Notes: Oh my God, I don't believe that I'm actually doing this but I am, so let's go over some stuff, shall we? I'll try to keep it short by we'll see how that goes. This is a rewrite of my previous MPREG fic by the same title. It was actually the first fanfiction idea ever that came to my mind and I started writing it about 7 years ago in my native language. It was a real mess, at some point Blaine even ends up in Pickville, Kentucky lol. So I started publishing the story back in 2014 with no clear direction and it ran away from me to the point that I got completely lost in timeline and it became too much. I reread it quite a few times and couldn't believe some choices that I made (Blaine going to McKinley without Kurt being one of the more bizarre ones). And you know, some time ago I kind of outgrew Klaine fanfiction, I guess (now I'm sort of back in the fandom but I'm leaning more towards Seblaine these days). The thing about Broken Wings is that I never could quite forgive myself for botching an idea that in my opinion was quite good. I had the whole thing in my head - that I would rewatch each episode of season 2 and then rewrite it to fit with my storyline, so the story would have the same number of chapters as there were episodes. But it wasn't that strong of a pull and I didn't really feel like making myself watch it or write so I gave up on it. But it always stayed with me. So last year Glee finally appeared on Netflix in my country so obviously I watched it all again and while watching season 2 I got the idea again but this time it was so strong that I couldn't ignore it, my fingers just itched to write! And so I wrote some parts of this chapter and called it a day, telling myself that I shouldn't dive in again, that I should focus on writing original fiction. And okay, so that was that for the time being. Only a few weeks ago I reread it and realized that I liked it and that I liked it A LOT. But for the moment I left it alone but then I listened to "She Used to Be Mine" from "Waitress" covered by Jeremy Jordan and (respectively) Joshua Colley and my God, it fit Blaine perfectly. I fought against myself but I just had to write this song into the story and so this way one of the chapters that appears more towards the end of the story got created. And from then on I started writing different scenes, in no chronological order when I felt like it. And then realized what the hell, I may as well just write the whole damn thing while I'm at it. And I did. I didn't follow my grand plan of rewriting all the episodes, I got lost in the timeline again quite a few times and I lost the direction too (that is why the last two chapters are a little different) but I finished it. I did. And I am so fucking proud of myself. If I had more time, I'd probably try to rewrite more of my stories ("A Tale of Sadness and Triumph" and "Dancing in the Rain" mostly) but I think this is it. My swan song regarding the Glee fanfiction.
If you read all that then first of all: wow, really? But seriously, thank you for listening. So on with the story then!
The car came to a half. Kurt opened his eyes and looked out the window, at the majestic building towering in the distance. The sight was comforting even if he felt like he was running away from his problems. But he had tried to face them, had tried to walk the hallways with his head high only to be treated like garbage. At least now he would be free and the only problems he would be facing would be trivial and mostly harmless.
The boy looked over at his dad and though his eyes seemed dry, the way he was looking at Kurt indicated that the man was more emotional than usual. "It's only temporary." Kurt assured Burt feeling bad enough that his dad wouldn't be able to take Carole on a proper honeymoon. "And if the money's tight I can always-"
"Don't you dare talk about the money to me right now." Burt cut his son off shaking his head. "The only thing you should now be focusing on is keeping your nose in the books." Then his voice became softer. "And not worrying yourself that some asshole may want to punch you."
Kurt smiled softly, trying to keep his composure even though his tears were threatening to fall. He blinked them away, though, and smiled back at his father. "I'll be home for the weekend."
Burt smirked. "I doubt it." He said. "But sure thing, buddy. Come whenever you can."
After a few more good-byes Kurt grabbed his suitcase from the trunk and watched as his father drove away giving him a small wave. Still feeling a little chocked up, Kurt turned towards the building. It was late afternoon, the classes were finished, and some students were enjoying the still warm weather in the park surrounding the academy.
The boy kept looking around, trying to spot a familiar set of warm honey-colored eyes. Yet, his friend was nowhere to be found. Kurt frowned checking his cell phone. Blaine was supposed to be waiting for him, to show him around, to take him to the headmaster and help him settle in. Maybe they hadn't known each other that long but Kurt knew it wasn't like Blaine to stood him up like that.
