I'm on a roll. Been writing like crazy. This was actually done yesterday but I didn't get to stay on the computer long enough to post it. Enjoy chapter 2 and please review!
"What's up, lady?" Came the cold, cruel taunts of Azimio, followed by an equally icy liquid. Kurt, now in his junior year of high school, didn't even bother to flinch. Slushies to the face were pretty much as natural and expected as breathing by now. He just wiped the slush out of his eyes and trudged off in the general direction of the bathroom, wondering what he did to deserve this. Although he was only physically weighed down by his shoulder bag and a textbook, his legs felt heavier than ever before. Years had dragged by, years of counsellors and teachers who thought they knew him telling him his life would improve. And yet nothing had changed. He was still being pushed around like he didn't matter. One would think the school would WANT to prevent a prize student from merciless torture, but one would be wrong. For all Kurt knew, the school was more concerned for the safety of the garbage cans than his.
He pushed open the door to the boys room resignedly, peeking his head around the corner to check for potential tormentors in the vicinity. Nope, the coast was clear. A soft swishing of someone washing their hands at a nearby sink was the only noise, save for the occasional creaks of the piping. Kurt slipped into the closest stall and went to work. With minimal effort he slid off his clothes (surprisingly, the slushy actually helped him to remove them) and pulled on some less wet attire. Satisfied with his appearance, the countertenor made a couple of adjustments and stepped out to the mirrors. Swish... Swish... The sound of the water circulating was obvious in the otherwise quiet room. With a smooth, gentle hand, he turned on the tap.
He looked up at the mirror to analyze his face as the warm water graced his skin. Many a face had passed by these mirrors, but never had they been so contorted with confusion and raw emotion. Several pairs of eyes had gazed into these mirrors, but none of them held the same beautiful, exhausted quality as his. No one saw the deep sadness they withheld, for it often was lost in the sea of crystal blue. He had a fair few lines on the contours of his face. Most of them were probably caused by his many worries, troubles that no boy his age should have to deal with. Worries Kurt didn't deserve. After all the brutality he had been through, his face was virtually unscathed (his father was usually smart enough to avoid it). His cheeks, once rosy and aglow with love, had faded to an almost sickly dull white. Evidently though, it wasn't a big enough difference for anyone to notice. He hastily tucked his hair behind his ear with a single finger. And with a last backward glance as he walked away, he exited the restroom. He had though it to be vacant. However, the gelled-down head of hair of a certain someone that he saw out of the corner of his eye was causing him to have second thoughts...
He slumped the rest of the way down the hall to his locker, greeting the few friendly faces that were actually in the building at this time of day. He spun the numbers simply and without effort, as it was such a routine part of his life that it didn't require any. All was quiet for just a moment- until the locker sprung open. An exploding mass of colors fluttered to the floor around Kurt, leaving him angry and alone amidst the chaos. Like always. He took a deep breath and counted to ten, closing his eyes. Hiding his emotions was something he had become accustomed to. He would've sighed, but deemed it pointless and didn't bother. Little did he know that as he bent over to retrieve the unruly papers , he was being watched.
"Hey! Do you want some help over there?" A masculine voice called, startling Kurt.
"Do we know each other? Or is this another sick joke? Because I've learned to recognize them."
Click, click, click, came the sound of the boy's footsteps, his face soon trailing behind. Even in the dim lights of the hallway (the janitor turned most of them off after 4pm to save power) Kurt could see how handsome this person was. His face held a rather distinguished air to it, although he couldn't have been any older than Kurt if his hobbit-like stature was any indication. Large, but not to a point of extremity his eyebrows were, resting just above his eyes, accenting the deep hazel hues. The hair on his head, which he clearly spent a fair bit of time on, was held firmly in place by mountains of product. The angles of his face were defined indeed, but did jut out or look unattractive. He wasn't baby-faced either, as his manhood was made painfully obvious by the tiny razor cut on one side of his otherwise immaculate face. His nose was the perfect size too, not too tiny, but not gigantic and wouldn't get in the way when kissing. And his lips, well, Kurt wasn't sure he should get started thinking about lips like that.
