new chapter, whoop! I finally have a proper plan for this story so updates should be more regular.
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When Blaine re-entered the room, Kurt was still looking at the guitars. There were five that hung on the wall, two acoustic and three electric. Kurt was gently stroking the strings of an electric.
"I know this is going to sound strange but this looks identical to Elvis' 1968 guitar from one he performed that song," Kurt stuttered for a moment, thinking,"I can't put my name on the song though."
"Baby what you want me to do." Blaine supplied, stepping further into the room.
"Yes! thank you, that would have irritated me all day. You know it?" Kurt questioned, manoeuvring the guitar to look at all the angles.
"Yeah, my father forced the song upon me when he got me it" Blaine laughed, slumping down onto the worn sofa while he watched the interest and amazement grow on Kurt's face.
"Wow, ok, he must really love you," Kurt hadn't taken his eyes or hands off the guitar, sure he had looked at the other bu the couldn't get over how great of a replica it was.
"Something like that," Blaine mumbled.
"So, do you know where he got it?" Kurt asked finally leaving the guitar's side and taking his seat on the opposite side of the sofa, his knees barely grazing Blaine's.
"He worked with his ex-assistant or something on a case, it was more of a gift than a purchase."
"His being..?" Kurt asked, unsure as to where and assistant would get, from his knowledge they don't earn enough for that kind of craftsmanship."
"Oh, right, um, the ex-assistant of Elvis, was that unclear?" Blaine said, feigning ignorance.
"haha, right, so you're telling me you have Elvis's guitar just casually hung in your room."
"I don't see the humour in that, but yes that is what I'm telling you." Blaine had a smile that told Kurt he knew what he was doing, despite actually not doing much at all.
"You're not joking?" Kurt said, eyes wide.
"If I was joking i would be laughing," Blaine said this was rather ironic for he was snickering to himself but due to Kurt's facial expression and not a never told joke.
"And you let me touch it?!" Kurt almost screamed, from fear or excitement it was unclear.
Blaine sat and listened to Kurt's rambles that weren't too distinct, he could make out the occasional 'oh my god' or mumbles of 'Presley' and 'the king'. Once it got to the point where Kurt had been going off on one for quite a few minutes, Blaine decided to shut it down, or more accurately distract the distracted boy.
"I thought you were here for a reason that isn't feeling up Elvis' guitar."
"Right, of course, Dalton," Kurt said plainly.
Blaine was glad he stopped Kurt's spiral, no matter how utterly adorable it actually was, but his stomach dropped at hearing the word Dalton, particularly at the thought of having to explain it.
"Its gonna sound like I'm making excuses, but I'm not, it's just everything was under the worst circumstances and I just needed relief and Hunter and Sebastian were there to give it"
"Blaine you look like if shit had food poisoning," Sebastian said. He was sat next to somebody Blaine had never seen before, but he was in the Dalton uniform and from first glance seemed just as much of a rich douchbag.
"Happy fourth of July to you to cumrag. Who is this?" Blaine asked edge in his voice and ice in his eyes. He wasn't in the mood for somebody new, he was sick of people in general, now that they all want into his pants the human race had gotten very annoying. Then Michael got involved in Blaine's life, asking for him to come home for there annual fourth of July bash and meet his colleague model of a daughter. Blaine came to appreciate a woman beauty, he was yet to see a female who wasn't gorgeous in one way or another, but he was yet to feel any attraction of the sexual kind-tits and pussy didn't do it for him, his father had to accept that.
"This is Hunter, a new student from the east coast." Sebastian nudged the man's shoulder, bringing him back to earth.
Hunter extended a hand, "pleasure."
Blaine shook it cautiously, not fully trusting.
"Why so cold Anderson?" Sebastian played his question off like another joke, like most of his life, but there was still some concern, he knew of Blaine's homelife and did still worry.
"Why do you think, I'm not the straight boy my father always wanted." The disgust took over Blaine's face while the sarcasm dripped through his voice.
"Another setup?" Sebastian asked knowingly.
"Of course,"
"any details?"
"Her name was Florence, part-time model, English but grew up in Spain although is studying at Oxford currently doing a Philosophy degree."
