AN/ For those of you who feel that this update is coming too late… I'm soorrrryyy! I have no excuse!
Anyways, I've been riding the Klaine Train without a ticket for a while now, so this is my payment. Also, I've decided to make my chapters longer, and that means possibly even longer waits in between chapters.
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This has been going on for too long, thought Kurt, I want you to tell me what is really getting to you… no, that won't do. He'll probably deflect it with some cheesy, romantic comment.
The jumpiness had been going on for weeks now. Blaine wasn't getting any better, and it didn't seem to get any better when Kurt talked to him. Blaine even winced when Kurt's phone rang! Was his new ringtone really that bad?
But, paranoid or not, Blaine needed a confrontation. Whatever he was going through, he was not going through it alone. Kurt rounded the corner of the hallway and saw Blaine at his locker. Together, that's how they would do it.
"We need to talk," Kurt started as he strode up to Blaine, but then stopped when he saw the kicked puppy look on his face.
"Wh-what?" Blaine asked. He seemed to be thinking…
"Oh Gaga no! Not about that!" Kurt looked around, "Perhaps somewhere more private?" Blaine didn't seem to want to budge. Kurt grabbed his arm and pulled him in to the classroom right next to Blaine's locker. Amazing that it was empty. Kurt shut the door.
"We need to talk about your… jumpiness as of late,"
Blaine looked confused. "I don't follow."
"Oh, I know that you follow. You follow perfectly well, Blaine Anderson," Kurt noticed that his voice was getting that edge, so he changed it. "It's just, I can't feel you Blaine. It's like you're in your own little world half the time, and the other half you can't even pay attention. You've been making up excuses and… and… " Kurt sighed, "Is there something you're not telling me, Blaine?" Kurt was surprised to find tears in Blaine's eyes. "Hay. Babe, babe? I trust you, I just hope you trust me."
"It's just," Blaine choked out, "It's just that there is something I need to tell you. About my family." Kurt winced. He knew that family was a rough topic for Blaine. Did his father beat him? Did his parents kick him out? Did…? Anything can happen, Kurt Hummel. Don't get too wound up.
Blaine managed to sob out two words: "My Brother."
Kurt was surprised. "You… have a brother?"
"Well, I thought I did. I didn't really know he was alive until a couple weeks ago. Coop… Cooper ran away. At 18. He's a con-man," Blaine sighed "He's a bad guy Kurt, and my parents wanted nothing to do with him. But… but is it so bad that I do?"
Kurt was shocked. Blaine had kept a secret from him for this long? "Of course not, Blaine! If Finn went all axe murderer, I know I might not love him anymore… I mean… of course I would. Just, if he killed Burt and," He slid his hand down his face, "My point is… Just because your parents say he is a bad guy, that doesn't mean you can't still feel the same you did about him as when you were younger. Those feelings were good, right? Because if you were getting this worked up over a total Douche, I wouldn't know who you were anymore," Kurt smiled. Blaine smiled right back. At least his perfect grin was back.
"I liked him, Kurt. It's just, Coop doesn't really know he came in to my life, well I guess he does. Just not on a personal level."
"And why is that?"
"Cooper's the guy from the free-credit-rating-today-dot-com commercial. You know, your new ringtone?"
And before Blaine could take another breath, Kurt was on him.
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Moz was at June's table when Neal turned the light on to the foyer.
"Hey Moz! I was just stopping by to pick up some luggage. Peter and I are pulling an all-nighter at the office, then taking a plain straight to Cincinnati. Make it quick!"
"'Quick' sort of depends on how you take it," Mozzie said, "Which, as I would expect, means that this might take a while."
Neal paused, turned around, and sat on the couch across form Mozzie.
"You chose wisely, my friend."
"The point, Moz?"
"Your life? You know, before you were eighteen? It's not as you remember it."
Neal looked confused, "What are you talking about. My mom died. My dad was a dirty cop. What would you know that I didn't?"
Mozzie sighed, "The truth."
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Muahaha! Cliffhanger! I'll just leave the rest to your imagination. ;P
