Coup de théâtre
Blaine turned to properly look at the figure who had just arrived. "Wes?" there was questioning in his tone and a look of bemusement on his face.
"Why are you here?" he turned to look back at Kurt who was still nearly on the ground not fully aware of the events happening around him. The dazed look on his face told the two boys that he wasn't there with them, he was in a memory of some sort and if his facial expression had anything to do with it, well it wasn't a pleasant or happy memory.
"I wanted to know if he was alright…" Wes softly spoke. "He seemed distressed when he left and I wanted to help." Wes looked at Kurt and then slowly started to walk over to the boy.
"Kurt?…" Wes whispered softly while slowly stretching out his arm and placing his hand on Kurt's shoulder while kneeling next to him, not at all bothered about the mud ruining his trousers. "çava?"
Kurt looked at Wes, his normally unblemished porcelain skin was now puffy and red, his eyes were swollen and the tears had left marks on his skin. His lips trembled as he tried to answer Wes' question, breaking both Blaine's and Wes' hearts.
"çava mal Wesley" he whispered softly before continuing. "Nobody likes me, people, they have no belief in me. At home, in Paris nobody had any belief in my words. The faith they had in my truth was little to none. When I stood up and told the people of my choir group that I was getting bullied and harassed they… they did not believe me." The tears ran down his face as he told Wes this and Blaine listened with a heart broken expression.
"Then one day I had enough… I just couldn't go back to school… they was this one bully, he was worst of each of them. The bully was still… what does the Americans call it… He was in still the closest. He made hell of my life while at school and everyday I had no escape of him. He would push and shove me into lockers, it hurt more when he had friend there to help him. He threw me into la poubelle and then un jour he.."
He took a deep breath and tried to regain some of his steadiness back and took a deep breath.
"Then un jour he… il m'embrassè! He pinned me down and I couldn't move…" panic seemed to take over him as he spoke and his breath sped up.
Blaine sensing the distress walked over to the two boys and knelt beside them. He wrapped his arm around Kurt and gave Wes a look, causing Wes into wrapping his arm around the boy as well. Kurt was wrapped up in Blaine and Wes' arms and he loved it, he felt safe.
"He threatened me… he said if I was to speak a word, he would kill me."
He wiped the tears away from his eyes and lent his head on Blaine's shoulder and gripped tight to Wes' hand. He took a deep breath and continued the last of his story. " J'ai dit mon papa and he took me out of school and sent me here… I have yet to speak will the old choir group of mine and I do not have a wish to do tellement."
He looked at the two boys he was wrapped in the arms of, both eyes were glistening with tears and both were trying to hold them in. In Kurt's opinion they were beautiful.
"Tellement maintenant tu sait ma histoire… What is your story?"
Both boys seemed to know what he said and asked and so Blaine after meeting Wes' eyes took a deep breath and started his story.
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