AN: The song Outlaws Of Love, which is what the title was inspired by is a song that is going to be on Adam Lambert's second album as song that really reached out to me and I wrote this the first moment I have heard it a few months back. I shall put a link up for those who are interested in listening to the song after reading this story.

This fiction is mainly AU that is why my Blaine is the way he is, just so you all know. I also do not in any way what so ever own Glee or any of the characters in Glee that might be mentioned in this fanfiction or even the lyrics which belong to Adam Lambert, however the story line of this fiction itself is purely my work and my work alone.

Outlaws of Love

Chapter 1: Always on the run

A boy with unkempt curly hair stood outside of the door to his home with a confused and hurt expression on his face. Snow swirled around him, clinging to his clothes and wet the curls that are now clinging to his face as a gusty wind rushed past him making him shiver on this cold December night. But that was the last thing on his mind. His gut hurt and his heart clenched involuntary as he stole a glance into the long bay windows of his house seeing his parents glaring at him from where he stood.

They threw me out.
I have no where to go.
They don't want me.Blaine thought to himself, ignoring his father as he drew the bay window curtains to a close. Shutting him, his son... his only son out and that's when it hit him...

I have no where to go.

Oh, nowhere left to go.
are we getting closer, closer?
no, all we know is no.
nights are getting colder, colder.

His mind continued to race as his fathers words echoed through his ears; things like abomination, worthless, fagot, and waste of life. Only one stung, and only one can change the way his fathers views about him.

I thought they were supposed to love me no matter what?Blaine thought to himself as another gust of cold air rushed by.

"Well. I guess I was wrong." he mumbled miserably to himself backing away into the darkness of the night, tears escaping his eyes...once he promised he wouldn't let fall.

Hey.
tears all fall the same.
we all feel the pain
we can't change.

Kurt Hummel ducked through the halls with his head down like any other day. Minding his own business, and keeping to himself. He has distanced himself from everyone. Skipped Glee Club, and even ditched some classes. He has been miserable and completely alone. No one can understand the pain he goes through and how he suffers. People see the way he is tormented and abused but they just turn away; how is that even fair?

Because life isn't fair.

His mind answered sheepishly as he continued to walk down the hall way, walking straight into Dave Krafosky.

"Don't faeries teach you how to walk lady face?" the jock questioned with a huff before launching him into a set of lockers forcefully knocking the wind out of the smaller boy.

"Well aren't you going to answer me?" Kurt didn't he just clenched his messenger bag close to his chest, fighting the tears that dared to fall down his face. As soon as Karofsky turned down the hall Kurt scattered to his feet, rushing out of the exit, rushing out of the school...wandering

everywhere we go
i'm lookin' for the sun.
nowhere to grow old.
and always on the run.
they say we'll rot in hell
but i don't think we will
they've branded us enough
outlaws of love.

He just kept his feet moving and next thing he knew it was dark, and he was in the park, shivering from the cold. No one was around, and fresh snow was starting to fall.

He debated going back,
going back to face his father...

Oh gaga he'll be disappointed if he hears I cut schoo-"

There was a cough, making Kurt pause dead in his tracks and in his thoughts.

"I-is anyone there?"

"N-n-o.." a strangled out voice called.
"J-j-just go away."

Kurt frowned following the voice on the other side of the fountain.

What he seen made his mouth drop.

There was a boy just about his age.

Clothes damp, ripped..and it looks like he hasn't eaten or showered in days.

Bruises and blood battered his skin, and he shivered

"Oh my god what happened to you?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth as he rushed to the other boys side.

"A-a-a couple of g-guys they seen me and and they j-just beat me up." the boy shivered, and clenched his side.

"Where do you live?" Kurt pressed again.
"I'll take you home, or I can take you to the hospital."

"D-don't have a... a.. my parents threw me out." he whispered shamefully.

Kurt didn't want to press into the details of why he was thrown out, that wasn't for him to know.

"Where are you from, is there anywhere else you can go?"

The other male coughed again, attempting to sit up.

"W-w-westerville, no.. no where to go." he lied, he didn't want to bother his friends, and the rest of his family probably hated him as well by now.

Kurt's eyes widened "You wandered all the way from Westerville to Lima... are you nuts? Can you walk?"

"N-no..I-I don't think so,I can't feel my legs." Kurt could feel tears stinging in his eyes for the wrecked boy next to him.

"Oh..o-okay."
"I'll take you to my house, my-my dad can help..." he stated convincingly as he choked on the tears.

Who would do this to someone.for the second time today Kurt found himself thinking that this isn't fair. It isn't fair at all.

scars make us who we are
hearts and homes are broken, broken.
far, we could go so far
with our minds wide open, open.

Kurt held the other male clenched to his chest in attempt to keep him warm as he walked out of the park and down the street to his home. The other boy wrenched and trembled against him. Kurt couldn't even bother to think or dwell over the fact that he was getting blood on his designer clothes. He couldn't. He was worried, worried for the person within his arms. The boy was a stranger, but yet...he feels as if he as so much more in common with him then he was leading himself to think.

