Sweeney Todd styled Klaine. Past Blaine/Puck. WARNING: Violence, gore and Kurt's sharp tongue. Not in crossovers beacause it has no Sweeney Todd characters. HAVE FUN :)
It wasn't that the streets were dreary and depressing, it wasn't that memories danced across the pavement leaving him showered in sorrow, it wasn't even the rain for what more could you expect of London? It was that boy, standing where he once stood.
Blaine walked slowly across to the place on the corner of Fleet Street that he used to call home. A sign swung back and forth 'Mr Hummel's meat pie emporium'. This was no longer his home; another man was where his man belonged. The boy he left was average height but had his brown hair cut in a strip down his head. His voice was low and masculine and he sang as he worked around the bake house.
This boy was not him.
His mousy hair was styled so as not to move or look untidy but one slightly curly strand escaped, he hummed as he worked but it was high and musical. This wasn't him. What happened? Where was their little girl? Santana was only born when he left, but her parents abandoning her made the couple fall in love with the neglected child instantly. Blaine was going to be an amazing father, until that damn Judge Karofsky stepped in.
Blaine walked slowly into the shop, his curly hair no longer gelled down as it was in the past, his hazel eyes now tormented and hurt. The boy twirled around gracefully and he caught sight of Blaine and gasped.
"A customer!" Blaine made a movement to leave but the boy jumped over the work bench and grabbed his arm, "Wait! What's your rush, where's your hurry?" The boy walked him down to a table and sat him down. "You gave me such a fright I thought you were a ghost!"
"Excuse me…"
"Half a minute can't you sit?" The boy begged.
"Why?" Blaine quirked his eyebrow and the boy laughed, a sound long forgotten to him.
"Nothing bad, sir. All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks." The boy then began working on his pies again. A beetle scuttled across the table and he grabbed a rolling pin, "No you don't!" He squashed it, brushed off the rolling pin then rolled out a thin sheet of pastry.
"Can't imagine why." Blaine smirked. The boy threw a bit of 'meat' at him.
"Look here," He pointed the rolling pin at the man, "Times is hard sir, you try making a living." Blaine then looked up.
"There's a room above the shop, rent it out." The other boy then laughed and walked over to Blaine and took a seat.
"I tried that, sir, people think it's haunted. You see years ago there was a barber and his husband and, well, he was beautiful. A proper artist with a knife he was." The boy rubbed his neck without thought. Blaine wanted to know more.
"Where's he now?"
"Lord alone knows." The boy shrugged, "His husband though, there was this judge you see, wanted him like mad but the Barber had his heart. He sent the Barber away on a prison ship. Fifteen years."
"What was his crime?" Blaine demanded, longing for the answer.
"Foolishness." The boy answered simple. "They had a little girl and the boy loved the Barber so, but the judge never gave up. He called the boy and said he brought him home, he was waiting at his house. The boy tucked up the girl and rushed to get his husband back. Only, he weren't there, was he? Nah, the Judge was though. Judge took what he wanted then took the girl. Raises her as his ward now. The boy though, no one believed him, poor thing. He wandered around crying for the Barber and his girl, but neither arrived." Blaine was now clutching the seat, anger flowing off him like waves.
"Where is he now?"
"Bottom of the Thames. He jumped. If he survived the fall he lost his mind." The boy supplied, "I tried to stop him, but good ole' Judge messed him up rightly, cracked his head on the fall I think….."
"NO!" Blaine stood, anger pounded inside him. The boy smirked.
"So it is you, Everett Parker."
"No." Blaine growled. "Its Anderson now, Blaine Anderson and he will have his revenge.
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