Take a Bite of My Heart, Tonight
Chapter 1

The first chapter of my Klaine fanfiction. I know the first chapter is short, but I'm getting to the better parts when the next few chapters come up, I promise. :3

I didn't know how to start this one off, but I knew I wasn't going to start it off like every other fanfiction where they have a beautiful and romantic start and THEN it goes downhill. No, I wanted to get right to the beef of the story right off the bat. But, you'll be happy to know, it starts to get more romantic and intimate when the story progresses, which is already being written right now. Just in the need of a few tweaks.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or anything else that...well, belongs to someone else. xD Umm, disclaimer fail? Yurp. :B

Kurt was blankly staring at Blaine, but Blaine knew too well that there was something going through his boyfriend's head. Never has Kurt been so stern with him. But there Kurt stood looking as though he was dead to all things around him while Blaine continued to stare and try to find some kind of answer in the beautiful porcelain's bright blue orbs.

"So you're breaking up with me" Blaine repeated what Kurt had said only a matter of moments ago, but seemed so much more like the echos of Kurt's voice wouldn't stop inside the walls of Blaine's head. It was starting to drive Blaine insane whilst he listened to Kurt's heart-wrenching tone. "Have you really gotten tired of me after a week and a half?"

Kurt shrugged.

Blaine simply took his hazels off the ground and looked back up at Kurt who was standing freakishly still even though it was winter outside still and they were faced with the red cheeks and noses of harsh cold airs. Blaine didn't care right now about the temperature- he needed to know why the best thing in his life was crashing down. Was it something he did? Were all the things he said to Kurt for nothing? If only he could read the icy eyes to put the season to shame.

While Blaine studied Kurt's posture and outrageously calm facial expressions, Kurt was doing his best to hide the fact that he just wanted to shrivel up into a ball and die in the bitter winds. No, he didn't want to break it off with Blaine. No, he could never get tired of singing, talking, laughing, or even speaking their own language together. He felt his pant pocket tingle figuring if he wasn't shivering as bad as he thought so it must have been the contribution of his cell phone. As Kurt pulled it out from his pocket, he could have already envisioned the scene of how the break-up would have went while if his phone wasn't on vibrate and started to play the song "Baby, It's Cold Outside" by Zooey Deschanel and Leon Redbone. He wasn't an expert in break ups but he knew for a fact that playing the first duet they ever did together would have led into dramatic waterworks, but not from Blaine.

It was a text message. From Karofsky, and it read: r u done? im getting bored

Good for you, Karofsky. You're bored while I'm breaking my heart, Kurt inwardly sighed. Shoving his phone back in his pocket he adjusted back to the scene he would have rather not even come back into while looking into Blaine's eyes.

"I have to go" Kurt's acting skills were starting to wear thin as ice.

Blaine only shook his head and furrowed his brows, "no you don't". Somewhere in the back of Kurt's mind he was expecting Blaine to break down and beg on his knees for Kurt not to do this. But he knew the pride of the Warbler in front of him was far too great and would withstand everything there was to make sure he didn't look too weak. Besides, he knew he would have no chance of leaving then.

"Good bye, Blaine" Kurt bid farewell quickly and turned himself around to the parking lot where he knew the bully was lurking in his low-budget car.

"Kurt," Blaine's husky voice cut through the chilly wind that was surrounding porcelain's ears, "I hope you have a ride waiting for you". He stopped and looked back over his shoulder still with the sharp gaze he took into this situation and knew he would be leaving with., waiting for something else to come out of Blaine's mouth. He didn't expect anything else from his now ex-boyfriend, but it would be nice to just hear something else. Even a final 'good-bye'. Blaine seemed to read his mind and inhaled another breath, "your eyes are still like starlight".

With that, Kurt made a hasty retreat back to the parking lot. He actually quoted the song- their very first duet together, and he quoted it. That Warbler thought he was bad at romance, but in the week and a half they had been together, Kurt had already managed to teach the lead something about wooing someone the right way.

It didn't take much time before Kurt was back in the parking lot of the Dalton Academy, staring at the beat up old car that belonged to his first kiss. Event through the snow, in this situation Kurt felt like his feet were on fire and he needed to get away from Blaine to put them out. Along with the crunch of his boots in the fresh snow he could hear the sound of an engine puttering away and the sight that alarmed him of Dave's head looking out the window, one arm over the side.

"You did it?" Dave had the audacity to ask even though Kurt clearly communicated through just his eyes that he was broken on the inside. Did Karofsky want to piss Kurt off more, or did he do it just because he was naturally this dumb?

