Hello my dear readers! I'm so sorry for the delay! Life has kept me busy!
A big KISS to HarmonyLover for just being incredible sweet and a great help with this chapter! :)
This is the last Blaine chapter (for now). Then there'll be a couple of chapters from Kurt's POV.
Prepare for a lot of angst!
Chapter 11
"Blaine? Are you all right?"
The boy with the nerdy glasses and the green cardigan crouched down next to him, pulling Blaine back to reality.
"Yeah," Blaine replied automatically and gingerly touched his chin with his fingertips; it was already swelling up.
"Boy, Andrew really placed a huge one on you," Chandler continued to chat lightly, holding out a tissue for Blaine. "I've never seen anything like this in real life before! I thought these kinds of streetfights only happened in the movies."
Blaine accepted the tissue and tapped his lips and chin with it. There was no blood, although his tongue tasted bloody. He had probably bitten his own tongue or the insides of his cheek when Andrew's fist struck him.
"Do you need anything?" Chandler awkwardly put a hand on Blaine's back, trying to comfort him.
"A phone," Blaine murmured and searched his pockets. "I need my phone."
Blaine found his phone in the inner pocket of his jacket, right next to Kurt's CD, which luckily wasn't damaged by Andrew's fierce shoving.
Chandler offered his hand and helped Blaine to his feet. Taking a few steps away from the entrance of the dance club, Blaine hit the buttons and called the only person who he hoped could help him now.
"Blaine Warbler, what's going on?" Rachel sounded tired. Considering the late hour she probably had been asleep already. "Please don't tell me you need me to pick you up, 'cause I'm already in my PJs."
"I just need you to tell me where Andrew lives!" Blaine shouted into the phone, trying to make himself heard over the traffic noise.
"What? Why?" Rachel was utterly confused.
"I need to go there and get Kurt away from him!"
"But... I thought you were with Kurt at Babylon...?"
"We were, but we had a fight, kind of, and now Kurt's gone with Andrew, and I need to follow them!"
"I... I don't know where Andrew lives," Rachel admitted.
"What do you mean you don't know where he lives?" Blaine yelled into the phone. "How can you not know where Kurt lives?"
"I'm sorry, but he didn't tell me," Rachel replied defensively, but also with growing concern. "He has only lived there for a couple of weeks, and I've not been there yet."
"Dammit!" Blaine cursed loudly and paced up and down the street. "I should've taken a cab and followed them! Now they're long gone!"
"What's going on, Blaine?" Rachel asked with a shaky voice, sounding confused and shocked. "You're scaring me!"
"Andrew's a violent piece of shit, that's what's going on!" Blaine answered, not able to keep his voice down. "He just punched me, and he would've beaten me up if Kurt hadn't stepped in."
"Blaine! I told you not to pick a fight with him," Rachel scolded. "I can't believe you let your temper get the best of you!"
"It's just because I saw..." Blaine choked and had to take a deep breath to compose himself. "Rachel, I saw bruises on Kurt's neck and his arm. He's hurting him, Rachel," Blaine choked back another sob. "Andrew's hurting him."
"Are... are you sure?" Rachel stammered, clearly shaken by the news. Blaine could hear that she believed him, but didn't want to believe it.
"When Kurt noticed that I saw his bruises he tried to brush it off," Blaine explained, turning around and looking down the street. It was in the middle of the night, but there was still so much traffic. He spotted Chandler just a few feet away, trying to hail for a cab.
"When I asked him if Andrew was responsible for them Kurt didn't deny it," Blaine went on, brushing a hand down his face. He felt his eyes sting as they filled with tears. "He didn't deny it, Rachel."
"I'll call him," Rachel promised. "He'll answer my call. I'm going to call you back when I've reached him."
"Okay, I'll wait here, and when you find out the address I'll go and get Kurt away from that asshole."
"No, you're not going anywhere tonight," Rachel said, sounding frantic. "You're coming home now, Blaine."
