A/N: One more chapter after this! This is where shit goes down, guys! I hope you're ready!(; Follow, favorite, review! 3 I love you all so much!
The next morning, I woke up to the curtains open, and the sun shining through my window. I turned onto my other side and checked my phone. 12:18, it read. This was the latest I have slept in a long time. It wasn't intentional though. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I was so awake, so alert right now. I sat there and listened to the noises going through the house. I heard Burt talking to Finn about today's basketball game. I heard Kurt explaining to Carole the importance of color coordination when choosing an outfit. I smiled to myself. It felt so nice to be in a house with no constant screaming, no constant criticism, no violence. Everybody was getting along… Except me and Kurt. I was ruining the serenity of the household, and I don't even live here yet.
I took a deep breath as I swung my legs out of bed. Today was our second and last performance of Grease. Yesterday was flawless, I knew today would be just as good, if not better. I stood up, stretching as I did so. I slipped on a pair of jeans and grabbed a white V-neck. I walked out of the room and headed towards the bathroom.
Once again, Kurt just so happened to be coming out of the bathroom as I was about to enter. His eyebrows raised as I slipped by without my shirt on. I saw him turn his head as I passed by. I turned my head, and he quickly turned his away. I smiled a bit to myself as I slipped my shirt on and entered the bathroom. When I turned back to Kurt, he was gone. I peered out of the doorway and saw him walking away, sashaying with each step he took.
After washing my face and gelling my hair down, I went downstairs to see Burt cooking up some grilled cheeses. "Hey Blaine! Someone slept in late."
I shrugged, "Yeah, I don't know why though. Guess I was just exhausted."
"Well, can't say I blame you. Want a sandwich?"
"Sure!"
The day went by like usual. Watched some TV with everyone, minus Kurt, and practiced some songs with Finn for Glee.
When it came time to start getting into costume, my dad's words kept flashing through my head; "I mean it, Blaine. Step on that stage tomorrow night, and I will kill you." I had no idea what to do. My dad could easily end my life if he truly wanted to. I didn't know if he truly wanted to or not, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to take the risk. I suddenly got another sudden urge to chew on something. All I could find were several mini safety pins, and the pin I had bought for Kurt. I slid Kurt's pin into my pocket, then opened the mini safety pins up, and one by one, I started to deform them with each time I clenched my teeth together.
I closed them while still in my mouth, swallowed another pin, sat down on the bathroom floor now that my costume was on, and heard a knock, "Hey, it's Finn, can I come in? Gotta get my hair fixed."
"Of course, come on in."
Finn walked in, but stopped when he saw me sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the cabinets in front of me. "Uh, Blaine… What are you doing?"
"I can't go on tonight."
"What?"
My breathing started to pick up pace, "I can't do it. I can't perform tonight."
"Blaine, what are you talking about? You're gonna do great."
"No, you don't get it, I can't go on."
He crouched down next to me, "Why not?"
"He'll kill me. I can't do it."
Finn just stared at me, with no true expression on his face.
"I mean it, Finn. He said he'll kill me if I go on, and I don't know what to do but you can't tell anyone that I told you."
"Dude, you have to tell somebody. He's threatening you."
"Shhhh! I can't. This is serious."
"Which is exactly why you need to tell somebody."
"Need to tell somebody what?" Kurt walked up to the doorway. "You guys sound worried."
Finn looked at me, and I turned away from them both. "It's nothing, Kurt." I stood up and slipped past them both. "I gotta go, I'll see you there, Finn." I started running down the hallway.
"Blaine, are you sure?" Finn called down. I kept running, without answering him, or even glancing back. I kept running out of the house until I reached my car. I sat in the front seat, put it into reverse, and backed out of the driveway. In the front doorway, I saw Kurt run up, staring at me worriedly. My eyes welled up with tears as I drove off without acknowledging him.
I reached the high school and ran into the auditorium, where Mr. Schue was sitting on the stage, alone. "Hello Blaine, why are you here early?"
"Only a bit early, Mr. Schue. I figured I could get in a little bit more practice before the show started."
"You've been practicing so much lately. Your performance is perfect, why do you think you need more practice?"
"My performance isn't perfect. I just need to perfect it tonight. It's my last chance." Suddenly, I felt a serious pain in my stomach. It felt tight, as if it were about to tear open. I grabbed my stomach, then realized I should probably ignore it unless I wanted Mr. Schue to tell me I couldn't perform tonight.
"Blaine, you're doing fine, I promise. But if you really want to practice, the stage is yours."
"No, no, it's not, it's… Never mind. I'll just be backstage."
"What?"
I made my way backstage as I sat down at my mirror. At the top, Blaine was engraved in an elegant cursive. My mirror had pictures of me with Tina, with Sam, with Kurt, all over it. I sat there and looked at each of the pictures one by one until more Glee members started showing up. I had just begun to do my stage makeup when I saw Finn behind me in the mirror. I looked up at his reflection, "Hey." I gave a small smile as I continued to put on some mascara.
"Have you told anybody?"
"No."
"You need to."
"Eventually."
"What if he actually does try something?"
"I don't know."
Finn placed a hand on my shoulder, and I flinched. "Blaine, you flinch when somebody barely touches you. You're scared to do what you love because he said he'll, well, y'know. You don't think there's something wrong with this situation?"
I turned my seat around and raised my voice, "Of course I do, Finn! And I hate it, but what can I do about this shit?" Apparently turning around in my seat made my stomach hurt even worse.
Everybody else backstage turned silent, staring at me in utter confusion. "Sorry about that." I turned my seat back around and continued to finish my makeup.
"Blaine… Please let me help you."
I stayed silent, and Finn eventually came down to my eye level so I could see him in the mirror. "If you need me, if you need anything at all, I'm here for you."
I stared at his reflection until he stood up and walked away.
Grease began, and it was running smoothly. I hadn't needed to go on stage yet, so I sat backstage, nervously searching for more things to chew on. Unable to find any, I started digging my nails into my thumb as means to distract me while I peeked through a small hole in the curtain to look at the audience. I don't get stage fright, but I suddenly began sweating bullets, and the severe pain in my stomach got even worse. My dad's words once again flashed through my head as I heard my cue to go on stage for the first dance number. "I mean it, Blaine. Step on that stage tomorrow night, and I will kill you." I knew I had to make a final decision here. I bit my lip as I ran out onto the stage to meet Tina, who would be my dance partner.
I spun and held my hand out for her to grab it, but I forgot any dance steps after that. I felt all the blood rush to my face as I stood there senselessly. I looked at Tina, who was whispering agitatedly, "Blaine, what are you doing?" She tried to lead with the dance steps, but I let go of her hands as I saw a double of her face. "Blaine!" She whispered again.
"I will kill you."
I started feeling lightheaded.
I turned to the audience and saw Kurt's confused, yet worried, face.
Everything started spinning around me.
I turned towards backstage as Finn started freaking out, motioning for me to get offstage.
Suddenly, the pain in my gut evolved from a tearing feeling to a loosened, but still tearing feeling. I grabbed it with one hand, frantically searching for something to hold onto with my other hand.
Tina grabbed my hand and yanked me to stand up straight while she kept on with the dance routines, constantly whispering to me, "What the hell are you doing?" I began to have a coughing fit, and covered my mouth with my available head. I turned away and my hand felt wet, but I didn't catch sight of it.
I felt tears well up in my eyes, I felt my hands start shaking uncontrollably with anxiety as I gripped my gut. He's going to kill me. I started to cough hysterically as everything started spinning faster. I felt the taste of blood in my mouth. I'm going to die. I finally fell to the floor, and everything went black from there.
