A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the suck fest that the first version of this chapter was. I was so excited about it and wrote it quickly, so I forgot half of the stuff and just did an all around crappy job. That being said, you NEED to read this chapter again if you are to continue on with the story, because nothing will make sense if you don't. Sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused!
Also, PLEASE review! Special thanks to fightsilence for my first one, and the main reason why I didn't delete this. I need criticism, so don't hold back.
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Disclaimer: I own glee. Duh.
P.S. Oh shat, I dug myself a nice grave. Obviously Rachel was romantically interested in her brother. (OH THE TEARS, LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW!) I'm going to swap Rachel with a pronoun, being that I have no clue how awkward it would have been if it was another member of New Directions, and my name creating capability stretches out as far as Bob or Mary. Talented, yes, I know. XD
OMG YOU GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING. I SUCK, I KNOW. But I did move twice, so I guess I have some excuse. Not to mention I only got ONE REVIEW. I am editing the second chapter now, so it should be up either today, tomorrow, or the day-after depending on my school.
"I would say bye, but I wouldn't want to make you angry." Blaine said angrily as he stormed out. Dammit, Kurt thought as he realized how badly he had fucked up. Of course he fell in love with Blaine... the one gay guy who ended up not being gay. He had fallen so quickly, so hard... why couldn't Blaine just stop playing games with him and be gay? This was all his fault... Kurt stopped himself there. As much as he would love to blame Blaine, he knew that Blaine had done nothing wrong. Everyone had to experiment at some point, it was only human. Kurt was the one who let himself fall, only because he thought he had finally found someone to catch him. Apparently he had been wrong. Why am I so stupid?
Kurt noticed that he still had his coffee and was still sitting at the table, a very confused and angry expression crossing his looked around to find a few people looking at him, but on glare and they continued in whatever they were doing before. I should leave, he realized. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to sit here and fume silently where anything could happen. The last thing he wanted was to start acting crazy in public.
Kurt started to stand up, but a discreet little clicking noise got his attention before he could finish. Uh, what the hell was that? Kurt looked around the little cafe, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. That sounded like a camera, he reminded himself, but saw no cameras, phones, or anything.
I'm going insane. Kurt sighed at the thought. I don't act like other guys, I fall in love with people who hurt me, and now I'm hearing strange noises. May as well fasten the straight-jacket to me now.
Little did Kurt know that that was a very real click, coming from a very real camera.
Click. DAMMIT! WHERE THE FUCK ARE THOSE COMING FROM! Kurt audibly groaned as the familiar clicking rung in his ears. All he wanted was a nice evening walk with Blaine, WITHOUT hearing things. They had gotten over their fight three months ago, after a determined teenage girl had kissed Blaine sober, only to have him admit that he was definitely gay. Since then, Kurt and Blaine had become a couple, and luckily for Kurt, Blaine did not notice his boyfriend's insanity. However, something was different about the clicking today. Usually it was subtle, leaving Kurt to believe that he had imagined it. Today it rung loud and clear, almost as if to mock him.
But instead of ignoring the sound like he normally did, Blaine turned around, as if looking for something. After a few seconds, he turned to Kurt with a confused expression crossing his face. Oh my Gaga, he is just adorable! Kurt thought and blushed. He still squealed like a girl at the thought of Blaine being his boyfriend.
"Kurt, did you hear that clicking?" Blaine asked, confusion seeping through his words. Kurt once again had to remind himself how cute his boyfriend was.
"Yeah, I did. I've been hearing them for a while now, but I thought that was just me hearing things." Kurt said before he could stop himself. Thankfully he had left out the fact that the clicks had been constant, no matter where he went or what he did. The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to worry about him. Kurt began to bluch yet again out of embarrassment.
Blaine didn't seem to notice, though, as the confusion on his face was replaced with fear and concern. "Kurt, that sounds an awful lot like a camera."
Kurt wanted to retort, but the worry in his voice stopped him dead in his tracks. Suddenly Kurt realized what Blaine was implying. "I'm sure there's nothing to it. I mean, that kind of stuff only happens on shows, right? Stalkers don't re-"
As soon as the word came out of Kurt's mouth he regretted saying it. For at that moment, a man wearing a ski mask jumped out at them from supposedly nowhere. He wasted no time before hitting Kurt upside the head with a crowbar. Kurt stumbled backwards and tripped as blood splattered across the sidewalk. The concrete was not forgiving to him, and he groaned in pain as he hit the ground.
Anger swelled Blaine's body as he watched his boyfriend collapse. "You son of a BITCH!" He yelled as he lunged at the man. Unfortunately, the man was prepared, and swung the crowbar at Blaine's head as he turned. Blaine was on the floor instantly.
"Now now, careful there fag. Wouldn't want to get your boyfriend hurt, would you?" the man said with a sneer. Blaine quickly shook his head. The man revealed a sickening smile, and turned to Kurt who lay on the ground. "Just for that little outburst, I think I'll..." Blaine barely saw a foot stomp on Kurt's leg, but he clearly heard the bone crack and the cry of pain that escaped Kurt's lips.
The man picked up his camera that hung from his neck, and snapped a picture of Kurt. This infuriated Blaine, and he started to get up, before quickly stopping. He didn't want to get Kurt hurt further. Before he could lay back down, however, the man seemed to notice and he turned around to face Blaine. "Well, queer, if hurting your boyfriend won't work, maybe I should hurt you."
Blaine watched as Kurt shot up and started shaking his head. The man turned to Kurt and laughed a vile laugh. "No worries princess. It will be your turn again soon." The man faced Blaine once again and continued laughing. He sharply kicked Blaine's side once, but it was enough to send Blaine slouching over himself, violently coughing up blood.
"STOP IT!" Kurt yelled, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. The look of pain and horror in Kurt's eyes was enough to make Blaine's eyes well up too. Why Kurt? Get ME! he thought.
"Please... don't hurt Kurt... hurt me if you must... just don't touch Kurt." Blaine pleaded. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if this asshole kept hurting Kurt, because knew that as of then, he wouldn't be able to stop the man.
"Aww... look at that. The fag loves his princess! How sweet." the man growled. "Sadly, I don't give a shit. And quite frankly, I'm tired of dealing with you." The man picked up his crowbar, held it like a baseball bat, and curled his lips. "Nighty night, fag!" With that, the man swung, hitting Blaine once again across the head. This time, the swing was more powerful, and he knew he couldn't stay conscious. He fell to the ground on his side.
The last thing he knew of before he was submerged in darkness, was a swish of blue fabric and a blood-curdling scream of his name from the man he loved.
A/N: So yeah... review? :3 It will make me write faster.