Blaine argued with her for a while. He insisted on staying where he was until Rachel found out the address of the lion's den so that he could go there immediately. But Rachel told him that she didn't want him to go there in the state of fury that he was in.
"Please, come home," she repeated insistently. "We'll figure out what to do when you're here, all right?"
"Okay," Blaine finally gave in. "Call him now, okay? Call him right now. I'll hang up." He didn't want to waste any more time by talking to her. Her job was now to check if Kurt was all right.
"Cab's waiting." Chandler stepped up next to Blaine, jerking his head into the direction of a yellow cab nearby.
"Thanks for your help," Blaine said with a tired sigh. "And sorry for dragging you into this mess. You really don't need to come with me."
"Au contraire," Chandler replied with a faint grin while rocking back and forth on his heels. "I do need to come with you, because I promised Kurt to make sure you get home safely, and that's what I intend to do." He gestured towards the cab, almost taking a bow for dramatic effect. "Our cab is waiting if you please."
Not knowing what else to do, Blaine followed him and they shared the backseat of the cab. From out of the corner of his eye Blaine glanced at Chandler, who was tapping his thumb against his leg. It was probably good to have Chandler come along, because Blaine needed someone to back him up, to confirm his story, or else Rachel would think he was exaggerating again.
For a long moment Blaine just stared out of the window, the neon lights of the city rushing by, but all he could see were the bruises on Kurt's skin and the pure sadness in the depths of his ocean blue eyes. Blaine wished he hadn't let go of him. Not now. Not ever.
"Here, take this," Chandler said, offering him another tissue. Only now did Blaine register that he was weeping. He took the tissue with a whispered, "Thanks," and wiped his eyes and damp cheeks.
"Why was Kurt crying on the stairs?" Chandler asked softly, keeping his voice low so as not to entertain the driver. "Not that it's any of my business," he added quickly. "But those bruises on his neck... God, if Andrew did this to Kurt..."
"You saw the bruises?" Blaine asked, looking up in surprise. Good, that was good! Chandler was an eye witness. Rachel would have to believe them.
"I followed you downstairs," Chandler confessed, scrunching up his nose. "But then Kurt started crying on the stairs and I stayed away, because I didn't want to disturb you. When you took off his scarf it was hard not to see the bruises and... and his wrist..." Chandler swallowed hard. "I thought things like this only happen on scary TV shows. I just can't believe this is happening to Kurt. I mean, he always seems to be so strong and I admire him for that, I just don't understand..." Chandler let his voice trail off and shrugged helplessly.
"You have known Andrew longer than I have," Blaine said to him. "What do you think is going on between them?"
"I told you Kurt is not very lovey-dovey around Andrew. In fact, Kurt is always yelling at him and telling him to back off. I had the impression that he was sick of Andrew and that it wouldn't be long until Kurt finally broke up with him. But tonight..." Chandler shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I've never seen Andrew lose it like this. He's gotten jealous before when Kurt talked to someone else, but he had never actually hit someone and..." Chandler paused and took his glasses off, rubbing them with the seam of his cardigan.
"I would never have thought that Andrew would hit him," he continued with a shake of his head. "Kurt's so strong and he hates bullying. He helped me out once and scared some guys off who offended me. He's my hero, and I just can't imagine that he would let Andrew lay a hand on him without fighting back..."
They remained silent for the rest of the drive. Blaine paid the driver with Kurt's money and offered Chandler some of it to pay for his way home, too.
"Do you mind if I come with you for a little bit?" Chandler asked hesitantly. "I'm not really in the mood to return to my dorm and be alone for the rest of the night and worry about Kurt. If I could just stay until we have word that Kurt is okay?"
"Sure," Blaine answered, motioning for him to get out of the cab. "Come with me."
Pulling out his keys, Blaine led his guest inside the house and upstairs to Rachel's apartment. He quickly opened the door and stepped in, already calling out for her. He found the small brunette bundled up on the couch, her face red and blotchy from obvious crying.
"Did you talk to him?" Blaine asked anxiously, hurrying over to her.
