Welcome to my very first fanfiction in english! First of all, I'd like you to know that I'm French Canadian, that means french is my native langage, not english. But I'll do my best, but if you see any major mistakes on verbs or anything like that, feel free to tell me as politely as possible. :)
Also, I wrote this story as a one-shot, but I just kept and kept writing and in the end, it was just too damn long to put the whole thing on a single page, so I had to cut my story in two parts. But in my head, it's still a one-shot.
WARNING: I'm not going to tell you any warning, because it would just ruined the punch of the story, and you don't want that, do you? I'm just going to say... it's rated M for a big, big reason.
Enjoy!
When the sky falls
``Blaine, stop it!'' Kurt giggled, trying to get away from his boyfriend, but the water just pushed him closer and closer to Blaine who was trying to tackle Kurt. After a few minutes of it, both of them were just so tired and they laid on the surface of the lake, admiring the sunset.
As much as Kurt hated Lima and all of Ohio in general, the views were absolutely breathtaking. The orange and pink skies when there were a sunset, the yellow fields, the mountains, or the frogs in the cold autumn mornings. Of course, Kurt loved fashion and big cities and everything related to a cow, a horse or mud disgusted him; he's a city boy, after all. But the pure nature of it all was just so appealing for him, and when he will be off to New-York, to do bigger and better things in studying in fashion at Parson, he will miss the nature side of Ohio, but not the homophobia, thank you very much.
Of course, there were big cities in Ohio (not as big as New-York), but Kurt was from a cow town named Lima, and everything related to Lima; his friends, his family, his dad, but mostly Blaine… he will miss them. Deeply.
``What are you thinking?'' Blaine asked out of curiosity, water dripping from his curls and his olive skin. He wasn't laid on the water anymore and he moved his legs to stay afloat and he stared at his boyfriend who didn't move at all, just being embraced in the lake, dipping his fingertips in the cold water. Being as slim as he was, it didn't take a big effort to stay in that position without being swallowed by the water.
``Just thinking about the nature. It's beautiful, isn't it?'' He asked, still looking up at the sky. He signed. ``And I think about the future, everything that I will leave behind.'' He wasn't lying anymore. It didn't make a splash. The water was still, too still. He kicked his feet in the water, tangled them with Blaine's.
``I was thinking about you.'' He whispered. Blaine tilted his head in the way that Kurt found always cute and he signed, taking Kurt's hand in his underwater.
``Kurt, I'll be fine. I promise.'' Blaine smiled, giving a small squeeze to Kurt's hand. ``It's just one year, baby.''
``But it's not the same!'' Kurt said impatiently. ''Almost everyone is leaving, Blaine. I don't want you to be alone and…''
''Hey, hey… hush, now.'' Blaine said in that soothing voice of his. '' Tina and Artie are still in High School, too. And don't forget Brittany. I'm pretty close with those three. And Sam. He's a good friend, too. '' There was a silence for a few minutes.
``So, you're gonna be okay?'' He asked timidly.
``As okay as I can be with you in New-York.'' He smiled with watery hazel eyes. ''The summer's almost over. Rachel will go to NYADA, Finn will follow her in hope to find his own dream there'' He giggled, thinking about Finn in the big city, like a lost teddy bear. ''And there's you. Going to Parson, beginning a big and long career in design.'' He choked a sob, but he was smiling. ''And I'm so proud of you, Kurt. Show them what you can do.''
''I'll do my best, B.'' Kurt said with a small smile. He leaned forward for a slow and extra wet (because of the water) kiss. When he ends it, Blaine refused to let him go and attached his lips to Kurt's where all the passion, the longing, the love are all combined in that one and only kiss.
Blaine swam backward to look at Kurt properly. He gave him a shy smile, and when Kurt nodded innocently and a faint blush appeared on his soft cheeks, Blaine didn't need to talk.
''It would probably be our last time before a long time, K.'' Blaine said, still slowly approaching his boyfriend by swimming gently.
''I know, B. So you better make it good.'' Kurt said coyly with a smirk, taking Blaine biceps in his hands and putting his legs around Blaine's waist. While kissing, Blaine removed his black trucks and Kurt's blue ones before gently entering him, moaning in pleasure. It was their last time they had sex that night but I don't tell you the numerous times they did it in that lake in this summer; nobody ever went this far for the lake. They were no lifeguard and no beach, really. It was a seclude area that the couple found last year, as their first summer together before Kurt's senior year. They went there to spend some quality time together, away from any sort of homophobes and this year, they loved it more as they can be as intimate as they want without worrying¸ by people watching.
