Author's note: one thing you have to understand, while this is a tangled fusion it's not tangled, there will be minimum singing (shocking really considering both of the fandoms) and there are no animal sidekicks. That's all.

I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this, any of this.

Genre would be magical realism I think.

A few of the lines, specifically one's said by Blaine's mother are taken from the film (only because they're amazing and also fit her character very well)

The song is "Are we there yet?" by Ingrid Michaelson.

I own nothing, at all.

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He'd never planned on leaving. He knew how unsafe the outside world was, he'd been told many times how dangerous it was. The outside world had thieves and murders, hate and misery. In the outside world, people would hunt him down for his voice. They'd try to hurt him.

And though he loved some of the things he'd heard about. Though he wanted to feel the grass beneath his feet, the rain in his hair, though he wanted to run and play. To be normal and for once not lonely.

He just couldn't let go of the bad, of all that he'd been told.

No, it would take something special to get him to leave. Something worth all of the risks and harm. It would take something amazing to make him leave his tower and his mother.

Something amazing did happen.

Or rather someone amazing.

Kurt.

Blaine has never jumped in a pile of leaves, has never dug his toes into sand or let the sound of the waves slowly roll over him. He's never been in a car and the concept of planes terrify him. He's never felt blades of grass against his feet. He has never jumped from a swing when it gets just the right height. He's never seen a real movie, not one in a theater in sticky seats with a bucket full of popcorn.

And Blaine has never left home.

As far back as he can remember, in all nearly sixteen years of life he's never done a single one of these things.

It's not that bad. Not really. He has his home and his mother, he has his book and the small tv. He has the stars in the sky and the setting sun. He has everything he needs.

It's not that bad.

Really.

For the small. reasonable list of things Blaine has never done, there are many more that he has. He's done everything important anyway.

He thinks.

Crossing over into the list of things that he hasn't done, there are only two minimal things that Blaine can never do.

The first is that he can never leave the tower. Blaine is not allowed to step even a single foot outside, he's never touched the tall grass surrounding it. He doesn't know why he's not allowed to leave, but the rules are in place for his own protection and he has to follow them.

The second is just as important. It is the reason he must stay inside, the reason for all the other rules and the reason that he needs protection from the rest of the world (the cruel, strange world that lay outside the tower.) Blaine must not sing. He cannot sing when he is alone and he cannot sing at all when anyone could hear. He's only allowed to sing when his mother comes to visit, and only then.

The rules keep him safe. He knows that. Without them the outside world would have gotten him a long time ago. He knows Mother worries about him, sometimes too much. He knows all of this but.

But sometimes he wishes she wouldn't. He's not so young anymore, he's not a little kid and he wants to prove that to her. He wants to show her who he is. (If only he knew who that was.)

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The Tower got it's name because of it's shape. It had built over a hundred years ago and the original owner had wanted privacy, he'd wanted to be left alone and had set to building his home as far away from the rest of the city as possible. His Tower's final resting place came in the form of a massive forest.

After all one definitely wanted privacy from something at least if they hid their home in a forest, miles away from the nearest city.

To blend in with the rest of the trees he'd made the house go up in length instead of widening. He'd made it out of stone and wood, until it nearly blended in with the rest of the forest.

By the time Blaine's mother had found it, it had been abandoned for many years and was in need of more repairs than she could count. She'd fixed it all up by hand, building and repairing whatever needed it. She'd fixed the windows, and the paint, she'd planted new trees near it and had cleared out the weeds.

The one thing she hadn't fixed was the broken door. Instead she'd replaced, boarding up the space with new strong pieces of wood.

The Tower was finally safe. She and Blaine were as safe from harm as she could possible make them and she'd smiled as she sealed herself and the baby inside.

-Line break-

The sky was pitch black as a shrouded figure approached the still tower. The forest was near dead asleep and it had taken her most of the day to make the trip. She paused when she was a few feet away, her feet were sore and tired from what had been nearly an entire days walk.

