Plastic

Story by KlaineyDays25

WARNING: Plastic MAY CONTAIN PROFANITIES, SEXUAL ACTS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND POSSIBLE FALSE INFORMATION AS YOU PROGRESS INTO THE STORY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I do not own glee.

Chapter 6: Paintings on the Wall

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In a dark area where blackness is as far as the eye can see, Blaine pressed his hands to the ground to ensure that he wasn't about to blindly walk off an edge and fall into an abyss of some sort. And then suddenly, a glimmer of light shot towards his chest, but he was unharmed although a little surprised.

"Blaine," that voice again. That fucking voice that took the two people he had learned to love in a long time. The only family he's got left.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long, Blaine." The voice admitted a little too excitedly.

Blaine kept looking around and back to the light that pointed at him, "What do you want?" He yelled to whoever was listening. Shit, what was his name? He asked himself mentally.

Arlene had mentioned this before but he was too concerned with Kurt when he fainted to pay attention to what she was saying.

"Do you know where you are, Blaine?" Grinn asked a little softer now.

Oh, Grinn! That's his name!

"Do I look like I know?" He sassed.

Laughter emitted from somewhere, then a sigh, "Even in the state of mind, you still have the nerve to bring out your inner diva. Trust me, I have no problem with the people of the LGBT community."

The light disappeared and out walked a man in a dark suit, a cloak covering his face. He'd seen it before; all mangled with bone showing, scars and 3rd Degree burns. It was... something you couldn't unsee.

"State of mind?" Blaine queried, looking around defensively with arms up in a ready stance.

Grinn laughed, "Do not fret, boy. I'd never want to fight you. I've waited too long to lose you, now."

What the actual fuck? What was this fucker talking about?

"You didn't answer my question."

"Ah! To cut a long story short, this place is like a place that holds the truth and a memory card from all your previous lives," Grinn explained as he circled around Blaine with his hands in his pockets, "You see, you and Kurtis have lived many lives together. Some where you've had to die for the forbidden love you share, some where you were different beings entirely, some where one has had to die to give the other a better life, some where no magic exists, some where only magic exists and even some where no happy ever afters concluded you both. These are all simultaneously appearing and in each reality, there is never once you two haven't breathed the same air. This is what a Soulmate is. No matter the situation, you're always together. Your mind only plays scenes of which are true, so there's no reason not to believe me." The tall man ended with a coy smile.

Blaine just stood there like a lost puppy, absorbing it all in but then he spoke again, "I know all your stories, Blaine. I know everyone's stories. The truth is that I am not the villain; you're your own villain." He pointed his nasty, crooked finger to Blaine's chest where his heart was, "This was all a test. A test to prove your worthiness to your Soulmate, a test to prove your loyalty to them, a test to go beyond. These are like paintings on the walls you see in museums, each individual piece of art has their own story for their own reasons and your reason? To just keep on living and dying with the one you love til time stops and the universe explodes and nothing exists anymore but the existing history of everything. You know, I'm not this cruel. This is how I am in your reality."

So this all had happened before... this was their life cycle, then. This was his purpose, then.

For so long Blaine has thought that everyone only gets one life and they, in fact, do and then they move on to a different one with no memory of their previous life and no evidence of their previous existence. So Blaine had once been a soldier, Grinn added and died in World War II. Kurt was a soldier as well. Well, more of a commander in a different life. Grinn gave him true examples of their previous lives together and saved the best for last.

"You and Kurt in this life," he started, gesturing to the forming cloud on the palm of his hand that casted a scene of some sorts, "well, you were diagnosed with Psychopathy and because of that, you are unable to truly love Kurt for him so that's why this all ends in heartache. Kurt dies tragically in a house fire and you feel no remorse yet all the sadness rushing in. You feel frustrated and take your miserbileness out on three men who you beat to death and ended up in jail for 22 years. Your parents are long gone, your brother ceases to exist and all you have left is yourself-"

"Okay, stop." Blaine flinched, raising his hands up to show his discomfort towards this story, "Why are you telling me this? Is this, like, a future life? Because if it is from the future I shouldn't even know! That will disrupt the space-time contin-"

"No, Blaine," Grinn interrupted, "it does and has not had anything to do with time whatsoever. I told you, this is all happening in the same time. It's basically infinite and there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's not going back or forth in time, it's knowing about a different reality. It's okay, though, to know about this stuff. People have already founded this out several years ago. God-gifted, those people are."