TWO MONTHS LATER
``Blaine. Blaine! …. BLAINE! Come here!'' Anna Anderson screamed downstairs. She smiled kindly to her guest. She was a petite brunette and an Italian. That means that as short as she might be, she got lungs and she knew how to use them. ``Blaine, Amato.''
``I'm coming, ma.'' Blaine yelled back. He ended his Skype session and he just hoped that his mother had a good reason to interrupt his date via internet with Kurt. He looked back at the computer longingly. At first, he was afraid that the long distance wouldn't work out, but it did. It was hard, really hard, but the both of them found free time almost every night to have, at least, an hour together. And let me tell you something: life in New-York sounded so much interesting then life in Ohio.
``I finished my date earlier, so I hope you have a good reason'' Blaine said when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
``Oh, sorry, honey. How's Kurt? He's still happy to be in New-York?'' Blaine nodded, smiling at his caring mother. She always had been supportive of him and his sexuality. She said she always knew because of his obsession with little bowties or that he wanted to marry Prince Eric when he was four. Needless to say, he was proud and loves his Mama, as he called her like that.
``So, what is…'' He didn't have time to finish his sentence as a man with black hair, but gray on the sides, came from the living room.
``Look at you, kiddo! All grown up! It's been awhile since the last time I saw you. You become quite a catch, young man. I hope you didn't break many hearts yet.'' The man laughed, seeing the shocked face of Blaine.
``Uncle Jack.'' He whispered, before being engulfed in his uncle's arms. Jack Anderson. He was tall and muscular and very, very attractive. He got big brown eyes, very similar to Blaine's and a smile like no other. Blaine was still shocked to see him here. What his father said to him when he was twelve was that ``Uncle Jack got a job offer to work as a lawyer in Ireland.'' And as the Anderson family is indeed Irish, well it couldn't hurt Jack to come in his homeland.
``A bit on the short side, but it could only come from your lovely mama.'' He said, looking down at his nephew who just bowed his head… in what? Embarrassment? Shyness? Because it's been so long since he saw him? Hell, he just was a little kid back then with thick glasses and wild curly hair. He sure had changed.
``So, '' Jack said, clapping his hands together and looking at his sister-in-law, obviously finding the sudden shyness of his nephew quite adorable. ``Where's my little brother?''
``Oh, Albert's still working. He's finishing a big case right now, so he works late.''
``Mm.. Can-can someone tell me what's going on?'' Blaine asked timidly, not wanting to sound rude.
``Of course, Amato. Your uncle will stay a bit whit us, okay? Your father and I already knew, but we wanted to surprise you because it's been so long since you last saw him!'' She beamed. ``Aren't you happy?'' She said, looking at him with a big smile upon her beautiful face.
``Of course I am!'' He said, still shy. ``But can I ask why? Wasn't he in Ireland?''
``Well, yes. But I missed my family too much, so I couldn't stay there any longer. Al will help me to come at his firm, but until then, he invites me to stay with you guys, instead of ranting a hotel room. I'm searching for a cute apartment at the moment, but nothing… reach my fancy yet.'' He said with his friendly smile.
``Blaine, honey? Can you show him the guest room?'' Blaine smiled at her, still very shy and nodded. She frowned at her son; he's usually out-going and very straight forward.
``Yeah, it's been so long since I've been here and you have such a big, but beautiful house, Anna Darling, but I'm sure I can lost myself!'' He said, smiling, while gripping one of his suitcase and Blaine gripped the other.
``Blaine, honey?'' Anna said and his son turned around. He smiled at her and she forgot about his shyness, and everything about this weird behavior. Instead, she said, ``Dinner's almost ready.''
The four Andersons were eating in that fine evening. There was no awkward silence because Uncle Jack wasn't around for the past few years. Albert was laughing at something that his big brother just said, Anna smiled gently at his husband and brother-and-law and times to times, she looked from across the table to his youngest child with a fond look while the curly-haired boy was busy cutting his chicken.
``So, where's my other favorite nephew?'' Jack asked when there was a comfortable silence.
``In New-York!'' Albert pronounced proudly. ``He fallowed in his daddy's footsteps and became quite a successful lawyer in the Big Apple. He's still young, but he got that job in his blood! It's a piece of cake for him. You see, Jack, '' Albert said while chewing his carrots. ``Or grandfather became a lawyer, our dad became a lawyer, you and I, brother, we became lawyers. And now, Cooper. It's a legacy.''