Kurt gripped his binder in his crested arms over his chest, taking his time to breathe out the white air surrounding his huffs and puffs. He was starting to find it hard to breathe. Either because he was so distraught, he was mortified to be talking to his bully, or he couldn't find the right momentum to keep his oxygen intake just right in this kind of harsh weather. He couldn't find the words to say it again so all he did was nod.

Dave's stern face cracked an inch with a slight grin intruding his satisfied expression. The face of a true torturer. Kurt didn't know how someone could just...like hurting people and messing around in their lives. It baffled him. "I'll give you a ride home" Dave offered, opening up the door on the other side of him.

Yeah right, like Kurt was going to take it? First Dave threatens Kurt with the information that he could easily get to Blaine's father with the accusation of his son, as Dave put it, "liking to suck off guys" and he wanted to offer Kurt a ride? From what Kurt had heard about Blaine's father, he knew Mr. Anderson was the type to take it very heavily upon himself from how he was brought up, to hate homosexuals. Whether he was brought up in some kind of religious grasp being wrapped around his throat for all the years he grew up with his parents or something happened to him while he was young, but either or, there was no way that Kurt could let the word get back to Mr. Anderson.

"No thanks" Kurt replied, dropping his arm to his side with a firm grip on his binder, "I feel like walking". Karofsky had the chance to come after Kurt but he didn't when Kurt's back was turned and walking off in what seemed like the direction to his house. Luckily Dave didn't know where Kurt lived, because if he did there was the chance that if Karofsky ever became cross with the gay boy out of the closet, unlike himself, he would know directly where to target the Hummel-Hudson residence (but judging from when Burt took Dave head on, Dave didn't look like such a bully but more of a young wolf being taught a lesson by his elder wolf).

Whenever Kurt felt like he needed to get his mind off something, he always knew that music would help to occupy his thoughts if he put on the right song. What kind of song was there really for this kind of moment where he broke off the best thing in his life because he was too afraid to take this bully head-on? "Shame" by Robbie Williams and Gary Barlow, that's what. And then after it according to alphabetical order, "Shattered" by Trading Yesterday.

And so he walked, listening to the depressing and brain-invoking lyrics accompanied with the tunes accompanied with them. Kurt focused his eyes on the ground in front of him and not the darkening sky overhead, indicating it was well over time he headed off for dinner and even to work on his assignments. But right now the only things circulating his head were Blaine, Blaine, and more Blaine. Nothing could really get his mind off that one man. His face, especially his eyes, were the one thing he was thinking about. They just looked...they looked just the way he never wanted them to look due to something Kurt did. Almost like when little kids hear about their grandparents dying; they can't understand it fully because death was never something that was explained to them. Blaine looked like something had died inside of him.

Alright, enough of the sad songs! A happier song will play if I put it on Shuffle. Pressing his screen so the arrows were overlapping each other to signal 'Shuffle', he pressed the 'Forward' button. Just his luck, "Breathe" by Taylor Swift starts to play. That was probably worse than the other two before it. "Damn it" the brunette cursed while more chilled breaths rushed out of his mouth.

Kurt lifted his head up from the bright screen and looked forward at the road ahead of him. He was sure he had been walking faster than he was, but he was far as three minutes into the trip back home. I'm so off my game. The porcelain sped up as much as he could without slipping over any of the ice coating the sidewalk ahead of him, knowing full well with his past experience in slippery flooring, he would wipe out and, due to his current state, break his neck and not even care.

He stopped in his tracks when he felt another vibration from his pocket. There was the chance it was another text message from Dave, possibly even Blaine if he didn't hate Kurt by now, or one of his other friends. Did he really feel like checking to find out? More of a chance of it being two people he didn't want to hear from, but he owed it to his punctual reply time that he answer the text message no matter who it was from. Hesitantly Kurt took the phone from his side and looked down at the screen. He was half relieved to read his step-brother's name: r u coming home soon? Dinner in 5 mins.

He wasn't going to make it in time, he knew for sure. The pace he was taking and the ice that would probably prove even more of a disadvantage than his poor judgement of stable walking ground. Texting back, Kurt typed as fast as he could on his kwerty keyboard in the frigid winter: I'll be a little late. See you soon. He was starting to wonder if he was one of the only teenagers who could actually text message with proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation.

At least when he got home he would be in a safe place. He could snuggle up to his faithful cuddle buddy pillow, enjoy the heat of a real home. And most importantly, cry without others looking at him like a crazy person. Well...crazier- he knew it wasn't too 'in the norm' for seventeen year old high school students to have such a great complexion as his, neat hair style, and rock any kind of pattern no matter how it was worn.

Home...sixteen minutes away...

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