Of Rampages and Different Sides

Summary: [Post-SLS, Pre-BIOTA] Kurt gets to see a side in Blaine after the soloist snaps during Warblers practice. Diving in into the mess, he didn't expect what it would get him into. But maybe, just maybe, things aren't so bad after all.

By: kArLaLa

A/N: This story will probably be a little bit fast paced since I originally planned this out to be a oneshot and well, I just had to add scene after scene after scene. I guess it's because of the uber long hiatus from writing. So, I'm saying sorry ahead if the pace of the story might not suit some of the readers.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or any of the Warblers. But don't we all love to, though?

Chapter 1

"Great. More deadlines." Kurt grumbled as he walked out of class. Kurt Hummel wasn't much pleased with his day already after getting a B+ on his History paper. As a plus, it ended with Professor Betty's tyranny on their Science project that was going to be due in a few days. Either this was normal in Dalton, or the teacher was just being a hag about it.

Taking out his Moleskin weekly planner, he scribbled on his already full daily entries. He got to hand it to Dalton, he never really had a weekly planner as full and as messy as this one back when he was still at McKinley. He added on a mental note that this was surely not going to be the last one. When he finally snapped his Moleskin planner close, he rammed into someone and dropped the books and stack of papers he was holding.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking to where I was going!" He stuttered as he dropped down to the floor to start picking up his fallen things.

"No problem, Hummel." Kurt raised an eyebrow at the sound of his last name and as he looked up, he smiled at the person peering over him. "You don't strike me as someone who's on last name basis, sir."

Kurt chuckled as a hazel-eyed Blaine dropped to his knees the same way he did and helped him pick up the scattered papers, "It is the dapperness of me." Kurt simply laughed.

"Rough day?" The other teen asked, stealing a glance at the brunet as he continued picking up the fallen objects.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he set both his hands on his knees and looked squarely into Blaine's eyes, "Since when is a day never rough after class with Professor Betty?" Blaine simply chose to laugh at that and semi-shrugged, "True, true."

"That's why I didn't enroll in any of her classes." He added with a wink.

"Remind me to thank you for the heads up, by the way." Kurt added a touch of sarcasm at the tone of his voice as he smiled at the corner of his lips. Blaine laughed again as the two friends slowly rose from the floor, Blaine taking some of Kurt's things, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckled, "You got free period next right?"

Kurt nodded, "Yeah, planning to catch up on Prof. Betty's project. It's due this week." Blaine breathed in a nod, "Wanna do it over coffee before Warblers practice?" Kurt seemed taken back by the sudden invitation, especially since they had a little bit over just an hour, but nodded anyway. Who was he to refuse an invitation from Blaine Anderson, right?

"At the cafeteria? Sure." I guess, he added inwardly to himself, a smile creeping up to his face. As they start to leave for the cafeteria, Blaine's phone started ringing and he picks it up with a bright smile in his face, "Hey, Mom!"

Kurt grins as they continued walking down the hallway, turning on the next corner towards the cafeteria.

"Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yep, this weekend. Huh? Oh. What do you mean he-" The next thing Kurt heard from the lead soloist was a cuss that made Kurt tilt his head towards Blaine and asked facially what was wrong.

Blaine simply shook his head and silently apologizes as he handed Kurt his papers back and cut off from his phone conversation only to say, "I'll meet you at the cafeteria-", and then turned back to his phone, "Is this some sort of joke?"

Kurt worriedly stared at where Blaine was leaving. He silently headed to the cafeteria anyway.

Kurt was scribbling halfway through his report in his notebook when Blaine finally joined him on the table, as soon as Blaine flopped into the seat, Kurt looked up instantly, dropping his pen and pushing the Medium Drip coffee he bought for the other, "How did it go?"

Blaine rubbed the bridge of his nose as he gave Kurt a silent 'thanks' for the coffee and added, "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Kurt shook his head, taking no problems of it at all, "Don't worry about it. Everything alright?"

Blaine simply said one word: Dad. And it was as if that word never really associated with being "alright". Kurt "ooh"ed and nodded as he took a sip of his already lukewarm coffee and waited for the other teen to continue. "Mom has been looking forward for this weekend. She called to cancel since he -" Blaine added with utmost animosity, "-forgot all about it and booked a business trip instead."

