Here is another chapter again. A lot has changed since my last update. not the chapter last but the one before. i have a new job and i am going into university soon. I moved, I lost a family member, i gained a new one, etc. so life had happened and if you cant quite grasp why i haven't updated well i don't know either. I also stopped watching glee too. i am still a fan but not really of the new people, plot, and overall expectations. Besides, im still a klaine fan but i hate the direction of where they are going. please comment, it makes my day when you do! Enjoy reading!
When the cigarette was down to the stub, I felt my cell buzz. I pulled it out and saw it was Quinn.
"Hey Quinn," I said, happy to hear from someone.
"Kurt you have to leave town," Quinn said, sounding serious.
"Why?"
"Kurt, it's about Blaine…he knew you left the house and that you won't let him see the kids or something. He said he was going to call the cops if he found you. You have to leave now because you could go to jail." Quinn warned.
Standing flabbergasted, in the parking lot of a convenient store, I wasn't that not that far from home. "Oh my goodness, I'm not that far from home!" I thought, pinkie at him trying to find us.
I walked back to the front seat and sat in it, placing my phone on the dashboard, starting the car and of course , bothering to put on my seat belt, rushing with the clip with my intention to only to get the fuck out of here.
"What else did he say," I asked in the speaker phone, my paranoia kicking glancing even more around my mirrors as I drove.
"I don't know, mostly about how now you know how it feels to come home and see what he saw before."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, my eyes still on the road, "He would mention that. Anything else Quinn?"
"Nope, but I didn't tell him anything either. Just, go find a hotel room, steer clear. "
"I can't, I need the rest of my cash for Joshua, and I need it for his meds." I say, whispering in the phone.
I hear nothing on the line, and I know she probably hung up. I hear no dial tone though, until her voice came back on," Well than come stay with me. He will never suspect a thing, ever."
"Are you sure? I don't want to trouble-"
"Just stay with me please, here, rent free."Quinn said, trying to convince me.
"I'm only staying a few nights Quinn," I said, my words rushed.
"I don't think so…Blaine told me he is taking the house. He told me on the phone."
"He told you all of this in a two minute phone call? He barely tells me his work schedule," I said, shocked he would do something like that.
"I know you bought it but he told me the family and divorce judge here in Lima allows the innocent partner anything of their choosing. That could mean money, property, stocks, and even child custody. Also since he presumably makes more then you then you will have a lower advantage."
That was the last straw.
"Quinn I'm pulling in your driveway road okay? I will see you in five minutes." I said, pulling my phone off my ear and slamming my thumb on the off beyond everything, I sped down the drive.
The clock reads 8:00pm on my dash when I pull into Quinn's house, which is a mansion. Pulling up, the cobblestone driveway is one of those circle one's that I only see in Victorian British houses on Downtown Abbey, that had rows of bushes that in the spring flower into beautiful tiny purple lavenders. At the front door stood Quinn, waving elegant in her Pink camisole and robe ad had on her slippers, despite the bitter cold. The lights weren't on, probably to make sure no one sees the house. In the night, when the house has no lights, her street, a quiet road that has no lights then the dark night sky swallows the house in blackness, invisible to the world it exists in.
I got out of the Honda, making eye contact with Quinn, I smiled for once at her kind eyes, as she watched me stumble out. She stepped down the few steps and walked to the trunk and opened up the latch and quickly grabbed the bags and ran to the house before she froze her ass off. She didn't stay in though she walked right back out to help, making me feel like I still had a friend.
"Quinn please, it's alright. You-you already done too much for my family," I said to Quinn, yanking open Nathan's door and trying to push the sleeping Nathan awake. He awoke but his eyes were still half closed, but I managed to get him out of the car where Quinn guided him to the house. I went to the other side, grabbing Joshua who was still out cold. I slammed to car door with my leg and quickly went to the front door as Quinn walk in the opposite direction past me.
"Where are your keys, Kurt?" asked Quinn from near my car, asking me off guard.
"Why do you want them?"
"He might come by…just let me put it in the garage, okay? He won't suspect a thing."
"When did he call you to tell you that he was coming by? And why did you say don't come over?" I asked, scared that there was nowhere to hide anymore.
"About twenty minutes ago so he could be here any second. I tried by the way, but he insisted and I didn't want to look suspicious so I didn't lock up the estate." She said, looking like a guilty puppy.
