A/N: I have this habit to check my hits. I don't know why - maybe I'm convinced nobody will like this story, but whatever XD Please review and tell me what you think...I even graced you with two chapters in a day - and they're pretty lengthy :)
Blaine rested with his head against the steering wheel. He'd been doing a lot of thinking in the past half hour. The soft pitter-patter of the rain had been comforting, but now it was just a dull roar, the rain hurling itself onto Blaine's car. It was ten, and like Blaine promised himself, he started the car and chucked a u-turn, heading back on the very straight road.
^.^
It was ten, and Kurt was getting more anxious by the second. He paced the choir room anxiously, with Wes and David watching him.
"Curfew's at eleven thirty," David said softly, "If he's…anywhere else, and he doesn't get back in time…"
"On the contrary," Wes countered, "We can ask the headmaster if we can look for him. Special Permission. It's not uncommon for students to get stuck in storms on their way home,"
Kurt turned to the window, where bright flashes of lightning illuminated the room. "I'm sure that's not what's keeping him,"
"I wasn't saying it was…" Wes replied almost impatiently. Kurt's frantic pacing was irritating him. "It would just be a good reason to go out and look for him,"
Kurt nodded with a hint of gratitude as he continued pacing.
"Kurt. Sit down," David said and the younger Warbler complied, but his legs jittered nervously.
"Right, I'm going to try calling him again," Wes stood up. "I've had enough,"
He stepped outside and Kurt watched after him wistfully, his legs still jittering. When he returned, he was sopping wet, his hair plastered to his face. His blazer was hanging heavily over his shoulders, and he took it off.
Kurt looked up at him expectantly and Wes shook his head.
"Nothing. Just rang out to the voice mail,"
^.^
Now Wes was calling him?
Blaine was being an idiot now, he knew. It meant that the Warblers had gotten involved, and they were worried. In ten minutes, Blaine's car would stop, and he could only just see the lights of the nearest town. Of course, the limited visibility could've been because it was absolutely pissing down with rain.
He thought about just calling Kurt, Jeff, Wes, any of the Warblers, but he couldn't. Not after he'd been ignoring them the past hour.
The trip to the town didn't take nearly as long as Blaine thought. He stopped the car on the side of the road, hoping that it would start again. He opened the door, met by the gushing of wind and relentless rain. He ran across the road to a bus stop, which was sheltered enough to stop most the rain, while providing himself with a viewpoint.
From where he was, he couldn't see any gas stations, nor any names that would give him insight to where he was. He groaned in frustration. He was going to get stuck in the middle of nowhere, in the rain, without a gas station around.
He ran back to his car, jumping inside and shivering. Even in the short minute he spent in the rain, he was drenched. He removed his blazer and tie, setting them in the back seat. Turning on the heat would be stupid, but Blaine considered it as he shivered.
Perhaps there would be a gas station around the corner? He started his car with crossed fingers, almost cheering when it started.
He took off with a start and manoeuvred the car around the corner. Despite his best efforts to slow down, he knew he was hurrying, and regretted it the moment he felt the car start to slide on the wet road. Blaine's eyes shot open and he broke heavily, an instant reaction. Immediately, the back of his car spun out and he released the brakes, spinning in slow circles. He wasn't going fast enough to roll, but he ended up gently nudging the pole of a 'Stop sign'.
How freaking ironic.
^.^
It was eleven, and the Warblers were gathered in the choir room.
"Blaine is missing," Wes started, excusing all formalities.
Several of the less-informed Warblers looked around, as if noticing his absence for the first time.
"That is why this emergency meeting was called." Wes continued "We're going to call the Headmaster and ask for permission to conduct a Warbler search, as he cannot be reached on his mobile,"
There was nervous tension in the room. All of the Warblers knew that Blaine liked his drives – to get away – but he'd never stayed out longer than nine on a school night.
"All those who want to help, please remain with us – those who need to study…or…" David grinned. "Sleep – can go back to their dorms,"
Not a Warbler moved.
"Excellent. I'll get the Headmaster,"
As Wes moved away, David's phone rang, and they paused.
