A/N:Dang it, a day late. I actually finished this at 1 AM this morning... and forgot to send it to my beta. My bad.
Anyways, I really could use your guys opinions on what I should have happen. Just... read the bottom authors note, I've got some questions for you all. And enjoy. And as you guys can probably tell from the chapter title, ANOTHER FLASHBACK THIS CHAPTER! YAY! I love developing Blaine's past. Even if it's terrible. This is, I love angst. And thus, I love making characters suffer... and, I'm rambling. If anyone actually reads these rambles, you can have a cookie.
ALSO, I really just have to say... wow.
That's it. Wow.
I can't believe I've actually gotten past 50,000 words with this story. Not including the authors notes, I'd say I had around 52,000-53,000. I have a document of the full story and haven't added this chapter yet, but it'd be around there. Not positive. But, back on topic, this is the most I've ever written for a story. I usually give up by now. But I want to thank all of my reads that have encouraged me to continue, or I'd have likely lost inspiration.
I currently have 166 reviews, 39,026 hits, 142 favorites, and 295 alerts. That honestly amazes me. I just want to say thank you to all of you for being really supportive and putting up with my terrible updating schedual! I'm really doing my best to update every other day again. And let's pretend I uploaded this yesterday... I'll have another chapter up tomorrow, or, I'll do my best. Not sure. Depends on if I fall asleep again, and if Redrosegal's internet works at her Grandma's. *prays to grilled cheezus and merlin it does*
Well, I'm done my rambling now! :D Enjoy~
Their lips fit together perfectly, as though they were two pieces to a puzzle. And as cliché as it was, Kurt really felt that it was true. He felt… complete this way, with Blaine's lips on his. As though it was meant to be this way. And it made him feel perfect.
The kiss wasn't anything intense – passionate and full of love, yes, but Kurt wasn't comfortable doing something like shoving his tongue down another guy's throat (the thought made him shiver a bit). To Kurt, it was wonderful and amazing just like this. Just a few soft pecks to the other's lips, and their lips moving softly against each other.
But of course, nothing good can last forever. And it seemed, especially not for Kurt.
They stayed together for what felt like a lifetime to Kurt, both boys taking in the feeling of their lips being pressed softly against the others, their eyes closed. Their hands didn't move from their positions, Blaine's staying around Kurt's waist, Kurt's around Blaine's neck.
Kurt then moved his right hand to play with the bottom of Blaine's hair, not noticing how Blaine tensed slightly at the action. But when he moved it fully up, his fingers twining into the others hair, Blaine took a sharp intake of breath, and pulled back harshly, scrambling up against the headboard of Kurt's bed.
Hands dropping down, Kurt watched Blaine' retreating form, internally scolding himself. 'Your such an idiot, why would you do that! Now you probably lost the best friendship you've ever had with a guy'. Making a move towards the boy who now had his arms wrapped around his legs, pulling them close to his face, Blaine's head lifted to look at Kurt, fear visible in his eyes.
The moment Kurt made to move towards Blaine, feeling concerned for him, Blaine hopped off of the bed, heading towards the door. Or… more like sprinting towards the door. He stumbled slightly, falling against the door before he could actually pull it open. Wincing, he pushed back and made to open the door when an arm grabbed his.
Spinning around, Blaine yanked his arm out of Kurt's grip, shaking slightly. Shocked, Kurt backs up, holding his hands in the air, and wincing slightly at Blaine's reaction. Moments ago, he felt like the king of the world… now, it felt like everything had been ripped away from him.
And it had, by the one person who actually made him feel that good.
But at the moment, he found it somewhat hard to care about himself. Looking at Blaine's hands shaking as they attempted to pull open the door, his frown deepened. Blaine's hands were too shaky and sweaty to even successfully turn the knob. Taking in a deep breath, Kurt moved forward and placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder.
The response was anything but good.
Blaine turned around, shoving Kurt into the wall beside the door, and made a run for the window by Kurt's bed. Throwing it open, he managed to easily maneuver himself onto the closest branch and hop down, making his way to run down the street threw the rain, sobs raking his body.
Kurt watched everything happen, shocked. He winced as he stood up straight again, clutching his left arm. Despite Blaine being small, he was really strong. Moving his hand up to his head, he clutched the bridge of his nose as tears began to flow from his eyes. His head hurt from the impact against the wall, and his shoulder felt like it might have been dislocated, but he didn't care.
