as it looked like the couple were fighting. He didn't know what to do at this point, Then he saw A deer, Blaine was always A fan of Bambi; his face brightened with glee and choose to follow the animal. Halfway within the woods, The boy lost sight of the deer and became lost.  A cold wind raced across the surrounding fields of wild grass, He sighed up through the branches of cherry trees and rattled the thick leaves. Sometimes a cherry would break loose, tumble in the gale, fall and split, filling the night with its fragrance. The air was iron and loam and growth.

The boy walked and tried to pull these things into his lungs, the silence and coolness of them.

Little gusts of sunshine blew, strangely bright, and lit up the at the wood's edge, under the hazel-rods, they spangled out bright and yellow. And the wood was still, stiller, but yet gusty with crossing sun. Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs. The boy became scared, lost?