"Hey, David…put me on loudspeaker," they could hear Blaine faintly, and the Warbler's perked up. David hit the button on his phone and Blaine's voice filled the choir room. "Hey Warblers. There's been a problem, and I'm probably not going to make it home tonight…or even this week, I don't think. I don't want you to worry, I apologise for not answering your calls tonight. There's just a lot to sort out. Thanks guys, bye"
Blaine hung up before any of the Warblers could say anything. Kurt's heart felt heavy in his chest, his stomach had dropped. His head hung and Jeff patted him on the back kindly.
"What the hell Blaine?" Wes asked after a moment of silence.
"Well, you can all go back to your dorms," David said, still looking at his phone.
Kurt pulled out his own mobile and pressed the speed dial for Blaine, anxiously waiting for him to pick up. Instead of the rings, the familiar beeping of the 'engaged' tone sounded.
Kurt let out a whimper – practically silent, and then with an apologetic glance at Jeff, ran to their dorm room. He flung his phone onto the bed, making it bounce against the wall. With frustrated groans, he went on a rampage, screwing up everything in sight. That's what he was, wasn't he? A screw up! He'd screwed up any future he could've had with Blaine. Why couldn't he have just kept his goddamn mouth shut? Why didn't he just stay at Dalton?
Kurt flung himself onto the bed, glad that Jeff had a common-sense to leave him alone for a while. As it neared 11:30, Kurt started to neaten the mess he'd created, unable to stand it. Jeff walked in as the giant clock tower, in the middle of the school, rung out – signifying the curfew was in place.
"Hey," Jeff muttered, nodding at Kurt who was perched on his bed, his phone in his hands.
"Hi," Kurt muttered back.
"He'll get over it," Jeff said softly, closing the door. He wasn't even sure what needed to be gotten over, but he was sure it was something.
Kurt nodded and lay back onto his bed. "I just wish he'd call me…and let me talk to him,"
Jeff nodded.
"I'm sure he will eventually,"
^.^
Blaine hung up, and immediately called his Headmaster, explaining a made up situation about having to leave because of family issues. Once it was cleared, he turned off his phone and put his head in his hands. His car still rested against the pole, but he had turned his engine off. The rain was still pelting down and he was still shaking from his near miss with death, if he had been going any faster.
What the hell was he going to do?
Blaine was always the confident, self-assured 'I don't take no crap' kind of guy. Not the guilty, angry 'run away in a hole until it all blows over' kind of guy. If only they knew what was wrong…but it all seemed so petty now that Blaine looked over it. Heaps of kids at Dalton had had their parents split. But Blaine's situation was special, he guessed.
As a kid, he was fine – he loved both parents and he had been the apple of their eyes. Grade six of primary school was a little different. He first found out he was gay then – a swimming carnival, where he was caught perving on the guys. Humility followed, but Blaine took it. Of course, gays weren't as accepted as they were at Dalton, but there was no harsh or cruel teasing.
It was his father that drove him to be excellent about it. When Blaine first came out to his parents, he thought it was the naturalist thing ever. He strode up to his parents and incorporated it into his recap of the day. His mother, although slightly taken back, was supportive, but his father was outraged, thus starting the cycle of car building.
After the car, Blaine was still convinced he was gay, and his father abandoned him completely. If Blaine was in the room, his father didn't want to be. They stopped talking – stopped interacting completely. And his mother convinced Blaine that it wasn't his fault – that he shouldn't feel bad about who he was.
And now she was abandoning him?
Blaine smacked his head against the steering wheel again.
He was still cold and shivered occasionally, and his blazer wasn't dry yet. Deciding to hunker down for the night, he started the car and drove very slowly into a more suitable area, before turning his engine off.
He slid into the passenger seat and used his damp blazer as a blanket, shivering slightly as he tilted the seat back. He was hungry, but he couldn't care at the moment.
In the morning, he would decide what to do, but for now, he had no other option.
A/N: This story seems to have gone somewhere else...I don't even remember the original intention, only that it wasn't this. Oh well, it serves as a good storyline, so whatever :P So there's my view of what Blaine's childhood was like. If you like my style of writing, or you just want Klaine without the storyline, go read my fics - 'Afterwards?' or 'God Damn Adorable' :D
