oh my gosh the last chapter got such a good response! *happy dance* sorry for neglecting this it's just holidays …
Title:
Rated: T
Chapter four: Into the fire
Warnings: Homophobia, Violence ( later chapters)
Setting: AU after 4x04
PoV:Blaine and Tina
Disclaimer: Please don't ever mistake me for a middle aged man.
"No man, no more," was that Wes?
"Please we are down a fighter for tonight!" and who was that?
"Well what the hell I'm I supposed to do fight the guy? Whack him other the head with my crutch? The last time I did this for you the other guy snapped my leg so no I'm not helping you out anymore." Definitely Wes, but wait Wes broke his leg in a fight that this guy organized?
"Man, I'm sorry about that! But do you at least know who take a shift?" wait a shift? As in like a job? With fights?
"Look Walt I think you need to leave before mom and dad get home." Walt? As in Wes's older, trouble maker brother? The one who was disowned? The floorboards creak under Blaine's feet as he tries to get closer.
"Hello? Who's there?" Wes called nervously
"It's Blaine." he replied unsure of just what he was interrupting.
When he entered the room he was shocked by how alike but how different the two boys were, Wes though homebound with his leg was still dressed proper and neat with a crisp white dress shirt and dark grey jeans. Walt even with all of Wes physical features if not a bit taller and well-built, was the complete opposite choppy untidy haircut that shadowed a scarred face. Tattoos peaked out from between a wife beater and a old worn leather jacket torn tight blue jeans hung low on his hips.*
Walt eyes studied him while Wes sighed and in a resigned voice mumbled "Blaine this is my brother Walt. Walt this is my friend Blaine."
"What's he doing here?" Walt snapped impatiently.
"His dad kicked him out, so he is staying with us until he can get back on his feet," Wes replied tiredly
Walt, underneath his breath so quietly that Blaine thought that he must not have meant to be heard, muttered " That's Mom and Dad got to be seen as good samaritans but if someone is deemed "unworthy" well then they deserve to be left in the rain" then louder and ruder " so you got kicked out huh I guess that you're looking for a way to get cash?"
"What no!"
"Shut up Wes, all you got to do is a bit of fighting for a hour then you get fifty bucks," Walt was clearly getting desperate now.
"Fifty dollars for an hour of boxing?" Blaine asked a little shocked he did that normally anyway yes it was against a punching bag, but that was beside the point he could get fifty dollars every night.
"Well something like that anyway, so do we have a deal," Walt answered holding out a scarred hand. Blaine's relatively smooth hand swung up into the other mans hand, sealing his fate.
"Hell yeah you got a deal!"
Tina's PoV
Tina felt sick with herself. What had she done? She had agree to go with the rest of the seniors from new directions to confront Blaine in the heat of the moment after Blaine walked out. Standing there however listening to the things they said and not one of them commenting on Blaine's mysterious injury or his suspicious lack of hair gel.
Not knowing what else to do she pressed the call button.
"Hello?" Mike voice was slightly puzzled.
"Hi um Mike? It's Tina I need to talk about something?"
"Okay what is this 'something' then?"
"Well its a someone, Blaine actually."
"So, what's gel head, been up to?"
"Well um a lot actually he um he cheated on Kurt- "
"Wait Blaine ?" Mike was beyond shocked.
"Yeah Blaine, he um like flew to New York or something and when he came back he was kinda quieter, less bouncy, then all of a sudden he just walked out of glee club! The next day he turns up at school with no product in his hair, and this black eye!"
"Please tell me you and the others talked him."
"We yeah we talked to him." At this Mike let a breath in relief.
"So whats up with him?"
"Well I don't, I don't actually know."
"But I thought you said you talked to him?"
"We did! Well it was more of a confrontation really." Tina voice got quieter as she said this.
"Let me get this straight Blaine had a black eye and was obviously messed up and you "confronted" him?" Mikes voice was filled with disgust.
"Well it was the guys who did the actual confronting I just kinda stood and glared?" by now Tina's voice had become little more than a whisper.
"Who are you? Because you're defiantly not the girl I dated." and all Tina heard after that short sharp response was the Dial tone
* that seems so stereotypical to me!
Thank you for reading and please review! Tell me where you think this is going! Tell me if you think I'm I horrible person who should die in a hole! Tell me things! Oh and anyone interested in being a beta?
Love Dusty!