Wow, my first time writing angst!

Silently praying it's good.

Also, a MILLION APOLOGIES! I know I haven't been updating weekly, but school had just started in Singapore. :/ I'll try to update as much as I can, but this year will be hectic, let me give it to you straight.

But nonetheless, enjoy.

-JessC

Chapter 10: Threats

Oh look, here we go again.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he opened the note that was lying on the bottom of his locker. Someone must have stuffed it through the slots on the locker door during lunch.

However, as he read it, he turned paler than before. Looking around to meet an empty hallway, he slumped on the floor next to the lockers.

It had never gotten this bad.

For some odd reason, his tormentor had managed to get his number, and every hour, he had received a message either telling him to 'fuck off this continent' or just simply, simply a gay-related insult.

But, reading the note in his locker, the hand holding it instinctually crushed the paper in it.

He wished Blaine would just round the corner and Kurt would just be able to spill his heart to him.

But Blaine was home, sick. Kurt knew it from the moment Blaine made the silly decision to come over every day when Kurt was down with stomach flu to bear soup, cuddles and kisses. The grumbling and complaining from Kurt that he was definitely going to get sick had fallen on Blaine's deaf ears.

And now, Kurt could say, "I told you so."

Laella was over at her classmate's house to do a project together, and she looked so happy that she had made a friend that Kurt didn't think of burdening her. Besides, it had nothing to do with her.

Kurt still had not told anyone. After all that had happened last year, he didn't want to be seen as a charity case. However, as he sneaked a glance at the message scrawled on the paper, he knew he had to tell someone. But only when he was ready.

"Are you feeling better?" Kurt asked, smiling softly as he got out of the bus, and after informing Ethan of his arrival, went upstairs and knocked on Blaine's door.

"Loads." Blaine replied, hugging him tightly as he greeted his boyfriend at the door. "I don't see why Ethan insists on keeping me at home. It's like keeping a grown-up in the kid's ward at the hospital. 'What the hell are you doing in there?' And what took you so long?" he whined.

Kurt laughed softly as he planted a kiss on Blaine's head. "Let's go inside. I collected your homework from Artie when we passed by during lunch today. My baby ran out of fuel- I forgot to go to the gas station yesterday, so I had to commute using public transport. Ugh." He mock-shivered.

Blaine pouted. "But I just got well! Can't we just watch a movie or something? I have the sick card to play!" He mock-glared at the small pile of worksheets in Kurt's hands.

"But I don't, sir. That's why you better catch up." Kurt was adamant on not changing his mind. "And besides….." he dropped his voice a few octaves, "we can think of a reward system."

Blaine's eyes widened comically, and he quickly took the worksheets from Kurt, sticking his tongue out at the taller boy as they walked into his bedroom.

"Are you that desperate?" Kurt teased a little as he pecked Blaine on the lips before moving to the spare chair in Blaine's room before sitting down, draping his shoulder bag on the side.

"No- but- damn it, Kurt." Blaine pouted. "I just had a boyfriend-less morning with an unemployed 22 year old routinely asking for my opinion on some of the models in his computer. Apparently in all his hormone-raged ecstasy he forgot how uninterested I looked."

"Later, okay? Now if you will excuse me in all your hormone-raged ecstasy, I should probably get something for us to eat." Kurt kissed his boyfriend on the forehead before getting up to head to the kitchen.

Blaine sighed and took out a pen from his table. Just as he was about to start on his Algebra homework, he heard Kurt's phone buzzing on the side of the table where he had left it before getting up to leave the room. "Kurt! You have a message!" he yelled, before looking at the screen curiously. A particular 3-letter word got his attention and he quickly picked up the phone. Kurt wouldn't be mad if he saw the message… right?

I see you haven't taken our warnings seriously. We'll be watching you, don't try to run away we'll get you, freak.

Blaine could only stare in shock. What- But how-? He immediately closed the offending message and scrolled through Kurt's recently received messages, heart dropping at each bad word he saw.

5 of them have been sent just today.

