Do you ever get that feeling that someone is following you? I have that right now. I know I am on a street so people aren't a rare occurrence, but this is different. It's odd.
All of the sudden, the feeling of anxiety comes. I know why. That feeling of being followed could indeed be my worst nightmare coming alive. And because I'm not at school, it becomes so much worse. What if it's the stupid jocks who bully me every day at school? What if they're following me right now? It may be possible. Surely they wouldn't as I am heading to the safety of my home where my slightly overprotective dad is? Right?
I picked up speed and turned the corner. My heart rate was picking up. As I kept walking, as casual as possible, I look over my shoulder. No one is on the street behind me. No one. So why do I still feel like I'm being followed? I take a deep breath and keep walking. That feeling still continues and I hate it. I almost wish there indeed was someone following me so at least my feeling and hunch would be correct. I should have drove. That way this all could have been avoided. I sigh and keep walking.
Then I hear it. That sound of a dry leaf crunching on the pavement. I whip around. But no one is there. How is that possible? I don't feel sick, so I'm not hallucinating.
"Hey!"
I turn back around at the word. I am then face to face with some kid. Well, not a kid, a teenager. A shorter one, to be exact. His large hazel eyes are staring at me and he is grinning too. I jump back in surprise.
"Woah, don't fall!" he said, chuckling.
I stand up straight and stare at him. He has curly black hair that is gelled into place so much that I can only tell about the curls is because of the few loose ones that escaped the gel's hold.
"Uh, hi..." I said slowly. He was in my way.
"Hey!" he said again with a cute smile. Wait... Cute smile?
I smiled awkwardly and try to step to the side and pass him. He chuckles and steps in my way so I can't pass. I freeze and stare at him.
"I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself. I'm Blaine Anderson" he said.
I open my mouth to at least tell him my name, but he speaks again.
"And you are Kurt Hummel."
I freeze again. How did he know?
"Um, how do you know that?" I asked, eyes narrowing.
"It's my job" Blaine says with a smile.
I don't even know how to respond to that.
"You see" he continues, "I am a WatchMan."
"A what?"
"A WatchMan" Blaine says. "My job is to protect and watch over people. People like you."
This was only getting too weird. Time to make an exit.
"I'm sorry, I have to go" I said, trying to pass him again.
"Okay, where are we going?" Blaine asked excitedly.
"WE aren't going anywhere. I am going home" I tell him.
"Kurt, you don't understand" Blaine says to me. "I'm not a creepy as you think. Just hear me out. There is a force in the universe. What it does is watch over people who are in danger of others. You are one of the people we watch. And then, just before it gets really serious, someone is sent to help and protect you. That's me!"
"So because I am bullied, they send you to protect me?" I ask to confirm.
"Yup."
"So the bullying is gonna get really serious?" I asked, worried.
"Yes. How do you go to school?" Blaine asks me.
"I drive or walk."
"No, how do you get IN the school?"
"The east doors. They're closest to my locker" I say.
Blaine smiles. "Right. Well, tomorrow, if you go in those doors, you'll be greeted by the football players. And, they will all be holding golf clubs and slushies."
I gasp and go pale. "R-really?"
"Yeah. So that's why I'm here" Blaine said. "To protect you."
That was sweet. But I'm not telling him that. "Okay..." I say, shifting my position.
"So, do you wanna talk?" Blaine asked.
"Um...okay..." I said. If his odd story is true, I might as well talk to him. I mean, he possibly saved me from death, depending on what the jocks decide to do with those gold clubs.
"Great!" Blaine smiles and takes my hand. I flinch a bit, but he seems to miss that and pull me along the street to the local park. We sit down on the blue metal bench. I'm still a bit dizzy from the fact that he was holding my hand. Voluntarily.
I face him. "So..."
Blaine looks uncomfortable and he keeps glancing around. "Do you got any books or magazines or something in your bag?" He asks me, looking at my brown designer bag that I placed by my feet on the ground.
"Um, yeah..." I pull out a fashion magazine. "Why?"
"Put it on your lap, and open it up" Blaine instructs. I do that, but I don't understand why. "And keep looking down at it."
"Why?" I ask.
