AN: So according to my laptop it's about 12:50AM. I worked on this for hours straight just to make to it was finished and everything. This didn't get uploaded on Tuesday cause I was sick and have been for a few days. So I apologize if this chapter isn't good. Thanks for sticking with me. Please review!

Chapter Ten- I Won't Let Melancholy Play Me For A Fool

A man with a beard and curly hair wearing cargo shorts with a dirty tank top was leaning in the doorway.

"What can I do for you?" The man said in a raspy voice.

Kurt and Blaine look at each other then back at the man.

"Is Folshi Scott here?" Kurt looked at him.

On cue Folshi comes down the hall looking tired. Her hair was tied back, she wearing a pair of shorts, a large t-shirt, and barefoot.

"What are you guys doing here?" She says groggily. "Did my parents tell you about the gym?"

"We wanted to make sure you're okay," Blaine looked at her.

"I'm fine," she put her arms out. "Now, goodbye."

When she turned around the man grabbed the back of shirt. "Woah, Ladybug everyone knows you are definitely not fine."

"River, let go!" Folshi makes a sluggish attempt get out of his grasp.

"You dudes wanna come in or what? I don't usually let people in without a code. So make the most of this visit," the man named River looked at them.

"I actually have to go to a meeting," Kurt said looking at Blaine. "You stay; if you need a ride back home call me."

Blaine nodded and Kurt gave him a quick kiss before leaving. Blaine, on his crutches, enters the place looking around.

"Okay," he hands the back of Folshi's shirt to Blaine. "Now look Ladybug you have to talk to someone. Now if you'll excuse me," he goes into the nearby office.

"He may be high as a kite but he right," Blaine said looking at her.

She pulls her shirt out of his grasp and crossed her arms.

"Plus, I worked too damn hard just for you start backpedaling," he leaned against the wall.

"And what exactly did you work so hard at?" She starts walking down the hall.

"For about the first two years of our friendship you were an emotional recluse. I'm not letting that happen again," he says following her.

"What are you even doing here? You're supposed to be at home resting or something," she opened the door revealing a large room with blocked off areas.

"Yeah, you just disappear for a night with no calls or anything, and I'm gonna sit home resting."

They walk into another medium sized room that has art on the walls, a mini couch with a blanket and pillow, with clothes and canvases strewn about on the floor. Blaine goes over to the couch and sits on it, propping his leg up.

"Don't get comfortable," Folshi said putting on her shoes. "You aren't staying. You're going home."

Blaine scoffed. "Yeah, going home. That's gonna happen."

She puts her head against the wall. "I can literally feel a headache coming on. You are so damn stubborn."

"I prefer persistent," he smiled.

"I'm sorry Kurt," Folshi said as she walked up to him and Blaine.

"Sorry for what?" Kurt gave her a confused look.

"I'm sorry that for when I kill Blaine you'll have to find a new love," she crossed her arms.

Blaine chuckled, but stopped when Folshi sent him a look.

"What did he do?" Kurt eyed the two of them.

"He refused to leave, at some point her took the key to my studio and locked me in, and he also sat on me until I took him to that stupid café in East Village."

"Blaine!" The director, Natalie, exclaimed walking up to them. "It's good to see you back."

"It's good to be back," he smiled.

"Grab your script; I know you can't do much but we can go over some of your lines and cues."

He nodded and turned towards Kurt to give him a kiss on the cheek. Then he turns to Folshi and smirks.

"It's okay Fo, I still love you."

She puts her hands up in surrender and sits in the audience.

"Well, I love you," Kurt smiles.

"And with that, I can live a happy life," Blaine smiled back before doing off with the director.

"Alright," Samuel whispered. "She's sitting alone, now's the time to go over to her."

"Okay, wish me luck. I'm gonna need it," Christian said.

"We just need to make sure you get under her skin. If yesterday is any indication, I'd say you've just scratched the surface."

Christian nodded then walked over and took the seat next to Folshi.

"Hey, pretty girl," he smiled.

She turned her head away from him.

"Don't even pretend you that you don't miss me calling you that," he leaned in closer. "That you don't remember how I made you felt," he puts his hand on her leg.

Folshi gets up but before she can walk away he grabs her wrist. She looks down and realizes that she's shaking, and she figured that he must have noticed too because of the smirk on his face.

"You made me feel like I was nothing. For more than a year you treated me like shit and that I was worthless," she said as tears started to fill her eyes. "Now let go of me."

"Never," he shook his head.

"I said let go!" she said a little louder.

Christian stands up with his hand still gripped around her wrist. He started walking until her back was against the nearest wall.

"Also don't pretend that you didn't secretly love out fights," he leaned down. "Our fights just made the whole make up process better. Even when you were being a bitch," he shrugged.

She goes to hit him with her free hand but he grabs it by the wrist and pins it against the wall.

"Battle, if you must. But you won't be doing it for long, I promise you that. I will wear you down and you're going to be running back like you always did and like you always will," he tightens his grip on her wrists.

"Hey!" A voice came from behind them. Christian looked and saw it was Blaine. "Get off her Christian. Don't ever touch her again."

Christian steps back and puts his hands up.

"If I ever see you so much as glance in her direction-"

"You're in absolutely no condition to be making idle threats," he turns to Blaine. "Just remember what I said pretty girl," he winks at Folshi then walks off.

Folshi puts her head in her hands and slides against the wall falling down. Blaine gently sits himself next to her putting his arms around her.

Blaine and Kurt stand outside the apartment complex.

"I think I'm gonna stay the night here, just to make sure she's okay," Blaine looked up then back at Kurt.

"It's fine, I totally understand. She seemed so shaken up," Kurt sighed.

"He had her pinned against the wall," he shook his head. "Her wrists are red," he closes his eyes.

Kurt threw his arms around his boyfriend. "I love that you are so caring and that you have this beautiful nurturing side to you."

Blaine smiled then put his arms around Kurt's waist. After a moment Blaine body stiffened under his arms.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked as he pulled away.

"I completely forgot, I guess with all this craziness I've been meaning to tell you that Charlie texted me yesterday."

"Oh?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Blaine nodded. "He wants to talk tomorrow. Not sure about what though, I was positive that he over me by now."

"So, what time are we meeting him?" A smirk came across his face.

Blaine cocked his head and gave him a look. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm letting my boyfriend go out with his ex who is trying to get him back," Kurt crossed his arms then realized what he said. "Not that I don't trust you! It's him I'm not too fond of. Because of course I trust you, it's just the he's such a jackass and he's very predatory, I'm surprised-"

Kurt's ramble gets cuts off by Blaine pressing his lips against his own.

Blaine pulls away but leans his forehead against Kurt's. "You're adorable when you get all nervous like that. But tomorrow at noon at the Abraco café."

"Huh," the corner of Kurt's mouth turns up. "Sounds like fun."