Glasz

Aftermath

Chapter 2

After the shopping trip with Mercedes and Rachel, Kurt felt oddly relaxed. He liked spending time and bonding with the girls, even though they bickered with each other about fashion sense; it was all part of the friendship. Kurt drove the navigator home, all the while he and the girls singing along to the radio's top 40. He dropped off Mercedes and Rachel off to their respective homes.

The moment he parked in his drive way, he knew something was up. The house had a certain, buzz to it that he didn't understand. He got out of his car, walked up the drive way towards the door, and got his house key and unlocked the door. When he walked in, he could practically smell the…the rage and tension. He saw some people were bruised; others had scratches and had gashes. It was a frightful scene; the private nurses were tending to the majorly injured. He immediately looked around for his father, his first priority, all this stress would not be well for his heart.

Kurt searched around the house for his father, looking in each of the rooms in the first floor, it seemed he was nowhere to be found; Kurt got more frantic by the second, what if something happened to him? What about his heart? He ran through the second story hallway, until he heard a television playing softly in one of the rooms. There you are. His father sat in a recliner, watching the news reporting what seemed to be a fight that happened earlier in the day between the Andersons and the Hummels; he mentally tabbed that for later questioning. What he was worried about now was his father; the brawl could wait until later.

Burt looked so tired and worn out from the day's events. Kurt went over to him and sat on the arm of the recliner, he looked at his dads' profile, even though Burt was in his early forties, the stress made him look haggard and older; Kurt did not like what he saw.

"Dad, are you okay? You know the stress isn't good for your heart…" Kurt whispered in the near silent room.

"I'm fine kiddo. Just worried about the boys that were at the market. I'll be fine once I know all the details of what happened today. Now, c'mon lets go see how the boy are being tended."

Kurt sat there for a second, a stony look on his face. He could feel his father wasn't telling him the truth. He would have to find out for himself.

Blaine was strolling through the maze in his backyard, trying to get his thoughts sorted out. Arguing to himself on what it means to love; what it means to find and create love with whomever, no matter the gender.

He gently shook his head, as if he could shake the thoughts away. He looked up towards the sky. Why then, oh brawling love, oh loving hate. Oh anything of nothing first create. Heavy lightness, serious vanity, misshapen chaos, of well seeming forms…

"BLAINE!"

His thoughts were interrupted by someone calling his name. He stopped where was, waiting for whomever was calling him to catch up. Wes and David rounded the corner not long after; looking like hell. They had bruises on their faces along with bandages on their arms. He looked from one face to another, they looked…pleased for some odd reason. He sighed and continued walking along the path through the maze; Wes and David following after him.

"Why, hello there Blaine. Nice to see you. How are you? Had a nice afternoon?" Wes asked in his usual chipper tone. David looked as if he were trying to hold back a smile.

Blaine merely grunted as a response, he was not in a good humor at the moment. Was the day so young? Sad hours seem long. He continued walking through the maze.

"Oh me, what happened at the market? Is that why you are all bruised up and scratched?" Blaine thought to ask, genuinely concerned for his friends. Wes and David looked at each other as if having a silent conversation, debating whether to tell him or not.

"Nevermind, don't tell me; for I know it has to do with hate. That is all there ever was in this godforsaken town." Blaine said, more to himself that to his friends.

"Why so down Blaine? I haven't seen you like this since your mother had that miscarriage." David answered this time.

Blaine sighed, "Farewell, Wevid. I'll see you at home. Report to my dad that everything is fine with me and that I'm just in a funk."

With that Blaine turned a corner and ran along through the maze, hoping to empty out his head.