"She sounds sweet. Shame she's been given false hope."
"Yeah, I have to meet her tonight at our family party."
"I don't understand, what is wrong with meeting someone new?" hunter cut in, obviously confused," She sounds lovely."
"She probably is, but lovely isn't so lovely when its the hundredth time. Ugh, I just wanna forget this is my life for a little while." Blaine dragged a hand over his face, exhausted.
"Funny you should say that.." Sebastian smirked.
"Why?" Blaine raised a curious eyebrow.
"Because i was just telling him about this Brooklyn deli delicacy," Hunter said, reaching into his pocket.
"Drugs, he on about drugs Blaine," Sebastian explained when Blaine was clearly not catching on.
"I gathered that" Blaine lied.
"No you didn't" Sebastian scoffed.
"Did so." Blaine snapped back
"Did not."
"Did so."
"Did not"
"Did so."
"Whatever," Hunter shouted, opening his palm to reveal a small bag of very pale lilac powder," they call it T-17"
"There's no way that gonna get all of use," Blaine complained.
"Hold your horses, they say it's like if you got drunk of crack and ecstasy fucking on steroids and gave the baby ketamine, you only need a sprinkle to get shitfaced, and its lavender-scented" Hunter explained, false offence from Blaine's impatience.
"So..?" Sebastian asked eagerly, looking at Blaine with wide questioning eyes.
"Fuck it, I'm down," Blaine said, mellow and slow, shrugging his shoulders.
"Yes," Hunter and Sebastian high five, circling the drugs to hide from any prying eyes that happened to be so during around after hours. They each took what looked to be 1/32 of a teaspoon onto the tips of their middle fingers, giving each other one final look they inhaled the powder.
The world instantly became louder, they could hear the whistle of the moon and the movement of the stars, they could feel the individual legs of each beetle and ant that crawled amongst the grass, they could smell the rich lavender leftovers mixing with the scent of mud beneath their feet, they could taste each taste bud and understand why it didn't like raspberries or marmite. The world looked too far away like they had grown up but shrunk simultaneously. Everything was meters away, out of reach forever. Blaine saw Hunter take a few steps back, his back hitting the wall which he slid down, giggling when his ass hit the floor. This set off Sebastian and then Blaine. Time was lost, they could have been there for a minute. They could of been there for five hours. It was long enough to have Blaine being rung his father. The vibrations in his pocket brought a new fit of laughter to the trio.
"Hi father," Blaine said through laughs, failing at trying to seem sober.
"Blaine, where are you, the party started forty minutes ago." The people surround Michael forced him to keep his cool.
"I must have lost track of time," Blaine said to his father before turning his attention to is friends, forgetting his father's presence, "guys, we have to find the time. we lost him."
"Oh shit," Hunter exclaimed, jumping to his feet, looking around his feet.
"Noooooo..." Sebastian whined, also beginning a search.
Blaine's attention went back to his father when he heard a purposeful cough through the phone,"Don't worry daddy we'll find the time, Sebastian and somebody is looking for him right now."
"Blaine, what are you on?" His father asked, his words sharp and clear.
"Nothing." The reply was too quick and the word too slurred to be even slightly believable.
"What is it, son?Alcohol?Coke?Ket?"
"Its a secret, bounty bought it," Blaine's voice became a whisper," from the east coast, but shh."
"who is Bounty."
"You know Bounty, Bounty hunter, shit it might be hunter actually," Blaine's father listened while his son broke out in a fit of giggles, telling his friends the two-second story of how he forgot his name.
On the other side of the line (Michael's), he was getting one his friends, an officer, to get as much detail of a Hunter from the east cost who had arrived recently, while he sent another, also an officer, to figure out what drugs have been spread around the east coast. "Blaine!," Michael heard Blaine go silent at the rise of his voice, you could feel his attentiveness and alert through the speakers, "you are going to stop hanging out with the hooligans you call friends and come right back home."
"you can't control me through a phone." All the laughter and joy the rippled through Blaine had gone in an instant; his father had that effect.
"I don't need to control, I know you will do it, you need to come home and meet Florence and stren-" Blaine hung up.
"I need another hit," Blaine sighed.
