Hi everyone once again I'm sorry for the insanely long wait, this will be the last part of Chapter 26 then we'll be on Chapter 27. I want to thank everyone for their reviews and favorites and all their support, I think we're moving towards the end. I don't know quite yet if were really close or just beginning the end... so I don't know if that's confusing or not but the point is the end is near. Thank you to: PojaTheDinosaur, JMarieAllenPoe, rinswan, Flobouille93, Greta Darken, LaurenEP18, gleefan263, and LeBeauAJ for your reviews on last chapter. Also I left the poll open two extra days and we got four responses. Three for Yes Burt will put Kurt in a mental home and 1 for No. But I get final say, so thank you to those people who responded. You'll find out my decision at the end of the chapter. That being said here is Part 3 of Chapter 26: Blow the Candles Out
Chapter 26
Part 3: Blow the Candles Out
(Three Weeks Later)
Blaine's P.O.V
It has been three weeks and still none of the Glee club was talking to me. Why couldn't they just understand, Kurt had to get better and right now the best thing for him was for me to be out of his life. Did they think it was easy for me to not be in his life? Every moment of every day I'm dying inside because I want to be with him. I want to see him and hold him. At the very least know if he was okay. It was killing me not having any news. I had to find someone who would be willing to tell me something!
The end of the day bell tolled and I jumped up from my seat in Biology. I gathered up my books and with a quick goodbye to my lab partner Tiffany I ran out of the room. I looked around the busy hallway in search for one person in particular; I spotted her standing next to her girlfriend at the Latina's locker. With a sigh I decided to give it a shot anyway. I ran up to Brittana full of hope. "Hey guys," I said and the girls stopped talking. Britney just looked at me then down at her hands. Santana fixed me with the coldest glare and crossed her arms across her chest. "Um, Britney could I talk to you for a second."
"No, I don't talk to mean people," she said and I blinked.
"But Britney, I thought we were friends,"
"Well we were but then you broke me sweet unicorn's heart so..." she shrugged and lifted her eyebrow.
"I wanted to talk to you about Kurt," I told her but Santana moved in front of Britney so that she was standing between us.
"Why? It's not like you care about him at all or else you wouldn't have ditched him in the middle of something like this hobbit," Santana said and I sighed.
"How many times do I have to tell people, I broke up with Kurt to help him?" I exclaimed and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Come on helmet head! In what reality does that make a lick of sense?" She asked and I swallowed. Sometimes Santana can make you feel like you're as small as a speck of dust. But maybe if I just explained it...
"He's only doing this to himself because he's intimidated by all the attention I get from other guys, but it's not like I ask for it! I love him! But clearly that's not enough to convince Kurt that he's my one and only!" I told them and Santana looked at me like she was disgusted. Britney looked like she was really trying to figure something out but not getting it at all. Santana shook her head.
"Okay where do I even begin with you!" she asked herself and I looked at Britney who was looking from Santana to me, even more confused then she was before. "First of all, how conceded does someone have to be to actually believe that Kurt would almost kill himself just because a couple boys think that your all that?" She asked and I opened my mouth to say that that's what I don't understand but she cut me off. "Now I know you were a big deal at Dalton or whatever but believe me short stack you're not all that and a bag of chips! Heck the only guy who is pursuing you is that Sebastard Smythe and that guy would fuck a tree if there wasn't a perky little ass around! So climb off that high horse of yours and realize that you're more in love with yourself then with Kurt! Maybe that's why Kurt did this, because he just wants you to love him just a fraction as much as you love yourself! You say he's your one and only but if that were true, you'd see what everyone else sees, that Kurt is a fiery, talented, and yes I'll say it, fine piece of boy. And the fact that he's effeminate only makes him an individual and all the more interesting. YOU are lucky to have him, not the other way around." She said and then turned to look at Britney who was nodding along in agreement. "Let's go Brit, we've got Glee, I suspect you'll be too busy having a "well duh" moment to be there," Santana said to me before grabbing Britney's hand and walking down the hall towards the choir room. Once again I was left standing in the hall but this time the sting wasn't on my face, it was in my heart.
(Meanwhile)
Kurt's P.O.V
"Well, well, well... look at this, Kurt Hummel in high security lock down," Andrew said as he wheeled a medicine cart into my room. He was blurry but I could tell it was him; it had been him for the past couple of times. How long have I been here? I had lost count, it could have been hours, it could have been days, I may have been in this bed for years, I didn't know. "Are you ready for your medicine?" he asked and I tried to speak but I couldn't the only thing that came out was a small squeak. "I love it Kurt, I mean you thought you were all big and bad but who's all high and mighty now?" Drew asked as he filled a syringe with some blue stuff. I tried to pull away but I couldn't move my arms, I squeaked again as he came towards me. "I must say Kurt, for a nut case, you bite pretty hard, that night you attacked that boy, I was one of the guys who grabbed you and, damn, you can bite!" Andrew said as he tapped the needle of the shot and sat on the side of my bed.
"Bl..." I muttered and Drew looked down at me with a groan.
"Oh quit your whining that boy left you, so quit pinning after him!" Drew said and I looked around the small room I had been moved too. There was no window just a bed, some machines, and a door. "Now, stay still and take your medicine," he said as he lifted my sleeve to reveal my shoulder. Next thing I knew I felt the familiar stab of the needle before the medicine was pushed into my system along with nutrients, and the other drugs Drew had been stuffing me with.
"That's a tranquilizer, it should calm you down." He said with a chuckle. I knew that he had been filling me with tranquilizers that I wasn't prescribed and more times a day then when I was prescribed them. That's why I couldn't talk, and that's why I could barely keep my eyes open. But I didn't care, he could tranquilize me to death, it would be easier to let him do it, because when I finally get out of here if I'm still alive, I'll have to do it myself. "Oh by the way, guess who wasn't in their room this morning," he said and I struggled to keep my eyes open. "Our very own Megan, it seems she's escaped." He said and I felt a sense of pride fill me. Megan got out; I hope she will be okay. I hope she'll go somewhere far away from her father and be happy with her freedom. I now knew that I could not join her, because there was no happiness out there for me. The only happiness I had to look forward to was in death. "Well maybe she got out, but you're not going anywhere, but a mental home, your daddy's down stairs signing your freedom away right now." Drew said and I looked at him. He looked at my eyes and let out a chuckle, "And you're so wacked out you don't even care!" he said as if it was hilarious. He laughed as he reached up and pet my hair before smacking me hard across the face. When I didn't do anything he laughed again and got up from the bed and wheeled the cart out of the room before locking the door and leaving me alone.
I looked at the blurry colors and lines of the room that I knew where just the tranquilizers playing with my mind.
"Blow the candles out," I heard someone slur. Their voice was far away and dead sounding. "Been black and blue before, there's no need to explain, I am not the jaded kind playback's such a waste." Then I heard him in my mind, Blaine, and I was back on that stage singing with him.
Blaine gazed at me lovingly: "You're invisible, invisible to me; my wish is coming true, erase the memory of your face." I reached out and my hand touched the soft palm of his.
"I... I..." I muttered.
"What is it Kurt?" I heard and blinked to see my father holding my hand and looking down at me, behind him was the doctor.
"I... I... Bl... Blaine... I..." I fell into sweet darkness.
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