"He's not answering his phone," Rachel said, sniffing and holding up her phone accusingly. "Something must be wrong!"
"Yeah, a lot is wrong," Blaine agreed, sitting down next to her. "But what are you refering to?"
"We have a pinky swear!" she cried, crunching up her face. "To always answer one another's calls, no matter where we are and what time it is. He swore! And now he's not answering the phone! He's not answering!"
She was about to fall into Blaine's arms, crying, when she caught a glimpse of Chandler who was lurking about in the entrance.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked, wiping her face, puzzled by the blond boy in a green cardigan, wearing big glasses and a timid smile.
"I'm Chandler Kiehl, nice to meet you." He stuck his hand out to her, but his smile turned awkward. "I'm sorry for intruding."
"You're bringing someone home?" Rachel raised her voice disbelievingly at Blaine and ignored Chandler's hand. "I can't believe you're thinking of sex at a time when Kurt's in trouble!"
"I don't... Chandler's not..." Blaine stammered, taken aback by Rachel's way of thinking. "Do you remember the boy that Kurt met at Between The Sheets?"
"Yeah, but what's that to do with anything?"
"This is him." Blaine jerked his thumb at their guest.
"You are Chandler?" Rachel said in surprise, eyeing him up and down. "Kurt's secret text flirt? You wrote him cute things like, you must be an astronaut because your smile is out of this world."
"A cheesy line, I know, but it just fit so well with him." Chandler shrugged apologetically.
"I thought you were... uhm, taller." Rachel shrugged and then took a tissue out of a box and blew her nose loudly. "Never mind."
"Kurt told me to make sure that Blaine gets home all right, so that's why I came along." Chandler explained. "So you're a friend of Kurt's, too?"
Rachel nodded, but couldn't answer properly, because her face was crumbling up with tears again and she started wailing in despair. "We have a pinky swear! A pinky swear!"
Blaine gently rubbed her back. "Calm down, Rachel, it'll be all right."
"Just moments ago you said Kurt was being beaten up by Andrew!" Rachel cried.
"I don't know," Blaine confessed and slumped back into the couch. "I don't have a clue what's going on. Let's just keep trying to call him, all right?"
"Uhm, I guess I'd better go?" Chandler said, not wanting to be a disturbance. "I can see myself out."
"No, you can stay if you like," Blaine said, after checking with Rachel.
"Do you want a piece of apple crumble?" she asked, pointing to the cake on the coffee table. "It's Kurt's favorite..." Her words drowned in another loud wail. She stuck her phone to her ear and tried to call Kurt again, still muttering about their pinky swear.
"Why did you make this promise about always taking each other's calls?" Chandler asked while helping himself to a big piece of cake.
"Because he felt so bad about not answering one of Blaine's calls," Rachel replied, wiping her face with a tissue.
Blaine looked up. "What?"
"He told me that he didn't answer your call the night you won the student president campaign and called him to share the news," Rachel elaborated. "He was at a party with Isabelle and turned your call off. He really regretted it. After you broke up, he talked about nothing else for weeks until I told him to learn from his mistakes. So we did a pinky swear to always answer each other's calls no matter what was going on around us."
"That's so sweet," Chandler said, stuffing cake into his mouth. "I wish I had a best friend like that. You guys must be really close."
"Actually, we've grown apart a little bit," Rachel confessed, her phone still pressed to her ear. "I love him dearly, but I feel like he's slipping away from me and I don't know why. It's gotten worse since he has been with Andrew."
Blaine leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and raking his fingers through his hair. He felt so miserable. Back then when Kurt had ignored his call he had been so disappointed and felt so lost that he had wanted to scream at his boyfriend. But he had never said a word about it to Kurt.
To hear now that Kurt had actually acknowledged his mistake and realized that he had hurt Blaine by not answering his call was getting to Blaine in a way that made his heart ache. If Kurt had felt that guilty about it, why hadn't he said a word? Why had he punished Blaine with silence all this time?