Sure, Kurt had been rejected before, but not like that, and not after he had kissed them. The silent boy had gotten his hopes up, only to knock them back down so quickly. He had taken Kurt's first-kiss-that-counted, and made it something he thought he'd never want to remember… if only because what happened afterwards would be enough to make him cry, even thirty years from now.
Kurt had felt everything all those sappy romance novels he read had talked about. The weird butterflies in his stomach, the fireworks, the feeling that nothing could ever be better. But… from what he could tell, Blaine hadn't. No, Blaine had seemed ashamed in himself for kissing him. He seemed as though it was the worst thing he had ever done. He couldn't even open up the freaking door knob, he was shaking so much.
Feeling defeated, Kurt re-gripped his arm and made his way over to his bed, only to remember that that was where it had all started. The thought only made him sob harder. So instead, he just collapsed onto the cold, hardwood flooring of his bedroom and cried himself to sleep.
The dark-haired boy continued to run, arms wrapped around his body, and rain making it hard to tell he was crying. His bare feet slammed hard against the cool, hard pavement, stray pebbles occasionally banging against his skin. His feet ached, and he felt lightheaded from sobbing, but he didn't know where to go. He'd gone to Kurt's because he had told him he could always go there… but now he was trying to get away from Kurt.
Before he could even figure out how he managed to get there, he found himself outside the Berry home, ringing the doorbell. His arms were wrapped around himself, his head down as he willed the tears to stop falling. He felt like such an idiot, but he just needed to get out of there. He just had to.
After a moment, he heard footsteps coming up to the door. He kept his head down as a smiling Hiram Berry took one look at him and frowned, pulling him inside. He wrapped an arm around Blaine, walking him over to the main room and calling down Rachel.
"Oh, Blaine, are you okay?" he asked, Leroy walking in at hearing his husband's frantic shout for their daughter. Leroy took one look at Blaine and ran upstairs to grab a towel and a spare change of his clothing, seeing as the pair that he had borrowed from Kurt was now thoroughly soaked from both tears and the rain. "What happened to you? You were just up and… gone this morning."
Hiram hadn't expected an answer, and simply sat down next to the boy, rubbing his shoulders in an attempt to warm him up.
But Blaine didn't feel cold. More than anything, he felt numb. He didn't look up when Rachel frantically ran down the stairs, questions running from her mouth, or when Leroy wrapped a warm, dry towel around him. He didn't accept the clothes he was handed, and he didn't even try to listen to the family that had welcomed him in.
After a little while, the whole of the Berry family grew quiet – even Rachel. Everyone simply sat around Blaine, who currently was lying down with his head in Hiram's lap. While he had stayed with the Berry's he had grown closer to them than he ever had his own family. They felt more like his family to him than his own. And honestly, he was happy about that. He didn't want to consider his family his family. And despite what many people may say about them having brought him into this world and given him shelter, he didn't care.
They may be his mother and his father, but they'd never be his mom and his dad.
Sure, biologically, they were his parents. He couldn't deny that, unless they had adopted him or something, but he highly doubted that – he was an almost exact replica of his dad, but got his curly hair from his mom. But, to him, they would never truly be his family.
If you went by the definition of 'A group consisting of parents and children living together in a household', then sure, they were a family. But to Blaine, a family was a group of people who unconditionally cared for one another. The Berry's had taken him in, no questions asked. They didn't scold him for leaving without telling them, or try and pry out information he didn't want to tell. They let him cry silently until he drifted off to sleep, too tired and empty to do anything else.
Kurt woke up two hours later to a knock on the door. He quickly scrambled off of the floor, trying his best not to remember why he had fallen asleep there. But of course, the second he woke up, everything flooded back into his mind, making him want to cry again.
Sniffling a bit, he quickly did his best to compose himself before going and opening the door.
"Hey Kurt, is Blaine stayin' the night, or does he need a ride ho-…" Burt stopped when he looked around the room, raising an eyebrow. "Wait a second, where is that kid?"
Kurt sniffled again, wrapping his arms around him. "Gone," he mumbled, looking back over towards the window, the image of a scared Blaine jumping to the tree right outside of it fresh in his mind. His dad fallowed his line of vision, a shocked expression on his face.
