Okay, so this is super early, just cause I got lot's of reviews(:
Also, Skylar came to me in a dream...Actually Skylar is just me, I was going to name her my name, Daniella, but I didn't want to. didn't sound brotherly. Blaine and Daniella...nah. Blaine and Skylar sounds better. I dreamed that I got a part in Glee the show as Blaine's little sister, since I have brown curly hair. so if you wanna see a picture, just go to my profile picture.
I dunno where this chapter even came from. I just kinda opened the document and wrote. since it's like 3 in the morning, and Im like falling asleep on the computer, excuse any mistakes.
Check out the two songs mentioned in it.
21 Guns - Green Day
Tunnel - The Used.
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Chapter 10
It was Sunday, and Finn and Carole were starting to bring the rest of their things over to our house.
I noticed a box labeled, 'Hats, Finn'
I smiled evilly and took that one, opened it in front of Finn and asked, "So these are the cowboy hats your mom told us about eh?"
Finn turned around so fast, it was scary.
"How do you know about that? I have another box too, by the way, just for the hats," he said.
"Oh your mom told Blaine and me about it, after talking about embarrassing things, like how Blaine fell into a pile of mud from a Jeep," I said.
Finn snorted, "Don't touch them, some of them are collectors," he said.
"Oh yeah?" I challenged, pulling the first one on top out, and putting it on my head.
"Hey! Put that back!" he yelled, running over to me. I think he would have tackled me to the ground, if I wasn't hurt. At least in two weeks I get this stupid cast off.
I jumped up and ran past the kitchen, down into the basement, locking the door before Finn could get there.
"Oh, Finn, I have a lighter down here, maybe I can catch it on fire, and then hurry to put it into the bathtub!" I called up the stairs.
"Kurt! Come on! Give me the damn hat!" he yelled, banging on the door.
I just snickered, and sat on my bed, with the hat on.
My dad had the key, so I just had to wait.
Surprisingly, it took a long time before Finn finally found out to get a key. I was sitting on the bed, reading a magazine, when they came downstairs.
I was trying not laugh, but it was hard.
My dad followed Finn down and crossed his arms, pursing his lips at me. Finn snatched the hat off my head, and went back upstairs.
"You guys are going to be brothers tomorrow, knock it off," he said.
"I know, I'm just messing around with him," I said.
They both left, and I got my phone out to text Blaine.
'You're still being my date to wedding tomorrow? (;' I said.
'Oh of course, baby… Remember that song?' he replied.
'Aww, that just made my day, 3' I typed back, smiling like there's no tomorrow.
'Glad I make you happy,' he replied.
A few seconds later, I got another text saying, 'What am I going to wear?'
I groaned and instead of texting him back I called him.
He answered on the first ring.
"Are you telling me, that the wedding is tomorrow and you have not gotten anything to wear yet?" I yelled at him.
"No, I have a couple suits, I can come pick you up, and we can go to my house to pick it out? I have been here all weekend, and no, this isn't the first time I thought about it. I have a boyfriend like you, I want to try and at least look not like a hobo around you," he said.
"A sexy hobo," I replied.
Blaine just scoffed, "Are you doing anything? I can be there in fifteen minutes," he asked.
"Oh nah, you can come if you want. Finn is just putting the rest of his things down in our room, and I don't really want to see my room being shared," I said.
"Okay, I'll be there soon," he said, "See you babe."
"Bye," I said, and hung up.
I went to my closet to find an appropriate coat, since it was starting to get cold outside. Thanksgiving is coming up soon.
"Hey I'm going over Blaine's house; he wants me to help him pick out something for tomorrow," I said to my dad, as I saw Blaine's car pull up in the driveway.
"Alright, call if you need anything," my dad called to me, as I was closing the door behind me.
Blaine was waiting outside of the car, by the passenger door. Skylar was sitting in the back.
He opened the door for me after he kissed me and went to his side.
"Is it alright if we go to the mall first? Skylar asked if I could take her," Blaine asked, once he got into the car.
"Oh sure, I needed to get something there anyway," I said.
Skylar climbed up and plugged something into the radio, and then took that cord back into the back seat with her, plugging the other end into her iPod.
"Push the auxiliary button, please?" she asked.
Blaine pushed it, and music came from the speakers.
"Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside, you're in ruins,"
Skylar sang to it, and it was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.
The next song, after that ridiculous, but wonderful song was the same way. Heartbreaking and Skylar sang it with pure emotion.
"I set out alone
Crawl through the tunnel
My eyes can hardly see the other side
No longer cold,
Or feeling in trouble,
I realize that I am just alive.
So let it shine
Cause we are, the light in the tunnel
We are the living and dying
See how we are, alone in the world,
We are the light in the tunnel,
That's all,"
Blaine had concerned eyes on his little sister.