"I don't know if that's the best idea, you could have a..."
"I don't care, "Blaine cut hunter off, holding out one hand to collect the next dose while his other grabbed hunters wrist, skin on skin,"give it to me."
Hunter obeyed.
The second round hit harder for Blaine, who still had the first dose coursing through his veins.
"Guys, it's fourth of July, let's light some fireworks!" Blaine shouted.
None of them knew how or why at the time, but they found fireworks waiting in the Dalton hallway; waiting for the dalton residents firework display. Luckily, nobody noticed the three missing.
the trio ran off, fireworks in hand. Although to them it felt as if they were running at a great pace with accuracy, the number of times they crashed and stumbled would disagree, as well as the minute they spent running in slow motion and another where Sebastian was crawling across the floor after hearing footsteps and knowing somebody was watching-nobody was.
They ended up at the back building, usually unoccupied except on special occasions where there is an overflow of people, in that case, it is used to hold those students who do not wish to attend or are unable to due medical or religious reasons. As it was so rarely used, it was felt to be a safe place for their thee person firework display. Nobody to see, nobody to snitch, nobody in harm's way incase something went wrong-which it did.
The first firework, Hunter's, went fine, it was a flash of red that flew high in the sky. It caused others to get cocky. Blaine went next, lighting his firework without much care. He didn't look as the sparks flew, treating the mini-explosion like that in a film where the hero doesn't look whilst walking away, but he turned in time to see the flash of blue. Sebastian wanted to take the challenge further, unlike Hunter and Blaine who safely placed the fireworks into the ground, like instructed, he decided to set it alight in his hands. He started cocky, smirking at the others, acting like he was the bigger man. But then he set it alight. The small sparks burning parts of his hand.
He dropped it.
The firework flew straight across the grass, towards the back building. Everything that could go wrong had. The firework was dropped, it was exploding, it was flying towards a building and it was the most powerful firework of the three stolen. It flew through the door, which was open, and got jammed into the stairs. They watched as the sparks continued while the device laid still. It was like a timebomb that they couldn't stop by cutting the blue wire.
"It'll be fine, nobody skips fourth of July," Sebastian said, brushing the incident off.
Maybe it was the drugs, or may it was the trauma, but it happened in so motion. Hunter and Sebastian were mesmerised by the sparks, they didn't see anything else. But Blaine he saw the weary footsteps. He saw the man, his vision disrupted by a stack of books, feeling his way down the steps, not seeing more than the one in front. So he didn't see the firework. He didn't see the sparks. Didn't see the danger.
"Guys we've gotta go," Blaine said, tapping their shoulders.
"Why?" Sebastian asked.
"Because he's about to die," Blaine said, pointing at the boy.
"Oh shit!" Sebastian shouted, making a run for it, away from the scene.
"Fuck this!" Hunter yelled, following.
Blaine watched. Frozen. He watched the colours and felt the heat and heard the screams and smelt the ash. An he couldn't do anything to help, not anymore. The boy with the books was dead.
Blaine's ears rang, he didn't hear the collection of faculty running over, some into the building and some towards him. He didnt hear the shouting and the screaming.
Over time, his ears silenced, he heard the approaching sirens of the ambulance, police and fire fighters. He heard the booming voice of the headteacher and the crying voice of a woman, most likely the boys mother. yet he still remained frozen.
He was frozen until he was forced to move, a teacher grabbing his arms, restricting him, pulling him away from the flames. After that, the night was a blur.
"Oh my God," Kurt whispered, eyes filled with shocked induced tears.
"I was expelled the next day." Blaine finished, "Kurt I really hope this doesn't change anything."
"Take me home," Kurt said, the quest his voice can go.
"Sorry?" Blaine leant in, trying to hear.
"Take me home, please," Kurt asked again, louder.
"Please, Kurt.." Blaine didn't know how to finish that sentence. What was he asking? FOr kurt to not judge him? for Kurt to not think of him as a murderer or accomplice?
"Blaine, take me home," Kurt said a final time.
"Alright."
the drive home was long and silent, not even the radio could fill it.
Hope you enjoyed finally knowing what Blaine did. He's not so guilty after all, unless he's lying that is ;)