"Woah, woah, woah. Are you saying he jumped from the second story window?" he asked, disbelief in his voice. Without turning around, Kurt nodded his head and walked over towards the window, closing it and the curtain. There was a small puddle of rain on his floor now, and the windowsill was soaked.
The rain had lessened, but as Kurt looked out the window, a crash of thunder could be heard in the distance, followed by a bolt of lightning. The teen rested his elbow on the cold wood, his head in his hand and watched the light flash in the sky.
Worried, Burt made his way over, almost slipping on the water. "Is everything okay, kid?" he asked, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. No answer. "I'll take that as a no…" he mumbled quietly to himself, before saying louder, "Anything I can do?"
Kurt simply slid his head in his hand to look down and frowned. "Not unless you can turn back time," he whispered, not even caring if his father heard him. Pushing gently past his father, he shakily walked over to his bed and collapsed. Sighing, Burt fallowed and sat at the edge like he use to when Kurt was sick as a kid.
"Kurt, you're scaring me here, kiddo. What happened after you guys came upstairs? Did you guys have a fight or something?" Kurt simply slipped under his blanket, throwing it over his head and mumbled a quiet 'go away'. Sighing, Burt stood up and made to exit the room. When he reached the stairs that led to the door, he turned around and frowned at his son.
"I'll be in the living room if you wanna talk, okay? I'm worried about you, Kurt, and who knows, maybe I can actually help ya. But I can't unless you talk to me." And with that, he made his way back upstairs and lay down on the couch, Kurt being in the front most of his mind as he watched the football game.
Laughing, Blaine turned towards the boy next to him and smiled as they walked out of the school auditorium.
"Thanks for coming with me, Ethan. I actually had a really good time tonight," he smiled, his arm hooked around the other boy's. Ethan had short, brown hair that was brushed completely forward, his bangs reaching down to just above his eyes. There were a few blond-ish streaks in his hair, and the moon made his hair seem to be tinted auburn.
The two were both dressed in similar looking suits. They were the classic black suits, black pants, the only difference being their ties. While Ethan had on a thin black tie, Blaine had decided to go with a hot pink one as a joke between him and his only friend at school. He also had on the hot pink sunglasses he had gotten him for his last birthday, him and Ethan both trying to tick of the homophobes of their school as much as possible.
Pulling the sunglasses off with his free hand, he tucked them into his pocket and the two made their way over to the parking lot. Ethan's dad had offered to pick the two up, Blaine claiming his parents had work when in reality, they didn't even know he'd left. 'Not that they'd care if they knew I'd left without permission' he thought, annoyed.
"You okay, Blaine?" Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow. Blaine quickly realized he'd been scowling, and smiled softly at him.
"Yeah, sorry, just spaced out for a second," he answered. Ethan knew by now not to pry into Blaine's life. The other boy was pretty quiet, and Ethan had quickly learned not to even try to get more information than Blaine would tell you free-handedly; he'd simply give you the cold shoulder until you changed the subject.
"Who knew we'd actually have fun at a Sadie Hawkins dance," Ethan joked, trying to lighten the mood. He heard Blaine chuckle beside him, but the sound was quickly drowned out by a deeper laugh.
"Oh, I dunno, there's still time to change that. The night's not ever yet."
Both boys dropped each others arms before simultaneously spinning around in fear. When they saw more than half the football team there, the two began to back up, not able to take their eyes off of the group.
The members of the group that usually wore dark-blue Letterman jackets were currently all wearing different colored dress shirts that ranged from white (like Blaine and Ethan) to the school's dark blue coloring, to blood red.
And of course, the quarterback and leader of the group was wearing a blood red shirt, which kind of scared the shit out of the two boys.
Most of the team's suit coats lay forgotten a few feet back. A few still had them on, and Max – the quarterback – had his slung over his shoulder. They all had wicked smirks on their faces, the group behind him looking as though they were tigers, waiting to pounce on their pray. Max held one of his arms out, signaling for the group to wait as he walked forward.
Before either of them could move, Max dropped his jacket and grabbed both of their ties. Blaine looked down at the fist that gripped his tie as it slowly moved upwards, gripping the knot. Ethan was currently in the same position as Blaine, and Max was just smirking wickedly as the team took a few steps forward, the left tackle grabbing Blaine's shoulders and the wide receiver grabbing Ethan's.
