Life with Stella
Chapter One
Ok. I know Blaine's a year older than me, but it's really gonna work out. I know it, we complete each other and I have no doubts. He wants me to meet someone with him for dinner tonight though… and well… I really hope it's not his parents. I know I'll freeze up. As I walk into the restaurant I see Blaine… no sign of parents… only a small, fragile looking, blonde girl, with black streaks in her hair, and WAY too much eye liner and lipstick on. Oh Gaga… who is this and what on earth is wrong with them… I saw Blaine nudge her, and she stood next to him. I pulled him into a hug, and sat down. "So who is this?" I asked my voice thick with curiosity. Blaine nudged her again. "Stella. My name's Stella," she spat. Someone doesn't like people… "Sorry, I promise she won't bite she's just not a people person…" Blaine said apologetically. "Well, who is she then?" I asked trying to sound calm as possible. I was far from calm… she was kind of scaring me. "I'm her legal guardian… this is why I can't move in with you," he smiled at her. "Oh please, don't let me get in your way lover boy," she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Oh, sorry darling, somehow I thought you were some kind of competition," I said patting her arm. "Kurt's kind of a diva," Blaine said giving me a playful shove. "Mhmm…" she only mumbled. Blaine sighed. "Stella," Blaine said more firmly this time. She gave him a look that could kill the dead. "Don't mind me Lady Face, just because I'm emo doesn't make me evil," she got up. "I'm gonna go get some coffee next door, feel free to gossip about me," she hissed walking away. Blaine rubbed his head like he always does when he's stressed. "Hey don't worry, she doesn't scare me," I tried to be as comforting as possible. "You have to understand, she doesn't mean to be this way, she's just... she had a hard life…" Blaine stuttered. I rubbed his arm. "It's okay, it's like the overly nice step mother in all those sappy romantic comedies, she's not gonna scare me, I'm going to be nice, and guide her best I can, she's not gonna scare me away," I said. Blaine looked over and smiled at me. At that moment she walked back in coffee in one hand, a phone in the other. She sat down. "So money or looks?" she asked with an icy cold tone. Ok, two can play this game. "Love," I said flatly looking straight into her eyes. I heard her mumbled "Oh please." Blaine looked over at her, he looked pretty pissed. "Ok, that's enough Stella, you're not going to sit here and try to intimidate my boyfriend, and interrogate us on our relationship." Blaine said firmly "Why shouldn't I? You'd do it to me!" she spat back. "Because I can't trust you to behave, which brings me to the other reason I brought you two here. You go to school with Kurt did you know that?" he asked her. "Yeah, the gay boy always getting shoved into my locker, I noticed… the third time he broke my locker with his shoulder," she spat at me. I felt myself getting very angry. "That's right; by the way, you're so grounded for saying that, because of your recent trip to Mr. Figgins office he will be watching you at school. 24/7. I no longer trust you to handle yourself, let alone show up to school looking decent, based on our little fashion show last week. Fishnets and leather booty shorts, really? So Kurt, I ask you this favor, please watch my little darling," his voice was flooded with sarcasm. "What?" Stella screamed. I was stunned. "End of conversation," Blaine concluded. "That is so uncool Blaine!" she whined. "Well, that's what you get when you think that I'm an idiot, and what you think is worth more than what I think, and that there's ANYTHING wrong with my boyfriend, dissing him to his face, and openly not giving a crap about him getting bullied, and BLAMING him for it!" Blaine yelled back. "Just because you had a hard time in high school doesn't mean you need to be his freaking savior!" she screamed storming out of the restaurant. I was still stunned. "I am so sorry, I can't help but feel like I should have stayed out of it and-" I was interrupted. "It's fine, she's always like this," he said quietly. I felt bad for Blaine. Why didn't he tell me what he was dealing with? I would have helped him, maybe gotten her to counseling or something. Gaga knows she needs it… "God Kurt, what did I do wrong? Where's the little girl that I used to know?" Blaine screamed at himself. I paid while he wasn't looking and dragged him out the chair and pushed him into the passenger seat of my car. I sat in the driver's seat and turned to face him. "You didn't do anything wrong, you're doing all you can to help her, and that's all you can do," I said comfortingly as I could. I rubbed his shoulders. He leaned into my hands. "You know you're amazing right? Like, there's no one who knows me like you do?" he asked looking at me. I smiled. I loved when he told me how much I mean to him. "I know," I said kissing him on the forehead. "Come on, I'll drive you home," I offered. "Oh I drove here, I can't leave my car," he said pointing to an empty parking spot. "You didn't see her take your car…?" I asked nervously. "What? SHE TOOK MY CAR?" he was freaking out. I laughed. "Oh Blaine, you poor thing, you really need some help with that girl," I said grabbing his hand while starting the car. He rambled the whole ride about how he was horrible at parenting, and how he was going to ground her till she died. "Blaine, you stepped into parenting with a teenager. The hardest time is when they're in their teen years, for a girl like her, you're doing a pretty good job," I laughed to myself. He started to laugh too. Thank Gaga. "You know… the last time she took my car she drove all the way to Indiana…" he said laughing. "Are you serious? That girl is a demon!" I yelled. He laughed. "Trust me, my money thoroughly agrees," he added. We both laughed. Well… It was going to be a long night… Correction. It's going to be a long life…