Jack nodded and turned his attention to his silent nephew. ``And you, young man. Want to be a lawyer?'' Albert laughed and shook his head.
``Him? No, nothing like that.'' He said to his brother. He looked at his youngest son with adoration. ``My Blaine doesn't want to be a lawyer.''
``Oh, really?'' Jack said, surprised. Everyone in their family fallowed in someone's footsteps, it was like that. ``What do you want to do, then?'' He said, smiling at Blaine. You could read in his brown eyes that he was really, really, interesting in what Blaine was going to say. Blaine smiled sheepishly at his parents before saying in a small voice.
``I-I want to study literature. Becoming a-an editor or a literature teacher… some day, I'd like to be a-a writer. '' He said that in a rush, bowing his head. Jack nodded, not noticing the discomfort of his nephew because of his scrutiny,
``And he's quite talented at that!'' Albert exclaimed, beaming at his son.
``Stop it, dad'' Blaine said, blushing.
A couple of days later, Blaine was sprawled on his bed, phone pressed to his ear and he played with his curls, free from his helmet of gel. It was a nervous habit since he was little. But why is he nervous right now? He didn't know. Maybe the fact that he would talk to his boyfriend did that to him.
``Hey B!'' Kurt's cheery voice came to the phone. Blaine smiled automatically. ''So, what's new in the beautiful state of Ohio?'' Kurt said, laughing. Blaine couldn't help but notice a small change in Kurt since he went to New-York. It's like a happiness that Blaine didn't see on him before. Of course, he was happy, but there's just that sheer joy that radiated from him, because he is where all his dreams could come true. It's weird that a city can do that to a person. But Blaine was happy, as long as Kurt was happy.
``Hey baby.'' He said in a gentle, dreamy voice. ``It's not as beautiful as it was now that you're gone''
Blaine could see the blush on Kurt's face. He loved that.
``Blaine, always the charmer.'' He said with a giggle. ``But, anyways. What's up?''
``Oh, nothing… you know. School's school. Family came back..'' Blaine shrugged, not interested to talk about his life. New-York sounded more like fun.
``Italy or Ireland?'' Kurt asked.
``Ireland. My dad's brother.''
``Oh, I never met him!'' Kurt said, excited. It was true, he never met him. When they first dated a few years ago, he found very important to be on good terms with his boyfriend's family. Blaine found it sweet and his family adored Kurt. Well, his family in America, that is. ``Wait, you never told me your dad has a brother.''
``Oh, really? I taught I did. Anyways! What's up? It's your turn.''
``Oh! I finally finished that gown I was talking to you weeks ago? You know the white one with the embroideries? Oh and…'' Blaine laughed a little at his boyfriend, but Kurt stopped after a moment when he sensed that his boyfriend is too quiet for his liking.
``B? Are you okay? You're quite. Are you not happy to talk to me?'' He asked, then a second time when he heard nothing but Blaine's breathing.
``Of course, K. I'm always happy to talk to you.'' He said hastily.
``Then, what's the matter?'' He asked gently. 'You kind of spaced out on me. Am I that boring?'' He laughed, but he was a bit annoyed by Blaine's lack of interest. ``Are you tired?''
``I guess you can say that.'' He whispered. There was a pause. Blaine gripped his phone tightly in his hand, afraid to let it go. Afraid of letting Kurt go. ''I'm so, so tired… ''Then, right there, right now, his walls came crashing down. He choked a sob.
``Hey, hey… sh… why don't you tell me why you are so upset?'' Kurt said, frantic. It's not every day he could see his boyfriend crying.
``Be.. because I just realized something.'' He said with difficulty, tears streaming down his face. ''I-I just really miss you.'' There was a silent moment, where neither of them dared to speak or just breathe. Kurt tried to calm him with soothing words. If he was here, with Blaine, he would've hold him and comfort him like that, but he couldn't. It was frustrating to be so, so far away from the person you love, and yet, because of the phone, you're so, so close. When Kurt didn't hear his boyfriend crying anymore, he began to talk in a quiet voice.
``B… are you- are you sure it's just because you miss me? Is there something else you're not telling me? Is everything okay at school?''
``I-okay. It's okay.'' Blaine said. He wasn't crying anymore. He wanted, no, he needed to convince himself that everything's okay. ''I'll be okay. I-I promise. I'm… I'm sorry about that. It's supposed to be our nightly talk, but instead, I cry like a baby. It's just… it's stupid. Forget it. I'm okay'' He let out an empty laugh.
