Fragments BY Jacar. F. Anda
Content:
Chapter 1-"Nothing"
Chapter 2-"Drip"
Chapter 3-"Sorry"
Chapter 4-"Sensual"
Chapter 5-"Exhaustion"
Chapter 6-"Be My Man?"
Chapter 7-"Where Are You?"
Chapter 8-"I've been looking for you forever."
DECLARATION:
*I do not own Glee. If I do, Glee should be named as Klaine because that is the only thing I care about in the show.
*Songs that had been quoted do not owned by me
*I've planned 8 chapters and let's see how it goes…
*this fiction is rated as M, so YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
*I have painted pictures for each chapter and are uploaded to deviantART, if you want to take a look, you could go to the link in the chapters…(i don't know why but the whole link cannot be saved, so it's fragmented, please copy and paste into one single link to enter the site)
*I study literature and just love symbolisms, sorry if my writing style looks weird to you
*English is my second language, forgive me for anything you found it weird in the fiction!
*please leave me some comment or support, just want to know if this fiction is worthy for people to read it, thank you and enjoy!
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Chapter 1 – "Nothing"
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"It's just stupid…" he murmured.
Buried in self-frustration, he nearly drowned himself in alcohol. The man hadn't been shaved for quite a while and he could feel the edgy touch of his hands while using his arm to rub off the itchy pain from his face, yet the red mark was never fading away.
He heard something and he's confused, someone's calling his name non-stop like ghost haunting him hard in the dark. The man could hear the voice speaking softly above his head, but he could hardly define it was from a young male.
"Blaine….Blaine…."
Soothing echoes were dwelling in his head yet pumping with violence against the wall of his mind, like old prisoners scratching remarks with lifelessness on the dingiest wall of their condemned cell. His head was filled with pain but he did not cover his ears, he reached his hands towards the origin of vague voices instead. It was a blurred white light, the man pushed himself towards the light, trying to grab as much as he could. For a moment the man was so thrilled that he thought he got his fruitful satisfaction; then when he looked again into his hands, it was empty, just pure darkness.
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Kurt had never been so furious at Blaine. The couple had been happily together since high school and you could actually count the number of big fights with one hand, even if there were arguments, physical violence and abuse was never involved; all these made this time into a really serious argument.
"Okay, so what are you accusing me of, adultery?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh yeah? Okay, let's be straight forward about this, Blaine. Are you seeing any one else behind my back?"
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Justin." Kurt breathed, raised his eyebrow and looked at Blaine in a clearly superior position.
"Seriously? You bring up him again? How many times do we need to argue on this."
"As long as him out of our life."
"This is totally nonsense! I've told you thousands times, Justin and I were just friends. You can't say that I'm cheating on you with him just because he's gay. Stop lingering at the same point every time like a bitch. Come on, Kurt, you know me…"
"Yeah I know you, I know you too well. I can even see it in your eyes when you know that you've done something wrong."
"I have done nothing."
"Then what were you doing with him in this house, when I was working my ass at the bar? Tell me, Blaine, if you claim to be so honest, tell me!"
"We were doing nothing but writing songs! It's just music. Besides, do you think that you are in any position to judge me for that? It is you who are good at this. You started all these."
"How dare you…" Kurt could not breathe.
"Hah!" Blaine couldn't stop himself from laughing in sarcasm. "Now you're accusing me of being mean, right? Every time it's just the same. Well, I'm telling you, Kurt, you have no rights to judge me, or my friends. And you can let whoever to fuck you cause you are just a painted whore…"
Slap! *
The fight rested in silence.
Everything stopped all in a sudden as if time was solid and had never been moved.
The taller man was panting very hard in an abnormal pace, as hard as asthma patient striking for air and space, trying to breathe calmness and comfort into his body. He knew that he was not crying but the warm wet feeling on his face and chin was weird, the unendurable heat on his ears was weird, the shrink tension of his facial muscle was weird. His hand hurt.
The other man stepped a little away from him, with lowered head in a very much defeated gesture. He did not understand why but his eyes were glued on a glittering spot of the dark wooden floor, he knew that he was going to burst into tears as his vision was blurred, he could feel the trundling fluid under his lowered eyelids. His heart hurt.
Before letting Kurt checked his face, Blaine grabbed his coat and exits, he could not remember if he had snapped the door but it did not matter now. He roughly combed his messy curly hair while stepping on the gravel of the street but no noise was produced, then he put on his favourite coat.
It was a thick Marc Jacobs coat with a delicate gilt brooch in reindeer shape, Kurt sent it as a gift on last year's Valentine's Day because he had the same brooch in silver. Blaine touched the brooch softly with his fingertips but the sudden coldness running from his arm through his body stopped him. Blaine always loved wearing that coat because it looked bluish yet not totally in blue, but with a little green, a little gold…like something he fond of, like something he wished to see every morning, like…the iris of Kurt.