Blaine began to shake a bit, causing Max and the others to laugh. "Aww, poor little Anderson want his mommy and daddy to come save him?" Max cooed jokingly as he pulled on his tie to look him straight in the eyes, the sneer evident on his face. Blaine tried to pull out of their grasp and punch Max in his face, causing the boy to flinch back slightly before laughing.
"Oh that's right, little Blainey-baby's parents don't want to deal with a little fag like him, do they?" Blaine growled in response. Blaine's parents never got involved with anything in school, not even when he was a kid. When he was younger, people thought it was just because they were busy with work, but when he came out… they thought it was because he was gay.
"Leave him alone, Maxwell!" Ethan shouted, a small smirk on his own face. Max dropped Blaine's tie, instead moving in on Ethan.
"What, defending your little boyfriend now, are you, Collins?" he growled, reaching up to grab Ethan's hair and yank it backwards. Ethan winced a bit, but didn't make any noises of pain, which made Max growl. "You wanna play, huh, Collins?" And with that, Max drew back his fist and punched Ethan straight in the face.
The Wide Receiver – James – dropped Ethan and let him fall to the ground, clutching his now bleeding nose. The ring on Max's hand had also sliced his upper lip. Max knelt down in front of Ethan and smirked.
"You guys go teach Collin's here a lesson. Luke and I've got Ander-shit here." Standing up, he gave Ethan a harsh kick in the ribs, causing the boy to groan. The team went over and hoisted Ethan up by his arms, dragging him to the other side of the parking lot causing Blaine to shout out for the first time since the attack started.
"Stop it! Leave him alone! Ethan! ETHA-" Blaine was cut off when a fist made contact with his head. Luke – the left tackle – held Blaine still as Max's fist made contact with the side of his head, the emerald ring slicing his head effectively. Blaine screamed out in pain, which just made Max grin.
Luckily, before Max could do anything else, the sound of a car was heard. The lights shinned towards Blaine as he groaned, feeling faint. Without even touching it, he knew there was blood. He could feel it running from a bit behind his ear to the back of his head.
"Run!" Max shouted to the other group beating on Ethan. Luke quickly dropped Blaine to the ground, who groaned in pain. He tried to move to sit up, but his arms couldn't support him and he dropped back down. He heard footsteps running over to him, and the sound of what he thought was Ethan's dad.
"Hello? 911? Yes, I need you to hurr –"
The rest of the conversation was a blur to Blaine, who was doing his best to stay awake. The more time that went by, the harder that mission was. After what felt like hours, Mr. Collins knelt down next to Blaine, and held his head up.
"Stay awake for me, okay Blaine? Where's Ethan?" Fear and panic were evident in his voice, but so was determination. Determination to keep both boys alive.
" 'm tired…" he mumbled, groaning from the pain in his head.
"I know Blaine, I know. Where's Ethan, can you tell me?"
Shakily, Blaine lifted his hand and pointed towards the other side of the parking lot, his hand quickly dropping back down. Mr. Collins nodded, reminded Blaine to stay awake once more, and ran over to his son. Blaine managed to stay awake until the ambulance came, when he blacked out.
Blaine jolted awake, tears strolling down his face. The Berry's were looking at him in concern, having been woken up by the boy's screaming for Ethan, groans, and just regular shouts. Blaine rubbed the scar on his head that he had been worried Kurt would discover, and proceeded to sob again.
He sobbed for Kurt, who he knew he had hurt. But mostly, he sobbed for Ethan, the boy who had lost his life that night. And it was all his fault.
A/N: *has Single Ladies stuck in his head* the CIT's in my camp (me) are dancing to it for the talent competition... and the ENTIRE TIME, I had Chris Colfer dancing to it in my head. His sparkly costume and everything. ANYWAYS, randomness aside, I have a few questions.