``Hey hey, no. I don't want to hear it. Don't you remember during my third week in New-York? When we were talking, I just broke down because I missed you and everything and even though I was with Rachel and Finn, I felt so alone. And I felt horrible, because you were so happy to talk to me and I was putting all my problems on your shoulders. What did you say to me?'' Kurt tried to coax his boyfriend to say it. Blaine signed. He remembered
``I told you that if I want to be with you, I have to be with you entirely. That means through your bitchiness, your grogginess in the morning when you're half awake, your silent treatments when I say that I don't like one of your scarves, but also to be there whenever and wherever you'll need me.'' Blaine smile through his escaping sobs, but it was tears of pure joy. Because he did remember that. Kurt smiled as well, overwhelmed by the emotions pouring from Blaine when he said the exact same sentence he said a few weeks ago.
``Exactly. And I feel the same for you. You can cry a river, as long as you call me. Whenever and wherever you need me. You don't want to tell me what's bothering you, and I won't push it. But now, you can call me in the day, okay? I don't care about school, as long as I know that my boyfriend is okay.''
Blaine nodded, not wanting to argue with him, because arguing with one Kurt Hummel is a lost cause.
``God, you're such an amazing human being, K.''
``And…?'' Kurt joked.
``And an amazing boyfriend.'' He said, laughing, all tears forgotten.
``But seriously, I hope you'll tell me soon. Crying like that worries me, B.''
``I'm sorry if I scared you, baby.''
``I'm looking forward to see you again, Blaine.'' Blaine smiled gently.
''I'll be in New-York very soon. Can't wait.''
It was Thanksgiving when Blaine came to New-York to visit his boyfriend. There are a lot of reasons why he was here during a family celebration; Kurt couldn't go to Ohio, because of lack of money. Even though his father insisted to by him his plane, or train ticket, Kurt refused (like he said; to be a charity case) and besides, Kurt's dad plan for Thanksgiving was to see his whole family in Illinois and as much as he loved them, he decided to stay in New-York. On Blaine's part, going in New-York to keep his boyfriend company while Finn and Rachel were in Ohio for the week-end (his dads paid the tickets on first class, no less and Finn didn't want to go all the way in Illinois to be with people he knew more or less) wasn't a big deal to his family.
They never did much on Thanksgiving, just like Rachel never did much on Christmas. Having an Irish father and an Italian mother, maybe it wasn't much of a celebration in their country and when they came in America, it was just an excuse to eat turkey.
``Blaine!'' Kurt yelled when he spotted his boyfriend on the train station. He ran to him and tackled him to the ground, both laughing, ignoring some confused and amused looks from the New-Yorkers or tourists. Blaine closed his eyes, savoring his boyfriend's smell; coconut because of his shampoo and his delicious Ralf Lauren's perfume. ``I missed you, B.''
Blaine smiled and helps Kurt to stand up. ''Come on, we have a whole week-end to ourselves.''
And their first night together since a long time was simply magical. They went to a cute French restaurant and walked through Central Park, holding hands. It was so, so different from Ohio. But still, even though the couple had a great time having a night out, Blaine was quite. More then usual.
``What are you thinking about? '' Kurt asked, looking at the stars in the black sky. Blaine shrugged.
``Nothing, actually.''
``You're not yourself. Not since that phone call a few weeks ago.''
``No, I'm fine. I promise.'' Blaine said with a small smile that didn't reach his eyes and Kurt frowned at him, trying to understand.
``Are you…''
``No, I'm sure.''
``Yeah, but…''
``Kurt.'' He warned.
``But are you…''
``Would you drop it?'' Blaine's voice was calm, but he was annoyed. ``You always question me about my well being and that's enough'' His voice grew louder and louder. He didn't hold Kurt's hand anymore and he was facing him. ``I'm a grown man. I don't need a babysitter to assure that I'm well.'' His voice was like ice. He didn't show any guilt. He didn't feel anything, except, maybe, rage. Kurt was surprised by his boyfriend's outburst and his big baby blue eyes shining with hurt could've make the evilest of creatures to look at him and say ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you''. His eyes hardened and Blaine knew, by experience, that when his eyes changed like that, that's because he's deeply hurt, confused and lost.
``Well, excuse me for caring about my boyfriend. It's not every day that you look like a zombie and I heard you crying on the phone.''
