Plastic
Story by KlaineyDays25
WARNING: Plastic MAY CONTAIN PROFANITIES, SEXUAL ACTS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND POSSIBLE FALSE INFORMATION AS YOU PROGRESS INTO THE STORY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I do not own glee.
Chapter 1: B. A.
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I couldn't do this anymore. I just couldn't.
I stood frozen in my pose and watched a happy family walk around smiling and having fun shopping for sports items.
The mother held her son's hand while the dad joked around like a goof making their daughter laugh. The grandfather stood there, arms crossed but happy to be here. To be alive.
I got jealous. That was supposed to be me. I was supposed to be 26 with my dad by my side and my partner holding our kid's hand while I argued with him on which hat was cuter on our other child and what matched with what. That happy family of five was supposed to be me. But it isn't. And it's all my fault. It's all my fault my mother died of a curse and my father overloaded with rent he can't afford. I know. My guardian told me. I know everything that happened with them.
For the past year, it had been the same old shenanigans over and over and over again; Arlene, my guardian, would come in at 4:00am and set up the mannequins before putting me in the front middle just because. She would dress me up and wish me luck it had been so for a year and yet all that luck had gotten me was admiring a newbie that entered the store. He didn't look like he lived here, but he was gorgeous. Every other week, he'd come to the store and restock some items and occasionally he'd shop here. Sometimes he'd greet the customers on the way out and even stop to help some of them.
The smile he wore was... wow. He was the embodiment of boy-next-door perfection. I couldn't take my eyes off him and apparently neither could he.
When he first came in, his eyes were immediately interlocked with mine and I panicked for a bit. Did I move?
Shaken, he put the box of gloves down and practically ran out of the shop and waited for some workers to come in before he came back in. Arlene noticed his uncomfortableness and said that whoever saw me may have felt a little weirded out because of my supposed liveliness and realism, but then after a few weeks they'd get used to me.
The handsome stranger nodded, laughing nervously. God, I swear my knees almost gave out on me.
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"So, I noticed how Blaine got used to being around you in the wee hours of the morning." Arlene teased as she packed some water bottles into the box.
I scoffed with a slight smile that took over my face. Had I been that obvious? Arlene looked at me expectantly and there was no use hiding now because she knows everything about me.
"Okay, okay, I admit he's hot, but that's it. I am attracted to him, though." I confessed nonchalantly. I tried to stay neutral but it kinda sounded I was turning more to the bitchy side of it.
And then the week continued like that until today morning, however...
"Welcome Blaine Anderson, everyone!" The manager cheered, everyone else following along afterwards. I wish I could join, but that would mean worsening the curse. Arlene kept her eye on me the whole night...
We fell silent after a while of bickering back and forth. It kinda became a specialty of Ari to bite back colder than I could I swear she was more of a best friend than a guide it guardian. Or, for lack of better word, a sister of mine.
"Hey, uh, y'know why we can't move to the other shop were your dad usually goes, right?" Arlene started. She knew what I felt and when I felt it. It was like she was a twin with telepathy or something magical like that and I highly doubt that to be impossible because after what I've been through, nothing is impossible anymore. It was a scary thought; the various - infinite - possibilities of the here and now and what not and it was a lingering thought whenever I got bored, but then Blaine entered my life and I never got bored again. He was solely on my mind more than figuring out the cure to this curse of mine.
And, oh yeah, Ari had a question. "Yeah, I know. I don't think I'm ready to be right in front of him, y'know? Cause parents have this weird sense that they use to identify their children and what if he sees me like this?" I gestured to my white, plastic, hollow body. I felt like a used toy. He can't see how much of a disappointment I've become. Just no.
"Kurtis, please, your dad would just be suspicious and start staring at you more than often. And thank the Lord that isn't gonna happen because that's not where you're meant to be, anyways." Ari commented, taping the box up and pushing herself off the chair she was glued to for the past 45 minutes and walked around for a bit to stretch her legs before a knock came on the door. I went back to my natural pose, Arlene snapping her head towards the direction of the sudden, unannounced interference.