Ever since Kurt had moved to New York their communication had suffered a great deal. Although they had talked on the phone or on Skype every day, Blaine had the feeling they had constantly talked at cross purposes.
"KURT!" Rachel almost jumped out of her seat when finally her call was answered.
Blaine tensed up immediately, watching Rachel closely as she put her phone on speaker.
"No, it's me," they all heard Andrew's voice. "What gives us the honor of your call at three in the morning?" he asked disgruntledly.
"I want to talk to Kurt!" Rachel demanded strongly. Blaine was impressed by the way she was able to switch from being a sobbing mess to a fierce friend.
"I'm afraid he's indisposed right now," Andrew replied and there was something odd in his voice that had Blaine instantly on alarm.
"I don't care. I want to talk to Kurt right now!" Rachel insisted.
"All right," Andrew replied in a snarl. "I'll see what I can do."
Blaine squinted his eyes at the distant sound of a repeatedly banging coming from wherever Andrew was. The banging sound grew louder as Andrew moved around the place. Blaine could also hear a muffled but clearly angry voice. Kurt's voice? What was going on over there?
Rachel and Chandler heard it, too, and both exchanged confused looks with Blaine. Chandler had even stopped chewing as if not to miss one second of the call.
"Hey, your bestie is on the fucking phone!" Andrew suddenly yelled and there was another loud bang, sounding like a pounding on a door. "Are you going to behave now?"
"Let me the fuck out of here, Drew!"
All three of them tensed up when they heard Kurt's furious yell. Blaine's grabbed hold of Rachel's arm, and Chandler put his plate down, not daring to gulp down the piece of cake in his mouth.
"Just if you promise to behave yourself," Andrew repeated cooly. "Can you do that?"
"Let me out and give me my phone!"
Blaine was holding his breath as he listened to a key being turned in a lock and some shuffling, and then Kurt's menacing low voice. "Leave me alone, Andrew! I mean it! Let me talk to Rachel. Alone."
"Tell her she can't keep on calling you late at night!" Andrew snarled. "Decent people want to sleep!"
"She can call me whenever she wants!" Kurt hissed. "And you're far from being a decent person, Drew. Decent people don't start street fights like some neanderthal who can't control his shit."
"Whatever," Andrew replied. "You go fuck yourself, Kurt. I'll go back to sleep."
And then finally Kurt was on the phone, sounding hoarse from yelling. "Rachel? I'm so sorry, Rachel, I didn't mean to ignore your calls; the phone was in the other room and I guess I must have passed out for a while."
"Kurt, did Andrew lock you up?" Rachel asked in absolute horror.
"Just one of his stupid jokes," Kurt said.
"That's not funny!" Rachel was outraged. "Kurt, he can't go and lock you up!"
"He was just worried about his carpet," Kurt replied, as if this explained everything.
"His carpet? What?" Rachel couldn't follow his logic.
"I had too much to drink tonight and threw up, so he stuck me into the bathroom, all right?"
"What are you doing drinking anyway, Kurt? Ever heard of alcohol poisioning?" Rachel scolded him now. "Mr Schue told us all about it during alcohol awareness week. Okay, you were at Dalton at the time, but it was the week I had my first party and I kissed Blaine, and that should give you enough reason to figure out what alcohol does to you. Think before you drink, Kurt! People do the craziest stuff when they're drunk!"
"Give me a break!" Kurt sighed. "I'm not a regular drinker, Rachel. I was just nervous, because Blaine was there. Is he with you now? Is he all right? Andrew hit him, Rachel!"
"I heard," Rachel replied. "Blaine's sitting next to me. He indeed looks damaged, but he's okay."
"You have to make sure he's all right, Rachel!" Kurt insisted. "Blaine's one of those people who claim to be fine even when they're bleeding all over the place, and Andrew really hit him hard." Kurt's voice grew intense and angry again. "In the face, Rachel, he hit him IN THE FACE! He knows that the face is absolutely a taboo zone."
