So, I freaking LOVE this song and tried, TRIED to turn it into a story. This is one of several attempts :L
Writing a story to this song was harder than I thought, but this is one of the best one I believe I'd written.
So, while you read this please understand it was hard! :L But I hope you can find something within it to enjoy anyway, even if it is at my attempt! :L
I do not own the song!
Basted on Taylor Swift's song 'Better Than Revenge.'
Better Than Revenge
Wednesday 15th of May 2013.
Dear Journal,
Ha!
The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and, I had it all I had right there where I wanted him. Sebastian and I were finally dating! After months and months of dates and getting him to understand I wanted to be with him and that it wasn't some sick joke. We were official.
But my happy story didn't last long at all. Then he came along, got Sebastian alone and let's hear the applause. He took him faster than you could say 'sabotage.'
One, Blaine Anderson.
I never saw it coming, never would've suspected it. That bastard!
I knew Blaine liked Sebastian, I did but I didn't know he could do this. I had no idea he would steal him from me. He always seemed so nice and polite, so understanding. Looks like I underestimated just who I was dealing with, obviously.
The worse thing was, I know Blaine know's what he's doing to me! He had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum. Hell, like a freaking hammer. Sebastian is different. He isn't like any of the others, I could actually see us making it through High School.
Although a complete and utter nerd, Sebastian is amziang. He's so much fun to be around, even if his jokes are based on maths, comics and TV, they're funny. Sebastian's funny and he's so, so nice. He doesn't just see a uniform when he looks at me, he see's me. Who I am inside and I loved that and I really thought we could work.
Then Blaine happened.
Stupid short ass, perfect face, stupidly gelled hair Anderson. His pretty face, and his 'I am number one attitude' just swept in and stole Sebastian right from under my feet. Right out from under me, metaphorically of course. Things were going so well and then because of that short asshole, things all went wrong.
Sebastian chose him over me, Blaine promised him more, more of everything and Sebastian had just upped and walked off. Just like that. I am going to make him pay for this. Blaine Anderson will pay. At least I'm not the only one who underestimated their opponent. Blaine has severely underestimated just who he was stealing from.
There is no way I'm about to let Blaine Devon Anderson, of all people, take Sebastian from me. We've worked too hard to get this far. Not that there is much of a chance of us getting back together after this, especially after he left me for Blaine Devon Anderson, but that's besides the point.
Blaine isn't a saint, I know that now. If stealing my boyfriend wasn't enough to prove it, then talking to the male cheerleader's sure as hell would. Blaine isn't what anybody thinks, he's an actor. He's better known for the things he does on the mattress and soon, soon. Soon he's gonna find stealing other peoples toy's on the playground won't make him any friends.
It'll just make him some very powerful enemies.
If there's one thing that Blaine needs to keep in mind; There is nothing I do better than revenge.
If he's thinks I am going to sit back and watch that manwhore steal something from me, then he has no idea. This isn't going to end here.
Blaine Anderson, you better watch out.
This isn't over.
Kurt.
Monday 20th May.
Dear Journal,
Blaine fucking Anderson is a dick.
It's obvious that he thinks so highly of himself now he the most beautiful nerd in the school on his arm. He's looking at life like he's a party and he's on the list. But all day, all day! He's been looking at me like I'm a trend and he's so over it! I am not a trend to be over! I am a trend to be in! Metaphorically speaking..
I am one of the trendiest people on this freaking campus, no one can ever be over my 'trends,' but that's besides the point. Blaine Anderson is laughing at me. Walking around campus holding MY boyfriend's hand like he owns the place, yet he's still frowning. Why is he still frowning!? He has my boyfriend! He won! That bastard won my boyfriend like he won the medal for most conquests!
I honestly think his ever-present frown is a little troubling. Seriously!? He's dating Sebastian, the hottest nerd in school, why the hell is he still frowning!? But wait until you hear this journal, he think's I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme his name with things.
What? Me a psycho? Trying to rhyme his name with things? Never. Me and the girls have a lot of a fun trying though.. What the hell rhymes with Blaine Anderson anyway? Nothing. What a stupid name.
Anyway, it's so frustrating his stupid little frown and his stupid big hazel eyes with his stupid expensive jacket and shoes. Who the hell does he think he is!? He think's he's being cool and sophisticated, wearing smart clothes and hanging out with all the 'cool' kids. But if I've learnt anything, sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know.
Sophistication isn't about pushing people down until you get to where you want to go. It's not about taking peoples money or stealing their boyfriends! Sophistication is about knowledge and poise. Two things Blaine Anderson most definitely does not have.
Obviously they couldn't teach him that in Prep school so I guess it's up to me, but no amount of Vintage suits gives him dignity. None whatsoever, even if I would KILL for the Vintage Alexander McQueen blazer he was wearing last Friday, seriously. That jacket.
Ugh, Kurt.
Wednesday 23rd of May.
Dear Journal,
THAT IS IT!
