Disclaimer: What's this? I still don't own glee?
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"What took you so long to get home last night?" Rory asked his roommate the next morning. "I know you were locking up, but three in the morning is a little late, don't you think?" Blaine, Rory, and Brittany were both sitting at the small table squished in between the small space of the kitchen and living area. Surprisingly, Blaine enjoyed the blonde's company, plus she made excellent breakfasts. Blaine was drinking his much needed coffee, while Rory ate a heaping bowl of Lucky Charms and Brittany was rummaging the cardboard box for the "magical letter from her unicorn friends".
"Uh, Quinn stopped by around closing, and we talked for a bit," Blaine tried to say nonchalantly.
"A bit?!" Rory exclaimed, looking at him with a questioning expression. "I would call 2 hours more than a bit."
"We may have lost track of time," Blaine replied sheepishly.
"Oh, I see," Rory teased, winking at him.
"Was it because you guys were kissing?" Brittany asked innocently.
"Or something a little more than kissing?" Rory chimed in with another suggestive look.
Blaine scowled at the both of them before answering. "No, I didn't get the chance even if I wanted to." he sighed disappointedly.
"Surrrre. So did you find out if her and that Mohawk dude were dating?" Rory asked with a mouthful of the sugary cereal.
"Yeah. Turns out my so called 'amazing luck with the ladies' is running out, because they are exclusive. And since high school, too," Blaine said dejected.
Rory gave him a sympathetic look before shoving another spoonful of food in his mouth. "That's rough dude."
"Yeah I know. But what was even weirder was he just, like, showed up. He barged in, grabbed her and left," Blaine said, more than a little confused at the scenario that happened just a few hours before. "He was really forceful and physical with her, and basically told me to back off his girlfriend."
"Wait, you guys have barely even hung out! What is so scared about?" Rory asked.
Brittany gaped at Rory. "Um Blaine is a total catch, even though he wears too much hair gel and I think it should be banned from the United States and his bowtie fetish is more than a little creepy. Are you saying he's not attractive enough to get a girlfriend? Because that's bullying and I will not tolerate it," she scolded the now blushing Irishman, with Blaine trying to stifle his laughter.
"No, I meant to say that you're a total catch dude," Rory said, trying to redeem himself. Brittany looked at him approvingly and motioned Blaine to continue with his story.
"I don't know! And I couldn't sworn I saw bruises on her arms when her sweater sleeves rolled up. And she's so guarded, like we never talked about anything deeper than the weather," Blaine explained. "I don't want to assume anything, but if Noah's being abusive, I want to help her."
"Weather confuses me. No one ever taught me to read a calendar so when I go outside it's always a surprise," Brittany added in, getting very confused looks from the two men.
"I don't know what you're going to do man," Rory responded, ignoring Brittany's bizarre comment. "Most people in abusive relationships don't tell anyone."
"I know, and I don't want to be wrong and totally offend Quinn, but I don't want her to keep being Noah's punching bag," Blaine pointed out.
"If you really want to help her, earn her trust first. Then call her out on it," Rory said, grabbing his empty bowl and walking to the sink.
"If I can even get that far," Blaine mumbled.
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"Well you aint caught a rabbit, you aint no friend of mine!"
Blaine ended the song with a bright smile on his face, sitting on his knees and arms up high. The crowded diner gave a venial amount of applause and went back to their earlier conversations, not paying anymore attention to the entertainment staff. Nonetheless, the aspiring musician didn't let it damper his spirits and went to the kitchen to grab some water.
As Blaine walked out of the restaurant later that night, he stopped suddenly after seeing two girls talking in hushed tones in the alleyway behind the diner's dumpsters. After sneaking a little closer, he noticed the smaller of the girls was crying hysterically, and her friend trying to calm her down. The obviously distressed girl was wearing a dark hood, covering her face. They were talking in hushed tones, too quiet for him to understand. Blaine gasped after he realized he knew the two whispered voices.
Mercedes and Quinn.
He skulked behind a dumpster and ignored the prude smell and poked his head out. He knew he probably shouldn't be eavesdropping, but he couldn't help it.
They were still talking too quietly to be understood, but Blaine could see their expressions. Mercedes removed the dark hood that was masking Quinn's identity, making her and Blaine gasp. There was a large bruise marking the side of her beautiful face, right under her left eye. She started to cry even harder and tried hiding her face with her hands. Mercedes gently wrapped her arm around her friend, and they started walking toward the street.
Blaine ran out of the alley and continuing sprinted all the way back to his apartment. Once inside, he slammed the door and slide down on his knees, breathing heavy. He knew his suspicions had to be true, and it left him heartbroken.
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