A/N: I couldn't decide if I wanted this in my "Bad Enough For You" 'verse or not, so I left it open. If it is, it's set a few months in the future, if it's not, it's set in early season 3.
I'm so sorry for this, guys!
-MEOW-
Thud. Thud thud. Thud thwack. It's better than a shrink, he's decided. A shrink tells you what to do, makes you change. His bag just gets rid of the problem. It's a short-term fix, but it works for him. Thud. Thud thud thud. It has to.
Blaine has a problem with anger-management. He doesn't know why, but sometimes, he just loses it. It's nothing in particular, he could wake up fine, and by noon he's seeing red. And it wasn't normal, manageable anger. It was debilitating, chest-tightening, make-your-fists-clench-and-your-ears-ring rage.
He'd been living with it for years, some days were worse than others. He had a theory. He thought it stemmed from his... bullied years. It didn't really matter where it came from, though. He'd thought he had it under control until the first time Kurt was there when he got home from school.
The whole day had been normal, nothing really to upset him. He hadn't been slushied, or had to deal with any of the meat heads that trolled the halls of Mckinley. But, as these days usually went, Blaine was nearly shaking by the time he came home. He just wanted to change and get to the basement, where his bag was. But Kurt was there, smiling like nothing was wrong. Sitting on his bed, waiting for him to come home, with a calculus book open across his lap.
"Hi, Blaine!" He smiled so wide, it looked like it hurt. Blaine just stood there, not sure what to do. No one was ever there right when he got home from school. What now?
Kurt hopped off the bed and waltzed up to Blaine, leaning in for a kiss. Blaine stepped out of arm's reach. Stop it. He just wants to kiss you.
"What are y-" Kurt trailed off, looking confused but amused as he dove in for another kiss. "Kurt, quit!" Blaine shoved his hands away and turned, storming out of his room.
"Blaine? Blaine, what's wrong?" He sounded hurt. Scared. That should have worried Blaine, but for some reason, it just really got under his skin. "So dramatic. Seriously." He mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. Why are you being such an ass to him? He didn't do anything to you.
Kurt followed him, trying to understand what he'd done to make Blaine upset with him.
"Blaine, why are you..." He scrunched his eyebrows, not really knowing what to say. He placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine, ple-" Kurt was cut off. "Kurt! I said, QUIT!" He yelled and shoved Kurt back, making him stumble and fall over. Thud. "Leave me alone!" He snapped, towering over a now-terrified Kurt.
What are you doing? That's Kurt! Why are you hurting him? He was screaming internally, but no words left his mouth. Kurt, I'm so sorry! No, don't leave! Kurt backed away, standing and quickly walking out of the house. He turned and looked at Blaine just before he left, shaking his head as tears fell from his eyes. Kurt. No, please, no.
Blaine turned away, heading down to where his bag was, and stripping off his jacket and shirt, he began his therapy. Knowing that no matter how much grovelling he did, nothing from this point on would be the same.
Thud. Thwack. Thud thud. Thud. But at least it works. It'll do for now.
-MEOW-
Once again, I am so sorry. It literally hurt to write this, but I had to get it out.