His feet lead him down the familiar path.
His mind was still racing,
it was quiet...
Kurt looked down.

Tortured brown eyes were closed, and his head was resting peacefully on Kurt's chest. Kurt's face softened.
Past all the dirt, and cuts... the boy looked a lot less stressed then he did before almost peaceful.
Kurt smiled at that a little.
He was going to fix this if this was the last thing he was going to do.

His feet made it onto his front porch step.

Well this is going to be a problem.he thought as he looked at his occupied hands.

"Finn...Dad! Carole.." he called loudly, kicking the door.

There was shuffling heard outside, then the door swung open and his father and Carole appeared by his side.

"Kurt where on earth where yo-" Burt started but his eyes fell on what his son was carrying.

"Kurt honey, what happened?" Carole pressed softly, taking a few steps closer.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know." Kurt said almost to quickly, tears filling his eyes.

"I ran out of school cause Karfosky pushed me into the lockers again, I just wandered around until I ended up in the park and I found him. He was kicked out from home, someone beat him up, he looks like he hasn't eaten in days, hes wet, hes dirty.. and I just felt really bad." he rushed in one breath.

Burt and Carole exchanged a glance.

"Well just don't stand there outside in the cold bring him in." Burt huffed, making room for his son and the unknown guest to get inside of the house.

Kurt made his way inside. Calling out directions as soon as he set the sleeping boy onto the couch.

"Finn." he directed staring at his confused brother.

"Go down into my room and grab me a pair of my pajamas, a warm pair alright."

"Carole." he directed her next.
"Get the first aid kit out of the bathroom, I don't know what all is wrong but I should at least clean the wounds a bit."

"Dad," he looked up at his father who was standing in the middle of the room looking concerned.
"Grab all the blankets you could get, and could you maybe make some soup? Or something warm."

"I'll do my best kiddo." he stated, and everyone then went off to do their own things.

Carole came by first with the first aid kit and wash cloths.
Kurt went in right away and took out the peroxide and a cloth, running it along the boys cuts and scars cleaning the dirt and cleaning the blood off of his face, his arms. The boy didn't even flinch. He cleaned all that he could clean without taking off his clothes.

Finn popped into the room with the pair of pajamas that Kurt instructed him to get, but he paused.

"Uh..Kurt. The dude is sort of asleep, how are you like.. .getting these things on him?"

Kurt glared at him.

"Finn. He is wet and cold... he was wandering out there for days. He walked from Westerville Finn..WESTERVILLE. So that means he has been out there for a few days. If he is asleep I'll put them on him myself. He could die you know. He could have pneumonia

Finn backed up..
"Okay dude I was just asking, it's kind of weird you know."

"Finn." he snapped.
"I know it's weird but... we really don't have a choice will you just give me the pajamas." he pressed growing impatient. Finn handed him the pajamas and quickly rushed out of the room.

Kurt huffed staring at the beat up soul before him.
You can do this. Kurt thought to himself.
It isn't weird... it's helping him.
But then he sees all the dirt and he sighed staring at his pajamas.
He would want a shower. But I'm not going to do that much, he can take one when he gets up I guess.

Shrugging and giving a silent farewell to his favorite pajamas he dropped back down onto his knees and began pulling the wet and tattered t-shirt off of the other male and discarding it with a thump onto the floor. He didn't look up. He continued quickly popping the button of his pants, and pulling down the fly and quickly removing those as well.

Shit I totally forgot about the factor of boxers. Ugh.. are they wet, do I even want to know. I couldn't do this much, that is totally invading someones privacy.

"Daaaaaaaaad." Kurt called, a blush making it's way onto his cheeks as the older male strolled into the room dropping blankets over the side of the couch.

"I- I..I don't know what to do." Kurt stammered clutching his pajamas in hand.

"He needs to be in dry clothes, he could get sick..if he isn't already..b-but..."

"Look. I think I know what you're talking about and if you gotta do it you gotta do it."

"Alright." he mumbled under his breathe.

"Finn." he called for his brother again, who only came partly to the door.

"Can...can you just throw me a pair of my boxers will ya... you don't have to come in you know..just throw it into the room."

Finn nodded and came back in a flash, throwing the boxers into the middle of the floor.

Kurt retrieved them and closed his eyes as he pulled off the other pair and threw them onto the floor as well before sliding on the fresh pair.

"Alright... now that, that is done.." he put on the rest of the pajamas and grabbed the blankets wrapping the blankets around him and all he knows is that this is going to be a long night.

hey
tears all fall the same
we all feel the rain
we can't change.

everywhere we go
i'm lookin' for the sun.
nowhere to grow old.
and always on the run.
they say we'll rot in hell
but i don't think we will
they've branded us enough
outlaws of love.

outlaws of love.

outlaws of love."

AN: This was originally written as a one-shot for my deviant art account but I ended wanting to do more with it and a lot of other people who wanted me to do more with it, so I decided to make it into a multi-chapter fiction. I really hope you all read it, enjoy it, and favorite it if you like it. Tell me what you think, your feedback means so much to me.

PS:
NOVEMBER 8TH ARE YOU READY FOR THAT PEOPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!