"Divinity, Progress, The Future

I will secure your Promise

Our Crystal Dreams

My Mission

Cobalt Tower

-Summer White Lotus"

Code Blue: Chapter 1 / Whole

My life was beginning to bore me. Graduation's soon to come and I was happily ready to let him go. Ending my Junior year, I'd say that I completely regret ever transferring to McKinnley. Everyday welcomed some new form of petty drama manifested by the fucking High Maintenance Circus of Self-absorbed Misfits known as the New Directions. I couldn't bare to stand it anymore.

I toked a spliff to calm the nerves. Maybe I was over thinking everything as usual. I guess I've always held high expectations that no scenario, person, object, goal could ever fulfill. What I was feeling, I guess you could say, was desperation. I was desperate for something to keep me going. Not really something to excite me. But something to evoke in me emotions of anticipation. Something to make me feel whole again.

Sigh.

I finished off my spliff and began my stroll to McKinnley. It was beginning to rain and I got a tad irritable that I wore my 2012 spring season white Versace jacket today. The clouds faded into a charcoal colour mixed with small cracks of white emitted by lightning bolts from a distance. It began to pour like a mad motherfucker. Shit, shit, shit. I hastened my pace and slammed opened the entrance doors. I made my way through the crowd to my locker and dried my body with Kurt's towel.

"Blaine! We have an important meeting happening before first period! Make sure head to the room ASAP."

I looked up from drying my face to reveal the ringleader of the Circus, Mr. Schue. My mind flipped into a short frenzy in finding a way to avoid the meeting. But knowing the persistent fucker, he'd most likely write up an excuse to ensure that I was present. He was desperate after all. I forced a grin and nodded at the greasy twat.

"Of course. I'll be there in a moment."

He grinned and continued down the hall with his head filled with the hopeless ambitions of grandeur he's had since opening the club. I finished drying my body and closed my locker. I could tell the last few months were going to drag on painfully slowly. As I headed down the hall to the room, a blueberry slushy greeted my face with the assistance of a football player with a tacky haircut. Fucking cunt. I'm sure my Versace jacket was worth more than his fucking Walmart flannel.

I made my way to the music room and entered the open door.

A visual symphony of surprised expressions welcomed my arrival.

Rachel screamed. Kurt ran up to me with his eyes conveying intense emotions of terror of confusion.

"Blaine! What the hell happened to you?"

"What the fuck? This shit shouldn't be new to any of you."

Puzzled, I looked down at my jacket expecting to see the icy remains of the blueberry slushy that greeted me a few minutes ago.

A strong iron scent surrounded the room.

Gracing my Versace jacket was a dark crimson splash of blood.