Musical Inspiration: Run, by Ludovico Einaudi. From the album In A Time Lapse.
Rating: M.
Ownership: I don't own Glee, but I own my imagination. Hopefully, you can tell which words are mine, and which ones are not. Oh, I've got my own copies of the first two The Land Of Stories books, by the oh so cute Mr Chris Colfer. I'm yet to read 'em, but they look good.

~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 10 A Reckoning Force ~

Chandler checks his pockets. Yes, everything needed is still there.

Not knowing why he took the hair, from the brushes and combs. His eyebrows do silly dances, up and down. Squinting in the bright sunlight, he changes to sunglasses.

Reaching in, he stabs himself with the open brooch and quickly pulls his hand out to suck his thumb. And he is lost to reality, once more.

When Sugar was getting ready for work, she'd been talking with Kurt and smiling at the photos on her dresser, photos in her hall way, in the lounge room.

One, really lovely photo, taken in the bathroom, that was her favourite. Kurt was all lathered up for a shave, bare except for the dark red towel around his waist. Hand on the sink but leaning against it, his chin lifted up and the razor on his neck. He'd spotted her, just as she was about to take the photo, his eyes were on her and a smile crossing his face, animated, captured in time, one foot stepped up and the other, down.

As she shut the front door, some gravitational pull at her stomach made her stop. She went back inside and double checked everything was fine. Nothing was out of place. She called out for Kurt, and waited, there was no answer.

In the lounge room she looked at him, resting into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's chin was toward her, but his eyes were on Kurt. And then Blaine's lips were pursed on Kurt's forehead, kissing him passionately and lovingly. But Kurt's eyes were closed, asleep, in his land of nod. Blaine's arms held Kurt in such a tight hug. It was one photo that had been irresistible for her, when she'd visited Blaine, to take, and she felt no guilt.

Still the dread in her stomach won't leave.

There was no guilt in getting acquainted with Blaine, or Sebastian. She'd even tried to coax those two players into their own romantic illusion, unfortunately no success.

Blaine found Seb to be too arrogant, and Seb found Blaine too independent. You can't force Love.

So guilt is not what this feeling of dread was, in her stomach.

The world was off kilter. Something was definitely wrong.

She rang Kurt's phone. Getting his message bank twice, she left as chipper a message possible. He'd call her right back, when he was able to.

She had played her cards right. She was very honest with him. Guys want to feel needed, they want someone who wants to be looked after. And she genuinely let him know, every opportunity she could.

Oh sure, her Daddy and Mummy can provide everything money can buy. But you can't buy the dedication that Kurt alone, could be relied for. You can't buy Love.

Sugar often watched as Blaine squabbled with the others. "It means, Sam, that I'm not for sale!" And they push each other, until Blaine left the room with his hands in the air. No fist fighting, just squabbling and shoving.

One time she'd overheard Blaine arguing with Kurt, eavesdropping, not intentional. If you're going to speak loud enough for others to hear, how can you expect them to ignore the passion of two boyfriends arguing. "Kurt, relationships are about trust, and I don't trust you anymore!"

"Blaine, relationships are about forgiveness too. Why can't you forgive me? I made a mistake, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of it to happen." And the anguish in Kurt's voice, made her want to interrupt and comfort him, but she remained quietly out of sight. She can feel Kurt sobbing, his heart breaking, but she can't help him, just now. "Blaine?"

And she pretends to be looking at posters on the wall, when Blaine nearly collides into her. "Well, look who's here? Miss Meddle in the corridor, with her dagger." Vicious words spat in her direction. Her face burns from a nasty Blaine. A hurt and angry Blaine. Throwing a look over his shoulder, toward Kurt "He's all yours, for now. He thinks he's straight. But he'll come back to me."

Not knowing what the dread is, she shakes all memories and worries aside. Picks up her work bags and starts the four block walk.

The sun is warm, the breeze is slight. Spring has overtaken winter. Birds are making love to their music. The flowers are in gentle to full bloom.

And even though she feels worry, she pushes it down with knowledge that life is becoming wonderful.

Tonight, she'll be cooking for him. Tonight, they'll be spending quality time together.

Unfortunately for now, the sounds of ambulances-in-waiting fill listening ears.

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