"So that if people see you, they'll think you are just reading in the park" Blaine explains. I still have no idea what he means. I glance up and him, and hopefully, he can see the confusion on my face.
He does. "You see, I'm not...visible...to people."
"I can see you" I pointed out with a smile.
"Well, because I want you to see me. I can change it up" Blaine smiled.
"Oh." I nodded. I look down at my magazine but not because Blaine said to do that. I look down when I'm uncomfortable.
Neither of us said anything for a minute. Or two. Actually, time felt so long so I have no idea how long it was.
"You seem...not comfortable" Blaine said slowly, breaking the silence.
"Well, I've never done this before" I inform him.
"I know. The whole WatchMan thing can be a bit odd at first, but I'll explain it all, it's not very-" Blaine starts
"No" I cut him off. He paused and stares at me, waiting for me to continue. "I mean the whole sitting and talking thing" I say quietly.
Blaine's eyes widen. "Really? You mean you don't sit and talk with a friend ever?"
"You have to actually have friends to do that" I said slowly.
I look back down.
"You don't have friends?" Blaine asks quietly. You can practically hear the sadness and compassion in his voice.
"No" I answer. And that was the truth. "Well, I'm in a Glee club at school so I have acquaintances that talk to me, but only about music or other people in the school" I right away regret telling him that. I mean, now I just sound totally pathetic.
"Oh" Blaine was silent. Totally judging me. I wanted to get up and run away, but I knew that he'd just follow me.
Then Blaine looked up at me. "Well, now you have one!"
"A friend?" I ask.
"Yes!"
"Well, we just met like fifteen minutes ago. And if you were sent here, it's not really by choice" I said. Really, I was just subconsciously getting rid of any possible ways before I get broken hearted.
"Yes, I was sent here, but I did have so choice in who I was sent to" Blaine smiled.
I looked up at him and our eyes met for a second.
"What are you saying?" I ask. "That you chose me?"
"Yeah I am" Blaine nodded with a kind smile.
"Why?" I was party touched and partly in doubt. No one would ever chose me. That's the way it is.
"I had my reasons."
I paused. "You going to share them?"
"Nope" Blaine said with a grin.
I roll my eyes.
"So do you have any questions about the whole WatchMan thing? I can tell you have questions. So ask away!" Blaine prompted with an arm wave.
I shifted in my seat. "Um... Well...how can you tell what the jocks were going to do to me tomorrow?"
"We can tell the future" Blaine said, obviously proud.
"Oh. And why can't people see you?" I ask going through my list of questions.
"It can be dangerous" Blaine said simply.
"And when do you leave?" I ask.
"It depends. When it is confirmed that you are in no danger, I can go" Blaine said. "But there are other things too..." His voice got quieter at the end.
"Like?"
"Like...if we are in danger too, then we leave and a new WatchMan takes over. But then there are ways to never leave."
"I may be stuck with you for life?" I gasp.
"Well, don't be so happy about it" Blaine said sarcastically. I could feel a blush. The way I said it, it did sound mean.
"Not with you. If...certain things...happen, I become a full human and can live life here" Blaine said.
"What kind of certain things?" I asked.
"Like if I fall in love" Blaine said, looking at the rows of trees. I didn't say anything but I could tell he was sorta struggling to keep his voice casual.
"Oh" I say. I consider saying more, but I decided against it.
"A-any more questions?" Blaine asks, looking over at me.
"Yeah. Give me an estimate how long you will be protecting me for" I say. I'm curious. I wanna know.
"Um...that's a tough one. It's just a guess, but maybe a month. Or so. You're bullying situation seems pretty intense. I don't think a week will cut it" Blaine said slowly.
"A month? Where will you stay the whole time?" I gasp. "Because I'd invite you to stay at my house, but I'm not sure how cool my dad would be with this all. But I can't let you stay somewhere else when you are here for me and I-"
"Kurt! Kurt!" Blaine laughed and stopped me.
I stopped talking and blushed. "Sorry, I ramble often..."
"No worries. It's funny" Blaine smiled widely.
I smiled. I mean, who wouldn't. He pretty much said he liked my annoying habit.
