In all children stories, a boy and a girl learn life lessons and grow up. They take on the world and take whatever is thrown at them. This story is somewhat different. It tells the story of not one boy but two.
Everyone in storybooks and in life eventually grow up. But this isn't that kind of story. This is a kind of story about a boy who never grows up and during his life meets a very interesting person.
This is the story of Blaine.
Having running away from home at the age of seventeen, Blaine Anderson roamed the streets of Bloomsbury, England on a cold and dreary night. Not having a coat, he shivered as the cold wind touched his skin.
He walked as far as he could, away from his family. His face was stained with tears and his eyes red and puffy. Blaine felt so alone in this world. He hated not being loved by his family and expected to take over the family business. He never wanted that. All Blaine wanted was to be a boy and to always have fun. But his father didn't approve.
Charles Anderson was the manager of his own business. When he was a child he always told himself that he would create his own business not matter how hard it was, and so he did. His business handled a lot with trade across Europe and some in the United States, so needless to say he was a wealthy man.
Before long Charles married Lillian Donovan in his late twenties and short after that, they had their first and only child Blaine. Charles had big plans for Blaine and his future.
As Blaine grew older and saw what his dad's business consisted of, he realized that he really didn't want to take over when his father passed. He actually didn't want to work. Blaine was never a fan of working or going to school. Yes, he did rather well in his subjects but only because he wanted to make his father proud.
Charles never seemed to be ever proud of Blaine. He wanted so much more from his son. And as he reached his teen years he expected Blaine to become the man he wanted.
He was wrong.
"What do you mean you don't want to work for me?" Charles asked.
"I've been thinking a lot about this father and I've decided that I really don't want to work." Blaine said as simple as can be.
"And why on earth not?"
"I just want to be free you know. Try and live life the way I want it."
"Life is not always fair Blaine." Charles was getting frustrated with Blaine, "I expect you to be at the store around seven tomorrow. We are through with this discussion."
Blaine was confused. Did his father listen to a word he just said? "Father, I'm not going."
Charles looked up from his evening paper, "Yes you are." He said with a stern voice.
"Didn't you listen to anything I just said not five ago?"
"Yes, and you're just a boy. Life is not all fun and games Blaine."
Blaine stood up from his chair. "Father, I'm not this perfect little son of yours. I never was and never will be. Why can't you understand that I'm not like you? I don't want to take over your business. I don't want to be cooped up in an office and be sheltered for the rest of my life. I want to see the world and not care about work."
Charles then stood up from his chair and threw his paper down. "Blaine we are finished with this discussion."
"Why don't you ever listen to me?" Blaine yelled.
"No, I'm finished. I'm never going to be this perfect son of yours. You have to accept that and if you can't then…then."
"Then what Blaine?" Charles asked as he crossed his arms.
"What do you mean?"
Charles chuckled. "No you won't. You won't have anywhere to go or anyone."
Blaine turned around and began to walk towards the front door. "I don't care. It's better than here."
"Blaine, you walk out that door and you can forget coming back here."
Blaine stopped and turned around. He saw the little smirk that came across his father's face as he turned around.
"That's what I thought."
Blaine turned back around and opened the door. "Goodbye father." And Blaine shut the door behind him.
Which brings us to where we are now. Blaine had been walking for at least two hours. He was growing tired and his feet were killing him.
Ahead of him there was a small garden that was opened to the public. Blaine saw it and began to walk a little faster because he knew that garden would probably have bench or something.
As he approached the garden it only had one small bench that looked like it was about to fall apart. Blaine looked around small garden and gazed at the big weeping willow try. He decided that he would sleep there because the ground looked more comfortable than that broken bench.
Blaine collapsed on the ground. It was wet with dew and growing cold since the temperature was dropping. Blaine wrapped his arms around him, trying to stay warm.
Just then a big gust of wind blew towards Blaine cause him to shiver uncontrollably. He rolled under the tree more with his back turned trying to stay warm. He shut his eyes wishing that the wind would stop.
A few minutes later, the wind died down. Blaine opened his eyes and saw that he was completely under the tree. And suddenly, he felt sort of…warm. He looked around and saw a light coming from the other side of the tree. Blaine was confused so he decided to investigate.
Maybe its fire. He thought to himself. But to Blaine's surprise it was anything but.
He peeked around the trunk and saw not fire but a very small creature. Blaine thought he was dreaming.
The creature was holding its legs and was producing a very bright light. It had long blonde hair hand it looked like it was wearing leaves.
Blaine looked a little closer but his hand slipped causing him to fall on his face. The creature was frightened and quickly got up from its seating position. Just then, it sprouted wings.
"You're a…fairy?" Blaine said to himself.
The fairy still looked frightened. It was frozen in fear.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." Blaine said to the fairy soothingly. The fairy looked at Blaine a little confused and its wings.
"It's just…I've never seen a real live fairy before. You're quite beautiful."
The fairy smiled and turned a pinkish color. Blaine chuckled, "So you change color on how you feel I guess?"
The fairy nodded and took a few steps toward Blaine and bowed to him.
Blaine chuckled. "Is that a thank you?"
The fairy looked and nodded.
"Ok. Well I might as well introduce myself. I'm Blaine Anderson."
The fairy walked to Blaine and held out her hand. Blaine laughed and took his finger so the fairy could shake it.
"Do you have a name?" He asked her. The fairy shook her head no and her face fell.
"May I give you a name?" The creature's face light up and she started to fly though the air. She looked happy and excited. Blaine laughed as the fairy landed in his hand.
"Hmm…you are very warm and you kind of remind me of the sun. The only name that comes to my mind is…Iridessa.
The fairy looked at Blaine and simple smiled and nodded its head.
"Iridessa it is then." Blaine chuckled. "Um…Iridessa? You wouldn't know how to get out of this place would you?"
Iridessa nodded and jumped from Blaine's hand and began to float in the air. She motioned Blaine to follow her as she led him out of the tree.
As Blaine came out of the weeping willow tree he saw that the night sky had cleared up. He saw the full moon and the stars. Iridessa continued to fly towards the sky.
"Iridessa! Hey, where are you going? I can't fly you know." Blaine yelled toward her. Iridessa stopped and started to fly back to Blaine. She has a sad look on her face.
"I don't know where you want to take me. I would love to come with you but I cannot fly."
Iridessa leaned against her chin, thinking of something and someway Blaine could come with her. Just then, her face light up and a big, bright smile came upon her face. She began to fly around Blaine at a super-fast speed. Blaine wasn't able to see her as she was flying but he did feel strange. His body felt lighter and he felt like he could…do the impossible.
"Iridessa what are you…" Blaine gasped. He looked down to see that his feet were no longer on the ground. Blaine was flying. He was actually flying.
"Oh, Iridessa! You made me fly!" Blaine stated as he was floating in the air. The fairy just smiled at Blaine and waved him to follow her. Blaine did so and he was astounded to find out where she was taking him.
"Then what happened?" Rachel asked as she hugged her knees tight, intrigued at Kurt's story.
"Time for bed everyone." Carole, their mother, said from outside of their room.
"But mother, Kurt was just getting to the good part!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Mother is right Rachel. I'll tell you the rest in the morning." Kurt said as he went over to give Rachel a good night hug and kiss.
"Goodnight, my children." Carole said soothingly as she turned the small knob of the candle down.
Kurt smiled at her as he crawled into his bed and hugged his pillow tight. He loved to tell Rachel the stories of Blaine.
Also he wasn't the only one that did. Just outside their window was a figure standing against the wall with a smile on his face.
Blaine was so glad he came to hear the stories tonight.