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Listening to Cinema Bizarre while writing this :)
I ran down the grey dusty hall, with a group of football player close to my heels, my hand reached out for the person who ran a little way in front of me, and I wished I was just a little faster. I kept my eyes on him; his - gel free - curly hair, his lean muscled back and his perfect ass, it felt like I was running after him and the six other people who wanted to beat us up, didn't matter; just me and him. We turned a corner, passed the bathroom and I tripped; falling forward, my hands flung out toward the ground, hoping that they would take most of the impact of the fall, he still ran, getting further and further away.
I closed my eyes tight, waiting for the impact of their big smelly feet, it came when I least expected it, the impact on my ribs knocked all the breath out of me, it felt like had just been stabbed, I might of been , I didn't know. They kicked, they punched, they hit; I heard the loud brash chuckles of the players. My head pounded, my hands were wet, I didn't want to risk opening my eyes to see if it was blood of not.
They left me, bleeding and broken in the corridor, I heard their footsteps get quieter and further away, I coughed up the blood that I had been, I painfully moved and somehow got into a sitting position. My designer clothes were splattered with blood, and I hurled and added puke to them as well; I stank and I didn't have the energy. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let out a small strangled sigh, my hands went limp, and my body slid across the lockers and fell with a small crunching sound; I knew I really needed to go to hospital now.
When I opened my eyes, the light shocked me; bright, white and brilliantly shining into my face. The window at the side of my bed seemed far away. I blinked the 'sleepy dust' out of my eyes, and soon realised no one was here, no one was in my room - well, my hospital room. The white walls intimidated me and my hands clenched. Why was it always like this? I didn't know when I started to cry, but I did, I cried so hard that the sobs rattled my chest and I found it had to breathe. A nurse came rushing in and tried to get me to calm down...it didn't work, I only wanted him.
My vision became blurry; I heard voices, angry concerned voices. Pleading for me to hold on; one voice stood out from all the rest; the low gravelly voice of one Blaine Anderson. My panicking stopped - or started to - and my breathing became a little easier. My family was here, I didn't need to worry...right? I fainted, and the bright light started to fade and the voices got louder.
When I finally woke up as myself - cool, calm and collected - a chocolate brown head of hair was on the side of my bed, loose of hair gel and messy. Soft snores leaving the boys perfect mouth, I wanted to let him know that i was finally awake, but didn't have the heart to. he must have knew I was awake because, his head shot up quick and his beautiful honey eyes widened in realization, his head shot forward and gave me an unexpected, but passionate kiss. Our tongues twined together in our lost but not forgotten dance.
We broke away, once oxygen became an issue and I saw tears starting to form in his eyes, my heart broke for him, our foreheads rested on each other's and we cried, I didn't know why, I don't think he did either.
"I'm so...fucking sorry Kurt,"
He cried silently, and I cried with him, whispering that I forgave him and he didn't know. I kissed him, slow and full of emotion, he didn't respond at first but soon raised his hand to my cheek and deepened the kiss, for the first time in weeks, I was happy.
AN: Hey people!
(Grammer and spell checked on 28/7/12, I might make this fic random one shots for you all, you'll have to wait and see ;)
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Sarah xx