A/N: Hi guys! I'm back! After nearly 5 months of having no access to Word, I can finally write again! Just wanted you all to know that I didn't abandon my stories, I just wasn't able to update them because I didn't have Word. But I do now and I'll be getting back into it asap! Take something new as an apology. This is something I started writing by hand so the next chapter will be up as soon as I get it typed up! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own Glee but if I did, Blaine would transfer to a school in New York to continue to be with Kurt!

Burt Hummel paced he waiting room in the emergency department of Lima Memorial Hospital. He was distraught. He'd gotten the worse news that anyone could have gotten. His wife Elizabeth and their eight year old son Kurt had been in a terrible car accident. Elizabeth had unfortunately been killed on impact. Kurt had been rushed into lifesaving surgery it moment he'd arrived at the hospital. Burt was waiting to hear whether or not the operation would be a success.

It had been hours and still Burt could not sit still, pacing into the evening hours of the day.

Finally, as the clock struck eight in the evening, a doctor emerged. Burt had only to look at him to know the fate of his son and his knees gave way as he broke down in sobs.

"Mr. Hummel," the doctor said, placing a hand on the broken man's shoulder. "I am terriby sorry for your loss." Those words made it all more real. Kurt, like his mother was gone. "Perhaps you can find sympathy with this." Burt looked up with red-rimmed eyes. The doctor was holding out a white teddy bear. Its fur was matted with dirt and what looked like a bloody handprint around the right arm. A red ribbon tied in a delicate bow was wrapped around its neck. The bear had belonged to Kurt. He was attached to it and no doubt had been clutching the toy in the car.

Burt could not bring himself to take it. He dissolved into fresh tears. The doctor just let him cry on the floor of the waiting room.

Two hours away in a town called Westerville, oblivious to Burt Hummel's sudden grief, a boy called Blaine Anderson, celebrated his seventh birthday. He had no way of knowing in one year's time exactly, his life would begin to cross with Burt Hummel's in a truly remarkable and unexpected way.

"Happy eighth birthday Blaine!" Blaine couldn't help but grin and blow out the candles on his cake. A whole year had passed by so quickly and he as another year older. But as his parents, brother, friends, and relatives cheered as the candles had gone out, Blaine couldn't help but feel guilty.

This time one year prior, something terrible had happened. He had overheard the story on the news later in the evening on his seventh birthday, long after he'd been put to bed. A dreadful car accident in Lima had taken the lives of a woman and her eight year old son. The boy's name had stuck in Blaine's head. Kurt Hummel. Though the poor kid had died, Blaine was still intrigued by him and he didn't know why. So intrigued that he'd convinced his grandmother to drive him to Lima just so he could put flowers on Kurt's grave. It had been strange to see his own birthday etched on the tombstone as the boy's last day of life.

While he was excited to be another year older, he was saddened by the fact that Kurt had now been dead for an entire year. "Rest in peace Kurt," he whispered to himself.

The party mulled on until Blaine was drawn aside by his uncle, his father's brother, a man who had always struggled to make ends meet, something that Louis Anderson had always frowned upon.

"Happy birthday kid," the man said. Blaine beamed.

"Thank you Uncle Richard," he replied politely. His uncle gave him a sly smile.

"Listen, I couldn't afford much but I picked this up at the Good Will for you," Richard said. From behind his back, he produced a white teddy bear. It was obvious that someone had tried to clean its matted fur. Faint hints of dirt and pink handprint, though faded, marred the perfection of the white color. A tattered red ribbon was tied in a bow around the bear's neck. "I know he's not perfectly clean but…" He was cut off as Blaine snatched the bear from his hands and squeezed it tightly to his chest.

"I love him, thank you." Richard chuckled in response before patting his nephew on the shoulder and walking off. Blaine stared at the bear for several moments. "I think I'll name you Kurt, in honor of that poor Hummel kid."

He had no idea how much impact naming that very bear Kurt would later have on his life.

A/N: Ta-da! So what did you all think? Trust me, there is something very miraculous waiting just around the corner, in about nine years time. xDD This is just a prologue. Chapter One will pick up on Blaine's seventeenth birthday when everything really starts to begin. You'll see! As always reviews make me smile! Happy reading!

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