Hello everyone! I want to thank you all for your previous support and anyone who is new to my writing welcome :) I was given this prompt on tumblr by anon. Thank you for the prompt and I hope that I do it justice for you.

Prompt: Kurt has lost everything but this house. His father died of cancer, never married Carol, he has lost his friends when things became rough. So he moved out of Lima and started living there. Blaine is a young artist/painter who loses his way one night and ends up in front of the house. Cue epic love story where Kurt becomes Blaine's muse

captain-ally is busy at the moment so this hasn't been looked over by her so all mistakes are my own.

I hope you all enjoy.

The Lake House

Prologue

The autumn leaves flickered in the light breeze that came from the lake. Driving up the lonely road, half an hour form the nearest town, was a black navigator. After five minutes, the car came to a stop at beautiful three story house. The house in itself was postcard beauty. The front of the house looked over the large lake that sat still under the cloud of grey. The area looked even more stunning with leaves turning orange in red.

The engine of the car turned off, plunging the area back into silence. From the driver's seat, a slim young man slid out of the car. Kurt Hummel gazed around the lake house. It had been years since he had stepped foot on the Hummel property.

His father had purchased the house for his wife Elizabeth when he was nine. He had bought it when they found out that Elizabeth had terminal cancer and would only live for another few months. Not wanting to be stuck in a hospital in her last days, Burt had bought the house for them to live in. When Elizabeth had passed, they had moved back to Lima and never returned.

Up until 6 months ago, Kurt believed that he would never see the place again. Sadly though, Burt had passed away due to the same cancer that took his mother. It had been a difficult 6 months, what with planning the funeral and dealing with the idea that he was all alone. At the beginning, his friends had been sympathetic but they quickly grew tired of his grieving and couldn't understand that Kurt had lost everything. That's when he made the decision. He packed up his life and came to the lake house.

From the back seat, Kurt took out his satchel, reminding himself to get the bags out of the car later. He shut the car door, locking it with the key and wondered slowly to the house. The smell of the leaves and the water on the lake was familiar to Kurt and gave him a little comfort. Even though his mother had died here, he could only remember having good memories.

As he approached the door, Kurt reached into his satchel and pulled out the keys. Taking a steadying breath, Kurt put the keys in the lock and turned. The door opened silently and he stepped into the house. The floor boards groaned under his feet and he quickly located the light switch. The light flooded the room, illuminating everything. All the furniture had been covered in white sheets. A layer of dust covered the floor and Kurt mentally prepared himself for a long clean ahead of him.

Slowly he wondered around the second story of the house. This part of the house contained the living room and kitchen. The top story had four bedrooms and two bathrooms while the bottom floor held another bedroom and bathroom along with a rec room.

He walked towards the large glass door on the far side of the room that led to a balcony. The house had been positioned so that it looked over the lake. In all seasons, the lake was a thing of beauty. Kurt remembered many days playing by the edge of the lake with his mother and father.

As he walked towards the door, he gripped the sheets on the couch and with one fluid movement he removed it. He smiled with satisfaction to see that the couch was still in perfect condition and gave him hope that the rest of the house had not been damaged by dust. He folded the sheet neatly as he continued to the doors and looked out over the lake. It was still, looking almost black, reflecting the dark grey clouds above.

Drinking in the sight for a few minutes, Kurt turned back and surveyed the room. He had a lot to do if he was going to be living here from now on and now seemed as good as any time to get started. As the dark grey clouds threatened rain, Kurt quickly retrieved his many bags from the car and lugged them inside. He had organised a moving van to bring the rest of his things to the lake house the next day, only taking exactly what he needed.

Kurt made inside before the heavens opened and rain fell to the ground. Kurt went and sat on the couch, listening to the rain patter on the roof. He glanced around the empty house but for the first time since Burt's death he didn't feel alone.

He felt like he was home.

So that was the prologue and I hope that it is enough to intrigue you. Please let me know what you thought and happy reading :)