Ok, this totally just came to me and I had to write it. I'm really sorry if there are some places that just don't make sense. I know- there are a lot. So please look past them. Do what I do- make them into sentences that actually do make sense! Yay! Anyway, please forgive me for that. Enjoy!
I stood there wishing that I could pull myself together, but the tears just flowed one by one. I looked at my step brother and best friend, wishing that I could disappear. They gave me a look of pity and concern.
Before they could say anything I barely choked out, "I need to find Blaine." And I hurried off before anyone could stop me.
As I practically sprinted down the halls, the bell rang and soon the hallways were empty. I made my way into the bathroom and just stared into the mirror.
I looked like crap.
My eyes were red and so swollen that my eyes were smaller than normal. My cheeks were red and tear streaked and my hair was just a little out of place from running.
I pulled out my phone and sent a brief text.
Can you meet me by my locker? I need you.
I looked at myself in the mirror once more and splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would help the redness.
It didn't.
My phone vibrated signaling a text was coming in.
Sure, I'll be there in five minutes. Ten at the most. Depending on if this sub will stop talking about her god damn cats and get to attendance. LOL. - Blaine
I laughed slightly and put it away. His class was on the complete other side of the school, so even if the teacher did stop talking, I knew it would take awhile to get there.
I willed my feet to move, and I was walking down the halls toward my locker slowly. As I positioned myself in front of it, I turned the knob, right, left, right again and then open. I didn't really do anything. I just wanted a probable reason why I was in the halls during class.
Just then I heard footsteps. Just when I was about to turn around to give an explanation, two hands grabbed my shoulders forcefully, and spun me around so my back was pushed up against the closed locker next to me.
I closed my eyes in pain and flinched, taking in all the memories that flooded into my brain from last year.
He came back. He found me.
I slowly opened my eyes to confront my attacker and was surprised at who stood in front of me.
The hockey team.
The guy who had pushed me bent his arm so his forearm was pushed hard against my collar bone. I couldn't help but remember how my dad did this same thing to one Dave Karosfky just last year.
"What do you want?" I managed to squeak out. They only laughed.
"I heard you messed with the ballots in your favor, fag." I winced at the word and how he shoved his arm harder against my body.
One of the players standing behind my attacker spoke up. "Cost our boy the election. And now you'll have to pay."
The boy holding me let go and pushed me down, making me land hard on my side. My head was screaming now as they continued to kick me, laughing. They threw a few punches here and there. A couple to my eye, some to my cheeks and some to my stomach. It all hurt the same.
"Where's that other fag I always see you around with? Huh? Why isn't he here to protect you?
Blaine.
I tried to sit up to defend myself but they only pushed me back down, making my head spin from the impact of the cold, hard linoleum floor. I cried harder, wishing that they would go away.
Blaine.
I tried to speak, I tried to tell them that I didn't do it, but the blows that my stomach was receiving made it difficult.
Blaine.
It all stopped. My eyes were closed and I could hear footsteps running away. I sighed, wishing to myself that the footsteps moving away from the scene was the three players of the hockey team.
Blaine.
I flinched as the back of someone's fingers grazed my cheek. I heard my name being called, ever so sweetly from miles away.
Blaine.
Who was calling my name? I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. It was too hard.
Blaine.
I flinched again as fingers ran through my hair and down to my arm, rubbing it slightly. "Kurt. Wake up. You need to wake up. Please."
The voice was shaky, like it was crying. Finally, I was pulled back to the present and opened my eyes.
The hazel eyes stared at me with tears about to pool out any minute. They had the look of worry.
"Blaine?" I croaked out, so silently, I wasn't sure if he could hear me. I was on my back, the coldness of the floor making me shiver.
"Kurt!" He exclaimed leaning down, pulling my body up and into his lap. I winced ever so slightly, but soon relaxed into his warm arms.
Sobs racked through my body as I buried my face into his chest. He was breathless, as if he had just run a marathon.
I pulled back to look at those gorgeous hazel eyes, my body cradled in his arms. He smiled, despite the tears in his own eyes. He cupped my cheek and his thumb ran over my cheek bone to wipe away the tears that still came.
I leaned in again and willed myself to stop. But I couldn't.
"I will never let you go. You're safe in my arms." He quietly whispered in my ear so only I could hear.
And I believed him. I only tightened my arms around his shoulders, his arms tightening around my waist.
Yes, this is what it meant to feel safe.
So yeah, that's one of the many ideas that came to my head. I'm probably going to write another one from Blaine's POV, and then a little sequel thing… But I don't know when that will be… Probably by the end of the year. :D I really hope you enjoyed this!