Kurt swallowed a huge gulp of the Mocha he was halfway drinking and held up his hand, "Wait. Hold up. How can he forget when you're Mom has been calling you, pestering you to drop whatever plans you made – we made – nonstop? Surely she has showed the same enthusiasm at your home."

"Apparently, he didn't get the message behind the excitement."

Kurt whistled in sympathy, "Joy kill."

"Tell me about it. Says he'll be making it up for next week. Though, I highly doubt it." He rolled his eyes in disbelief. Kurt smiled with a tinge of sadness and commiseration as he pursed his lips, "He'll pull through."

Blaine just smiled at that, but Kurt could see that there was that hint of sadness and disappointment on the features of his face. Either way, Blaine wanted to drop the awkward and grey moment, "So. Umm… do you need help with that?"

"S'okay… I got it covered." Kurt smiled at the corner of his lips and slowly turned back to scribbling.

"You know, you really study too hard."

"And you… study too less." Kurt retorted, eyebrows quirking. "That's right." Kurt realized something. The ocean-eyed teen dropped his pen again as he set both his arms on the table this time, looking squarely at Blaine, "How come I've never seen you study during free period?"

The Anderson simply shrugged, "I study in the middle of the night. When the whole school and dorm are quiet. Then, I can concentrate on my own." Kurt nodded, convinced at the point taken. "Uh-huh. I'm sorry my diva talks prevent you from concentrating on your homework then." This only made Blaine laugh, "No, that's not what I meant. I don't want to waste all my day time on books; I'd rather spend my time like this." Although Blaine didn't add "with you" in his line, he was tempted to do so and to try to not add awkwardness in it. But he failed.

"I'm amazed you never crack under pressure."

Blaine inwardly sighed in relief, glad Kurt didn't notice the sudden pause he trailed off in his last line. "Oh, but I do. Only seldom, though."

"I await to see the day you do." Kurt smirked.

Their conversation was cut off again when Blaine's phone rang, he saw MOM in his caller ID and his eyebrows furrowed. "Excuse me, I think something's up again. I'll just meet you at Warblers practice… I think this'll take a while."

Kurt simply nodded as he ushered the other Warbler away supportively.

"Crap!"

Kurt scrambled to pile his books and papers, he had lost track of time and silently cursed at the scolding he was sure to get from Wes and Thad, plus the shaking of head and look of disappointment from David. He instantly bolted towards Warblers Hall. By now, he was already aware of the twists, turns and shortcuts around Dalton Academy.

As he skidded to a halt in front of the double doors of Warblers Hall, he took a deep breath and then bustled inside, "I'm sorry I'm late I-" What greeted his vision made his jaw drop.

Fallen furniture. Blaine. Thrashing around. Everyone looked disheveled on their feet.

"Blaine! Get a hold of yourself!" Kurt turned towards the voice coming from Wes. "If he wants everything to be perfect, then he can fuckin' get the hell out of our lives!" Blaine was thrashing every single table he was in close proximity with, pushing away concerned Warblers who approached him.

"What the hell's going on?" Kurt gasped as he ran over to Nick, who had paled at the sight of Blaine's current insanity. The brunet shook when he spoke, "Blaine got off the phone with someone then just started getting really mad and then this happens!"

The next thing Kurt knew, he was running on adrenaline. Once he discarded all his stuff on the couch, he ran towards the thrashing soloist. "Blaine, stop!" Yet the moment he connected with Blaine, the latter shoved him so hard that he went flying to the nearest wall and rammed with his back first, sliding down to the floor when his knees buckled out on him.

"Holy sh- Kurt!" Nick frantically ran towards his roommate as the Hummel choked and winced while struggling to get back up. "Crap! How the heck can we stop him? Wes is trying to cover this from the admin so we can't exactly call for the guidance councilor."

Kurt and Nick stared as the Warblers tried to pull Blaine together, hovering over him to try to settle him down and control his rampage.

"Well," Kurt coughed as he regained his breath, "we can't just let him thrash the whole room now, can't we?"

"My point's exactly." Nick retorted.

"I'll give it another shot." And then the countertenor went charging towards the crowd. He pushed his way through the Warblers, when he finally broke – clawed – his way past them; he instantly grabbed Blaine in a tight hold.

"Damn it, Blaine! Get a hold of yourself!"

And as if Blaine was running on auto-pilot, he instinctively pushed anyone that got into his way. Kurt flew to the nearest coffee table, shattering the pot that was once on top of it before into a thousand shards.