Kurt texted him and after a few minutes he got a response that Blaine forgot and couldn't make it but that he was sending Wes to the rescue. Kurt made an angry face at his cell phone, though he would never show Blaine how unhappy he was that it wasn't him that would help him.
He knew that if Blaine didn't show up because he "forgot" it probably meant that he was too preoccupied spending time with Sebastian, his boyfriend. Kurt had been a little surprised but mostly disappointed when he found out that the dashing Blaine Anderson was, in fact, taken. He shouldn't have been surprised in all honesty that someone like him wasn't single.
At the time of their first encounter the mysterious Sebastian Smythe had been in Paris, France. Because of course Blaine wouldn't be with your average guy. No, his boyfriend would turn out to be a rich, spoiled brat that probably showered Blaine with gifts and things that Kurt would never in his lifetime be able to afford.
Kurt shook his head. It was his jealously speaking. He didn't even know the guy. For all he knew it could a perfectly decent and down-to-earth individual. He was just bitter that his crush had a boyfriend. And he wasn't about to attempt to break the couple up. Not that he even had a chance…
"Hey, Kurt." The boy was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard Wes' voice. "You need some help with that?" He asked gesturing at the suitcase Kurt was holding. But before he could answer that he was perfectly capable of taking care of it on his own Wes snatched the suitcase from him and began walking towards the school.
Kurt quickly caught up with him. "Ugh, thanks." He answered feeling a little awkward. He had met some of the Warbles, including Wes, during his failed attempt to spy on them but he had become friends only with Blaine as they shared a lot of their struggles. "Blaine was supposed to help me." He complained. "Do you know what happened?"
Wes rolled his eyes. "Sebastian happened." Of course. Kurt shouldn't have asked. It was only making him more upset. "They made some last minute dinner plans with Blaine's parents."
Kurt nodded his head following Wes inside the building and wishing that things were different.
Blaine felt absolutely horrible for standing Kurt up. The poor guy was alone in a new place, counting on him to make the place slightly less unfamiliar. If he at least hadn't forgotten about it and made sure that someone else was waiting for him. But no, Blaine had to fuck up.
His mother laughed at something Sebastian said as she downed almost an entire glass of red wine and the boy had to focus hard to register what they were talking about. "Wow, I really need to see Paris this time of the year if it is as lovely as you say."
"Yeah, I've been telling Blaine that he should join me." Sebastian said resting his hand on Blaine's knee. "My grandmother would love to meet him."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "We've been over this." He said through gritted teeth remembering their conversation right before Sebastian's departure that quickly turned into a full-blown fight. Sebastian kept arguing that his boyfriend should join him but Blaine really didn't feel like falling behind with his schoolwork. Besides that, Sectionals were approaching and there were tons of work with that as well.
And then there was Kurt. But that happened later.
Sebastian seemed to be deaf to his reasoning. After all, why did he have an army of overpriced tutors if not to do all of his assignments for him? And as his father was good friends with the headmaster Sebastian didn't have to worry much about passing any tests or exams. Blaine wasn't that lucky. Not that he wanted to have an unfair advantage over his classmates. Sebastian didn't mind that and so Blaine kept quiet about it. Usually.
But when Sebastian felt offended that Blaine wouldn't accept his help in order to go together for a romantic trip to Paris the boy couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore. He had to comment on how privileged his boyfriend was for having the luxury of basically not having to attend any of his classes and still passing each of them with flying colors.
"It wouldn't be fair." Blaine had said back then. "Not everyone can buy their grades with daddy's money." Blaine regretted those words almost immediately. Sebastian glared at him, his fists clenching.
"Excuse me?" Sebastian asked tossing the plane tickets he had been gripping into the air. "This is called using the assets that you have been provided, Blaine. It's not my fault that I'm rich and it's not my fault that some people are poor." He said. "I just don't understand why you won't use the chance to see the most fucking romantic city in the world with your boyfriend."
And the problem was also that Blaine actually really, really wanted to see France. In addition, Maria, Sebastian's grandmother was allegedly the sweetest old lady in the world and she lived in a palace. Who wouldn't want to stay in a palace? It would also be a good opportunity for Blaine to polish his French since his skills in that department left much to be desired.