"Kurt, if you care so much about Blaine why didn't you make sure he's all right yourself?" Rachel asked confused. "Why did you leave with Andrew?"
"Because I made a total and complete fool of myself. Blaine must think I'm so pathetic. I wanted to show him how sexy I've become, but instead I got wasted and behaved like a maniac. God, he really must hate me."
"Nobody hates you, Kurt!" Rachel said strongly. "We love you and we want you to be safe. Even this guy, your Between The Sheets crush from back in the days, he's getting the drama front row on our couch. In fact, the boys are listening in, just so you know."
"Great, just great," Kurt sighed, a grumble taking over his voice. "Who else is in on the show? Why don't you broadcast on nationwide radio? The rise and fall of one insignificant gay boy from Ohio. I bet it would make the top ten of Who The Fuck Cares."
"We care!" Blaine answered, leaning towards the phone in Rachel's hand. "And I don't hate you, Kurt, I could never hate you. I begged you to stay! How could you think I wanted you to go with Andrew?" He tried to keep his voice calm and level, but he was afraid his concern was audible in every trembling syllable.
"We're all just really worried about you," Chandler chimed in. "Because we don't understand what's going on with you and Andrew."
"Nothing is going on," Kurt answered with a bitter laugh, sounding defensive. "We live together. We fight. Couples do that. What's so hard to understand? Why can't you all just mind your own damn business?"
"Kurt, please, tell us your address," Rachel took over the phone again and spoke calmly, keeping her voice light and friendly. "Just tell us where to find you and we'll be with you in a minute, all right?"
"What for? Just so you can yell at me and wake up the whole neighborhood?"
"Oh, I'll be yelling, but not at you," Rachel promised. "I'll have a few words to say to Andrew!"
"No need. I already did that," Kurt replied in a huff. "He's not going to lay a hand on Blaine again."
"Good, but what about you?" Rachel asked firmly. "I don't want him to hit you, Kurt."
"He's not..." Kurt started, but Rachel cut him off instantly.
"Truth time, Kurt. I'm just asking you to tell me the truth, please." Her bottom lip was quivering as she pressed the phone to her ear. "Did Andrew hit you?"
Blaine clenched his fists and stared at the phone, willing Kurt to admit it and let them help him.
"What does it matter?" Kurt finally said, drawing a deep breath to collect himself.
"What does it matter?" Rachel repeated in an outcry. "Are you out of your mind? He has no right to treat you this way. You're going to move out of there, do you hear me? You can't stay with him!"
"Rachel, you're being unreasonable. Andrew isn't my problem."
"Oh, I'm being unreasonable?" Rachel huffed. "Please, enlighten me, Kurt. If the guy who hits you isn't your problem, then who is?"
"Clearly I am," Kurt replied.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel inquired. "Did Andrew talk you into feeling shitty about yourself?"
"Oh, come on, Rachel, you know what a bitch I can be, and Andrew has a bad temper, too. Sometimes we're fighting, okay? And when shove comes to push we're both in it. It's a far cry from that to actual abuse. I can handle him. I'm fine, Rachel."
"Bullshit! Don't tell me you're fine!" Rachel spat out, wiping more tears out of the corners of her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about this? Why did you lie to me?"
"Yes, I lied to you and I'm sorry," Kurt said tiredly. "Now that we've established that I'm a liar, can we please talk about it tomorrow? I have a hell of a headache and all I want to do is sleep."
"Now is tomorrow," Rachel pointed out. "It's past 2 AM."
"All I'm asking for is a couple of hours of sleep."
"Okay," Rachel said calmly again. "How about you tell us where you live so we can pick you up and take you home with us? You can sleep in your own bed! How does that sound?" Rachel coaxed him gently.
"No offense, but I really don't feel like being around you guys tonight," Kurt said.
Rachel and Blaine shared a confused look.
"Why not? We're your friends."
"Yes, you're my friends, Rachel, but I feel disgusting and crappy right now and I don't want you to look at me with all that pity in your eyes like I'm this abandoned kitten you've rescued from the street. I really need to get some sleep as long as the buzz lasts, because I'm out of Ambien and it's so hard to fall asleep and..." Kurt started weeping. "Everything just sucks."
