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Angry Blaine
Part 1
Shoes lying all over the front door…
Female shoes: heels, really old
Male shoes: Expensive, specifically made for arch support
There's no way…
Soft music playing the background…
Wandering slowly through the hallway…
No light at all, except for the one in the living room…
A woman's laugh…
A man's chortle, followed quickly by a long, sustained cough…
"Are you okay?"
Inching closer…
Hoarse reply, garbled at first and then
"I'm fine"
Followed by more laughter…
Inching even closer…
Smell of cheap perfume fills the air...
With the sight of two champagne glasses…
The man inches closer to the woman...
His hands fall on the woman's lap…
The woman laughs even more…
I am inching closer towards the scene…
I hear my name being called…
I say something witty…
The woman turns around…
Horrified look on her face…
And then my knife comes down…
Actually, let me just stop being dramatic for the moment. I like to be dramatic whenever I'm recounting my tales.
I didn't exactly have a knife with me; though I wish I did…so let me recount what exactly happened the normal way. Oh, by the way, hope you liked it. I was actually thinking of writing some dramatic poetry in a sophisticated Def Jam manner…or some kind of dramatic screenwriting for theater if the poetry part didn't work out.
Here is exactly what happened:
I did discover shoes on the ground as soon as I got home. When I noticed the man's shoes, I had my suspicions at who it could be. I was angry, let me tell you. Blaine Anderson III has never gotten this angry before for ridiculous reasons such as this, but this was pushing my temper. Anyway, I had my suspicions. I didn't want to confirm the worst, but then I heard, soft music playing in the living room.
So at this moment, I was thrown off track a bit, thinking that it was Kurt since he always liked to leave the sound system on. But it wasn't. It was even worse than I thought. I heard a man's voice and the woman's voice and it confirmed the worst for me.
I saw the champagne bottle and two champagne glasses. And then I thought, "Make yourself at home, why don't you?"
As I approached the "couple" from behind while his hands were still on her lap, I hear my name being said by the man. That's when I said:
"Did somebody say 'Blaine Anderson'?"
She instantly turned around and immediately frowned, which eventually grew into a horrified look at the inevitable… And then my knife came down!
Got you again, didn't I? I already told you, I don't have a knife, but I wish I did…just kidding…well half-kidding.
But my face. If you could see my face, let me tell you.
I…Was…Livid.
Livid, meaning FURIOUSLY ANGRY!
At who, you suppose?
And here's where we introduced the characters.
"No, Blaine, it's not what it looks like," Rachel said, frantically, pulling away from the man.
And then I roared, "Dad, what the hell are you doing with Rachel?"
"Blaine," my dad said, trying to explain, "Listen to Rachel. It is not what it looks like."
Is it too late to go find a knife? Or maybe a wand?
Or maybe a wand/knife combo?
Update will follow soon enough. Any theories as to why Rachel is with Blaine's dad? Or the bigger question is why is Blaine so angry? Sorry for this being a short chapter, but it's meant to be a teaser. I promise you the next part will come less than a week or so. And it'll be longer, I promise.