Out of the ajar door popped a head full of gel and the cutest eyes ever. Oh, my God, it's Blaine Fucking Anderson. I swear I felt my heart stutter a little.
"Blaine, hey what's up?" Arlene asked, a little more enthusiastically than needed with a huge grin plastered on to her face, "Hey, so there's this Halloween party going down by the restaurant downtown tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to tag along; take a break from the shop and all. Invite your friends if you want to." He smiled, "I'll let you know." Arlene replied. Blaine nodded and then left them to their privacy once more.
Arlene turned on her heel with a dark smirk that grazed her face. She stared intently into my soul. Her eyes basically telling me to go and I strongly denied.
"Come on, Kurtie! It's a Halloween Costume party and Halloween only comes once a year. I had to kiss those 23 years of partying with the dead goodbye when I was assigned to you, so you are not going to say no to this opportunity." She stamped her foot down, pouting childishly. I rolled my eyes at her and finally agreed.
She rocked back and forth in her heels excitedly, but that excitement was quickly thrown off when Blaine rushed into the basement, papers that we carefully stacked now flown every where.
"ANDERSON!"
"Ari, you have to tell me that we aren't closing today."
"Oh, uh, we're closing today." She confirmed casually.
Blaine facepalmed, letting out an exasperated sigh, "No," he whined, "I had the whole of today planned, too." He admitted, sounding very dejected.
Arlene laughed and patted him on the back, "It's cool, man. Nobody comes to On The Run whenever there's a festival or float parade going on somewhere in Cleveland or Westerville.
(On The Run is our store name, by the way. Wink, wink.)
"Ugh," Blaine groaned, throwing his head back.
"Oh, come on you sore loser. We can stay in here and play truth or dare with some of the others who're on shift today. I'll text them to come down here." She suggested. Ari was always one for fun ideas.
And so she sent texts to the group the staff were in and soon, three to five different people came walking in and I was quickly forgotten about. Can you believe it? Me? The creepy mannequin that looks too real to be a dress up display being forgotten and put aside just like that. Oh, wow. That was... awesome to not be stared at as if I just shot out lasers from my eyes.
"Adrienne! Come on, it's just a cement floor!" Jared pointed on, patting on the empty spot for Adrienne.
The French girl just could not be dealt with on some occasions.
Adrienne huffed and just planted herself down onto the floor, making everyone cheer. She couldn't stay mad at them for too long. No one could. The OTR staff were like family. To them, at least. Not me. I was not real to them.
"Okay, I brought a bottle. Anyone don't know how to play Truth or Dare?" Another worker, Kace Gunner commented.
They all shook their heads and then the game started.
A lot of people tried to avoid the Truths but the more you did, the harder and weirder the Dares got.
Anton would pick the most revealing Dares while Kace and Jared stayed in the DL. Well, their version of DL anyways.
When the tip of the bottle landed on Blaine, he smirked, already foreseeing the future, "I pick Dare." He decided proudly.
The ladies purred at his bravery while the guys shared a knowing look.
Blaine knew that choosing Truth would end up in him having to reveal how his first time went and truth be told - no pun intended - I could smell Virgin from here, because I happen to be one myself. Would ya look at that?
"I dare you to make out with that mannequin that everyone is freaked out about but Ari seems to take everywhere with her." Jared dared, smiling darkly at me. What? He thinks I'm a fucking haunted doll or some shit? Honestly, the nerve of some teenagers.
Blaine paled before he stood up reluctantly and walked over to me. As he did, he mouthed something that I could make out a little. Something like "I don't know if you're actually alive, but if you are, I'm so sorry." or something close to that and then before I knew it, his soft lips were on mine and it was as if that kiss alone got rid of the hell that holds me.
I eyed Ari out of the corner of my eye. She looked somewhat hopeful for something. Hopeful for what, I don't know.
But something tells me that this kiss is more than just a dare.
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Author's NotesYeah... I'm so sorry for not updating this story in God knows how long because I was writing the superhero fic nobody but me is interested in, so. Anyways, leave a review! Thanks for reading!!!– Rain, (November 3rd, 2017)