It was decided.
He was flawless.
In fact, his features were only darkened by hurt, despite his desperate effort to hide it.
"What do you mean?" He spoke in a soft tone, which confirmed Kurt's preconceived notion. Kurt sighed, He was really not in the mood to talk, especially to someone he just met, solely thanks to his explosive locker. Besides, he was pretty sure this gorgeous stranger didn't bat for his team, judging by his simple outfit and kind (but generally boyish) presence.
"Never mind. Look, it's nothing personal, okay? But could you please leave me alone? I'm not in the best mood to be talking to someone, in case you haven't already noticed." A shrug.
"If you insist." He agreed,, but he still looked hesitant to leave, not that Kurt could understand why.
"Take care of yourself." He added before disappearing back into the shadows. But as soon as he was gone and Kurt was left to his mess, he found something amongst it all that didn't belong to him. He snatched up the item for analysis, realizing upon a closer look that the object was indeed a pen, engraved custom. That guy who had just left must've dropped it in his rush, at least, that was Kurt's best guess. He rolled it between his fingers, trying to make out the words scrawled on the side in tiny lettering. Blaine Hummel, it read, the name reverberating in Kurt's head with a strange familiarity. Where had he heard that name before?
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He was perfect.
Everything about him was perfect.
These were the thought running through Blaine Hummel's head as he almost missed the couch because he was so lost in his world. He wanted to get to know that strange, shy boy, but he didn't even know his name. But that was easily remedied. He just needed to bump into him again and make it look like an accident, because from what he could deduce, this boy would not take kindly to being followed. It all seemed so easy in his head, although it couldn't be that way in reality and he knew it. Anyone that sheltered and defensive was unlikely to open up to him, especially after their interaction at the lockers earlier that day.
But he had to try! He couldn't explain his desire- no, no, desire wasn't the right word- need to talk to him. It was insane, because Blaine (of all people) was not one to believe in silly little clichés like love at first sight. He could be a sap at time, but not to that extent. Yet... He couldn't help his fascination. In his mind he was replaying their meeting over and over and over again, trying to extract any tidbit of information he could from that single scene.
The way the boy dressed- fitted and flamboyant attire, and Blaine suspected, expensive. At least two of the items on his person must've been designer, and Blaine was pretty sure he didn't just wake up with his hair looking like that. Not to mention the intensity of his gaze. Blaine gave a low shudder just thinking about it. When those crystal blue orbs were directed on him he was fairly certain they were looking into his soul. But there was something else in those eyes, something apparently lost to everyone else. He couldn't quite identify it, only suspect that it was anger that dulled the beautiful color. Traces of misery, however, were easy to pick up. He didn't know the cause yet. All he found out from a bit of asking around was that no one really did. No one knew his name, let alone his true identity. But not for long.
Blaine sighed. Who was he kidding? Half the time he didn't know who HE was, let alone anyone else. He was confused and bored with his life as a whole, despite all the luck he had come across throughout it. He had parents who loved him, decent grades at school and reasonable likability, judging by his growing social circle. As far as he was concerned, he was heading in the right direction. He just didn't know where that would take him. So the nameless boy was less of a roadblock to him as much as he was an exit taking him to a route he hadn't thought of before. Now all Blaine had to do was make the turn.
"Hey kiddo! How was school?" Burt asked, startling Blaine. A few grease spots tainting his face made themselves known as he strolled into the room.
"Geez, dad! Give a guy a warning. I'm too young for heart attacks." Burt chuckled nonchalantly.
"You didn't answer my question, son." Blaine didn't give a moment's thought to his reply. "It was great."
Burt just shook his head. Blaine may have been in the room, but his head was in the clouds.
"Are you alright there, Blaine? You seem a little... Out of it." The latter nodded.
"I'm fine. I guess I just have a lot on my mind right now." Burt nodded back to show understanding.
"Daydreaming about girls, by any chance?"
Blaine sighed internally. He was about to burst and send truth exploding all over the room, but it wasn't the right time or place. After all, Kurt wasn't the only one with secrets.
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