"I know, sweetie, I know," Rachel said softly. "We all have those days when everything sucks."
"But it doesn't stop, Rachel. It still hurts so much, Rachel, I just can't make it stop hurting."
"I know it hurts," Rachel murmured, close to tears again. "But we'll get through this together, right?"
Kurt didn't answer, but they could all hear him sobbing.
"Kurt, please don't cry," Blaine said, wringing his hands and wishing he could take Kurt in his arms and hug him right now. He just couldn't bear listening to Kurt cry. "You're not disgusting or pathetic, Kurt. You're beautiful and perfect and... and you're very sexy, Kurt. I just couldn't take my eyes off of you all night long."
"Me, neither," Chandler chimed in and when Blaine glanced at him he blushed and took of his glasses to polish them with the seam of his cardigan.
"I'm so sorry Andrew hit you, Blaine," Kurt said quietly, sniffing.
"Don't worry about me, I'm all right," Blaine replied, carefully touching the swell on his chin. "Andrew hardly scratched me. Besides, I would take any blow if it was for you."
"Sorry for ruining your first night out in New York," Kurt said, his voice still thick with emotion.
"You didn't. You didn't ruin anything. I loved seeing you. I loved dancing with you," Blaine said, biting down on his lips as he remembered that wonderful embrace they had shared on the dance floor. "Actually, dancing with you was the most wonderful part about tonight. Thank you for that."
"I really liked dancing with you, too," Kurt admitted.
Blaine scrunched up his face in bliss and heartache all at once. He was so happy to hear this, but at the same time it hurt so much.
"Kurt, I hope you know that I can't live without you!" Rachel suddenly cried out. "Please, don't do anything stupid! Promise me!"
"Now, don't be dramatic, Rachel," Kurt sighed heavily. "If you're looking for drama ask Chandler for his Gossip Girl collection."
"Kurt?" Chandler spoke up again. "Do you remember that night at Babylon when I was there for the first time? When I wanted to leave, those guys started to make fun of me and you came to my rescue?"
"Of course I remember," Kurt let out a small laugh. "They wore the ugliest no name button down shirts I had ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on."
"Have I ever told you that I was really, really scared of them?"
"You needn't tell me, Chandler. I saw it. I know what fear looks like, believe me."
"But you weren't scared at all, Kurt!" Chandler said excitedly and started gesturing wildly. "They were big like, bulls, and I was all alone, and before my inner eye I already pictured myself being raped and tossed into the Hudson River. But then you came, looking for me, and you chased them away with only your words and your bitchy attitude. Nobody ever did anything like that for me before!"
"Anytime," Kurt replied and changed his tune into a funny voice, "Us New Yorkers gotta stick together, right?"
Chandler let out a happy laugh. "You're amazing, Kurt Hummel, and I just want you to know that I admire you and I love you."
"Awww, thanks, I love you, too, Chandler."
Chandler blushed. He actually blushed! Blaine gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He didn't know why, but seeing the way Chandler's cheeks reddened and hearing him exchange I love you's with Kurt made him feel a pang of jealousy.
"All right, then we're all going to get some sleep and meet for breakfast at ten!" Rachel decided.
"Ugh, let's make that lunch time," Kurt negotiated.
"Brunch!" Rachel compromised. "We'll meet at 11 AM at the Tic Toc Diner."
"Make that 11.30 and I'll be there."
"Deal," Rachel replied satisfied.
"And Blaine?" came Kurt's probing voice out of the speaker.
Blaine almost jumped at being addressed. "Yes?"
"I know you stole my CD. You're not a very good thief and an even worse liar."
"Uh, I'm sorry, I ..." Blaine stammered and blushed. He felt incredibly ashamed at being caught. After all he wanted to show Kurt that he was trustworthy. Stealing stuff wouldn't help to do that.