It took her a few minutes to regain her breathing, or at least try. For the past half hour she'd felt her control slipping away as it became harder to breathe and harder to think clearly. Already she could feel her life starting to slip away.

Pressing her hands to her shirt she could feel a stain against it and she knew it was blood. If she pressed harder then she'd feel the accursed wound, she could already smell the blood. Feel the metallic taste of it in her mouth.

"Blaine, I'm here. Blaine!" Sometimes she thought this boy would be the death of her.

Impatiently waiting she saw a light appear and then another before Blaine's face appeared at the window. She thought she saw him smile before the window was pushed open and a rope was tossed down.

Carefully she wrapped it around herself. Over the years he'd grown strong, and now she relied on him to get inside instead of how she had before he'd become stronger. She knew Blaine hadn't understood how she got in but he never questioned it. Her obedient boy.

Within minutes she was pulled safely inside and her feet touched the stone floor. "Mother." Blaine greeted warmly, happily. "How was your trip into the city?"

She frowned at him, eyes straying to the large grandfather clock in the center of the 'living room'. "Blaine, don't mumble. You know how I feel about the mumbling."

Blaine sighed. "Sorry mother." he apologized.

His mother smiled at him uneasily. "It's alright pet. Why don't we go into the living room? You can sing me a nice song and I'll tell you about my trip into the city."

Blaine nodded and she followed him into the dusty living room, sitting down in a broken-in armchair. Blaine glanced at her once more before grabbing her hand and then he began to sing. "They say you're really not somebody, until somebody else loves you, Well I am waiting to make somebody, somebody soon."

He didn't have to sing a specific song; and he usually just sang whatever he wanted unless mother requested something. There was no incantation or chant needed. It just happened whenever he sang. All of it; the glow, the healing, everything happened whenever he sang and for that Blaine was kept in the tower, away from the rest of the world.

All because of a song.

"Thank you Blaine." she said and she pulled the hood off, carefully touching her face. She relaxed as she felt the smooth unbroken skin, and when Blaine wasn't looking she double checked by gently pressing her hands against her stomach, coming back without a single trace of blood.

"Will you tell me about your trip now?" he asked quietly, sitting on the floor near the armchair.

She waved a hand dismissively. "It wasn't that exciting but I'll tell it to you if you really want me to." she looked over at him and continued. "The weather was terrible, though I expected it to be, there's a storm heading our way soon."

"When I reached the city my money was nearly stolen twice, and I only had enough to buy you a new jacket and food for the next week and a half."

Blaine looked guiltier and guiltier as she continued and by the end of the story his face was more apologetic than she'd ever seen it be. "I'm sorry for all the trouble you went through mother."

She patted his arm sympathetically, a worn-out smile on her face. "It's fine Blaine, I went because I love you."

"I love you more mother." Blaine said, still thinking of the shirt and the food and the harsh long trip into the city.

In the dim light of the candles, her smile almost liked sharper, as if she'd had fangs. "I love you most."

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His mother stayed for nearly three more days, leaving only right before the storm hit. She smiled as she left and promised to come back in less than a week, with more canned food and blankets because it was starting to get colder and when the weather became harsher it would be nearly impossible to get to the tower.

Blaine watched her until she faded into the forest, disappearing into a sea of green and pitch-black night. Watching the only person he had leave even for good reasons, was the worst part of living in the tower.

He was so tired of being lonely. He was constantly alone and he hated it. The lack of people, the lack of space, the lack of everything.

Blaine blew out the candles in the 'living room' and 'kitchen' leaving the only light in the tower being the small candle he carried in his hand. Quietly, the tower was always quiet, Blaine made his way to his room.

Didn't he deserve to be not alone? For as long as he could remember he'd always been alone. The one constant of his life was just the tower, with his mother flittering in between.

