CHAPTER 4: Consequences
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As the last pages of the script dissolved into embers, a great shockwave spread out knocking Kurt, who was nearest to the grill, onto the ground.
"Kurt!" Blaine rushed to his aid, helping him to his feet.
Kurt leaned on Blaine, looking up into his eyes, "Blaine, I… what have I done?"
"I don't know," Blaine took Kurt into his arms, holding him tight. "I don't know," Blaine whispered, feeling Kurt's warm breath and cold tears. Blaine gently wiped away Kurt's tears, "Come on lets go inside." Blaine pushed the grills lid closed, extinguishing the flames.
He guided Kurt back into the house. Kurt stopped him at the door, "No, lets to Lima Bean, please. I just want to do something... normal. Besides that's where Carole thinks I am."
"Okay," Blaine smiled, running a hand through Kurt's hair.
The drive was uneventful, until Kurt screamed, grabbing hold of the wheel and twisting it. The car spun sideways, rocking slightly before coming to a stop. "What do you think you're doing?" Blaine snapped, breathing hard as adrenaline left his blood.
"Blaine, look." Kurt pointed to the center of the road. Frozen in midstride was a little black cat. Kurt looked out the window his blue eyes locking on a bird, which was hanging from the sky as if suspended by an invisible string. "What did I do?" he said to himself.
"Kurt, the sky."
Although everything living, with the exception of Kurt and Blaine, seemed to be frozen, the sky had different ideas. The sun was rising, lighting up a still world, casting shades of red and gold across the sky.
"Blaine, we have to find my dad," Kurt eyes went wide; "I have to know he's okay."
"Okay, just a second," Blaine grabbed the cat from the center of the road, depositing it unceremoniously on the sidewalk. "Let's go."
It didn't take them long to find Burt. He was halfway between the Hummel-Hudson house and Hummel Tires & Lube, Burt's auto repair shop. Kurt was in too much shock to get out of the car, so Blaine got out, tapping on the window of Burt's car. "He's frozen," he shouted to Kurt, "just like everyone else." He got back into his car, resting a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Come on, I'll take you home."
Kurt just stared out into the distance, taking a shaky breath. "No," he looked at Blaine, "I can't go home. I had to make sure my dad was okay. But, I can't go home. I can't see Finn and Carole, frozen. I did this to them, to everyone. All of this is my fault… I'm only glad," his voice broke a little bit, "that you're here with me. I don't know what I'd do without you!"
Blaine placed a hand behind Kurt's head, kissing him. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
Kurt nodded.
They sat there in silence for a moment, then Blaine turned the keys, bringing the car back to life.
"Where are we going?" Kurt whispered. Blaine turned the car around, pushing the pedal to the floor. Kurt grabbed onto the seat, as the car increased its pace, racing through the silent streets of Lima. "Blaine, where are we going?"
"My place, I told you about what I saw in the mirror." He turned to Kurt, "Can you think of anything else."
Kurt shook his head. The drive to North Hills, the fancy part of town where Blaine lived, took about fifteen minutes less than it normally did when Blaine was concerned with getting pulled over. Kurt had only been there twice, they usually preferred to hang out at Kurt's house.
Blaine jumped out of the car, grabbing the keys from underneath the welcome mat. Kurt followed him into the house. The interior was hostile and pretentious, yet beautifully furnished. Blaine shielded his eyes as he passed the kitchen, where, he knew, his parents and little sister would be having breakfast. Upstairs, Kurt found Blaine standing in front of the mirror.
"Do you see him?" Blaine asked keeping his eyes fixed on the mirror's cold surface. Kurt came to stand behind him.
"Why would this mirror be different than any other mirror?"
Blaine frowned, distracted, "I don't know, I was reading the script last night. I had the script propped up against the mirror. That was right before I saw him."
Kurt sat on the sink, looking over at the mirror. "Well," he said, "he isn't there now." Kurt leaned on the mirror… and fell right through. "Ow," his voice was slightly muffled.
"Kurt? How did you… how did you do that?" He hesitantly used on finger to poke at the mirror. It only met some resistance, his touch rippling the surface.
"Blaine," Kurt's mouth was slightly open, "this is incredible, I can see you, but this side of the mirror, it isn't like that side. You have to come through."
"What if we can't get back?"
Kurt crossed his arms, "We don't have any other choice. Come on through, now."
Blaine crawled onto the sink, "Bossy, bossy!" He carefully picked his way over the faucet and pushed through the mirror. Coming through the other side, his ears were ringing slightly.
He looked around; this side of the mirror was decorated in a classy, modern style. A poster with the word "StarKid" was hung framed on the wall. He swung off the sink, flinching as he knocked a glass off the sink. It crashed to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces.
"Careful," Kurt hissed.
"Hello, is someone there," a voice called out from the adjoining room, a voice that sounded suspiciously familiar.
The door handle turned.