But Blaine didn't want to be a hypocrite, so they fought more and nearly broke up over such a stupid thing. Only when Sebastian was already in Paris Blaine gave in and called him missing him too much to stay mad at him for much more time. They both apologized and agreed to forget about the whole thing and everything was fine. Sebastian brought him some designer clothes that Blaine didn't ask for and his favorite chocolate and raspberry macaroons. And all was well in the world.
Until Sebastian decided to bring it up while they were having dinner with Blaine's parents. "Next time." Blaine finally said with a small smile, deciding that it was not worth yet another fight. Soon Richard, Blaine's father, came from the kitchen with a platter of expensive cheese and the conversation took a route that the boy particularly hated. Their plans for the future.
Sebastian would always use this opportunity to boast and tell them about his plans to apply to the best law schools in the country, or maybe even look for something in Europe. Blaine's parents loved Sebastian for this and they were hoping that he would right their son in this aspect. Meanwhile, Blaine still had trouble figuring out what to do with his life. All he knew was that he loved performing and that it was something that he wanted to play a big part in his life. Richard and Pamela didn't even want to hear about it. When they were being particularly difficult Blaine would murmur under his breath that maybe he would think about becoming a doctor or something like that. But he was saying that only to please them and get them off his case.
Sebastian kept talking and laughing with Blaine's parents who were worshiping the ground he walked on. While his boyfriend sat silently beside him checking his watch every five minutes and waiting for the time to pass. He wanted to go back to Dalton, end this charade and check if Kurt was doing okay.
After a brief conversation with a nice lady that was headmaster's secretary, Kurt was given a key to his dorm and sadly discovered that he would share it with two other boys. However, when he told Wes the number of his room his face lit up. "Don't tell me that it's your dorm." Kurt said. That would be too big of a coincidence since the boarding school was so big.
Wes waved his hand. "Nah, I share my room with Blaine." Kurt's face fell but he tried not to give it away. How lucky would he get if by some miracle he ended up in the same room as Blaine? Well, too lucky, apparently. "Jeff and Nick reside there. They may get a bit intense sometimes but you'll be in good hands."
Kurt nodded his head as he followed Wes across the building, through the corridors. First they walked through the part where all the classes took place. Wes told him all about the fantastic (for the most part) teachers they had, sports teams and the Warblers.
What more interested Kurt was how epic the school looked. He had only seen so many paintings in a museum before. The classes were over for the day but they still could see some students in common areas, laughing and enjoying themselves. Kurt smiled to himself hoping that it would turn out to be a perfect place for someone like him.
Then they went outside and Kurt saw the impressive football field behind the building. No wonder the tuition was so high. Wes led him to another building where the dorms were located. This was still elegant but the atmosphere seemed more casual. Occasional curse words could be heard as the students talked loudly from their dorm rooms.
They reached Kurt's dorm and he fully expected Wes to knock but instead he just pushed the door open. Inside, Kurt saw two vaguely familiar faces. He knew them by names but Wes still introduced them.
"This is Jeff." Wes pointed at the blond boy laying on the bed by the window with earbuds in his ears. Seeing Kurt he took them out. "And this is Nick." He gestured at a dark-haired boy sitting by a desk with a book laid down in front of him.
"Oh, so you're our new roomie." Jeff said with a smile. "Interesting." He said sharing a look with his friend.
"Welcome, Kurt." Nick spoke barely looking up from his book. "This one's yours." He said gesturing at the bed that was clattered by a lot of different papers and clothes. "Jeff will clean that up for you."
"Why me?" Jeff asked.
"Because most of that's your shit." Nick pointed out.
Jeff groaned loudly but obediently started gathering all of their things and making room for Kurt. Once he finally had his bed free of garbage he unpacked while listening to his new friends ramble and bicker to each other. He didn't know them well but they seemed like fun and open-minded guys. He really hoped he would feel at home with them.
Then he went to the bathroom and sorted out all of his toiletries. "Do you have any kind of schedule for using the bathroom in the morning and in the evening?" He asked his new roommates who turned to him with blank faces. "Then I think we will have to figure something out because my moisturizing routine can take up to an hour."
But after hearing that Jeff started laughing while Nick just shook his head with a smirk.
Kurt didn't find anything funny about it.