Blaine set the last candle on the wooden table next to his bed and blew it out, encasing the tower in complete darkness, with not even the light of the moon, blocked by the storm clouds, to peak in.

Completely alone.

Well I am wanting to make somebody somebody soon, Blaine thought before letting himself fall asleep, thoughts of loneliness and somebodies still spinning around in his head.

"Mother, why can't I go outside?" He is young. Maybe five or six, maybe even as old as seven, and he still has not learned the truth. He spends most of his days looking outside. Right now he's completely amazed with the fresh grass and the bright blue sky.

Mother why can't I go outside? Mother why do I have to stay here? Please mother?

She looked over at him, a frown on her face. "You know why you can't go outside."

He shook his head, "No mother I don't. I know I have to stay in but why?"

For a long time or what seems like a long time to him, she doesn't say anything, she doesn't even move. She's almost scarily still and silent until she makes up her mind. "If I tell you why, and I will only tell you why once, then you must never ask me to leave again."

"Thank you mother." he says excitedly but she stops him by raising a single hand.

"Do we have a promise pet?"

He always keeps his promises. always. and this has to be big, it has to be something really big or else mother would have told him, but he wants to know. He needs to know why he can't go outside.

"I promise mother."

She tells him later that night, when he is half-asleep and tucked into bed. "Once upon a time there was a very special little boy." He smiled at that part, because nearly all of her stories started that way. "The little boy was special, he could do something no one else ever could and to keep him safe, safe away from a violent and dangerous world, his mother kept him hidden. Kept him safe."

He sat up, leaning against her. Dangerous? Violent? He barely knew what those words were. In the world of his tower they're was little need for them. "why was it dangerous?"

She petted his hair, voice quiet, almost distant as she spoke. "Because pet. the world is filled with violent and dangerous people. People who steal and lie and cheat, people who murder other people. Dangerous, bloodthirsty people, who kill others for no reason-" she presses a hand against her chest, trying to calm herself down. She is fine, she is okay.

"Mother?" he's looking at her in concern, wide hazel eyes and she gives him a weak smile.

"I'm fine, I just don't like talking about such things especially with a young child." she laughed at his indignant look. "Yes you still count as a child. After all only children like hearing bedtime stories."

He rolled his eyes. "Mother! Just continue please?"

"so impatient. Maybe I should stop? No? well I did promise to tell you after all." she took another breath and when she was sure she was calm enough and in control enough she continued. "And yes while the world is dangerous and violent and completely unsafe it's not just enough reason to keep you here. That's only part of it. When you were younger something happened."

"what? What happened?"

"This was before we lived in the tower, and yes there was a time, a very small amount of the time when we didn't live in the tower but I could only handle the city for so long and after what happened I knew I needed a better home to protect you."

"Mother! What happened?" he asked excitedly and he flushed, when he realized he had yelled. "Sorry mother."

"You were very young, still just a baby and I was alone. This was just after your father had died and I was so tired from working and taking care of you. I always made sure to lock all the doors and windows though, no matter how tired I was. Always. Somehow though they still got into the house."

She heard him breathe in sharply, "Someone came into our house?"

"Yes pet, a bad person. A very bad person. Two very bad people in fact. A man and a woman. The man was searching for things to sell. In the city they always trade stolen goods, breaking into the houses of the elderly and the poor. The woman however didn't want gold or jewels, she didn't want cash or any other valuable. She just wanted one thing-—you."

Suddenly frightened, he grabbed her hand, getting as close to her as he possibly could. "Somehow she knew about you. About what could happen when you sang, well at the time it wasn't when you sang but when someone sang when touching you, even just merely holding you would make it work."

"What happened to the bad woman, mother?" he asked scared, worried about the woman and the man trying to break into the tower. He imagined them having sharp pointy claws and bloody fangs. "she's not still trying to steal me is she?"

"I managed to keep you safe, and after that I found the tower. I kept you safe. And the woman won't find you, I promise you pet she won't ever find you."