''It was weeks ago. Just drop it…'' Blaine whispered, all anger gone. Kurt was in front of Blaine, putting an halt in his steps. ''No, I won't. I watched you all night, B. I know something's wrong. Hell, we're together for two years now, I know you inside and out! You can tell me.''
``It's school'' Blaine whispered, looking down, all anger gone. There was a silent moment between them, before Kurt's cracked voice came to the surface. ''Why are you lying to me?'' He asked, hurt in his voice. Blaine's head shot up.
''I'm not!''
''I talked to Tina and Artie. I told them about bullying or-or something else going on in school, and they told me that you are okay. They watched you closely, and-and they found nothing to corrupt your well being.''
''So… you hired some spy?'' Blaine spat in his face.
``To look out for you, Blaine! Because you refused to tell me anything. Tina, Artie, Britt, Sam… they worried about you as well, Blaine. Hell, even Sugar asked if you were okay. That's because they know you're not yourself. They said that you are lonelier. Sometimes you come to school so depressed that you refuse to talk to anyone or-or you sit by yourself at lunch. Tina said that nothing at school could do that to you… and sometimes you skip class or glee club.'' He reached out to take Blaine hand, but he stepped back. Kurt signed and try again to let Blaine knew why he's so persistent.
``I just want you to be happy. There's just something in my guts that tell me something is wrong. Something is bothering you.''
``How can you possibly tell?'' Blaine asked, rolling his eyes. This act of ``I don't care'' hurt Kurt's feelings, because he did care for his boyfriend and he acted like it's something stupid, like Kurt is stupid.
``You're just not your happy-go-lucky self that I left months ago. You're distant on the phone, when we skype you're always looking somewhere else but at me like you're bored or something, since you arrived in New-York, you always spaced out, always day dreaming… you didn't even listen to what I had to say! You were never like that…''
Blaine stayed silent, so maybe it's good if I continue, Kurt thought.
``When… when we arrived from the train station and… and the first thing we did was sleeping together…'' He was blushing by this point, but his eyes were angry. `` You seemed distant and not at all in the same mood as me!'' Kurt was so upset that his voice cracked in the end. But he continued. He wanted to continue. He needed to know why his boyfriend was like that.`` You're usually a screamer in bed. And you… you didn't say anything. You didn't whisper my name or… or moaned. Nothing! How is that supposed to make me feel? After that, you were awfully quite. You didn't stay In bed with me afterward. You needed a shower and I asked you if I could join you. Like we used to. And-and you say that you can take a shower by yourself! I know it can be some sort of a coincidence or whatever but I feel like I lost you. You were never like that'' Kurt whispered. Blaine bowed his head, looking down. He refused to look at his boyfriend right now; he refused to let him see his tears. He just stayed quiet, even though he should've protested, he should've saved his relationship with Kurt, because it came to this point; the point of no return. Kurt never talked about their sex life like that. It's always some hints here and there or what they should try, explaining by a very, very blushing Kurt. And it was always in short sentences, something that Blaine found really adorable, with him being so comfortable speaking about such an intimate subject. Now, Kurt was almost screaming, speaking about their sex life in the middle of a park.
And Blaine did nothing to calm him down.
Kurt cried for the first time since their argument. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks. Blaine wanted to wipe them away with his thumb like he used to do when Kurt was sad, but right now, he couldn't do it. He was frozen. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe.
``Do you cheat on me? '' When he stayed root on his spot, not speaking, Kurt continued, his heart beating faster. ``You're always distant. Every time I tried to speak to you about it, you have a fit. I'm not satisfying you in bed anymore and I can tell that you're sick of me!''
Kurt seemed to see very clear through his tears and anger and disappointment shine through his tears.
``I knew it…I knew it! All the signs were there! All this time… Was it Sebastian?'' He said his voice cracking. Blaine stayed silent, not trusting his voice at the moment. Anyways, he was dumb. He didn't feel anything. There was a buzz in his ears and he had a hard time to grasp what Kurt was saying in his face.
``Was it Sebastian?'' Kurt repeated, almost screaming. Blaine lifted his head and he could now see Kurt's fat tears, his pale eyes shining in the moonlight with hurt, betrayal and hate.
The only thing that Blaine could do was shrugged but Kurt saw enough. The fact that Blaine kept his head down and didn't try to defend himself, defended his action, or at least, lied to hide his secret, told Kurt enough.
In a whisper, Kurt said. ``I-I don't want to see you anymore. Go back in Ohio to be with your-your fuck buddy '' He spit out, never one to use the F-word and Blaine flinched `` And don't talk to me anymore. It's horrible what you did, Blaine! You understand? Horrible!''
