Red String Of Fate chapter 2

A/N Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the amazing reviews and follows and favorites and everything, I love you all! So sorry I was this late with updating, but I spent the whole week with Linde (LindeVWeerd) partying and it was so awesome! AAAANNNDD I met the Wanted yesterday! Sorry if there are any Directioners reading, but they are all incredibly sweet guys :) I also saw Dispicable Me 2 in the cinema, and Monsters University, yay! Anyway, enjoy the story, reviews keep me writing. (I'm halfway chapter 3)

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, Kurt, Blaine or Chris and Darren. I do own a T-Shirt & phone case signed by Siva from The Wanted :3

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Darkness was all he saw when the three boys were beating the living crap out of him, and he tried to open his eyes, but everything was hurting , and all he wanted to do was die right now. 'Don't fall asleep, Blaine Anderson' he told himself, but before he could even finish the sentence in his head, he let the darkness take over.

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It had all started as a really nice evening, he and Jason were going together to the Sadie Hawkins dance, since they were the only out gay kids at their school. They didn't have feelings for each other, they weren't each other's type, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. They understood each other.

They got quite a few looks when they were dancing together, but they decided to ignore it, and continued their fun. They sang along to the songs, and drank (probably spiked) punch .

It was all fun, until they were waiting for Jason's dad to pick them up. "Hey faggots." They heard behind him, and they turned around. "What do you want?" Blaine growled at them, even though they were much bigger. "We want to teach you a lesson. Don't go around leaving your ugly fairy dust everywhere. We thought we should teach you fags a lesson." Blaine slowly walked backwards, but the boys stormed forward, and pushed him down. Before he closed his eyes, he saw Jason running away. They started kicking him, and Blaine cried out in pain. That was, until he felt nothing anymore.

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He slowly opened his eyes, fluttering a few times against the light. The white walls hurt too. Ah white halls, he was in the hospital...again. "Blaine!" He heard a deep, angry voice call. He looked up, only to sigh when he saw his dad storming in. "What did you do this time?" "I didn't do anything dad! These guys beat me up!" Blaine yelled back, ignoring the pain in his ribs. "Yeah well they had all the right to." His father said, before leaving the room, and Blaine, who was silently crying. It wasn't his fault that he was gay.

When he pulled his hands from his face, he noticed something around his finger. It was a red string. What was that doing there? Was this some new medicine kind of thing? He noticed it went all the way out the door, so he called for a nurse, who immediately came rushing in. "What's wrong, Blaine?" They were so used to him being in the hospital by now, that they just called him by his name. "What is this red string thing, Nancy? Is it a new system?" He asked her, and she looked at him, confused . "What red string thing Blaine? Are you okay?" Blaine's eyes widened. Was he going insane? "Just leave it, I thought I saw something." He heard himself say. Nancy nodded, and left again, with a small wave. Blaine continued to stare at the red string, and he tried to pull it off. It didn't look that strong now, did it?

But no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't go off. Guess he had to do it with a scissor. And hoping nobody would trip over it...that is, if anyone would be able to see it.

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His dad had send him to Dalton. He didn't want his business friends to think that his son was not strong, and by sending him to Dalton Academy for boys, he did look smarter too. Blaine ran a hand trough his perfectly gelled hair, pulling on his jacket. At least his red string did look good with the colors. He had given up on trying to remove it when he realized it would never happen. What also never happened, was that someone saw it. No one had ever said, what's that around your finger? Or tripped over it. Blaine had tried to follow it, but he just couldn't.

Sometimes when he had nightmares about what happened, or his dad made a homophobic comment, the string would pull at him. Giving him Courage. He let his hand wand over it "thank you." He whispered at it, and then laughed at his own insaneness. "Blainers!" His best friend Wes ran in, holding his gavel close. "We have an impromptu performance in 15 minutes! We are singing Teenage Dream, so stop talking to your imaginary friend on your finger, and get your ass to the common room." He smirked when Blaine shot him a look, "Says the guy who sleeps with his gavel." He smiled at him, and shoved him out of the door to get ready.

He still had to re-gel his hair. Suddenly he felt his string pulling really hard, almost making him fall. He put gel in his hair, and the string kept pulling him, as if it wanted him to go somewhere. Blaine realized he was incredibly late, and ran out of his dorm, trying not to fall because his string kept pulling him.

A/N Yaay hope you enjoyed! Sorry it was a little short, but don't worry, chapter 3 will be longer! I'm always really lazy with writing though, so some reviews would be lovely to keep me going. (and my friends on Twitter who stalk me until I write a new chapter ^^)

So, I don't really know what to do anymore with the story, so if anyone has an idea, I would love to hear it!

Much love,

Bente.