I'll be on hiatus from Tuesday to August 7th-ish. I'm normally on hiatus without reason anyway, and for that, I apologize. Sorry dudes. But I will actually be in another country this time! Trapped in a tiny townhouse in a tiny town in rural France, with 10 people, 3 bedrooms, no privacy... And to top it all off, my homophobic and racist grandparents have travelled across the world and they'll be in the house too.

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9:23 - Anderson Residence.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beeeeeep.

A sallow arm reached out and silenced the alarm clock on his bedside locker. The boy rolled over and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The red colour on his walls was harsh in morning. He groggily reached for his phone. He locked at the display.

July 2nd - 9:23 - 3 messages

Blaine slid his thumb gently over the touch screen to unlock it. He opened the first message.

Hey babe. :) See you. Be careful with Santana, pick something that isn't violent for the fight. ;) Love you. ~K xxxxx

A small smile played on the Warblers face. He opened the next message.

Dude. I have. The best. Idea. EVER. Challenge her to a limbo contest! You'll win by default, because you can just walk under the bar each time! -W

He shook his head a chuckled. That was a good idea, apart from the fact that they were the same height. He grinned as he opened his newest message. It was from David.

Harry. Potter. -D.D

How Blaine loved Mr. Davidson at that moment. The curly haired boy dropped his phone back onto his mattress and sat on his bed, facing outwards, feet on the floor. The carpet was soft and scratchy between his toes. The boy took a deep breath and stood up. He reached for a towel on the back of a chair and plodded into the bathroom for a daily shower, taking off his shirt as he closed the door with his foot.


9:45 - Lopez Residence.

The hispanic girl pulled the blonde tighter to her body. The little spoon smiled a smile that no one saw. The big one was happier than anything, just by having the blonde beside her.

"Santana?" the blue eyed girl whispered.

"Yeah, Britt-Britt?" the brown eyed one replied.

"Why are you fighting for Kurt today?"

"To prove that hobbit wrong."

"But what if-"

"Not if, when."

"When you win, what happens to Blaine?"

"Dunno."

"Because, you've been saying that you want Kurt, but you said that you loved me."

"I do love you."

"Then why not give up the fight?"

"It's a matter of pride, Britt."

"Huh?"

"I need people to know I'm strong, Britt. I need people to know who's the Head Bitch."

"But why?"

"I just do, okay?" Santana put all her energy into making sure her voice didn't quiver on that.

"I'd still love you if you gave up the fight, you know."


10:05 - Anderson Residence

Blaine let the hot water run down his body while he thought of ways he could use his knowledge of Harry Potter to destroy Santana. He squirted some purple shampoo into his hand and he worked it into his hair. Think, think... A small smile crept across the wet boys face. He rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his ebony hair and turned off the shower. He opened the shower door and looked around the steam filled room for his navy towel. He wrapped it around his waist and padded back into his room, needing to find something he hadn't used in years.


10:20 - Berry Residence

Rachel Berry turned the key in the lock of her liquor cabinet. Not again.


10:22 - Hummel-Hudson Residence.

A lithe boy was in the kitchen, frying eggs in an old black pan. A taller one crept downstairs, like a moth to flame. The latter went to a cupboard and lifted out two porcelain plates and gently placed them on the countertop. The smaller one flipped two eggs onto one plate, and the last one onto the other.

"Hey Kurt."

"Yes Finn?"

"Aren't you worried about, toy know, the fight?"

"Should I be?"

"Yeah. I mean, if Santana wins, she's gonna do some bad things to you. She'll take your V-card man!" the older boy exclaimed between mouthfuls of egg.

"...Finn, none of that stuff is ever going to happen in the future."

"Including losing your V-Card?"

"Losing it in the future? No, that won't happen."

"But Kurt! You should, I mean, sex is , not soon. Wait until you're married, and stuff... "

"I'm just saying I won't be losing it in the furture."

"But then when?"

"Not in the future, anyway."

"Wait..."

"Hey, look at the time. Gotta get ready."

"Kurt, come back here! I needa talk to you about that hobbit!"


10:30 - Anderson Residence.

The hobbitish boy had already ransacked his room, looking for his battle weapons. Not under the bed, not in drawers, not on the desk and not on a shelf. Which means they were probably in the attic. Blaine hated the attic.

There's bats up there.


11:00 - Abrams Residence

Artie lay in bed, not bothered to get up, or even get breakfast. His energy was sapped since he an Brittany broke up. He lay there, awake, and just stared at his about where he went wrong. One word. Just one word.

Stupid.

And ironically enough, he was the stupid one. For throwing everything he had away.


11:10 -Anderson Residence.

The short boy crept around the spacious attic. Boxes everywhere, he tried not to trip. He opened a small cardboard one to his left. It had baby pictures in it. He put inside another box, and put that box in another box. Boxception. Just in case his mom decided to show them to Kurt. Maybe that only happened in movies, but whatever. No chances. Kurt has only ever seen dapper!Blaine, not curly haired Potter glasses baby Blaine. He glanced at his watch. Quarter past eleven. Shit! He needed to find his weapon, it was an hour and half quarters drive to the Berry's house. He sped over to a red plastic storage container. It was the box. Job! He rifled through the contents that his 13 year old self liked. Books, comics, cards, shirts and them.

The secret weapon.


Shit bros. I have the worst case of writers block ever. Imma split up the ficlet chapter, coz this has been in my here for over a week. I can't put off publishing for longer.

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