The Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and his associates, but I own the story! :DThe Song "I want to break free" belongs to the amazing band "Queen"
This is my first story, and I'm French so please be kind! I want to thank my so essential friend UpReenDown, for being my beta and who helped me for my spelling mistakes xp! I hope you will like it! Submit me your ideas! Revvviiiiiieeeeewwwwss :)
Let me kiss your shadow
Chapter 1
It was a perfect moment. Maybe too perfect, Blaine thought.
Sat on the top of the hill, his eyes were lost in the grass that was surrounding him. Even though it was windy, the sun warmed his skin and blinded him. Perfect. A gentle hand brushed his cheek. He looked up to find a wonderful smile, platinum blond hair and a pair of blue eyes watching him intently.
'You're perfect.' said the blond boy before him.
He remained silent for a while, before speaking.
'It's not true, nothing here is true. It's so illusory…' answered Blaine with a soft sigh, before going back to starring at the grass.
Sam took Blaine's chin in his hand, forcing him to look up and said:
-But you like it.
Blaine didn't want to answer. It would have been useless. But he definitely did like it.
Sam interrupted him in his thoughts with a soft kiss, as the wind was blowing wildly, giving him chills. When he pulled away from Blaine, Sam whispered:
-I love you.
As Blaine smiled and stared at Sam, a weird noise coming from nowhere came to his ears. It became stronger and stronger, but the blond boy didn't seem to hear it. The strange sound became clearer; it was an alarm clock ringing.
Blaine closed his eyes; he was so upset right now. Even the most beautiful moments had to end.
-I gotta go… You'll be there tonight? Asked Blaine, nearly begging.
-Sure I will! Said Sam, so confident.
Blaine lay down on the grass, and took a last deep breath.
Utter darkness.
It was just a dream.
He woke up in his small and cold bedroom. It had nothing to do with the green hill he was sitting on, only a minute ago. He took the alarm clock and stopped it, before putting it on his bedside table. He opened his windows, and smiled, feeling the wind going through his curly dark hair, the same wind that made him chill before.
Almost every night, he kind of "met" Sam in his dreams. Well, not really. It wasn't Sam. It was a dream, just a dream. And Blaine was totally in love with him. Not the real one, the fake one. It took a long time to Blaine to understand that they were two different persons, but he had to admit it. Why did he take his appearance? Blaine didn't really know. The real Sam was straight of course, and probably homophobe, because he always avoided him, in every situation, like singing a duet, practicing boxing… But he didn't care, because the fake one made him happy, even knowing he wasn't true. Blaine lived at night in his bed, and yet in so many places, and it was enough for the moment. He knew one day he would need more than just a dream, but he tried not to think about it.
He took a quick shower before breakfast, and went to school, as usual.
Wearing a new bowtie and a t-shirt with stripes and short sleeves, Blaine walked through the McKinley High school hallways with pride and dignity. Being gay wasn't easy, but if he wanted to make things change, he had to be an example for other people like him. It was his senior year, and he wanted it to be grand. He wanted to make every day a new challenge to improve in every way possible. Fortunately, there was Glee club. It was the only place in the world where he could feel at home.
When he started dreaming of Sam, Blaine was very ill-at-ease, thinking the blond boy would probably identify his "feelings", but since he found out he didn't feel anything for him, he had relaxed and moved on.
He arrived on time in the choir room and saw Mister Schue reading some partitions on the piano. Blaine had always liked Mister Schue, not because he had abs to die for, but because he was a really good teacher, and even if it sounded weird, he was a friend to Blaine. He supported him when he was rejected by everyone after cheating on Kurt. Because even if he did wrong, Kurt wasn't there for him and avoided him more than Sam did, and his job was more important than his boyfriend so…
Blaine put his bag on a chair and sat on another one. He was surprised no one was there, but he loved these moments with his teacher.
-How are you Mister Schue? You seem quite tired, asked politely Blaine.
-Oh fine thank you! Yeah, I'm getting tired with the songs we have to perform for regionals! They're getting closer each day, and I still can't choose the perfect song! I can't make up my mind…
-Let me see! Proposed Blaine.
He rose from his chair and went to the piano. It took a look at the musical scores, and raised his eyebrows.
-Wow, said the boy. Those are great songs! Can I pick up one to try it?
-Sure! Said his teacher.
Blaine took a partition called "I want to break free" by Queen and cleared his throat. He closed his eyes and slowly opened his mouth. The sound of his voice came out in the most melodious way possible:
I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self satisfied I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free
Blaine enjoyed the song so much that he couldn't help himself dancing in all the choir room. He loved so much Freddy Mercury, his songs, his way to be… He wanted to be like him, to be him!
The young boy had the rhythm in him; he could feel it, like everyone else could.
Besides, the song reflected him so perfectly.
I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
And this time I know it's for real
I've fallen in love yeah
God knows God knows I've fallen in loveIt's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you love me like you do
But I have to be su…
Suddenly the music stopped, making Blaine feel really uncomfortable, and quite humiliated. But this first shock was nothing compared to the second one, when Blaine realised that it was Sam, who pressed the 'stop' button.
The disruptor seemed a bit confused but spoke anyway:
-Mister Schue, can I please talk to you for a minute? You have to …
-Why the hell did you stop me? Couldn't you just wait? Asked Blaine, irritated.
He could not believe it. Sam was driving him crazy; He never approached him, but when he finally did, it was to make him feel annoyed and humiliated. Brilliant.
Sam couldn't stay motionless, and Blaine fancied Sam making small nervous jumps.
-I'm sorry Blaine, but actually I couldn't. Now please come with me mister Schue! Sam said, hurried.
Mister Schue rose from his chair and came to Sam.
-Let's go Sam, said the teacher, increasingly worried. Sorry Blaine, I'm coming back in a few minutes.
Blaine dropped his arms as the two men were leaving the room. There was nothing more he could do, Sam won. Once again.
He sat on the chair mister Schue left ten seconds ago, in a total silence. He put his elbows on his knees, and took his head in his hands, powerless.
He had nothing to do, so he thought. He thought about his life, the way something unusual made him happy. Somehow, he felt silly to be happy thanks to that. But from another point of view, if it really did make him happy, was it that silly? "I mean", He thought "I'm tired of looking for happiness everywhere I go, so if I finally found what can bring joy into my life, what's wrong with that?" He couldn't wait to see Sam tonight. Or whoever "he" was.
But he had no more time to think about the magical trip he was going to have this night, because a painful scream came from the corridors to his ears.