Don't have your hobbit to protect you today, huh?

You think that singing club actually likes you?

Blaine read the others from the same sender, his heart dropping with each sentence.

Kurt had been hiding all these?

"Hey Blaine! Can you pass me my phone- oh." Kurt's smile faltered as Blaine turned to him with that exasperated yet disappointed look on his face.

"How long?"

"H-how long what?" Kurt asked in a small voice. He placed the plate of sandwiches on the table as he walked slowly towards Blaine. He tried to act oblivious, but his heart was sinking with the thought of, He knows.

"You know what I'm talking about." Blaine whispered, heading towards Kurt with Kurt's iPhone clutched into his hand tightly, dreading the answer, but continuing anyway.

Kurt closed his eyes, already feeling the tears prickling at his eyes. They were right. I was weak. "T-two months."

"Months? Months? Two months, Kurt, and you never bothered to even tell me? I'm your boyfriend!" Blaine was that close to shouting.

"Blaine, please…" Kurt choked out.

"I can't believe it! You never told me! Why didn't you! This is serious! Don't you trust me or something? Don't you know how left out in the dark I feel? What else have you been hiding from me, Kurt?" he exaggerated the last word, getting his point across.

"I-I don't know! I thought it was a phase or something- I thought they would get over it- but I was wrong! I was wrong, okay? And now I don't know how to react! I was planning to tell you soon- preferably when you were better, but that stupid message came and you found out before I got the chance to do so! I didn't want you to worry about me either. This year wasn't supposed to be about me getting hurt." Kurt yelled, feeling himself crumble before Blaine.

"When exactly, Kurt? When?" Blaine's eyes had grown dark, not by lust this time but blinded by anger and his temper getting in the way of his common sense.

He stepped right up to Kurt, looking straight into his shining ones. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. "Is the next thing you're telling me is that you're cheating-"

"Excuse me? How dare you even accuse me of that!"

Kurt looked around wildly before running to get his shoulder bag and wrestled his phone from Blaine's hand before running out, sobbing.

"Kurt! Kurt?"

Laella stepped into the Anderson household, only to see Kurt brushing past her. He turned to her and hissed under his breath, "I'm leaving. Oh, and if you see your brother, tell him he's being an enormous prick right now."

Laella stared open-mouthed at Kurt's back before dropping her bag on the sofa in the living room and running up to her brother's room. Blaine had seemingly calmed down a little and was now pacing the floor of his room, muttering to himself.

"Blaine! I come home to Kurt crying and running out and you being in one of your prissy moods! What did the two of you fight about?" Laella gripped her brother's wrist tightly, making him stop his pacing. However Blaine struggled, he couldn't relinquish her grasp on him.

Blaine gave an angry sigh and spilled out everything that had happened that afternoon. After he had finished, he sank in his armchair with a groan, already feeling himself calm down. Laella shut her eyes for a few seconds before replying, "So, let me get this straight. Kurt's been receiving death threats, you just found out and now you're pissed off at him, you managed to scare Kurt away, and now he's wandering in Westerville without any protection whatsoever? And especially without a car- I know, I didn't see his car in the yard. Those were death threats, Blaine. What did the last message say?"

We'll be watching you, don't try to run away, we'll get you.

"Oh."

That word came out of Blaine's mouth as he struggled to comprehend what Laella was trying to imply.

"Kurt. My love is in danger."

He quickly got to his feet and ran out of the room.

Flashing lights in different colors. Being shoved up against the wall as he moved his hands everywhere.

What the hell?

Laella gasped a little as she snapped back to reality. She fingered the little scar on her index finger on her left hand.

No, this wasn't happening. She was starting to remember everything just when she thought she had blissfully forgotten about it.

She couldn't let it happen to Kurt.

She quickly ran out after Blaine.

Sigh. The last part looked way better in my head. But when I put it to words, it just goes all wonky. :/

What basically happens is that Laella had a flashback about something traumatic that happened at Austin. So…. Yeah. She'll probably soon remember many short parts of the event as the story goes on.

R&R!