Author's Note: This was going to be a one shot, but I thought it'd be cool to go through the days prior to show what lead to Karofsky snapping, and to fill in more details about Chris and such. So here it goes.
6 days prior
Chris's POV
My maroon bass hung at my waist while we waited for our cue from the director to play. Once we finally were counted off, we started through a fast tempoed swing dance, all moving to the music. The bass pulsed through me as my fingers moved against the frets and strummed the thick chords. Even though most people think playing bass is boring, and only people who can't play the guitar play it, I think it's the best part of any song. It's the ground that the rest of the instruments walk on, and when you play it, it pumps through your soul like blood, necessary for life. Music was my life.
Once the song was over, we went through and ran any trouble parts, but then it was time to pack up. It was Saturday jazz band, which had barely any members because no one would want to come to school on the weekends. I slipped Scarlet the bass (Named after Scarlet O' Hara) into my case, and hung it over my shoulder. "Need a ride home Artie?" I asked, jingling my keys.
"Thanks Chris," he said, as Matt, the drummer, helped him put his guitar away. My little sister had been handicapable for a while after she got in a bad car accident. She was paralyzed from the waist down, so we had to get a special van for her. When she passed away, my mother started having meltdowns any time she'd drive that red van, so it was given to me, since I didn't have a problem with it. It also helped out Artie's family, me being able to take him home a lot.
I picked up his guitar and set it on his lap, knowing he hates to be babied. "Mind if I push you? It'll be faster," I said, knowing to ask. I made the mistake of not asking once before, and had to hear it on the way home.
"Yea, you can," he said, drumming the beat to the new song we just played on the hard case. I sang the bass beat, making my voice go lower than it normally does. He laughed. "You know, you really should join Glee Club. You'd fit in there."
"I don't know. I'd have to drop library assistant for that, and you know how Ms. Jill loves to go out for a smoke during the period I have her," I said with a wink. "Besides, I'm not all that great of a singer."
"Neither is Lauren, but everyone is welcome. And you love music. Plus, you'd bitch out Rachael, which would be nice. She'd maybe even listen to you," he said as we got to my red van. I popped open the trunk and put our instruments and book bags in.
"From what you've told me about her, I highly doubt that," I said, opening the sliding door and pressing the button for the ramp to come down for Artie. I got him loaded in and secure, then got into the drivers seat and hit the music. Jack's Mannequin flooded into my car.
"You never know," was all he said back on that subject. He knew that when I turned on music, it was like talking to a brick wall. I was giving half my attention to the road, and the other half to the music. I couldn't afford conversation, because then only a fourth of my concentration would be on the road. This sounds dangerous, but I was able to get Artie home safely, and then drive to my house, down the street.
I never knew what to expect when I came home. I stared at the overgrown grass, making a mental note to cut it next weekend. I set my bass against the side of the house while I fumbled with my keys. Once I found which key unlocked the front door, I walked in cautiously. "Well, the place isn't completely wrecked," I mumbled, noting the dishes overflowing in the sink, and the piles of random things on the floor, especially blankets. Why do we have so many blankets?
I headed upstairs, to find my mom. I already knew where she'd be when I opened her bedroom door to find her where I've found her every day for the past three years. She's flipping through a photo album, as always, eyes glazed over. "I have work today," I said, looking for a response. Nothing. "I have to close tonight." Still nothing. "There's canned soup downstairs, want me to heat you up some?" No response. I was use to it.
I put my things in my room, kept meticulously clean since the rest of the house was a wreck, and went downstairs to make canned soup. There was a note from dad, saying he was out looking for a job, which was a lie. He was probably out drinking, like always. As of now, my family was being supported by my father's unemployment and my part time job at Borders, hence the canned soup for dinner. I opened up bills while the soup rotated in the microwave, calculating that I'll be able to pay the electric bill once I get my paycheck this week, and that the house insurance will be covered with the unemployment check.
I brought the soup up to my mom, leaving it on the nightstand and disappearing into my room to do homework quickly before going off to work until closing tonight. The only good part about working at Borders is that I can read the newest books without having to buy them. It saves a lot of money.