"Are out of your mind?" Kurt heard David screaming, though he wasn't sure who he was referring to. "This hasn't happened for a while now." Even Thad was losing hope, and he was the strong one amongst the council. Nick hastily pulled Kurt up, "Are you okay, man?"

Kurt's head was hammering and he could feel himself wheezing from the beating he got, pushing the pain of his screaming joints at the back of his mind, he went in for his third helping. He brushed Nick off as he went for Blaine again, firmer this time.

"Blaine! Listen to me!" Kurt called. "Hey! He doesn't deserve this from you!" He grabbed the Anderson by the elbow and made sure he had a death grip on. It was like playing tug-of-war with Blaine's immense strength. "If you're gonna do this then you're just letting him get to you! Don't let him tell you who you want to be and what you want to do!"

Kurt saw an opening and instantly dived on it, holding Blaine in a tight embrace and held on as hard as he could.

In the midst of clouded anger, Blaine didn't bother looking who his victims were. He clawed on this person's skin in an attempt to pull him away from him, alternating to slamming fist after fist on said person's back. The sensation of wanting to hurt… the sensation of wanting tothrow this person away and slam him to a nearby wall… to vent out all the bottled up anger that he wasn't able to before.

"Blaine, you're stronger than this." Nearby Warblers winced and flinched at what was going on. Blaine was red with fury, desperate to pull Kurt away, just as Kurt was desperate to hang on.

"You're so much stronger than this." Kurt tried to reach out to him again, his voice softer this time, moving his hand around Blaine's back while the other rested to the back of Blaine's head. And like that of an overheated whistling kettle that was slowly losing its hoot, anger slowly subsided. The tension was slowly dying and Kurt closed his eyes when he tightened his embrace around his best friend.

"Kurt?" Kurt smiled without pulling away, "Yeah." And then Kurt's heart tore when he heard Blaine's voice crack, "He doesn't deserve her. He doesn't deserve my mother."

"Neither does he deserve you getting angry over him. He's a jerk and that'll be his problem." He felt Blaine slump against him, "This is all my fault." Kurt replied almost immediately, "No, it certainly is not. You know it's not."

"He hit her. I know he hit her."

Kurt tensed. This wasn't something they could discuss here in front of everyone right now. From over Blaine's shoulder, he looked at the Warblers' disheveled looks. Everyone losing their dapper looks, obviously. Looking at the three council members, he looked at them pleadingly and it was David who got the message first, nodding at them understandingly.

"Wes?" He turned towards the Asian, pulling Blaine away slightly, "May I ask that we be excused from today's practice?" He asked, out of formality.

Wes nodded as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "There won't be any for today, apparently." Without looking up, Blaine mumbled an apology. Wes shook his head and waves them off. For a moment there, Kurt thought Wes was going to throw his gavel at the nearest person or something, "Go on, get outta here. We'll clean up."

"Thanks." Kurt smiled at the corner of his lips as he bent to pick his stuff from the couch and silently leaves the room with Blaine.

The awkward silence was the only thing bothering Kurt as they walked back to Blaine's dorm room, keeping a comforting hand on the latter's shoulder. The air was even tenser the moment they got inside and they set their belongings carelessly on the floor. Kurt waited for Blaine to speak; the other boy was blank all the time sitting on his bed. Kurt handed him a glass of water and sat beside him, waiting…

…and waiting… and waiting. Finally, Blaine broke off the silence, "Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"

Kurt nervously took a sip on his cup and just stared on the floor, not knowing which question to ask first. Instead, he settled for, "You'll talk when you want to. I'll be right here." Kurt saw that Blaine was a little hesitant at first, but he knew the black-haired teen wanted to talk. Blaine blankly stared at the cup and heaved out a big sigh.

"He's a jerk. Simple as that."

Kurt holds back a chuckle amidst his lips on the mouth of the cup, "Nice intro."

Blaine laughed half-heartedly, that was a good sign. Blaine slowly began, "He cancelled again for next week. Mom was fine with it, said she told him she was looking forward to it but it couldn't be helped. She said he suddenly got mad and started screaming at her. She was crying when she called." Blaine's eyes twitched and his eyebrows furrowed at the memory of his mother's distressed voice from the other line before. Kurt rubbed his back soothingly.

"I know. I just know he hit her. I just know it." Every single word Blaine uttered pained Kurt greatly. "I know she won't tell me. But… the way she was on the phone. God. I know he did something to her." Kurt noticed visibly on the way Blaine refused to call his father 'Dad' plus the animosity at the tone of his voice when Blaine stressed 'he' all the time.

