So... this is a Crossover of Glee and my favorite book ever: Unwind, by Neil Shusterman. I reccomend you read it, but you don't have to to enjoy this. I don't own Glee or Unwind. The main pairing is Klaine, FYI. For those of you who have read the book, Blaine will be Connor, and Rachel will be Ariana. Other characters will be revealed as the story progresses.

Anyway... On with the story...

Rachel sighed. "I'm sorry, Blaine," she said his name like it pained her. "I just can't." Her violet-specked-with-gray eyes shone with unshed tears.

Rachel was the biggest fashion diva he knew. Pigment injections, colored pupils, odd piercing, as soon as it came in style, Rachel had it.

Blaine never understood the need to do things like that for fashion; if you did, he thought, it just showed the world that you were insecure. Blaine's eyes stayed the same hazel he was born with, and his skin paled or tanned with the seasons, not fashion trends

Rachel dangled her feet over the edge of the platform. Cars zipped beneath them, swishing in the rain and honking angrily at each other. It all sounded faded and muffled, as though they were separated from the rest of the world. Blaine liked it that way; it was his escape.

It was the place he went to after he fought with his parents, or just has a bad day in general.

Rachel was the only friend he had ever brought to this spot, though he wasn't about to tell her that (he would never hear the end of it if he did).

Not everyone was as accepting of Blaine as Rachel was, though. When Blaine had come out the previous year, he had not only lost many of his friendships, but also the relationship with his parents.

Really, it shouldn't have been such a shock when Blaine found the form, along with three tickets to Hawaii.

Three tickets.

Each had a name on it- Cooper Anderson, Mary Anderson, James Anderson. Where was Blaine's?

At first, he had thought that it was somewhere else, that his father had just misplaced it. He searched the other drawers, only to find his own Unwind form.

That was the first time Blaine realized he probably wasn't going to live past age seventeen.

He had wanted to hit something, or break something. He wanted to break someone, and Blaine was not a violent person. He knew, however, that beneath all of his fury, was a sense of misery and betrayal stronger than he had ever felt before.

He was going to shove it in his parent's face, and demand 'what is this'? Something stopped him, thought, and he knew that nothing could make them stop the juvey-cops from coming to take him. Once a form was signed, there was no going back.

Instead, Blaine decided to make them suffer quietly. He bought his mother a beautiful bouquet on Mothers Day, and she cried for an hour. He showed his father the 99% on his calculus test, to have him take a two-hour-long walk, returning with blank eyes.

The only person who he told all of this to was Rachel. "Let's run away together," she had suggested.

Running away with an Unwind? That was almost unheard of. If you were caught, you would never get any type of job, or get into any college. You would be regarded as a juvenile delinquent. Any life you had dreamed of would be out of reach.

If you weren't caught? The outcome wasn't much better. You would live off of table scraps, and you wouldn't be able to get any jobs because everyone would be on the lookout for your face.

Blaine had packed up his things (at least, everything he could fit into the bag he found in his closet) and dressed in all black. He left at nine, which left plenty of time to get to Rachel's house. Fifteen minutes later, he had knocked really quietly on her door.

Rachel had emerged wearing her favorite bathrobe- pink with stars on it. "Did you forget that tonight's the night?" Blaine had asked.

"No," she had said.

"Well, come on then, hurry up! Get dressed, we've got to go!"

Rachel looked pained. "I, I can't, Blaine," she said, barely louder than a whisper.

Blaine looked as if someone had punched him in the stomach. "What do you mean, you 'can't'?" He asked in a low voice.

Rachel opened her mouth, then closed it again. To Blaine, she looked like a guppy. The sound of a door opening upstairs made Blaine jump.

"Rachel," one of her dads called from upstairs. "Why is the door open?"

Rachel's dads, Hiram and Leroy Berry were two of the few people in their town who were legally mmarried.

"What's the difference between getting married and mmarried?" Blaine had asked Rachel when he first met her dads.

"The 'm'," she had said as if it were obvious.

Rachel called up the stairs. "Nothing, dad, I just thought I heard someone yelling and wanted to make sure they were alright." Blaine had to give it to her, Rachel was an amazing actress. The sound of closing doors told Blaine and Rachel that they believed her.

"I'm sorry, Blaine," she repeated. "I can't leave school, and who's going to take care of the glee club if I'm gone?"

"You were planning on dropping out of school as soon as you turned sixteen, anyway," Blaine said. "Why not now?"

"Testing out," Rachel corrected, sighing. "There's a difference."

Blaine shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, then. I'll just leave by myself. He turned to leave, but Rachel grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Running away isn't the only option," She whispered into his ear. The embrace almost made Blaine want to stay, to face Unwinding just to keep their friendship. However, reality always ruined dreams, at least for Blaine.

"It is if you're an Unwind," he breathed hoarsely into her ear. "I'll miss you, Rachel."

With that, Blaine kissed her cheek and ran into the black night.

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