He relaxed though he was still holding her hand. "Mother I don't think I want to hear anymore of this story."

She paused. "If that's what you want then fine pet. Just remember that it's over with, you're safe as long as you stay in this tower."

He shuddered glancing out the window. "I won't ever leave the tower mother, I promised and I don't want to be out there. It sounds scary."

"It is scary, pet but you'll always have me to protect you and you'll always have our home." and then she sat up, stretching out the kinks in her bones. She was so tired from speaking and talking about such things. She hated even thinking about it but he'd made her. "I love you, pet."

"Mother?" he said quietly when she was almost out of the room, hand on the door.

She paused, leaning against it. "Yes?"

"I love you more." he said earnestly, sincerely because he had no one else to love and so he'd given it all to her.

She smiled at him, still a child, and still so young. Still so easy. It would get harder, everything always got harder and more horrible as the years went by. "I love you most."

For now it was still easy enough, for right now he still listened to her.

Blaine kept waking up throughout the night because of the storm. It was one of the worst storms he'd ever seen and it went on for two days without stop. By the time it ended he'd almost thrown himself into a panicking thinking the tower would fall down.

He was just panicking of course but what would he have done if the tower had actually fallen? It was so inconceivable to even think about. He'd be lost without the tower, it was his only home.

The inside of the house wasn't very damaged though the wind had knocked over one of his bookshelves and a table in the 'living room'. He didn't bother checking the outside of the tower, there was no point to it.

It was while cleaning the last part of the bookshelf that he heard it. The sound of scratching. Blaine thought he was just imagining it at first. He was tired from the storm and he was alone, so it wasn't completely unreasonable to hear what sounded like scratching.

When it happened again he figured it was just a bird or squirrel. Animals were common during the daylight though by nightfall they'd all but vanished.

Blaine paused and stood, book still in hand. The sound, whatever it was, was getting closer, becoming louder until he realized it wasn't scratching but something else entirely. Something he'd never heard before.

Blaine looked around, trying to find something to defend himself with. What was he supposed to do? The tower was supposed to be safe. It had to be safe. The tower was safe.

Blaine looked at the book in his hand and sighed. Shakespeare's complete works volume one would have to be good enough. Glancing over at the window and hearing the continued scratching sound, he got ready, the book raised over his head as he tried not to panic.

The scratching stopped as hands came into view, and within seconds someone was pushing themselves in through the window, they landed gracefully on the floor and without even thinking about it Blaine struck out, succeeding in actually hitting the person through a mix of fear and nervousness than real skill.

The person went down. hard, though that might have been because their head hit the hard stone floor instead of Blaine's hit.

Blaine frowned frustrated and still nervous as he moved closer to the unconscious person. "Did I kill him?" what if he killed him? He'd accidentally killed someone. But it wasn't his fault, they'd broken into the tower, they had come into his home. What was he supposed to do?

Blaine crouched down as his curiosity quickly overcame his fear. He felt that he deserved to at least look at this person who'd broken into his home. And besides he had to get at least a bit closer to see if he'd killed him or not. let it be the latter option.

The man, or maybe boy, he couldn't tell how old the person was, but he was at least as old as Blaine. The boy had pale skin and light brown hair, he was tall and almost painfully skinny and as this was only the second person Blaine had ever seen, he wondered if this was common. He wanted to know what color his eyes were. Were they hazel like his or green like his mother's? What did he sound like? Did he like singing? Did he have friends? Did he just have a mother?

There was so much he wanted to know, so little he didn't know.

The boy just looked so different, so weird, but Blaine thought he liked it. He was reassured to the boy's status as living by the rise and fall of his chest.

And then the boy started to wake up, moaning and blinking open his eyes and Blaine panicked all over again, calmness and curiosity completely gone. He raised the book again and the boy was out like a light.

Blaine sighed, looking at the ruffled-crinkled pages of his book and the boy passed out on the floor. "That could have worked out better."

-chapter one end-