Blaine's POV:
"You're such a pretty thing, to be running from anyone. A vision with nowhere to go. So tell me right now, you think you're ready for it? I wanna know why you've got me going. So let's go. We'll take it out of here. I think I'm ready to leave, I'm ready to live. I'm ready to GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," I sang at the top of my lungs while I drove my blue mustang down the street, banging my hands on the leather steering wheel. Kurt had his feet resting on the dashboard while he read the latest Vogue that he got in the mail today. "You aren't going to read that through the movie are you?"
"Depends, what are we seeing?" he asked, licking his index finger and turning the page. Last time we went to the movies, he picked the movie and paid for the tickets, while I paid for popcorn. I had to sit through a three hour long movie that made The Notebook look like the most action packed movie ever made. It took all of my concentration to stay conscious.
"The new Mortal Kombat movie!" I said, pumped about this movie. Mortal Kombat is one thing that Kurt and I do not have in common, like sports. I've only ever gotten him to play it with me once. After I used a brutal fatality on him, he refused to ever play again.
"I think you know the answer to that question then," he said, looking at pictures and advertisements in his magazine. I just rolled my eyes at him, flipping through songs on my CD player, looking for a dancey song. Sarah Smiles came on. "You fooled me once with your eyes now honey! You fooled me twice with your lies and I say. Hummel smiles like Hummel doesn't care. He lives in a world so unaware! Does he know that my destiny lies with him?"
He looked up from his magazine and smiled. "You are adorable," he said, putting his coat on as we approached the theater. "Even though you have terrible taste in movies."
"Don't get me started on your chick flicks," I said back, parking at the theater and getting out of the car. I grabbed Kurt's hand and we walked into the movie.
Kurt's POV
I'm pretty sure this movie is never going to end. I don't even know what's happening, other than that people keep getting killed in gruesome ways that make Blaine practically jump out of his seat with excitement. I kept trying to read my magazine, but it was too dark in the theater. "Hey, I'll be back," I said quickly, thinking about going to read my magazine somewhere for a bit. Blaine waved me off, consumed by his movie. I rolled my eyes at him and walked out of the dark theater into the bright hallway that connected the other theaters. There was a bench right outside the door. Perfect. I threw myself down on the uncomfortable bench and flipped quickly through my magazine, trying to find where I left off.
I heard the door swing open in front of me. I secretly hoped that the movie was over, so we could go home and have some cuddle time before Dad came home from the shop. It wasn't Blaine who came out the door though. "Hey there Fairy," Karofsky spat, standing over me. "I didn't know you like these kinds of movies."
"I don't. Blaine does. Now, if you don't mind," I said, standing up and headed to the theater again. If I was with more people, Karofsky wouldn't hurt me. He shoved me as I tried to walk past him.
"He doesn't know, does he?" he asked, holding me by my shirt. Blaine knew about what Karofsky did to me. He was the only person who knew.
"No, nobody knows," I lied, thankful that I've taken acting classes, making lying easy.
"Good, keep it that way," he said, staring at me. He wasn't staring at me with hatred though. I watched him as he looked me up and down a few times, making my face burn from embarrassment. He was still holding onto my shirt.
"Let me go," I said, shoving him to try and get away.
"Don't touch me fag!" he yelled, letting go of me. I scrambled back into the theater, happy that he didn't follow me in. My eyes bounced on faces, looking for Blaine. I found him, eyes the size of dinner plates as he watched whatever was going on in the movie. I sat down next to him quietly.
"Finish your magazine?" he asked, not even looking over at me. I realized I left it in the hallway, but I wasn't going to go back for it. I could buy another one for a few bucks. I shook my head, sighing with relief as the credits began rolling. "That was a great movie. You missed the best part!" he said, turning to face me. His giant grin faded. "What's the matter? You look paler than usual."
"I'll tell you in the car," I said, tugging on my coat and hurrying us past the people.
Dave's POV
I came home from the movies, freaked out but happy that no one was home. I went up to my room and pulled the Vogue magazine out from the inside pocket of my letterman jacket. It smelled like Kurt, hairspray, face cream, and the newest Bath and Body Works scent (not like I'd know what that is). I tucked the magazine under my mattress and sunk to the floor. Was it possible to love and hate someone at the same time? Yea, that's what it was. I love him so much that I hate him. I can't love him. It isn't right. I don't know how to change it though. I need to figure it out, and fast.
