Chapter seven

"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tunes without the words, and never stops at all." –Emily Dickinson

"I went to the cemetery."

Blaine blinked and looked towards the door. Buddy stood there, glaring holes at the floor.

"Wh-"

"Two nights ago. I left. To the cemetery. It's none of your business, but I just thought I should…assure you that I'm not murdering kittens."

Blaine would've smiled, or possibly chuckled, but Buddy's cold voice and even more harsh eyes were keeping the older man quiet. Buddy turned on his heel and left. Within seconds, Blaine heard Buddy's door slam closed and Rachel scream at him to be quiet from across the hall. Why did that boy have to be so confusing?


Blaine sat in the living area that evening with Kurt while Ryan was downstairs in his study. Kurt gently braided Rachel's hair and hummed.

Blaine looked over at Kurt and brought up the topic that was stirring in his mind like crazy. "So you sing?"

Kurt looked up and smiled, "I used to."

He went back to braiding and continued. "I sometimes sing with Ryan. They were just lullabies when Rachel was a baby. Sometimes I sing the music he writes, just to double check it. I'm pretty much just a stay-at-home husband and Ryan does all of the work. Producing songs, and stuff."

Blaine nodded and smiled as Rachel started giggling at something on the television. "I sung too, but I guess you already knew that."

Kurt nodded and tied finished the braid. "Ah, yes. I remember your whole Dalton story. I never really told you about my backstory though, did I?"

Blaine couldn't recall.

"Well, my mother died when I was younger, so I was raised by my father, whom apparently knew I was gay since I asked for a pair of heels."

Blaine smiled a bit. "You asked for heels?"

Kurt giggled, "I thought they looked nice!"

Blaine laughed. "Wow, Kurt. Oh, and sorry for your loss…"

Kurt shrugged. "It's not that big of a deal… Anyways, I went to MiKinley high. I thought it'd be nice to try out for the school glee club, so I did…"

Kurt told Blaine all about the New Directions, the bullying, the specific bully that tortured Kurt to no end.

Blaine smiled. "So, Mercedes was your best friend?"

"Is. She's actually planning on coming up to New York in a few days."

Blaine tilted his head. "Does that mean I get to meet her?"

Kurt nodded. "Her. And Santana. And Brittany. Maybe I can talk Sugar into bringing Artie with her."

Blaine made a face. "You know a lot of people."

"We kept in touch."

Blaine's mood fell. Wes, David, Thad, Trent, Nick, Jeff…. Where were they? Why didn't they keep in touch? Because you were homeless, stupid! But I still miss them….

Kurt noticed Blaine's mood change as he lifted Rachel into his lap. "What about you? And your friends?"

Blaine shrugged. "We fell apart I guess."

He remembered his best friends. He wished he could tell them all about the events that happened within the past week. Suddenly, a phone was placed in Blaine's hand. Blaine looked up at Kurt as Kurt smiled. "Well, get put back together. Better time now than any. The phonebook's on the counter in the kitchen."

Blaine smiled and thanks and darted up, nervously ready to get in touch with his friends again.


"Hello, this is Jeff."

"Jeff?"

"….."

"Are you there?"

"….Blaine?"

"Hey…"

"Oh my god…it's really you. I thought you… woah! This is just….weird."

"Yeah, uh, I have a lot to tell you."

"Hold on, let me put this on speaker phone, Nick's here with me. You can….you can tell us both."

"Yeah. Okay. Well….where can I start…."


A/N: Yo, what's up party people! So, I wrote this last week, which is good since school's trying to kill my very being, so yeah! In other news: I'm probably going to start posting a new story! Just random days though, not really on a schedule. Look for that in a few weeks! (Yup, it's not getting posted any time soon.)

~Toxic