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Blaire woke up in her bed with a body draped over hers. She looked down to see Blaine's head snuggled into her stomach with Kurt on the other side of her. Wes and David laying at her feet like two puppies. She looked over at her iPad and found she slept hours through her alarm. Panicking for a moment she then realized it was a weekend. She sat up and sighed, carefully moving out of the bed and into the bathroom. She washed, moisturized and put on her makeup before quickly leaping over the huge mess left behind from the night previous. Walking downstairs she caught a strange scent, almost fruity, but too synthetic to be real fruit. Following the smell she walked at a brisk pace to a back room in the house not realizing what she was stepping in. She found the source of it, a huge collection of berry scented lipsticks all melted down into a puddle. Checking her feet she found more on the floors. Backtracking she went to where the drips turned down a hall into a guest bathroom. On the mirror in the smallest words one could write with lipstick were the words, "Don't interfere with what is not yours." A shaky breath escaped her lips before she collapsed onto the floor. Minutes passed before she stood slowly and picked up a dark washcloth, and started to clean up the goopy, smelly mess. After washing her feet she took a picture of the words before wiping them away.
Kurt woke to the sun beams smiling down on his face. There was a half warm spot in the bed next to him where he suspected Blaire must have been. Blaine was passed out still and Wes and David were strung over each other. He sighed and scooted closer to Blaine when he heard a soft sigh and the shuffle of footsteps. Swinging his legs off the bed he tiptoed to the door and then walked downstairs. There Blaire sat in front of a large computer uploading a picture.
"What's that?" he whispered.
"Its um, er, nothing." whispered Blaire back. "It's just some pictures of the mess from last night. They're so funny." She lied swiftly, a technique learned to ward her father.
"Well you must email them to me!"
"Oh of course..." Eager to change the subject Blaire started to move towards the kitchen and started pulling out ingredients for what seemed to be waffles. As she closed the fridge after getting the eggs, she saw a dark jacket disappearing around the corner and white slip of paper falling to the ground. She blinked quickly before realizing her intruder must still be in the house, and in a hurry to get out, but not without dropping a note. Turning she fumbled over her words, "I gottaget some stuff uh thing from um there." She ran over and stepped on the paper and slid with it across the floor, right into a person.
Blaine, David and Wes, were jolted up by a loud ear piercing, blood curdling, screech from downstairs. Wes was the first to realize that something must be wrong because there was way too much noise for for a simple playful shriek. He bolted downstairs to find a sheet white Blaire, and a confused Kurt.
"Blaire? Blaire, come on talk to us?" David gently grabbed her by the shoulders, only to be coldly shrugged off.
"I, I think, I need to use the bathroom."
"Do you need help?" Wes asked.
"Wes? Im pretty sure she doesn't. I mean it's the bathroom." After escaping the worried looks of the 4 people Blaire ran into the downstairs bathroom off of the kitchen. She didn't feel safe anymore, not anywhere, and especially not in this large bathroom. She pulled back the shower curtain and checked in the cabinets, not even worrying about how insane she looked. She finally sat down on her memory foam bath mat and pulled out the note, from her pocket.
I got in once, I can do it again. Don't tell. ;) xoxo
Crawling to the toilet she dry heaved, feeling more and more lost. Who would do this? She got only a glimpse of the person before they ran out the front door, but she could never forget such a beautiful face. Most definitely a girl. Why would this chick do this though? Jealousy? Wanting to soon kidnap her and hold her for a ransom that could pay for a small town? Just to mess with her? Words swirled in her brain, as she felt more turmoil than she wanted to, especially after everything was going so well.
The next few days didn't go so well for any of the group. Wes and David seemed to become overly protective of their new friend, and Blaine and Kurt, to wrapped up in honeymoon bliss to really worry. That day at Warbler's practice, which Blaire had seemed to become a part of, word was going around that another girl was going to be preforming as a guest. Rob flounced into the room and started at a low hum building itself up to a loud strong melody. An intro was playing.
"In honor of the late Amy Winehouse, I'd like to intoduce my dear friend, Valerie." Rob spoke as the acapella group, including Blaire, started to hum as a girls voice entered the room.
Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture
'Cause since I've come on home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop makin' a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie
Blaire finally tore her eyes away from the window she was next to, to finally look at the new singer. She looked vaguely familar. Wes and David shared a look as they watched Blaire lose focus.
Did you have to go to jail
Put your house on up for sale
Did you get a good lawyer?
Hope you didn't catch a tan
Hope you find the right man
Who'll fix it for you
Are you shopping anywhere
Changed the color of your hair
Are you busy?
Blaire slowly started to think back, when did she last see this girl? Was she... No she couldn't be, this is obviously the same girl that hung out with Kurt. The cogs in her head started turning faster and faster, going through dates and memories searching for this face.
Since I've come on home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop makin' a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie
Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture
'Cause since I've come on home
Well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop makin' a fool out of me
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie
Valerie, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie
Why don't you come on over Valerie?
As the song came to a close, Blaire finally realized it. Her mind reached a memory she didn't want to touch on, her house being broken into. She hadn't told anyone of course, because of how scared she was, but at the same time, if she told someone they could keep her safe. She looked up and put the Valerie's face next to the intruders and came to realization, that Valerie is the intruder. She had friended Kurt! Oh god, she could constantly be near me now. Oh god oh god oh god. She could get to me seriously now. All my friends, everyone. Wait, what, breathing?
Blaire had stood up staring straight at the girl, completely forgetting everyone in the room, her breathing becoming ragged. She let out a small gasp before falling to the floor, unconsciousness.