I didn't hear any more singing, so I didn't bother to really listen to the music. I was watching Skylar through the side mirror, without her knowing. She seemed lost. I wonder if it's from her parents never being around, or just heartbreak, but I know that this thing that she's going through is tough, and it's tearing her apart. I would know I've been there.
She just stared out the window, and I saw a silent tear slide down her cheek.
When we pulled into the mall parking lot, she obviously masked all of that pain, and went to a cheerful one. Even if Blaine didn't notice it, I did.
We walked through JC Penney, and she went to look in the girls' stuff, while Blaine pulled me over to guys' jeans and stuff.
"Ooh, do you like these?" he asked, pulling out a pair or dark wash skinny jeans.
"Yes, but not for a wedding," I said.
"I already have a suit picked out at home; I just wanted to hang out with you," he said.
"You don't have to lie to me, to hang out with me," I said.
"I'm sorry, I won't lie to hang out with you then," he said, and grabbed my hand, "Come on let's go find Skylar."
She had a few shirts crossed over her arm, and was looking at coats.
She pulled out a purple plaid pea coat.
"I think the red one would go better on you," I said.
"Hmm, okay," she said, putting the purple one back. After she paid, with her own debit card, we left that store to go into the rest of the mall.
"You have your own debit card? God how much money do you kids have?" I asked.
"I have like five thousand dollars on here, I get more like twice a year, but it's supposed to buy me food, clothes, and other things. My parents don't really buy stuff for the house. He takes me grocery shopping," Skylar said, "As I just got a coat, it's getting cold, I had to get it myself."
"Well, that's odd. Do you even talk to your parents?" I asked.
"I try not to. Blaine is really my only family. They're my parents, but not my mom and dad," she said.
"Skylar, don't say that, they love you," Blaine said, glaring at her.
"Well, they don't show it," she grumbled, walking into a store called Hot Topic. It was kind of scary in there. I didn't like it.
Blaine bought something there though. He got some red tight pants. I'd love to see them on him. I didn't see what Skylar got, a shirt of some kind.
"This is what I wanted, if you guys want anything then we can go do it now," she said.
"I just want this jacket I saw online at the Marc Jacobs store," I said.
"Alright," Blaine replied, and took my hand. Skylar walked next to us, it wasn't too crowded tonight. We did get a whole lot of stares. I know I still had bruises on my face, but I didn't think it was because of that.
I sighed, but ignored it. After we left that store, Skylar just walked into a really girly store, and we followed. Blaine didn't want to at first, but I didn't care. She didn't get anything, but afterward, we went into the food court.
"What do you want Kurt? Or we can go somewhere else?" Blaine asked.
"Nah, we can just eat here. We can get whatever you want," I said.
"I'm getting Chinese, this is my favorite Chinese place," Skylar said, walking to order food from the closest store.
"Do you want Chinese? I'm just going to get a sandwich from Subway," Blaine said.
"I don't care, really," I said.
We all sat at a table and ate together. It was fun actually, hanging out with Blaine and his sister. I really liked her. She has Blaine's brown curls, but with dark brown eyes, while his were a lighter hazel color. It was around six in the afternoon when we left there to go back to his house.
"Mom and Dad are home," Skylar said, pointing to the car in the driveway.
"Oh yeah, I thought the plane wasn't going to land until tonight?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know, I guess they came early," she said. I glanced with horror at Blaine.
"Oh its fine Kurt, we probably won't even see them, and anyways, I know your parents, why can't you meet mine? Although they aren't much to meet," he said.
"Oh okay," I said, getting out of the car.
He opened the door, and immediately someone called down the hall.
"Is that you Blaine, dear? Is Skylar with you?" she called.
"Yes, mom," Blaine called back. He hung up his coat and offered to take mine. "Take off your shoes," he whispered to me.
I did, and then he dragged me to the living room.
Two older people were sitting on the couches, reading newspapers, and had a blazing fire roaring in the giant mantle.
"Oh Blaine, you have company," his mother said.
"Yeah this is Kurt, Kurt this is my mother and father, Delores and Gerald Anderson," he said. I offered the woman standing before me my hand.
"Nice to meet you, you have a lovely home," I said, shaking her hand.
"Why thank you dear," she said, pulling back a little too fast. I kept my hands at my side nervously, "What happened to your face? Well all of you?" she asked. I could just tell she really doesn't care.
"Uh, I was hurt by someone, and got put in the hospital for a few weeks," I replied.
"Oh that's too bad," she said.
I could have sworn I heard his dad mutter, "I bet he deserved it," but I couldn't be sure.
"Well, come on Kurt, we can go upstairs now," Blaine said, taking my hand and pulling me away from his parents.
When we got to his room, with his door shut I asked, "Do you parents know that you're, uh, gay?"
"Yeah, but they act like I'm not. It's like if they pretend that I'm not, it'll be fine. My dad doesn't even talk to me. I'm sorry for what he said, if you heard him," he said, pulling me to lie on the bed on our backs together. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, and my hand was on his chest.