After class today, I was heading to my locker to put some books away between my classes, but who do I find pressed against my locker? Blaine Anderson with MY Sebastian full on going at in a public hallway, against my locker. Talk about a slap in the face. None of their lockers are even anywhere near mine! The bastards!
This is it, the last straw.
And do you want to know what he did!? WHAT HE DID!? I eventually shoved them out of the way because they weren't paying any attention to the insults and, very off-putting, things I was saying. Sebastian didn't even look at me! Not even once, he didn't even care!
And Blaine!? BLAINE! Once I'd forced them apart Blaine, laughed! He rolled his eyes at me before interlocking his hand with Sebastian's and pulled him down the hallway. Not before winking at me over his shoulder before they disappeared around the corner.
How dare he!?
He might think I'm just another thing for him to roll his eyes at 'honey,' as he so nicely called me today, bastard. I am not a girl. I am nobody's 'honey.' Anyway, yes he has Sebastian, but he obviously hasn't heard.
I may be something for him to roll his eyes at, but I always get the last word.
I always have, and I always will.
I have some planning to do.
Kurt.
Friday 25th of May.
Journal,
This is it.
This is the day I ruined Blaine Anderson's pretty little reputation, and had fun doing it. It may have taken some convincing, but every one of Blaine's 'conquests' was willing to help out the head cheerleader once they knew they had something to gain. (Nothing dirty I promise. I still respect myself more than that manwhore!)
All it took was my fellow male cheerleaders to start talking after practice, very loudly, about their hook up's with Blaine in the male locker room. Where Sebastian just happened to be getting ready for a one-on-one session with Miss Sylvester on the track. I may or may have not had something to do with that perfect timing..
That was all it took for that perfect party of Blaine's to disappear. He was no longer on any list.
He's not a saint and now Sebastian knows it. Now everybody knows it. Sebastian was never one for keeping his mouth shut, and once he spoke to his football buddies, ones that weren't already very aware of Blaine's antics if you get my drift, the whole school knew.
Within in ten minutes of Sebastian hearing the words leave the cheerleaders lips, the whole school knew. Now Blaine's act of the 'perfect, coolest, nicest guy' is gone. Shattered. Now he's best known for the things he does on the mattress.
I mean, I feel kinda bad. Seeing Blaine walk out of school with his hands tucked deep in his pockets and his head down, it was odd. I seriously felt sorry for the guy. But he deserved it. Right?
Blaine needed to know that stealing other people's toys from the playground won't make him any friends. It'll only make him enemies. Hopefully now, Blaine Devon Anderson will never forget there is nothing I do better than revenge.
I still feel bad, I can't shake that feeling that today has changed my life in some drastic way. Crazy right? Anyway Dad's calling for Friday night dinner. Later.
Kurt. x
Monday 27th of May 2013.
Dear Journal.
Let's hear the applause.
First day back at school after the news broke and every one had time to make sense of it, everything's different. I'd finally beat one Mr Anderson at his own game, but it didn't feel good.
Sebastian came running back to me like some lost puppy, telling me he'd been coerced into it. As if Sebastian even know's what that word means, does he really think I'm that stupid?
Obviously I pushed him away and told him to go find some other asshole to suck up to. Why does everything I say like a freaking innuendo!? Ugh. It had been a long day, a really long day.
I was on top again, Blaine Anderson was no longer on the radar. But it didn't feel good. I was watching Blaine throughout the day, his dark clothes helping him blend into the background as he kept his head down and his earphones in.
It was probably better to get lost in his music than the words that were being spread about him through the halls like herpes. He looked lost, like he had no idea what he was doing or where he was going. I knew he had no idea what he was doing, no idea what so ever, and I felt bad.
I wanted him to finally realize what life is supposed to be like. I wanted to shake him from that pedestal he sat on. So high and mighty above everyone else, but I didn't expect him to fall and hit rock bottom. He's Blaine Anderson for freak sake! He doesn't take anyone's shit, so why has he let me do this to him?
I didn't realize it until now, but I wanted Blaine to fight back. I wanted Blaine to prove just how better he thought he was than me. But why? Why would I want Blaine to prove anything to me?
Watching Blaine throughout the day was hard, I was supposed to be happy that I was back on top. Back in charge and I'd showed both Blaine and Sebastian that no one plays me like a fool. That there's nothing I do better than revenge.
Well maybe there is one thing, guilt. Considering I can't seem to shake the guilt I feel for reducing Blaine to a shadow at the bottom of the High School food chain. Ugh. Why is life so freaking complicated!?
Once cheer practice was over, I stayed behind to clear my head. I just needed some space to breath. I was just sat chilling out on the bleachers and then who should appear out of nowhere and politely ask to take the seat next to me.
Blaine Freaking Anderson.
Let's just say, things got interesting.
Really interesting.
Kurt. ;)
Well, that was a tough one! :/
What did you guys think? :/
Love Kaylee xx