So to get things straight, in each reality, Grinn exists and yet doesn't because he doesn't have a Soulmate. That means that he cannot change who he is for as he is immortal and a foreign Entity is not conceived of that trait. Okay, got that down and now all Blaine has to do is figure out what Grinn's actual motives are.

"Um, in a different reality you're, like, nice?" Blaine asks. Grinn was caught off guard by the sudden question because he was quiet for so long, "Yes. Completely and not." He answered.

"And in this reality, you're evil."

"Very." He smiled darkly, leaning towards Blaine.

"Then why should I believe that you aren't the villain?" Without giving him anytime, Blaine swung a strong and fast fist to the man's face, knocking him down. Angered, Grinn shot back up and grabbed the boy by the throat in attempt to strangle him but time was up. The area started rumbling and shaking like an earthquake and Grinn had to get out of here before he ends with the boy. With a snap of his fingers, a cave-like door appears and he runs to it, dropping Blaine down harshly.

But alas, he did not make it and the ground he stood on collapsed, bringing him down with it. Blaine took the opportunity to run while he could and before the door was completely blocked off by debris and only allowing very little entrance, Blaine slid through that tiny whole and managed to escape. This is one of the times that he is grateful for his small size.

It was like going through a tiny rabbit hole because you don't really know where you're going, you just follow the tunnel. The cave was... very small and Blaine never really had any claustrophobia growing up but this time, the space given to him was gradually shrinking to the point he was left with no choice but to wriggle his way through it on his elbows. Blaine started to worry but then a white light beamed at the end of the tunnel.

He crawled faster and once he reached the end, he looked around another dark room. Thankfully it wasn't too dark, so he could see two figures just sitting in either corners of the room, fidgeting with whatever they had. Blaine slowly crawled out and stared at them again, trying to analyse them.

Whatever they were doing, they stopped and slowly floated upwards and circled around Blaine. The circling sped up and broken cries of several other people were heard from inside and outside whatever this place was, "Blaine," the first one cried, dragging his name.

Blaine felt the slight chill jolt up his spine, "Blaine, it's too late." They said.

Blaine could've sworn-

"Blaine, please leave," Oh, my God, Arlene!

Those two voices... they belonged to Arlene and Kurt. When the two finally faced the short teen, Blaine felt his heart shatter. Their eyes looked so empty and lifeless. Well, of course they're lifeless because they're both kinda dead but you get it.

They looked like they just got tortured for life and are now released but the consequence was that they couldn't have their bodies released with them, so they had to die to be free. His breathing was heavy and his eyes pooled up with tears.

"ANDERSON!" A loud voice boomed from the end of the tunnel, "BLAINE ANDERSON!"

Kurt floated downwards and handed him over a stone, "This is Arlene's Soulstone. Go to the cemetery and piece it with Deon's." He explained briefly, tightening the grip he had on Blaine when he passed the Soulstone.

"How would I know which cemetery it is?"

Kurt's tensed shoulders dropped and his eyes were filled with sadness and hope, "You'll know it when you see it," he forced an encouraging smile, "Now run." He hissed when he heard Grinn's mocking voice again.

So that's what Blaine did. He ran. He wasn't running for just himself, he ran for Kurt. He ran for Arlene. He ran for all the unfortunate Subjects who lost their lives for something so stupid from someone so merciless. He felt the adrenaline course through his veins, the thrill igniting his heart on fire. It felt good. It felt like he was running faster than a cheetah.

Once he saw a cemetery, he immediately felt a connection between the Soulstone in his hand and another from behind those stone walls. This was the one.

He looked around him for signs of Grinn and thankfully he wasn't around. Once he faced his head towards the front again, he couldn't sworn his heart almost jumped out of his chest. There, stood the infamous Grinn. His smile was crooked, his teeth decayed and the stitches on his face loosened when he smirked coyly.

Blaine felt his heart shoot up to his throat. He stood frozen in his place, too much in shock to think. Clearly, that was quite stupid because a long arm came flying to his face with sharp nails. The fleshless hand squeezed his face hard and picked him up by this jaws. The man grinned and squeezed even harder. Blaine felt his eyeballs slowly slide out and it would've popped out of his sockets if it weren't for a helping hand.

A metal rod smacked Grinn in the face, knocking him backwards. To that, he dropped Blaine who fell to the ground with a grunt. The road scraped his knees and elbows but like that mattered. A hand was offered to him. Surprised, he resisted the urge to look up for as there was no time to waste. He took the hand and was pulled up. When he was, then he looked at the mysterious woman's face and recognized her relatively quickly.