And he ran, tears streaming down his face. If he could've see despite his growing rage, he could've seen the haunted look in Blaine's eyes, how ashen his skin looked like or the dark rings under his eyes stood out. But he didn't see it because Blaine, the perfect gentleman, the nice guy, the friendly boy and the perfect lover was a cheater. And Kurt couldn't stand for that.
Days became weeks, weeks became months. Kurt, at first, didn't want to go to school, to eat, to sleep. Blaine left with a piece of himself, his heart. And he crushed it. Or course he cried, oh, did he cried! He thought that it was 'it' for them. Despite the fact that they met in high school, they could do it, just like Rachel and Finn did and it seemed to work. But Finn was in New-York, too. He was with his girlfriend everyday. So maybe Blaine was lonely. He knew he was, he was too. How can you not, when you now had different lives in different states? Kurt thought it would work. Apparently not. He always said it was nothing, he just felt lonely. But it didn't matter: Blaine did cheat on him and there was no excuse this time. And when he came to that discussion weeks after the break up, the rage kept flooding. He didn't just text like he did last year with Chandler, ever though back then, he really didn't think that it was cheating, or didn't just kissed a guy and then ran away. From what he assumed, he touched someone else's private, he saw another man naked. And he wanted it. He loved it. He did it all the way. That's when he stopped crying for that spoil little brat who always craved for cocks, as he called him these days.
He was now done with him. He didn't deserve his love, his tears, and his sadness. He's now in New-York, he got to live like a real adult without daddy behind him, and he liked it. He was done with little high school boys who didn't know what they wanted. He was almost 19, and life was good.
Rachel told him that he was too hard on himself or on Blaine, but he didn't listen. What would she know?
``But Kurt, it's been three months now. Do you think that you should…''
``Not now, Rachel. I'm working.''
``Yeah, but think about it.''
``Think about what, Rachel?'' He yelled, turning on his hills. He dropped his scissors he forgot on the living room and he was ready to return in his room to finish his tuxedo he had to do for a project, when Rachel cornered him. Now he was furious.
``You want me to forget him? That's the only thing you talk about these days. You may be okay with arguing every five minutes with your 'Oh so true love', but it's not my case! So when I say we're done, it means we're done. And we were months ago.'' He shrugged, like he didn't care. ``Beside'' he said to a furious Rachel, turning on his hills ``I have a date tonight''.
And he slammed his door.
``Blaine? Blaine. Blaine! Watch your steps!'' yelled in the auditorium to be heard over the music. The music stopped and everyone on the stage stopped the choreography, breathing hard.
``I'm sorry , I forgot to go to the right''
``We're better not having a repeat of it, because The Diva will kick your little mixed raced ass!'' Unique said from her spot, flipping her hair. Artie and Tina looked at him with sympathy and Sam frowned at him. He just shook his head, blushing furiously. ``It's like the billion times that happened since Glee started.''
``Unique, shut it'' Jake warned her.
``Okay, guys take five'' said when he saw that Blaine was not in the mood for more humiliation.
``But we can't take a break! Nationals are coming!'' screamed collective voices.
``Just five minutes guys, not an hour!'' He said, rolling his eyes good naturally.
``Hey, Blaine'' Sam said, approaching the dark haired boy who was sitting on the edge of the stage while everyone left the auditorium to drink some water and doing god knows what.
``Yeah?'' He said, not really interested in what the blond had to say.
``We're going to have a little party, this Friday. You should come.''
``Not interested.'' He replied, hoping that Sam will just go away. But there were no such luck. Sam signed and tried again.
``It's not a big party! To be honest, it's just a sleepover. We're going to watch movies, eat junk food and laughed like old good times.'' There was a pause. ``We miss you, Blaine. And as much as we love the new comers in the New Direction this year, it's all going to be with the old guys. Me, Britt, Artie, and Tina. Mike is going to be there, too. He wanted to visit his family and Tina, so he'll be there! Isn't it great?''
Blaine didn't say anything. There were days when he would just get along with anyone even if it wasn't like last year where he would jump everywhere, but everytime he would smile a little, his friends thought that he will be okay and after three months of torture, he will moved on. But then, there were days when he will sit by himself at lunch, skip glee and he will look like he saw a ghost.
