HAHAHAH. Betcha didnt see that one coming.
By that one, I dont mean the content of this lame ass chapter which I again decided not to make elaborate or even important because yknow, it's just the Yule Ball and we haven't been building up... oh. Right.
You'll notice the chapter title. Lol, end? We havent even seen everyone's POV of the ball? Wtf, Blaine? Srsly? You already let yourself be sucked away from the going ons? Stop it, Blaine, you are so damn anti social, GOD, get a grip, Dalton.
So you can see I decided to post what of the chapter I managed to write that doesnt suck. And its been 647364743 years. And you'll probably think you're dreaming when you see I updated.
I'm back. And really freakin' hyper. LOVE ME THO.
Oh please dont judge.
I love you guys. If you've come back to continue on this epic crazy stupid journey with me, I applaud you, and love you. Enjoy.
The Party's End.
We were kids. Our mothers sat us down in the living room, and told us to play nicely together while the very important meeting was going on. We werent to go near the drawing room. The curly haired boy was silent, like he always was. I never tried to speak to him until this day. "Hi." I prodded him in the cheek with the toy wand I had been expertly wielding about. "I'm Quinnie. Why dont you say much?"
"I'm Blaine. I dont like it here."
"Why? This is my house. There's nothing wrong here."
"It's cold. I'm scared."
I'd hesitated for a moment, then dropped the wand onto the carpet, and hopped onto the sofa beside him. "Dont worry." I put my arm around him. "I'll keep you safe."
We'd sat like that for almost two hours, Blaine shivering like crazy. He'd finally calmed just before we heard the distant sound of pop!, meaning guests were disapparating. Then, our mothers came back to us, and said Blaine was staying for dinner, that the meeting had gone excellently.
I did not ever know what went on in those meetings, but I didnt question them, I just went along with what my mother told me. Blaine, on the other hand, knew there was something wrong.
Quinn handed the moving photograph to Blaine, smiling sadly. "We were four. You liked Judy's chicken."
"I remember." he nodded. "You, on the other hand..."
"I'm sorry I forgot about you."
Blaine grinned slightly. "That day in Diagon Alley, before first year."
"I said I was sorry, Dalton."
"You also said you'd keep me safe." he whispered. "And yet I feel the furthest from it..."
"I will always - always keep you safe, Blainey." the taller girl placed her arms around his shoulders, like she had eleven years ago. "It's just a ball. One step at a time."
"You say that, when we cant even dance."
She laughed. "We'll sway and look pretty."
"You look beautiful." Blaine reached up, tucking a stray piece of curled hair behind Quinn's ear. "Sam will be jealous."
The only person Quinn wanted to make jealous that night was Rachel. Rachel Berry. The girl she loved. But she wouldnt be there - maybe it was for the best. Seeing her at the ball with some... some guy? Evans? Puckerman? Eugh, no, she shuddered. Couldnt be done. "You're such a good friend, Blaine. Thank you for being there for me throughout this crap." she looked up at him, smiling softly.
"I could say the same for you."
It felt so final, and neither of them could explain why - there was something in the air that night, that followed them around as they accompanied each other on the way to the great hall. Blaine thought it might be odd to be going to a formal ball with Quinn on his arm, not his boyfriend, but honestly, this didnt feel like a party. He resented seeing the couples milling about the hallways, because didnt they understand, there was something so much greater than all of them about to go down -
Maybe he was just being paranoid. But he knew Quinn felt it too.
(..)
"This music is awful," Rachel shouted over the noise in complaint, tugging at Kurt's arm. "I thought the Glee Club was supposed to be providing it?"
"I think Proffesor Shuester came down with a case of the Pixie Pox," he replied gravely. "Serious illness."
"Oh my! I do hope he won't make an appearance here tonight, then. I do not want to catch some kind of disease."
Kurt smiled at her, although he did have to put some effort into this action. To be honest, he was far too worried about Blaine and even Quinn that night to enjoy the Yule Ball, which was a shame considering he'd put so much thought into his outfit from the moment it had been announced. "Thanks for coming with me," he confessed. "Since both of our objects of affection are in this together, it's nice to have a friend that knows what I'm going through. Plus you look fantastic."
Rachel shook her head. "You have it so much worse than I do. You and Blaine... whenever I see you two together..." gesturing vaguely with her hands, she shrugged. "I dont know how to describe it! Words are failing me for quite possibly the first time... but the look in your eyes, the eyes you only have for each other? While not only making me insanely jealous, it gives me hope. Blaine has shown he'd literally die for you! I really just... want to find a love like that."
"Hey," Kurt knew this was a strange time for a relationship heart-to-heart, but it didnt matter. One problem at a time. "I know how much you like Quinn, and I know she likes you, too. You changed your Christmas plans so you could stay at school because she asked you to... Hell, and then you blew off Puckerman and Sam so you could come with me tonight..."
"That just shows how much I personally like her..."
"Quinn was going to ask you on a date. She was going to ask you to the Ball. And, I saw her today - she's wearing a necklace with the letter R. And I don't think it stands for a certain crimson colored candy."
The brunette's eyes widened at the mention of the gift. "I... she... but, I gave her..."
But Kurt didn't catch the rest of her sentance, as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. "Hey, boyfriend."
"Blaine!" he hissed, spinning around. "You... you said keep it on the down low here, and those words definitely weren't low..."
"Oh please," Quinn said, from behind the curly haired Gryffindor Champion. "Brittany and Santana are practically grinding over on the dance floor, you'll be..."
Kurt felt the wound on his hand that Umbridge had made him inflict on himself somehow burn deeper into his flesh. "Yeah, I just dont want to take chances."
"I think Umbridge is the least of our worries tonight," Blaine smirked, scanning the crows around them. "My father is here tonight, apparently."
"So, not a good idea to parade around with your boyfriend..."
"I cant help it when he looks so damn good in his..."
"Oh shut up!" both of the girls groaned at once. Rachel cleared her throat, locking eyes with Quinn for the first time since she'd given her her gift. "Hi... you look lovely."
"You too, Berry..."
Flash.
A white light. Blinding. Burning.
(..)
"It's happening, up at the Ball..." Severus muttered. "I can feel it. It's starting."
"What... already? Why?"
"That... I still have to figure out myself. But I can tell you now, tonight. Is the night. It's happening, Bellatrix."
(..)
"Kurt! Kurt!" Blaine couldn't see anything, the whole room was shaking, but there was no noise, no screams, everything was blank, apart from the burning white hot light. He tried to reach out, but it was like space and time didnt exist, and the only motion was the rumbling...
And then he felt like he was being sucked by a large vent down a steep tunnel. No feeling in his body, no senses, no thoughts, just the sensation of everything falling away from him, as he travelled further and further down through...
Thump.
His head hit the solid, cold stone floor.