I sighed, tired that I was still running away. Taking the rest of stuff from my car quickly and giving her my keys. Quinn shoved my piece of shit probably next to her sleek Lexus. Her garage is in the back of the house, with a little road from the driveway that leads to a mahogany barn converted to a garage.
I shuffled the boys through the house all the way to the kitchen back door. She has about an acre of land, all fenced behind her. This while properly is fenced and locked but Quinn doesn't usually because it takes about 20 minutes by car to check and lock all the openings in her property, which she has about three or four. One in the front, the main. The second is in the backyard, from a little tiny dirt road and the third is a walkway in the front. I can't remember the fourth but I know it's the shortest route to get in and out of the estate, but for the life of me I never use it.
We waited until Quinn parked and she ran up the backdoor, grabbing the limping Joshua. It wasn't a far walk, only about five minutes until we reached her poolhouse.
Quinn told me that she set up the pool house real nice and her and her maid cleaned it up for hours, as we hustled our way over. The pool house was one story with a basement wasn't bigger or anything, just an average size stucco pool house but the detailed engraved-flowers on the granite archway over the door made Rachel's floral arch and white picket fence cry in shame.
Quinn unlocked the door and opened it, but never turned on the lights inside. She showed me to my room and a room with a bunked for the boys, which I lay Joshua the bottom with Nathan tired climbing atop the bunk, with me behind him in case he decided to fall back. I changed Joshua from his hospital pajamas to his soft warm winter fleece, covering him up with the thick blankets on the bed. I stood up and walked over to one bag looking for at least clean underwear for Nathan when my phone buzzed a text:
HE IS HERE! DON'T TURN ON A SINGLE LIGHT!STAY OUT OF THE LIVING ROOM AND KITCHEN JUST BE IN YOUR ROOM/THE BOYS ROOM!-Quinn
I freeze, my body stunned. If I make a move will he find me? I hear nothing but the quiet snores of both my children, so I tiptoe to the room's door peeking out of the door only to see through the large windows the shallot shadows of Quinn, Blaine, and some tall guy. She drew the yellow curtains but I could see enough that Blaine was facing pissed. He was walking around, legs extending long and fast, while Quinn stood by hands in her hip. Blaine stopped putting his hands in his eyes, looked like he was rubbing it than he was pulled in for a hug by the tall guy. I looked on fearful that Blaine would just get his anger streak fired up again, maybe hit anything in sight or probably just be ripping apart the house looking for me, scaring Quinn in telling the truth.
Quinn's arm punted in the direction of the front door, and I saw the shadows of Blaine and his guy fade away but Quinn stood still. I waited as I watched Quinn fade away, impatiently waiting for a response, my balls sweating up a storm.
I heard an engine rev up and speed away, very loud too, defiantly from the Jaguar that was on my driveway. I heard the loud engine fade away and I knew the coast was clear but I needed a text from Quinn to tell me it was alight. Waiting at the door, I kept glancing at my phone every second fixed on the idea that the second I look away I will get a text. No messages came.
Maybe she forgot, I thought, but she isn't one to do that.
I texted her but no response came. I did this every couple minutes and after 20 minutes I didn't get a response. I wanted to talk to her so why is she making me wait?
Taking a deep breath, I tiptoed out of my room to the pool house front door, trying to see if I saw any more figures through the windows. I didn't see anyone not been Quinn but the lights were still bright through the beige curtains. Quietly opening the pool house door, I crept out gently pulling back the door and locking it with the pool house key. I ran to the back kitchen door and I opened it looking around the entire room. I do a long glance around the kitchen and I tiptoe to the dining room but I can't find her.
"Looking for Quinn?" I heard the voice of someone I rather not see.
I turn around to see Blaine, who looked like a different man than I saw a month ago. He grew his hair out a bit, he had a neat goatee, a piercing on his left lobe and his eyebrow, and the strangest feature that was most defiantly new was his built up arms.
Stood there with my mouth open, shocked that he was just there. I almost wanted it cry, the pain to unleash it was right there. Footsteps to my left, turning my head to see Quinn in the hall coming towards us, her eyes swollen and mouthed sorry to me.
I turned back to Blaine, someone who didn't have the smile I fell in love with. He clenched his fists and stood before me like he was six feet tall but I saw no anger.