"Look, don't worry about me or where I stay. It's all worked out" Blaine nodded. "We are here to worry about you."
"Wow. Three people who care" I said sarcastically. Yet it was all truth.
Blaine chuckled. I think he knew I wasn't joking either.
I flip the page of the magazine in my lap and shiver.
"Are you cold?" Blaine asked, noticing.
"No" I lied. Why be a bother?
"You're lying" Blaine's gorgeous hazel eyes narrowed.
"I'm fine" I assure Blaine.
"No, I don't believe you!" Blaine smiled and announced. He took off his black coat and put it around my small frame.
"Blaine, Blaine, really, I'm fine!" I said, trying to shake off the coat, but Blaine kept it on me.
"Nope" Blaine said with a silly smile.
I stopped fighting to get it off and sat still with a huff. I turned to look at him. "What about you? Won't you be cold?"
"I'm not technically a full human, so no" Blaine said. He scooted closer to me. Our shoulders were touching. My heart beat quickened.
"See? Isn't that better?" Blaine asked, patting my arm.
"A bit" I say. Actually, it was a lot better, but I wasn't about to tell him that.
"So any more questions?" Blaine asked.
"Actually, yes" I smiled. "How is this going to work from now on? Like, are you always gonna be following me but no one will see you?"
"Not all the time" Blaine said. "But I'll be there when you need me."
I nodded. "Do you have any questions for me?"
"Not really" Blaine admitted. "I know a lot about you because I've been watching you for a while."
"What a creep" I joke.
Blaine laughs. He has such a great laugh. "Yeah, I know I sound like a complete stalker, but I'm not."
"Oh, well I feel a whole lot better now!" I roll my eyes.
Blaine smirked. "Yes, I'm already doing great at my job!"
"So do you have magic powers or something?" I ask. It was such a nerdy question, but I kinda really wanted to know.
"Sorta. Not like magic wand powers. That's all fake. It's more like mind powers" Blaine said.
"That's so cool!" I exclaim. It really was. Maybe if I had powers, people wouldn't think I was so lame. Oh, there goes my stupid overactive imagination again.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, interrupting my train of thought.
"Yeah?"
"You're phone is ringing" Blaine said, his eyes looking at my bag.
"Oh, shoot. I didn't hear that. Thanks!" I reach down and dig through my bag, pulling out my phone.
It's my dad.
"Hello?" I ask into the phone.
"Kurt? Where are you?" He asks me.
"I'm at the park" I answer.
"By yourself?"
"Um..." I freeze. Do I tell him about Blaine? Can I? I look at Blaine, who is watching me. He shakes his head no.
"Yeah. It's fine. I'm just reading, Dad" I say slowly.
"Well, come on home" my dad says.
"Sure thing!" I say. "Bye!" I hang up. I love my Dad but sometimes he can be so over protective. I need freedom too sometimes!
"Your dad?" Blaine asks.
"Yeah. I have to go" I stand up and shove the magazine in my bag.
"Okay. I'll walk you home" Blaine said, standing up too.
"I really don't think that's necessary" I mumble.
"Maybe so. But it's happening anyway" Blaine gives me a charming smile.
We walk home. It's nothing special. We walk and talk. Yet, I enjoy every moment of it. It's all new to me. Having someone who talks to you and cares. Someone who doesn't insult and threaten you all the time. Almost too good to be true.
We arrive at my house.
"Here we are" I tell him.
"I know."
"Oh, yes. The stalker" I roll my eyes. Blaine laughs. Then comes the awkward silence. We just kinda smile and stare between each other and the house.
Finally, Blaine speaks.
"So, I'll be off now. I may see you tomorrow morning, I may not. Just remember, don't go in the east doors at your school. But I swear I'll see you after school" Blaine said with a smile.
"What if the jocks come find me?" I ask, a bit frantic.
"They won't" Blaine assures me. I'm not much of a trusting person, but I couldn't find a reason not to trust Blaine.
"You'll be fine" Blaine tells me with a confident smile.
"And if there's trouble?" I ask to be sure.
Blaine smiles. "I'll save you."
That was all I needed. We said our goodbyes and I walked into my warm house.