1 - Never been kissed. I'm not sure what I should do for that - keep the Karofsky kiss or not... I want your feedback on that, see what you guys want. If we went with no, I'd just have another major event with Karofsky that would out him to Kurt and/or Blaine most likely. Not exactly at the same time, but at some point in the story. Any ideas, please~
2 - Blaine's history. I feel like I need more than him getting beaten up all the time. So, any ideas you guys have for him, feel free to tell me~ I can't use them all, seeing as I don't want him to have this super huge major complex background, but I'll do my best to use as many as I can. And I'd credit you if I used your idea, too~
3 - ROCKY HORROR. That's the next episode. I'm having a week between now and then (so, it's the weekend now, then a week with a glee assignment I need to come up with(suggestions?), THEN Rocky Horror that next week) but I feel the need to start planning it. My main concern... who should Blaine be? Redrosegal and I were thinking frankenfurter... like, he'd never seen Rocky Horror and Puck tricked him into doing it or something. Kurt's still being Riff Raff, and whosoever character Blaine takes will be given another, maybe double up characters like they did in Glee. But don't worry about him singing and stuff... *evil plot* I'm not giving anything away, but he'll be able to perform. Trust me. But, ya, I need a character for Blaine, or, if you guys don't want him to, I can just have him sit out for it. Lemme know what you think!
4 - Just, ANY suggestions. Whether it be a song for a character to sing, a glee assignment, or an event between characters, let me know. Just... no suggestions on how Kurt and Blaine get together. Redrosegal and I already planned that out *evil face* Jeeze, I feel like my beta's helping me write this... but ya, ANY ideas you guys have, feel free to let me know, I'd really love to hear them! Any ideas I can incorperate, I will! The suggestions don't have to do with Klaine, they can be any Glee events or romances. Just lemme know! At the moment, all the pairings are as they were for up to Duets. Which means there's Quam and Fichel for right now. Should I have 'em brake up, or no? I need your guys opinions and stuff! Because I really don't know...
So, I think that's about it.
Aria657 - LUCKYYYY. I just put AVPM and AVPS on my ipod last night, it's nice for the bus ride to camp when I'm sleepy. I still need to get the rest of the music... And pssh, of COURSE it's there fault! They hypnotized me to do it all. I did NOTHING. And haha, less emo and suicidal... I just had to make him emo again. But, there should only be like, one more chapter of angst or so. Not sure yet. I always stop my chapters around 3,000 words, so depends on how much I delve into the two's minds, and if I have any more flashbacks. But thank you, and I hope you enjoy :3
Klaine . is . bigger . than . Glee - it is about time. They take there good, sweet time with stuff like this though, just look at the show! And haha... I had to do it. I'm sorry xD It'll all be joy and klainebows soon though! I PROMISEEEEE.
Sarahamanda - Thank you :D
- *hides* I'M SORRYYYY. The week after school ended, camp started, and I have to wake up at seven and don't get back until 5. And then I'm sleepy. I write this while I'm half asleep, staying up until one due to Redrosegal's nagging xD I'll do better to upload sooner! And hey, POTTERMORE IN OCTOBER! It's not like it's all over! :D
Rumbledork - Aww, thank you, that's really nice of you ^^ And hahaha... most people get depressed when they write angst... I don't. I can go straight from writing this, to skipping around my house... if I wasn't so tired, that is. But angst doesn't depress me... I've never cried while writing/reading/watching someone xD My friends call me emotionless... I think my emotions are just confused, and find angst to be entertaining xD And at the moment, no, redrosegal beta's everything, and none of my friends really *go* on fanfic, but I'll let you know if I find anyone that does!
uriah cullen - Hahaha... I make you suffer now. There's no Klaine, and everyone hurts D: And sorry about the long, almost-month-long gap... I feel really bad ^^'
Annie24601 - Eventually, young grasshopper... patience is virtue. Why am I talking like a wise old man? I am neither wise, nor old...
pryalovesstories - Aww, thank you! :3 But, the sweetness just rotted... into angst... and depression...l and drama. Funny thing is, I hate real like drama. Like, despise. And yet... I write it. A lot. I am soo weird...
And on a random side not, "Guys like Potter" is a wonderful song, well, I like the scene it's in. It makes me love Severus even more... He's my favorite Harry Potter character, just so you know. I'm still upset that they left some of his memories out of DHP2... BUT HE LOOKED SO FREAKIN' ADORABLE AS A KID!... even if they got his clothing wrong. They made him seem RICH, when he's not suppose to me. And it urks me. If I remember correctly, he was wearing an apron or something...
SIDE TRACKED AGAIN! *facepalmheaddesk*
Well, I hope you enjoyed, and if not... well then, I don't see why you're reading something you don't enjoy?
DON'T KILL ME WITH PITCHFORKS FOR MESSING UP THEIR RELATIONSHIP RIGHT WHEN IT SEEMS FIXED! D: *runs and hides for cover*
~Joshua *in hiding*