"Quinn can you give us a moment?" he asked Quinn, who nodded and walked away to the back door off the pool house. We were alone again, the silence felt between us like three feet of snow.
He walked up to me, I stood still, his face next to my own. Bones cracked hearing his fist clench up near me. His breathing heaved down my neck, making a warm shiver feel down my neck.
"What-what do you want Blaine?" I whispered.
"I want my kids," he said, his arms crossed and his voice didn't even stutter to see me "I want my boys now, like you're in any way fit to have them." When he said those words, only hurt tingled in my body.
"Blaine just leave now," I said, forcing confidence in my voice, "if you don't I'm calling the cops."
Blaine just smiled, his hands pleading innocence, "Oh Kurt, you are going to call the cops, okay do it than," said Blaine, but it sounded like he was calling my bluff, "Call them, I dare you."
I grabbed m cellphone and fumbled it open, dialing only the 9 and the 1 but Blaine put his hand on my phone, " Call them and you could end up in jail tonight, " he said looking up to my eyes, his face looking.
"How? By telling them my husband is drunk and driving?"
He huffed hard, noticeably smelling the Jack Daniels on his breath," Well there's child endangerment when we fought and were constantly high around them, neglect in some cases, drug use, oh and failing to mention that you are fucking insane," he said with a smirk.
I clicked my phone off, and walked away from Blaine, disgusted and angry, trying to ignore him as I went toward the back door.
"Where are you going Kurt, we were just getting started,"
I was angry, angry at Blaine, but most of all, I was mad at myself. I started this whole mess yet I can't end it. I should end it.
On the ball of my foot, I turned to him," Okay Blaine, then if we were getting started but now let us let it end. I am going to assume that you want a divorce or you want the kids or whatever but this whole passive aggressive attitude from you isn't helping. I may have cheated on you but you not the victim in this relationship. You-you abused me verbally and physically, you were intoxicated, you denied couples therapy, and you left without even emailing me or even the kids. I never knew where you were and when I did finally see you at home, you were fucking some guy with a Jaguar on my drivew-"
" And you didn't?" he yelled back, interrupting me. " how do you think it made me feel, finding you in our bed with a stranger when I was with the kids? What makes you so special? I was distraught, angry , disgusted ….so many things… yet you insist that you're the victim? Who the hell are you because you aren't the Kurt I married?" he pointed his shaking finger down at me, but his angry face never faded.
" I ask myself the same question too Blaine but I don't get up and leave to God knows where!"
" Again being the effervescent hypocrite Kurt! Don't you ever get tired of your bullshit?" he asked, his eye squinted and head cocked to the side. I swallowed air.
We were at each others throats, but Blaine was pointing his finger hard shouting, pacing around me. I stood still, my hand on my throat.
" I did it for the boys, Blaine. I wasn't the one who punched their husband and got drunk in front of his children." I choked out, but my voice was strong. " I may be the wrong in this family, but I didn't leave when the going got tough, like you did. I didn't resort to violence and I sure as hell didn't desert my children by choice! If you think I'm weak fine, but I'm a father ad I am damned if my children safety doesn't come first."
He stared at me, as he grabbed an envelope on the table and handed it over to me.
"Im just giving you a taste of your own slutty medicine," he said, his voice oozing, especially emphasizing slutty "Give me the cash you grabbed from my wallet. Unless you spent it on pretty pills for yourself," He said, extending his hand out.
" Is that what you think I am, your gold digger? I didn't steal any of your money," I said.
" Where did you go then? I was at the house for two days with him… where were you?"
" Uh mostly the doctor's, then the insurance of-"
" The doctors?" He looked confused, his eyebrows squashed together.
" Yeah it was for Joshua but they didn't cover his insurance so that's why I went to the insurance office."
"What do you mean for Joshua? His pills are already paid through my insurance. "
It hit me that he didn't know yet. I didn't call him that night maybe because I was utterly focused on Joshua, "They aren't exactly for his pills…," I said. I told him to sit on Quinn's sofa, plopping him down on a sofa. I sat next to him and muttered, "Joshua…tried to kill himself."
Blaine looked up to me shocked, "He tried to kill himself? He-he what?"