Everybody thought that it was just because of the breakup and someday (sooner rather than later) he will find a good boy to spend times with and to love. People knew why they broke up. But no one wanted to confront him about it or saying something hurtful. He was already a mess as it was and his friends didn't want to do that to him. They said that he learned his lesson and that's what he got by cheating on Kurt.
``Come on, Blaine. It would do you good.'' Sam pressed his friend, his big green eyes pleading.
``Fine, I'll go.'' It was just a whisper, but Sam got his wish.
``Yes! That's my man! Okay, it's at Artie's place, Friday night. Don't eat before, 'cause we're having pizza.''
``Okay guys!'' yelled, ``From the top!'' Sam took his place on the stage and looked at Artie and nodded. The boy in the wheel chair smiled and nodded back, relief on his features.
``That was a lovely night.'' Kurt said to a man named Eric.
``It was all for you, beautiful''. He replied, smiling at Kurt. He smiled back and looked at his apartment, thinking. ``Listen, Rachel and Finn are out tonight, do-do you want to come inside?''
Eric nodded and smiled, showing his beautiful white teeth.
Kurt was shaking. He didn't do anything with another guy besides Blaine. But he had to move on. He had to forget all about him. He cheated on him, he hurt him. He didn't think about him when he touched Sebastian. He lied to him when he said that he didn't feel anything for this guy. It was all a lie. He hated him.
Eric pushed Kurt on his bed and kissed him hungrily.
Eric was a gorgeous man Kurt met at his school. He was the total opposite of Blaine and it was fine for Kurt. He was tall, taller than Kurt. He got broad shoulders and a six packs. He liked to show his muscles, which were obvious. He didn't know why he was with him in the first place. The guy wasn't really his type, but Eric showed him that he was interested and invited him to go out. No, his type had curls, was short, with a 50' movies smile and bowties. A lot of bowties. With suspenders.
No, he couldn't think about the guy who hurt him when he was in the process to sleep with another guy. It wasn't right. They broke up three months ago, so he could get fucked if he wanted! He was single with men (at least, Eric) chasing him, wanting him. Needed him.
I needed you, Kurt.
Kurt opened his eyes wide open. What was that voice?
``What did you say, baby?'' Eric asked, not really interesting in the answer while he sucked at Kurt's neck.
``N-nothing. Keep going.''
``It's so good, Kurt. You're so sexy. ''
I can show you just how much sexy you are, Kurt.
I'm not sexy, Blaine. Stop it.
Yes, yes. You are. You're blushing, and that's as sexy as it gets. Just like the touch of fingertips. Do you remember, Kurt?
Course I do. But… I'm not the little virgin penguin now, hein?
And then, the echo of a laugh. A sweet and warm laugh. God, he missed that sound. He pushed the memory back. He couldn't think about this lazy summer afternoon in the pool. He couldn't.
``Your long neck is so arousing.'' Eric sucked hard.
You have a beautiful neck, Kurt. It's pale and graceful. And long. I love the smell of it. It has a different smell everyday, was that? Strawberry?
Eric was naked now except for his black boxers. Kurt, lost in his own memories, didn't notice that he didn't have a shirt anymore. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't really do anything, but it didn't seem to bother Eric. He took control. He kissed Kurt's chest, and then his pale belly, licking it. Kurt moaned and Eric smirked.
``I know you'll like it, baby''
Do you like it, K? Is it good? I don't really know what I'm doing right now, so tell me if…
Blaine! Stop talking! Lick… lick my belly. Then-then touch my… touch my…
Like that?
And a loud moan.
Kurt closed his eyes, reliving this beautiful moment of intimacy with Blaine. And he moaned again.
``Blaine…'' he whispered, arching his back.
Eric stopped his kisses and looked up, frowning.
``What did you say?'' He asked dangerously.
Kurt opened his eyes and sat up straight. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
``I-I… Eric, I…''
Eric shook his head, putting his clothes on quickly.
``So, this Blaine, another guy you fuck? If I knew you were a little slut, I wouldn't go out with you.''
Kurt sat there, at a loss of word. He could feel tears in his eyes. Is it because of the mention of Blaine, or because Eric said those hurtful things?
Eric stopped at the door. ``It's a shame, though. You seemed like a really good fuck. Santana was right, but I'm so not in the mood to fuck your brains out when you think about another dick head. It's such a turn off. '' Then, he walked away.
``Wait!'' Kurt yelled. ``Santana?'' But when he found his voice back, Eric was already gone.
``Tina, pass me the pop corn.'' Sam whispered to his friend, still watching the movie.