"It's okay, and they sound like they never even wanted kids in the first place," I said.
"No, everyone was having kids by their age; because it was just right to do, get married have kids. Plus my dad wanted to have someone to take over his work when he's done," he said.
"Oh, what does he do?" I asked.
"He owns an entire publishing company,"
"Oh wow, no wonder why you guys have this huge house, and all that money," I said.
"It doesn't really matter to me, we could be poor and live in a cardboard box, and they still wouldn't care about us. I'm so worried about Skylar. I grew up, and had a nanny at least for someone to care about me, but she only has me, and I'm never here. I hate that Dalton is so far away from here. That's why I have to come home every other day," he said. I could tell he was to the point of crying. I sat up, and pulled him with me, to turn us and have our backs on the headboard, and our feet sprawled out tangled in each others.
He leaned his head on my chest, and hugged me. My chin lay on top of his back and my arms wound around him. He just sat and cried. I didn't tell him to stop, I didn't even say anything; I rubbed his back and squeezed him to me.
We actually sat like that for almost an hour before he sat up and wiped his face.
"I'm sorry, I'm like breaking down in front of you, you, who is so perfect, and loving, and friendly, and truthful, and funny, and sexy and all I could ever want, and you have me, this dead beat, who has no life. I have my sister, and you, and my two best friends. That's may seem perfect, but I just wish I had parents who actually did care. I want someone to say goodnight to every night, and when I was younger, I wanted my dad so much to read just a little book to me. Do you want to know why I love Disney so much? It's because when I watch it, it makes me feel like a little kid again, and I just imagine my mom sitting with me, or something, but it can never be real. It just can't," he said. His words slightly slurred sometimes, because he either hiccuped, or just sobbed once more.
"Blaine, don't ever say that about you ever again. I mean, I can never replace someone like a mom or a dad, as I had to live without my mom for eight years. She died when I was eight. You are the perfect one, I'm here, thinking you only like me because you felt bad about me, and I still kind of do. I'm here thinking, 'Why does he even hang out with me?' And, I think I'm in love with you, so I don't think I could stand it if you ever did tell me the truth," I said, almost starting to cry myself.
Blaine looked up to me, with sadness, and love in his eyes.
"Kurt, I would never do that. I hang out with you because I like you; I like you a lot. Nothing can change that," he said.
I squeezing him one more time and then pulled up both to stand up.
I dragged him to his bathroom door, and helped him turn on the shower, putting it on cold.
"Here, this will make you feel a lot better," I said. When I turned around, he didn't have a shirt on, and he was unbuttoning his pants. I couldn't talk, but I just stared at him. Once he had nothing but his boxers on he finally looked up. I took a step forward, and I didn't even realize it. My hands reached up to put them on top of his abs. He watched my every move. He was really hot, although he shivered when my hand ghosted down to his sides. He reached out to take my sides, and pull me against him. I did notice before he crushed his lips to mine, what was happening. We were both pushing against each other down below, and before anything really happened, I pulled away, and walked to the door.
"Uh, your shower now," I said, not looking at his face, and he knew what I was actually looking at.
I shut the door behind me quickly and sat down on his piano bench. I groaned in frustration, and twisted my fingers through my hair. This boy is going to be the death of me, ugh.
I looked up and noticed some music sheets on the music stand. I picked them up and looked at them. The first song was called, Don't You, and the second was Human, the third was Jealousy, but the one I noticed was Not Alone.
I couldn't even describe what I was feeling. I didn't really know if it was written for me, but I pretended it did, and it was amazing. I knew that Blaine wrote it, because he signed it, and I knew his handwriting.
I put it back when the water turned off, and sat tinkling a little on the keys of the piano. I looked to the bathroom door, as it opened.
Blaine was only in a towel, and was wet. I turned around and made a weird gargling noise in the back of my throat. Blaine stumbled and got dressed. When I actually peeked back, he had a towel wrapped around his head, and clothes on.
"Uh, it's getting kind of late; I should probably go home soon," I said, awkwardly.
"Oh, yeah, I'll drive you home," Blaine said, hanging up the towel on the door knob. He put on some socks and we went back downstairs. Gladly, his parents were in their rooms, and I didn't have to talk to them anymore. The drive wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and Blaine kissed me goodnight on my porch like he always did when he dropped me off. It was Sunday so my dad was home, and he watched, I could just tell.
Just as I suspected, I went inside to find Finn and my dad, shuffling to get back to the couch.
"Oh come on guys!" I complained.
I dropped my bag on the ground by the basement and went to the kitchen to take my pills before bed. I was feeling a lot better, probably enough to stop taking them three times a day.
I went to sleep quickly that night. Tomorrow I'll get a step-mom and a step-brother. I was excited. I got to dance and slow dance with Blaine too. I just had to. It was a special mission of mine.