A/N-I absolutly love this story,I hope you guys like this chapter. Yes I know I should be writing another chapter for The Fake Boyfriend, but like I said I love this story and I have a lot of plains for this one.
I try to sneak past my father but my room is on the second floor and the stairwell was on the other side of the living room, where my father is currently lounging, and empty bottles littering the floor around him.
"Hey, fag, make yourself useful and get me another beer." My father sneers at me from where he is sitting. I go back and get him another bottle, hoping tonight he won't get drunk. I surreptitiously sneak behind my father, thinking that I had finally escaped him. I sprint to my room and lock the door just as my phone lights signaling that there was a text message.
Unknown:
Are you sure that you're okay?
To Hummel:
How did you get my number?
Hummel:
I got it from Blaine. Are you okay?
To Hummel:
Yes, princess, I'm okay. Now will you leave me alone?
Hummel:
You're lying.
To Princess:
And you know that how?
Princess:
It's this sixth sense that I have.
To Gay Face:
Just leave me alone. I don't want comfort from you, Gay Face.
Gay Face:
If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. Good night Sebastian.
To Kurt:
Thanks, Good night.
That night, I actually slept a little. Sure my stomach was killing me and I wanted to do was get up and eat something, but I slept at least an hour or two. I don't know why but knowing that someone like Gay Face wanted to know that I was okay, it was relaxing. It didn't change my mind of course, but it was nice to know that there was someone that didn't completely hate me.
That morning, I wake up to an empty house. I sigh and get out of bed; at least my father won't degrade me today. I look at clock and realize that it's ten. I was supposed to go to the Lima Bean at nine to finish my homework. I rush to get ready, skipping breakfast and getting out of the door. If I'm fast enough I might be able to apologize to Blaine as well. I started thinking about shortening the two weeks to one. I mean, two weeks is a lot of time to get everything done and over with. I want this to be fast and easy. I don't want to get cold feet at the last minute. I get to the Lima Bean in time to see Blaine and Kurt walk out, hand in hand.
I don't know what it is but there is this sudden anger as I watch them walk out, that is targeted at Blaine. I ignore the feeling and order myself a cup of black coffee and claim a table towards the back, so no one will find me unless of course they are looking for me. But who would look for me?
About after five minutes, I notice the seat across from me is inhabited. Kurt was watching me, well not watching more like staring intently.
"Can I help you?" I ask with a sharp tongue, looking up from my work. I didn't want to be bothered from my schoolwork. When I die, I was at least going to have good grades.
"I wanted to know if you were okay." He said sipping his coffee, looking me in the eye.
"I already told you I'm okay! Can't you just leave me alone?" I gather my things and leave; hopping in my car and driving off somewhere. I don't know where I'm going; I just want to get away from him. I don't know why I'm angry at him. I think it has to do with the fact that he's smothering me. First that unexpected flare about Blaine and now this, I think these mood swings are because of everything that is on my mind. I'm just glad that everything will go away and my mother will be waiting for me with open arms. Or at least I hope she does.