AUTHOR'S NOTE
Welcome to Fortune's Fool - previously Hallways.
I'm Steph, and I'm rewriting Hallways into Fortune's Fool, simply because it no longer was how I wanted it to be. It's going to be exactly the same plot, just written slightly more straightforward - so if it was complicated before, hopefully this should be a lot clearer. If it isn't tell me. Apart from it being clearer, there'll be less chapters because the content will be packed into them, so the chapters are going to be a lot longer.
So, here it is!
Fortune's Fool is a reform!Dalton and a lot of original characters, but it's still based around Kurt and Blaine.
I hope you enjoy it, and please review and tell me what you think.
Thanks and enjoy,
Steph
Four Years Before
The day that Blaine told the truth was the day that his father called the police.
He had stood there in the kitchen, wringing his hands helplessly, staring at the floor with guilt-ridden eyes, saying things and explaining and talking and talking and totally unable to stop.
His father had listened without moving, without reacting, without saying a word. He had simply stood there and watched his son document his confrontations with insanity and fury, and his experience with how compaitble they were with the other.
When Blaine had finally fallen silent, the pause had stretched out into a quiet that had made him nervous, scared, apprehensive.
Then, when they had been both standing there more than long enough, his father had moved over to the phone, picked it up and dialled.
Blaine's heart had sunk in his chest when he realzied his father hadn't understood his pleas after all.
He had called the police anyway.
What was worse was that Blaine had also realized he couldn't simply run away. He had to face the consequences of his actions – his father's eyes had told him that.
The day that Blaine faced the music was the day that his father stopped being safe.
The day that Blaine did the right thing was the day that he was arrested.