It kept tapping into his subconscious, slowly sneaking into his brain, like a virus that would soon infect his mind with an idea that would not go away and that would turn out to be life-changing not only for Blaine but also for those around him.
But back then it was just a weird feeling that was making itself at home somewhere in the back of Blaine's mind. That maybe there was something more to his frequent headaches and minor nausea than being overworked.
For now Blaine didn't think about any of that as he let Sebastian drive them back to Dalton. Not in the best mood after the dinner Blaine turned down his boyfriend's offer to go back to his room (him having a single room was yet another privilege) and instead went to his own which he shared with his best friend, Wes. The boy in question was sitting at his desk and writing something in his notebook, probably doing his homework.
"Another day in the paradise?" Wes asked half-turning in his chair. Blaine took off his shoes and fell face-flat onto his bed groaning loudly. "That bad?" Wes smirked.
"No." Blaine said because really the dinner could have gone much worse. His parents could have asked about a specific college major that he was supposed to already know he was going to choose in a couple of years. "I'm just tired of life in general, I guess."
Wes chuckled but continued to scribble. "I know what you mean." He said. "And it's just going to get worse with Sectionals coming up and we have to show Kurt how we do things around here."
"Right, Kurt." Blaine said lifting himself off the bed. "I should go check on him, huh?"
Wes shrugged. "It seemed to me like he was doing well enough for himself. Besides, he's roommates with Nick and Jeff. He's in good hands."
"Still." Blaine said. "I should since I already forgot about him once today." He stood up, let out a yawn gaining another chuckle from his best friend and left the dorm room. He went through the maze of corridors that he still didn't know perfectly himself until he reached the dorm room that housed Jeff and Nick and from then on also Kurt.
He usually didn't knock and just let himself in not caring that his friends could possibly be half-naked but for some reason, knowing that he could find Kurt in a compromising position, Blaine decided to act decent and knock for once. "Open!" He heard Jeff's yell from inside.
He pushed the door open and saw Jeff at his desk typing something frantically on the keyboard of his laptop, Nick talking through the phone from the bathroom in a sweet voice (it was probably his girlfriend) and Kurt sitting awkwardly on his bed – still fully dressed in his uniform while the two other boys were both wearing more casual attires.
As soon as Kurt saw Blaine his eyes lit up and he smiled softly. "Hi." Kurt greeted him quietly, almost shyly.
"Hi." Blaine said smiling back apologetically. "I'm sorry for standing you up like that." He said. "It's just that Sebastian surprised me and I might have forgotten."
A shadow of something that Blaine couldn't put a name to flashed across his friend's face. "It's fine." Kurt said with a shrug.
"Oh, don't worry about our little Kurt." Jeff said abandoning his laptop and joining Kurt on his bed. The boy wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders and squeezed him which made him flinch just so slightly. Blaine's heart broke just a little when he saw just what damage all the bullies had done to him. "We took care of him."
"They did." Kurt confirmed. "Really, it's fine. I'm fine." Something of an awkward air fell between them and Blaine wasn't sure why.
"I'll leave you to settle in then." Blaine said already moving back towards the door. "Goodnight."
"Okay." Kurt said with that awkward smile still plastered to his face. "See you during rehearsals?"
Blaine's face fell as Jeff chuckled, "Oh, poor naive Kurt." The blond boy said squeezing Kurt's shoulders even tighter. "This is not a public dump anymore. Your little glee club might have accepted everyone but Warbles do have standards."
Kurt looked a bit taken aback and even a little hurt. "Jeff." Blaine said looking at his friend pointedly. "Yes, you do have to go through an audition but with a voice like yours it's just a formality." He tried to reassure Kurt.
"He knows I'm just messing with him." Jeff said.
Kurt laughed awkwardly. "i know. I completely get it." He said. "We had auditions at McKinley too."
"Yeah, but ours are serious auditions." Jeff said. "You may actually not get in..."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Don't scare him, Jeff." But Kurt seemed to get that this was just a joke. He was laughing with Jeff. "He's joking."
"Still." Kurt said. "I will make sure to prepare myself well."
Blaine smiled. "Good. I can't wait."
Seeing as Kurt was doing well, much better than Blaine when he first enrolled at Dalton, the boy left the trio, not wanting to appear too overbearing. His friend was in good hands.