I face toward him but he hides his head, "Blaine, come on, we haven't been in his life for a while what do you think? I have his letter if you want to read it." I said, fumbling for it out of my coat pocket, handing the folded paper to him. Looking up, he snatched it and grazed his eyes over Joshua's neat writing. He didn't even finish halfway when he started to cry, putting his hand over his mouth, clenched his eyes and the letter.
I rubbed Blaine back and he started to cry in my arms. I didn't feel awkward and I don't think he felt it either. I clung closer, shedding a tear but I let Blaine feel his grief.
After ten minutes, Blaine, pushed off of my arms and stood up, rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat. He had his back to me and I still sat confused what he was going to do next. I didn't know where to go from there but he exactly knew since he hastily grabbed his cellphone and made a call. He said a mumbled couple of 'years' and 'okay' ending with a "Yeah, I love you."
"Kurt I'm going to leave, alright?" said Blaine, walking up to the front door and grabbing his jacket and shuffling his shoes on. I realized he was leaving and I ran up to the door blocking his path.
"Where do you think you're going? You are finally here and you were obviously looking for me…al and hand me an envelope."
"And you told me that my son tried to die, which you should of told me a long time ago," Blaine said, his brow furrowed, pushing me out of his way. "If you want to talk to me than call my lawyer."
"Blaine I'm not calling your father, he won't even pick up ever."
"You tried calling my father?"
"I wanted to know where you were, but you never answered your phone. He was my only other contact."
"Never call him again, okay? My lawyer's number is in here," said Blaine sternly, pointing to the envelope. It read, Anderson and Anderson Law. So now my father-in-law is just a lawyer to me.
"But don't you want to see your kids? That's why you came here in the first place. They are in the pool house, I could wake them, but they really want to see you again." I said, my body acting like the Berlin wall between him and the door.
"Fine, fine I will see them but I can't for long,"
I don't question why, but I have a feeling that he needs to go home to his boy toy.
We go to the pool house, finding Quinn asleep on the sofa. Anxious is what I would describe Blaine when we tiptoed in the boys bedroom. I school the boys to wake up, Joshua awoke first, and his tired brother awoke second. Blaine bent down to Joshua, eye level, since Joshua could barely sit up.
"Hey Josh," said Blaine, he was smiling, making me smile.
"Hi Dad," said Joshua, "Where were you?"
"I went on a trip but now I'm back," said Blaine, smoothly. He was nervous but his dad mask helped cover it up, "I heard what happened."
"Father told you?" said Joshua, rubbing his eyes with his left hand. Both arms were covered in thick white casts. "Are you mad?"
"Never…it wasn't your fault son,"
"Are you angry at Father?"
I actually wanted to know the answer too.
"Josh it doesn't concern you." Which was the worst thing you could say to him.
"Why?"
"Its adult stuff Josh, don't worry." Blaine said, rubbing his hand into Joshua's head.
Blaine stood up to the top bunk and gave sleepy Nathan a kiss and asked how he was. Nathan reply was a mumble but he wrapped his dad in the big hug, pulling Blaine in, but Nat instantly fell asleep in their embrace but Blaine kept hugging the warm little body.
"Dad," said Joshua, "Can you come here?"
Blaine took Nathan off him and re-tucked him into bed. He bent down to look at Josh.
"What is it bud?"
"Dad if you don't want to be here then why are you pretending?" said Joshua, looking at Blaine straight in the eye. The honest question sent me into a panic.
"I do want to be here son, what makes you think that?" asked Blaine, glaring at me in between. He didn't look happy because his fake smile wasn't present.
" Well you were gone for a bunch of weeks and I guess I thought when you didn't come to see me than you probably just didn't want to be there, "said Joshua, looking down at both of his casts, " If you are here now are you just pretending to love Father or are you here because you were forced too?"
Blaine lips were pursed, and got up and walked out of the door, stomping loudly with every step. Before I could say anything the door slammed, leaving Joshua hanging and I as well.
I walked to Joshua, sniffling quietly in his bed. I sat at his bedside and slide up to beside him, lying down.
"I love you Joshua, always remember that. Your father and I are going through a rough patch but please if you do worry and do get scared please and always tell me. Don't suppress it or anything okay and please, please, don't ever try to go away again." I said, tears running down my face, wrapping him up with my arm.
"Father, I don't know if I can," Joshua cried, tears still rolling.
"It's okay," I say, kissing his head. Closing our eyes, I fell asleep in the arms of innocent while hell was storming over.
