I don't Own Glee... If I did... I would cut, any one who suggested removing Criss Colfer from Glee :(
Blaine Mpreg ...coz I Can...
I don't know, if readers understand, just how desperately a newbie writer waits for reviews.
I almost gave up writing coz my previous story got me an anonymous flame, which really, really broke my heart.
It's just that writing is as important as food to me, I can delay, reduce or change it, but I can't give it up. So screw you anon flamer...
I just realised (thanks to story traffic stats), that more than two thousand people read my stories, but none realised that even a "Hi" from them would've cheered me up beyond words.
So please if you like this one or the previous ones for the matter, Review.
A NEW DAY
This couldn't be happening! Maybe it's a really elaborate nightmare. Maybe I've hit my head and am lying in a coma or something and when I wake up, Kurt will still be there to hug and kiss me and to tell me he's so glad to have me.
Blaine tried to soothe himself, but he knew better, he'd been living this nightmare for almost five months now, and he just couldn't anymore.
He slithered down the side of the cement barricade built to keep people from the uneven bank of Hawg creek.
It was close to dawn, and this part of the creek was ill lit and isolated, it had been one of their favourite make out spots. It was still so beautiful.
He could hear the swift flow of the creek as it joined the Ottawa further down. Maybe it was an ok spot for a good swimmer, but Blaine wasn't one. After a bully had taken a dunking too far, he had developed a deep phobia for swimming and he very rarely ventured close to large water bodies.
It was perfect, if they found him at all, it'd be considered a sad swimming accident, and it'll spare his family any unnecessary embarrassment.
Once he reached the edge, he swiftly removed his clothes and sat at the edge of the water, now shivering almost uncontrollably. He had no personal items on him; he'd taken care of that.
He had wanted to hold on to something of Kurt's but he had nothing, he had had to leave it all behind.
That was not really true though...
The fluttering in his belly felt light, delicate like a butterfly's wing, but it was there, there was no ignoring it.
A silent trail of tears slid past his scruffy gaunt cheek. He didn't bother to wipe it. His headache was pounding the words FREAK FREAK FREAK into his temple.
He walked into the chilly water as he tried hard not to relive the hate and disgust of his parents' words in his final moments.
They were supposed to leave was new York the next day. He had had a showdown, again, with his dad that afternoon over choosing Julliard over law at Harward, but, while he was upset about the argument, he knew what he wanted for sure.
He had been waiting for Kurt with an engagement ring, but he didn't show. He had been so worried, so disappointed, his calls kept going to voice mail.
When he reached home his parents had been waiting for him. His dad had very simply, very proudly stated "everyone has a price... your Kurt was just a little expensive"
He hadn't believed one word. Of course, it was all lies. Kurt wanted a career on broadway, but he would never do this to Blaine. Dad was simply trying to break them up.
Blaine had actually laughed at his dad's childishness and driven right back to Lima to talk to Kurt.
But, Burt wouldn't let him in, he said Kurt left that very evening and he was not to contact him... ever.