"You can keep it," Kurt said with a sigh. "It's for you anyway. Although I'm afraid that it has lost its meaning by now. I recorded it a long time ago."
"Okay, thanks," Blaine replied, puzzled. "I'm sure I'll enjoy it, whatever it is."
"Good night, guys," Kurt said, and he was answered with a chorus of good nights in return before he ended the call.
"Oh my," Rachel sighed, sinking back into the couch. "I feel like I've just had the most scary ride on an emotional rollercoaster. I'm pretty sure I've gone through way more emotions in the past five minutes then in any of my acting classes. I'm so shaken right now, and I don't feel any wiser than before."
"I suppose Kurt feels the same way," Chandler uttered. "He seemed pretty confused, too. Let's blame it on the alcohol. He's had way too much of that tonight."
Blaine didn't say anything. He got up and took Kurt's CD out of his jacket. He had meant to listen to it in private, because he felt like Kurt had wanted to keep it private, too. But now that he knew that Kurt had originally recorded the CD for him Blaine just needed to know what was on it, and he didn't care that Rachel and Chandler were around.
So Blaine put the CD into the stereo and braced himself to accept the ache that listening to this CD would undoubtedly cause him. He assumed it to be some sort of love song. Probably Kurt had sung it before they had broken up and then never given it to him, of course.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and pressed the play button.
The piano started playing beautifully, slowly. After the piano intro, Kurt began to sing in a low, sad voice.
"Many moons have come and gone
And this little heart's still holding on
To what could be, maybe should be, baby
Crazy is all it's making me
You've got 4 and 20 hours
Just one day to prove to me
That your love has got the power
Make me believe
That you're the man for me, baby"
Rachel joined him, wiping her eyes with a tissue. "He meant to send it to you around Thanksgiving."
"He wanted to send me this? At Thanksgiving?" Blaine asked, baffled. "He recorded this for me after we'd broken up?"
"Yes, and he debated for weeks whether or not to send if off to you. He finally decided against it, because he thought it was arrogant of him to send you this. The song says that he gives you a chance to prove your love, but I guess after a while he felt like it was arrogant of him to ask you to prove your love, since he had made mistakes, too, and he probably was as guilty of the failure of your relationship as you were."
Rachel slumped back into the couch and Blaine just stared at her.
"Can I get a copy of the CD?" Chandler spoke up, startling Blaine, as he had forgotten that the boy was still around.
"You can get a kick in your butt on your way out," Rachel grunted, sounding extremely dangerous from underneath all the pillows she was hugging. A tired, freaked out girl on PMS was not someone to mess with.
Blaine just shrugged at Chandler. "I'll call a cab for you. We should all try to get some sleep."
Blaine couldn't fall asleep.
He moved the ice pack Rachel had given him from his chin to his cheek, he could still taste blood in his mouth. He had put the CD into a portable player with head phones and listened to Kurt's song over and over again.
"See the sands of the hourglass
Are slipping through your hands
Every grain has got to hurt you
Takes you further from your chance
See everyday I walk out of my front door
And I've been wishing and hoping
That today is the day that you're gonna smile in front of my face
Tell me that you love me
Tell me you gonna be a man"
He tossed and turned and couldn't get the events of the night out of his head. It was hard enough to think of Andrew kissing and touching Kurt, just being near Kurt. But to know that Andrew abused him was unbearable. Blaine wanted so much to prove to Kurt that he could be the one Kurt needed him to be.
"You got one day
I will give you 24 hours, baby
That's all you should need
24 hours should be enough for you, love
Just make me believe
That you're the man for me, baby
I gotta believe you, baby
I'm gonna need more than flowers"
More than flowers...
Yes, he definitely had to do more than flowers. More than a song. It was time to get into action. After all, actions spoke louder than words.
"4 and 20 hours
It should be more than enough for you"
Songs in this chapter:
Joss Stone - 4 and 20
Please go and read "Hold On" from HarmonyLover, because it's such a smart and beautiful turn on the Sadie Hawkins episode. :)
Thank you!