This my friends, has transformed into a wonderful three shot. That I am extremely proud of and will hopefully have the final chapter of up later today or early tomorrow if I keep up on my writing binge :) This is more of a filler chapter but it's still very important. I'm really inspired by this story right now!
It's three weeks later that Blaine returns to the halls of Dalton, his mind slightly more open and free than it had been the first time he stood on these stairs. He still gets wayward glances as he stands on that last step, but the looks are less curious and more out of concern, and it almost makes Blaine feel...alive
Three weeks of just Wes, David and Thad really wasn't as bad as it seemed it would be. The boys never mentioned what had happened, knowing they had gotten through somehow to the broken boy, but instead talked about classes, the Warblers, and even David's issues with his girlfriend, whom apparently was mad at him for skipping out on a date with her for a COD marathon. Blaine got a good hard laugh out of that story even telling him on one or two opportunities that he was ridiculous.
Blaine doesn't know how but he's fallen into this pattern, with his friends, the first set of friends he's had since sixth grade, that goes something like: wake up, do homework while the guys are at school, hang with Wes and Thad until Dave's done at work, watch movies, laugh and joke about their problems, eat, say goodbye to the guys, sleep... and somehow, he's managed to enjoy his time spent with them. Blaine had almost forgotten how it felt.
But school's different, he doesn't just get to lay around anymore, he has classes to go to, and people who know what he did to himself. He has to sit there and listen to them whisper, not cruelly, just out of interest, curiosity. He appreciates the fact that he's moved in with Wes, because it means he can skip class if it gets too bad and the boys will know where he is if he needs them. He always needs them.
It's two weeks into his return to school that things start getting weird. Better yet, it's two weeks into his return to school that Wes starts getting weird. Blaine knows better than anyone he's ever met what avoidance is, and Wes is doing his best to escape him. No one knows why, not Thad or David or any of the other Warbler boys he's become moderate friends with.
No matter how much he loved David and Thad, he knew very well he was closest to Wesley. They would talk the most, text the most, laugh the most...comfort each other the most. Blaine had begged Wes to stay with him on the ambulance ride, and even for a few days following his release from the hospital. He felt the most comfort from Wes's presence, so it hurt that much more when the boy made excuses, and always was busying himself or asleep when Blaine entered their shared room.
The final blow was when the slightly taller boy began to sleep in David and Thad's room.
Blaine had not been angry in a long time. Sad, yes, but not angry. But honestly, he was sick of this bullshit, and whether or not Wes wanted to talk, it was going to happen.
It was less than a week and a half of Wes sleeping somewher else before Blaine got the chance to talk to him. He'd been trying hard all week to get him in the same room, to even just catch a glimpse of the boy, and now that he had him where he wanted he wasn't holding back.
"What the fuck Wes?"
He's angry, no, he's furious. He needs this, some sort of resolution, and Wes is here, standing in front of him with that hurt look, but he packing some clothes in a duffle bag. He's leaving.
"Seriously? You're going to leave? Just drop me on my butt and go? Well fine! Fucking go! It's not like everyone doesn't leave me anyways!"
Wes stops, like he's holding back...like he doesn't know what to say.
"Blaine...don-"
Blaine cuts him off with a hand, slumping against the wall and dropping to the floor. He doesn't remember when he started crying, when the anger transferred to hurt, doesn't remember feeling this empty.
"Please leave."
Its a whisper, he's begging. Wants this to be over. Wants to just cope with it like he knows he's going to have to do.
He doesn't expect the soft whisper thats too close to be anywhere but right in front of him.
"No."
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