Hello! Thanks to my one reviewer, Eponime, from last chapter! ;) Much appreciated. I'm just going to keep posting chapters each week (hopefully) and hope to get more reviews – or just views!
My first week back at school was – well, it's school. You know how it is. Turns out writing is a great way to spend spare time and de-stress a little! :D
Once again, sorry for an spelling and/or grammar mistakes, as well as any inaccurate information or documentation of anything. The thing with me is I don't plan where my story's going (although I have a few ideas for later on), so I just write on the spot, which means it can get really boring sometimes so SORRY for that in advance! I hope you enjoy this chapter though, even though it's even shorter than the first one :/ Trust me, though, they get longer after this one! The ends and beginnings of chapters overlap a little bit, which I did on purpose in case you forget what's happened and to give the view of the other character in the same situation!
Onto the story, now!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or any part of Glee, including songs, characters or any other things belonging to Glee which may appear in this story. All I own are my original characters and the storyline.
A World Away
Blaine made it to the car park just in time to see Kurt turn around. He stopped and looked at him silently for a moment. Kurt looked scared as a deer in the headlights. His eyes stared unblinkingly as Blaine looked back at him.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Kurt."
Blaine's eyes widened as Kurt dropped to the ground like a forgotten ragdoll swapped for cookies.
"Oh my God – Kurt!"
He ran to Kurt's side and knelt down, taking his hands. He was pale as a sheet and cold as ice, but thankfully light enough to carry.
Unconscious in the back seat of Blaine's car, Kurt looked almost peaceful, but Blaine had no idea what he was going to do when he woke up.
'You idiot, why did you tell him here? That was the most stupid thing you've ever done. I can't believe you thought it was a good idea to bring him here, of all places, to tell him the news. Of course he'd take it badly, what'd you think he'd do, smile and say okay then continue on like nothing happened? Goddamnit, Blaine...'
He gently spread a spare blanket over Kurt and put another under his head as a pillow as he told himself on repeatedly. He pushed back a loose strand of Kurt's normally perfectly styled hair and sighed, wondering what was going to happen next. He gently brushed gravel dust off Kurt's clothes and face, his eyes drifting from those pale cheeks slowly regaining colour to his perfect mouth, usually stretched into a smile with those perfect lips- but no, it wasn't the time for that. Blaine stroked his cheek for a while, waiting for Kurt to properly wake up. He was just about to go wait in the front seat when Kurt spoke. Lifting his head slightly, he said quietly, with the faintest hint of a smirk, "Don't think you can get away from me that easily."
Blaine smiled softly, relieved, 'There's the Kurt I know,' stroking his cheek once more and replying gently, "I guess I'll just have to find another way." He stood up, "You take a rest; I think you need one. I'll drive us back."
Closing the door and hopping in the driver's seat, Blaine breathed a covert sigh of relief and turned the heater up and the radio on quietly. Waiting to turn onto the road, he glanced behind him at the skinny boy curled up in the back seat, already asleep again. He turned back around and hummed quietly to the radio, trying to distract himself. Singing was, after all, his go-to method for solutions to problems. Or if not solutions, just relief.
"If they wanna rock, they rock
If they wanna roll, they roll
They can roll with the punches
Long as they fell like they're in control
If they wanna stay, they stay
If they wanna go, they go
They don't care how they get there
Long as they get somewhere they know"