``Artie, the chocolate.'' Brittany asked him, ``But not with the peanut butter filling. I'm allergic.''
Sam, Artie and Tina all looked at her. ``You're not allergic to peanut butter. You ate that all the time.'' Sam said.
``It's because I decided to get allergic to it today. Just like some people are vegetarian.''
They decided to ignore her and went back to the horror movie.
``Blaine, the chips.'' Mike said, waiting for his friend to pass him the bowl, as he was the closest to it. When it didn't come, he looked over at his friend. ``Blaine?''
They all looked in the direction of Blaine, sensing the question in Mike's voice. His place was empty. He was sitting on the love seat in the far corner of the living room near the big window, curling on himself, looking outside to see the rain falling, his eyes empty. He looked like he was somewhere else entirely.
``Okay, that's it. I'm going to talk to him.'' Sam said, pausing the movie. They were whispering, but what's the difference? Artie's living room was (like the rest of the house) quite big and Blaine was on the opposite side of the room and it was like he was daydreaming.
Sam got up, but Tina took his arm, halting his move.
``Wait, Sam. Leave him alone.''
``Why, Tina? It's enough. He needs to be with us, to enjoy himself! Not just sitting there all evening, mourning his loss or whatever it is that he's depressed about.''
``He lost Kurt.'' Brittany said with a sad smile.
``Yeah, well, he cheated.'' Sam replied like it was the most logical answer in the world.
``Anyways, Sam, he's here now. We call it progress.'' Artie said from his wheel chair, still whispering.
``It's not a progress if he's sitting all by himself!'' Sam argued.
Mike shrugged. ``He's in one of his bad day.''
``Yeah, and why's that? Because of it, he ate lunch alone and he didn't go to half of his classes, plus Glee.''
When no one said anything, Sam signed and shook his head. ``I'm just… I'm just so worried about him. I don't know about you guys, but I think it's more than just breaking up with Kurt. I think it's deeper than that. And I want to know what's bothering my friend.
With a silent agreement, they all got up and went to meet their friend. He only acknowledged them when Tina touched his shoulder. He looked up to them, smiling slightly, but it was obviously fake.
``Oh, hey guys. Movie's over? I'm sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.''
``Hey man,'' Sam began softly. ``We want to talk to you.''
Blaine was frowning. His normally tan skin was sickly pale and he had dark circle under his brown eyes. ``Oh? About what?''
``What's up with you?'' Artie asked bluntly. The three others glared at him before Tina sat on the love seat arm. ``You aren't yourself. And since a long time, now.''
``I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine.'' Blaine tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace.
``Okay, Blaine, look.'' Sam signed and approached Blaine. ``We're here to help, okay? So don't lie to us.''
He came to touch Blaine's left forearm, but Blaine flinched. Everyone noticed. Sam didn't look back at his friends. His focus was on Blaine. The boy didn't look up, shaking slightly. Sam took his arm in his hand and as gently as he could, he lifted the sleeve. Bruises, some blue, some black and some purple covered hia entire forearm. Tina and Brittany gasped, seeing this ugly sight. Artie and Mike ware both still, watching with wide eyes. Sam's green eyes were swimming with so much emotion.
``Was it-was it bullies?'' He didn't want to believe that. He didn't know that bullies could be so cruel, so dangerous. There's always the slushies, the pushes in locker doors, but Sam have never seen someone (a teenager, no less) bullied someone as much as physically hurt him that much. It wasn't little bruises you have because of a locker frame. It's huge and looked painful. Some old, some new. Sam didn't know that the people in his high school could be so dangerous, even though no one really like the glee club.
``No, it wasn't.'' Blaine whispered. Well, it's not the bullies, then.
``Blaine, look at me.'' But he didn't look. ``Look at me!'' Sam said again and this time, he had Blaine attention. He lifted his head and his big brown eyes were swimming in tears, his lips trembling. But he couldn't let go. Not here. ``Blaine, this is serious.''
``Sam's right, Blaine'' Artie said finding his voice.
``If someone hurts you, you really need to tell us.'' Tina was almost crying at this point.
``But-but… I…''
``No more lying, damn it!'' Mike lost his patience. Sam looked back and gave him a reproachful look. He then turned to look at Blaine.
``But you don't understand.'' Blaine tried to say, his sobs ready to explode.
``No. You don't understand. How many other bruises you keep hiding, hein? Who gives them to you?''
Blaine was panicking at this point. He was shaking and he was now crying. He shook his head constantly trying to ignore this constant judgment.
``I have to go.''