This is sort of like my little baby - something that's been playing around in my head since that scene (which has yet to be confirmed in the fic so I'll keep that one a secret for now - although with a bit of thought you could probably work it out) aired. I needed to write it all down because it was driving me crazy, so I sat in Costa and wrote out the first chapter. I decided to write it out here for somewhere more official than my little moleskin - and for anyone interested to take a read for something perhaps a bit different to your average Klaine fic.
Let me know if you liked it, if you didn't (keep it constructive though guys - I don't know how many 'This is crap' comments I can feasibly take), if you want me to continue, etc etc, I'd love to hear what you think!
"And then what happened, Kurt?"
Kurt's shoes shuffled in the claustrophobic witness box. The stench of past guilty suspects' sweat and nerves hung around his nose, mixing sickeningly with the expensive scent of the interrogating barrister's cologne, making him more queasy than he already felt in the current situation.
His memory reluctantly dragged itself back to that day, the day everything went a bit topsy turvy. The limp body lying frozen on the concrete at the bottom of the stairs, the eyes of several accusing students staring, stunned, at the scene before them. Kurt clutching Blaine's blazer lapels, sobbing incoherently into his chest, Blaine's guardian voice telling him that he was there and that everything was going to be okay.
Grey clouds masked the night sky as the pair sat in Kurt's garden, swinging on the little chair hanging from the oak tree, huddled together to shelter from the impending temperature. 2 hours they had sat in the same position, barely speaking. Kurt's head rested gently on Blaine's shoulder, while Blaine strung a protective arm around the back of Kurt's neck, holding him close. The distraught sobs had faded long back and now only the faint stains around Kurt's lids gave him away.
Kurt glanced slowly up at Blaine, whose eyes were gently resting closed. How, in all the people present at Dalton, had he chosen him from the crowd on the marble staircase? It seemed like a thousand lifetimes ago but in actual reality it was mere weeks. Equally, how had it been Blaine, of all the students present at the scene, who had caught him? Wiped away his tears, brushed him off, and picked him back up again? And Kurt couldn't help but touch on the idea that after all this was over he would leave him.
Blaine's puppy eyes opened and caught Kurt's glistening gaze. He smiled a reassuring smile and tilted his head. Kurt blinked, and a hot tear ran down his pale cheekbones as the idea of Blaine's imminent departure lingered in his thoughts.
Ever understanding and patient, Blaine simply shushed Kurt back into his chest, rocking back and forth as though nursing a baby in his arms.
He took Kurt's face gently into his hands, looked him in the eye and said calmly "Kurt, listen to me." Kurt peered out at the boy through blurry eyes, choking back additional sobs. "Everything is going to be okay. I'm here for you every step of the way."
He'd heard the words before. Many a time, in fact, in the past few days, but every time he heard them they meant something more to Kurt. Kurt's lips curled into a smile to imitate Blaine's, but before he could become content, the reality of the situation came flooding back.
"I can't go to prison, Blaine," he muttered, his eyes falling shut as he fought back the taps. He looked up again at Blaine through wet eyes. "They'll kill me."
Kurt broke again. Tears traced silent lines down his cheeks like a mute river, shaking over his vibrating jaw-line and falling with a splash onto his collarbone.
"No," Blaine cut in, tenderly thumbing away the fresh droplets and pushing a strand of wet hair out of Kurt's eyes. "No, you won't go to prison."
Kurt swallowed away a weep. "H-how c-can you know?"
"Listen to me, Kurt. It was an accident. He pushed me first, you were just defending me."
"I don't understand Blaine, that's not what-"
"He fell, Kurt. You pulled him away from me, and he fell."
To be continued...