With eyes like those and freckles that appeared under the hot sun, she was definitely Adrienne. He wanted to ask why she as here but was hurriedly dragged into the cemetery and locked the gate. The cloaked man chased after them after he got up but thank the Lord Adrienne was a fast-runner.

As she got done locking the other locks, loud bangs were heard from the other side then a strange noise and a hiss.

"He can't get in here." She said, staring the gate down.

"How did you know?" Blaine snapped his head towards her, ignoring the sweat that got into his eye and burnt it. Adrienne only smiled and said, "I know a person. Now, what the hell are you doing here this late at night?"

"I need to get to Deon's grave." He said frantically.

Adrienne stared at him incredulously, "Please!" He yelled when his friend stared for too long, "Sure." She shrugged, taking his hand and pulling him through the many grave stones and to the one he was actually needing to get to in the far end, away from the public eye and from the entrance.

"How-"

"My uncle works here." She cut off, "Now, dig and I'll cover you." Well that explains what she's doing here at, what, 2:30 in the morning.

Well, that explains why she's here at this time...

Speaking of time, Blaine tried his best to dig out the grave but when the bangs on the gate stopped, he knew it was coming. A louder bang sounded along with the falling sound of the gate.

"GUESS WHO'S HERE, BLAINEY!" Grinn's horrid voice roared throughout the huge graveyard.

"HE ISN'T HERE!" He heard Adrienne yell from somewhere.

"ANDERSON!" "No! He isn't here. Find him elsewhere, just leave the deceased in peace." The French girl challenged.

Grinn didn't look so merciful - never was he merciful - and because of that, well, you can obviously tell he didn't believe the girl and of course, wouldn't leave everyone or anyone in piece. "If I can't have him, then you can't either." He said.

And just like that, the bodies arose from the ground like zombies, grabbing onto Adrienne like a scared child would to their parent. She struggled her way out though and managed to escape but someone put their foot out, making her trip and go falling into an open casket. Grinn banged it shut and dropped it into the ground.

"HEY!" She yelled, banging her fists onto it. Nobody cared, so they buried her.

Blaine was almost done but... God it was so deep. That would take him hours more til he got to the actual casket. His arms were sore, his legs were aching and his chest tightening. But he had no option. It was either die now or die later.

And by the grace of God, it was a miracle when the ground lowered and revealed the casket. Blaine couldn't care less about slowly lifting the cover off, so he broke it open with the old, rusty shovel.

And of course with a deceased body came the rotting smell of them. Blaine clearly completely forgot about it and once he moved the cover away, the stench shot to his nostrils but honestly it didn't stink that bad. Maybe those actors in the movies who gag or throw up at the scent of dead things are over reacting or maybe it could just be how long a body had been deceased?

Questions didn't matter right now. What did was that he got Deon out before anyone could disturb him. He carried the muscley teen up by the pits and dragged him behind a huge statue and lay Deon down there. Blaine checked his surroundings in case Grinn was anywhere and- holy shit there were zombies in every corner.

He hurriedly searched every pocket of Deon's clothes but he could not find the stone. Unless...

Blaine ripped out Deon's jacket and shirt and eureka he finally found what he was looking for; the other stone.

Carefully, he took out Arlene's half and tried piecing it together but... ah fuck, it didn't work. Shit, shit, shit.

Noooooooooooo no no no, it must work. Diswajibkan untuknya. Yes, he was frustrated enough to speak another language in his mind. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath when he tried everyway possible to piece the stone together but it just- it just couldn't fit!

"Blainey-boo, I see you," Grinn said in a sing-songy tone. Blaine snapped his head around to see if Grinn had actually found him but nobody was around. He froze.

Who the fuck is this guy? Seriously, he gives people the chance to meet their Soulmate and then rip them away from their loved one, like, what the actual fuck is his problem? Ah, shit... Arlene told him this already. Told him Grinn's purpose. But she never told him his weakness. Maybe because she didn't know? Maybe because as a Guide, she couldn't let him know? Maybe whoever made him casted a spell on him from ever being known of his weakness? Whatever the answer was, Blaine seriously wanted- no, needed to find out before he is sent to oblivion.

He tried again but then, the expected happened.

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Author's Note

I'm kinda sorry for the cliffhanger?? Also, I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, LVSammy, but thanks :) idk if Thanksgiving has passed yet but Happy Thanksgiving to you and everyone else. Any way, lemme know if you want me to continue this, thanks for reading! Please stay safe on the road and don't go out into the cold.