Hi guys!
This is my first Glee-related fanfic, despite all of my prowling through the Glee fanfiction archive for over a year.
I'm supposed to be doing my college essays, but "All You Need Is Love" came out on my playlist and I thought of this.
I ship KLAINE. Definitely. But I find it weird how RIB could just get them engaged without providing us any closure about Kadam.
So yeah, this is my take on it. No hate please, again, I am a Klainer, this is just how I imagine something like the Klaine reunion and subsequent engagement would go down in real life. So yeah. Enjoy.
Had I owned Glee, I would have made the storylines more sensical. So yeah.
No. No no no no no.
Adam sat in the corner of his apartment, hugging his knees to his chest, bawling his eyes out. How, how, how could he have been so stupid? For once, he thought..that...just for once...it was possible for him to trust someone with his heart, that maybe he had a shot at love, that maybe he would one day be a husband, and grow old with somebo...NO!
Adam hit the wall with a loud shout, bruising his knuckles as he did so. Such behaviour was unnatural for the usually peaceful, happy go lucky Brit, and the sound was enough to send his sister scuttling to the room.
"Ok, Adam, what is it...Oh my god, Adam, really, what happened?" she cried out, running forward to grab her sobbing mess of a brother in her arms.
Adam clutched to her tightly like a lifeline, clawing at her jacket while his tears soaked through it. And Francesca, helpless and unable to do anything, sat there, rocking her brother back and forth, unsure of what to do, and knowing from experience that empty words of comfort were just that: empty.
Brother and sister sat there for a long time, the room silent save for his sobs, which grew softer and softer and finally died down as time passed.
"What is it?" Francesca asked, once he had calmed down.
A year older than her brother, Francesca was a stunning figure, in her dark blue jeans that hugged her long toned legs and her signature leather jacket over her vintage shirt which had a neckline just low enough to expose the tattoo on her chest.
Life had dealt them both a shitty hand, but unlike her brother, who had always been soft-spoken as a child, Francesca dealt with her problems the only way she knew to: by fighting. People would joke that they had switched genders, as Adam was usually very shy and preferred to run, whereas Francesca stayed and fought. This brought about a hard, tough, devil-may-care attitude in the female, who took upon herself the responsibility of protecting her meeker brother.
When she graduated high school, she opted to stay at Battersea while Adam finished his senior year. After his graduation, he went on to pursue his dream of being a big Broadway star and found himself in the halls of NYADA, with his ever supportive sister by his side, who decided to take up Civil Engineering at Columbia University.
Despite the many differences between them, though, one could never deny that they were siblings. While Francesca tended to go for the "badass rocker girl" look, Adam went for more boyish clothing, complete with a beanie. They both, for one, however, had the same eyes, clear and blue, although Francesca's were definitely a tad bigger, yet made smaller to the size of her brother's due to the excessive amount of eyeliner she wore. There were also other things in their faces that made you know that they were related, but not know how to describe.
And right now, for what may have been the hundredth time in their lives, Francesca was once again comforting her brother as he cried on the floor of their New York apartment.
"Kur...Kurt."
Francesca froze. She's met Kurt before, and she knew he was a good guy. She definitely approved of him. She knew that he could give her brother the care and love he so desperately needed. So what could he have done to cause such pain to him?
"Kurt...Kurt left me." Adam finally sobbed out.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Francesca cried in horror, jumping out of their embrace and instinctively putting her hand just above her jacket pocket, where her pocket knife lay.
"I AM SO GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"
After all her brother has been through, how could this happen? They never really told anyone, but in Adam's sophomore year of high school, the boy he liked asked him out. However, it all turned out to be a prank as, after two months of dating, said boy turned his back around, sending the world crashing down on the lovestruck boy. With a few simple words , "I'm not gay; I just wanted to see if you would be stupid enough not to realize it" and a good number of well aimed punches ON THEIR TWO MONTH ANNIVERSARY by a group of homophobes his so called "boyfriend" brought along, all of Adam's hopes in love had been dashed, replaced with a suspicious attitude about everyone. Upon moving to New York, Adam had had his virginity taken from him, and not in the way that he wanted. A group of seniors were having a party, and they drugged his drink and just took it (his virginity) from him, right there on the floor with at least 50 people watching.
Needless to say, he was pretty broken and terrified after all he has gone through. Francesca, as well, has had several cases pressed against her, having gone after both the group of boys in his sophomore year as well as most of the seniors in the party.
It all changed when he met Kurt. He had first seen him at the Midnight Madness, and was blown away by his talent and his breathtaking beauty. And, upon meeting him and hanging out, he had felt, no, known, that there was something about Kurt, something special, that may just be able to fix him. For once, he felt he could fully trust someone with his heart.
And now, as suddenly as he arrived, he had just left, pulling the carpet out from under his feet and leaving him dizzy and grasping for footage in the spiral that was his head, unable to comprehend, adding more pain to the wounds that have yet to be closed.
"No...no...I mean, I don't know. It's just...he...he...got back with his ex and...and..."
"And he fucking what?"
"He proposed and...Kurt accepted." The last part came out as barely a whisper.
"I will fucking kill. That. Fucking. Motherfucker. "
"No!" Adam bolted upright. "I just...he.. I don't...Francesca, I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO TO JAIL ONE MORE BLOODY TIME!"
That seemed to jar her. Indeed, without her, who knew what could happen to her brother. She tightened her jaw and jut her chin out.
"Alright." She said with a determination not to be easily taken away, with a confidence borne from years of hardship and roughsailing, with an animalistic gleam in her eye.
"I won't go after him. But I will make him sorry he ever met Adam Colin Crawford and Francesca Boudica Crawford."
She was named after one of the most fearsome warriors in history, and damnit if she wasn't going to put all that teasing to use.
No one was ever going to hurt her brother, not after all he had been through. No one.
YAY! My first Glee fanfic. Leave a review and tell me if I should continue! Thanks! :)