Blaine dropped his head on his hands and let them remained buried in his palms, "And then I called, forced it out of him on what he did. I had to make sure first that he was already heading to the airport, else he'd only hit Mom more if he wasn't. He had this mighty speech about doing his duty as the man in the family since I wasn't going to be –"

"Shit!" Kurt cursed, obviously offended, but Blaine just shrugged it off, "–told him that I was more of a man than he was since I don't result to physical violence. Told him that I wouldn't want to be a man if being a man meant being like him." Kurt nodded rapidly in agreement. "I told him fuck you over the phone in front of all the Warblers and I swear I have never seen Thad's eyes that wide before."

Both teens snorted in laughter which soon ended right away and Blaine continued, "Something in me… snapped.

It felt good getting it all out. I felt like wanting to go crazy and lash out my pent up frustrations." Kurt nodded at that, he had moments like that too. A lot of them, actually. "Everything was… a blur." And then Blaine instantly looked at Kurt, "I didn't hurt you, did I? God, I remembered wanting to hurt and hurl something!" He nervously asked as Kurt shook his head with a smile, "Hey, even if you did… it wouldn't have been intentional." And as if on cue, Kurt felt a dizzy spell coming. His lie wasn't going to let him off the hook.

"Thanks."

Kurt looked up and blinked in innocent confusion.

"For bringing me back to reality."

Kurt smirked and took a deep breath, "That's what I'm here for… bitch-slapping you back to reality."

Both teens looked at each other for a moment before breaking into laughs that seemed to last longer than before… and that was a good thing. Kurt, soon, somehow felt his vision spinning, his breath slowly turning ragged, unbeknownst to Blaine.

The lead soloist heaved out a heavy sigh, "I want to see her."

"Then go home for the weekend. Doesn't mean you have to cancel out on your plans just because your dad can't join you. Just go out to the mall or something. As an alternative." The brunet suggested.

"I don't know… I don't think we can… after what happened."

"I think it's the perfect reason after what happened." Kurt insisted with a confident diva smile, "Bond with her. Just you and her. Don't turn your back on her like how you dad did. It's nothing shopping and coffee can't fix." The countertenor smirked.

Blaine laughed at the mention of shopping. His mom would like that, much to his dismay, of course. And then he came into a conclusion, "I think I'll do that!" He said as he whipped out his phone and started dialing a number he had already memorized. Placing the phone to his ear, Kurt slowly got up and whispered, "I'll head to my room now. See you tomorrow."

"Wait." Blaine reached out to Kurt and pulled him back before the latter could even take a step. He pulled Kurt into a hug and presses his lips close to Kurt's ears, "Thanks. You're amazing." Blaine whispered. Kurt flushed crimson and dismissed his embarrassment with a fake laugh, "I know." He stuttered as he quickly grabbed his things and scurried out of the room, praying to whoever was up there that Blaine didn't notice the stupid look on his face.

Kurt had his head in his hands the moment he entered his dorm room. Nick looked up from what he was reading (World History, god forbid) as soon as he heard the door creak and instantly walked up to his roomie in distress and worry, "How is he?"

"A little bit shaken up. But he's fixing it with his Mom right now." Kurt reported as he casually took his scarf off and threw his things lazily at his side of the room, "Can't say the same way for his Dad though."

"Not something new, that's for sure." Nick snorted as he rolled his eyes, no surprise there, Nick added to himself. Kurt simply shrugged as he trudged towards his bed like a walking zombie and silently thanked to no one how he had a very supportive father who would do everything for him just of the sheer fact of unconditional parental love. He nearly stumbled over his thrown books on the ground when it suddenly dawned on him,

"Shit! Betty's project!"

Kurt got out so fast that everything started spinning again; he almost stumbled back but instantly regained his composure and scurried towards the bathroom to make a quick change.

As he discarded his blazer away, Nick gasped. "Holy shit, Kurt!"

Kurt turned abruptly towards his roommate's sudden remark, "What?"

Nick unconsciously covered half of his parted mouth at the sight of what was on Kurt's back. He trembled slightly when he pointed towards the other brunet's back. Kurt strode over to the mirror that was on the wall beside their bathroom door and looked at the reflection of his back.

What greeted him made him wide-eyed like Nick.

…to be continued

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