Enjoy! By the way, I know it's a pretty random place to start the chapter but you'll just have to deal. ;)
"Stop the bovine massacre! Sign up now, save a cow! Vegetarians have right to eat special. Make William McKinley more tofu friendly!" Finn shouted the next day at lunch.
"Hey." Blaine said to Finn, ice cream cone in hand.
Blaine wasn't sure what Finn needed his help with but he was still trying so hard to make up for missing the cable show that when Finn asked for help, he accepted immediately. He just couldn't help himself when he saw the soft serve ice cream for sale and he got himself his favorite kind. Chocolate and vanilla swirl with sprinkles on top.
"Hi. Go sit by Rachel. I'll be there in a minute." Finn said to him.
"Okay."
Blaine turned around and spotted Rachel just a few feet away and sat down right by her and didn't notice how close they were sitting next to Hunter Jeff and Nick until he heard them speaking.
"He's wearing that dorky hat again." Jeff laughed.
"Hey, you want to see a trick?" Rachel asked.
"Um...no not right now. What are you doing? Are you like writing a story?" Blaine asked curiously.
"Look what we have. The perfect nerd couple. Rachel Berry and Blaine Anderson." Hunter teased.
"OH! Anderberry." The three of them said laughing.
"Oh, but um, listen Rach. My friends and I were wondering. That sweater you're wearing, was it designed for you or did the knitting machine just blow up?" Hunter laughed.
Rachel looked defeated as she stared down at the reindeer sweater she wore over her uniform. Blaine didn't necessarily like her style but the point was that it was her style and no one else's.
"Sunglasses, boys. It's the Rachel Berry nose glare. Is one of your magic tricks your nose?" Nick asked.
Blaine continued to listen to them laugh until he saw Hunter stand up and start to walk away. Blaine finally decided that enough was enough.
"Hey, Hunter?" Blaine called after him.
"Huh?" Hunter said turning around.
"You know, that is such a nice cheerleading outfit. I bet it goes with anything." Blaine flirted.
"Of course it doe-AHHHHHHHH!"
Blaine shoved his ice cream cone into Hunter's chest and rubbed it all over the front of his uniform. He made sure to "slip" and get some on his neck. Hunter's screaming caught the attention of all the students and Blaine noticed that some were using all of their energy to keep from laughing.
"Blaine, you are such a freak." Hunter screamed.
"Yeah, yeah I am. And someday I just might grow out of that. But you. You will never stop being a jerk."
"LANA GOT CONED!" People all around the courtyard started chanting and celebrating the fact that the biggest jerk in school got his karma.
"Blaine!"
"Toodles!" Blaine smiled and walked away feeling proud of himself.
"Principal, Figgins, did you see what he did to me?" Hunter cried to the table of teachers not too far away.
"Oh, no, dear. I'm sorry. I was in the middle of a very important meeting. Send it out for dry cleaning." He said as he returned his smiling face back to the table of teachers.
Blaine was at home doing some Yoga to relax himself before the ball tonight when he heard a knock on his door. He put on his slippers and was surprised to find his grandmother standing in front of him.
"Grandma? What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to know if I could speak to you about something?"
"Of course. Come on in."
Blaine stepped to the side and allowed her to come inside and invited her to take a seat on the couch while he made her a cup of tea.
"I actually wanted to give you something while I was here." She told him while she accepted the tea Blaine brought to her.
She held out a small leather bag to him and he grabbed it, putting his cup down on the table. He opened the bag and pulled out a beautiful red leather bound journal.
"It's a present for your 16th birthday from your father. It was found among his possessions." Emma spoke.
"My birthday's not for two weeks."
"I know. But I wanted you to have it before we leave. I return to Genovia the day after tomorrow."
Blaine was hurt by this. He had grown to genuinely love his grandmother.
"Thank you. But...it's locked."
"If you open the locket I gave you, it becomes the key."
"Thank you for bringing it down here." He smiled, setting the journal on the table and grabbing his cup.
"I also came to apologize for the way I spoke to you about the beach incident. It was judgmental of me. I didn't pause to verify the facts."
"That's alright, Grandma."
"I've been thinking about it a great deal and the truth is; I think you'd make a very fine prince. You know, people think prince and princesses are supposed to wear tiaras marry the prince and princess, always look pretty and handsome and live happily ever after. But it's so much more than that. It's a real job." She explained.
"You are an extraordinary person, grandma. But I don't think I'm meant to do this. I would be so afraid that I would disappoint the people of Genovia and I couldn't bear to disappoint you again."
Over the past couple of days Blaine had thought about it and he established that the look on his grandmothers face after the beach incident was one of the most heartbreaking moments of his life. He let her down and he couldn't get over that.
"Well, as I said. I have faith in you." She smiled.
It made Blaine happy to know that even after all of his mistakes, she still believed in him.
"I'm a writer." William Schuester told Carl while he was waiting for the Queen to exit.
"Ah." Carl replied, not really interested.
"I write soaps-soap opera. Did you ever see 'Middle House Road'?"
"No."
"It's a big hit. I wrote a character just like you once. He was a spy."
"I'm not a spy."
"That's what the character said." Will teased.
"See you tonight then." Blaine called to his grandma as he was getting ready to do his yoga again.
"Mm-hmm. Ah, I do have one favor to ask. I need you to formally renounce your title for the press at the ball, you know?"
Blaine almost passed out then and there at the mere thought of giving a speech.
"Uh...make-make a speech?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Uh, well, do you think that maybe, considering my history with the press, it would be better if you did it."
"Blaine, you wouldn't stop driving your Mustang just because a few insects hit the windshield would you?" Emma laughed. "Besides, look how far you've come and I'll be right there with you. I'll have Carl pick you up at 7."
"No. Um...I promised I'd let my mom drive me. She wants to drive me to my first ball or something."
"All right. I'll see you there, then?"
"Mm-hmm. Grandma? I am sorry."
"Oh, my dear. You are first, and foremost, my grandson."
She walked towards him and gave him a hug which Blaine returned. The look on her face clearly showed that it was something she didn't do that often because even though she didn't look uncomfortable, she looked awkward.
The guests were arriving. It was raining. Blaine was terrified. No way was he giving a speech. It didn't matter what else he had achieved over the weeks. The makeover, the ice cream incident, making up with Finn. No way. No way on earth was he going to give a speech. The mere thought made him want to throw up.
There wasn't going to be anyway he could face his mother after not showing up either. Blaine had always wanted to go to Colorado and do some rock climbing. But on real rocks. That's where he would go! No one would be able to find him and he could live there a few weeks, or months, or even years if he wanted to. He had already let his dad down enough. He wasn't about to continue.
He grabbed some suitcases from a spare bedroom and started packing. He threw his street clothes in there, having no reason to pack his uniform, not caring where they landed. He grabbed the locket Emma had given him and opened the journal he just received only hours before and opened it. He was too distracted talking to himself that he didn't see the envelope fall out of the book. He threw the journal into the suitcase followed by the merry go round and picture of his father.
"Come on, Louie. Let's get you in your cage."
He watched Louie move just enough that he saw something underneath his stomach.
"Louie? What do you got there?" He asked walking towards him.
"Should you be going to get Prince Blaine?" Sue asked Carl as he was standing talking to the string orchestra.
"Blaine told Emma that his mother would be bringing him." Carl explained.
"Pam just arrived and said Blaine was waiting for you." Sue asked, starting to sound panicked.
"He's going to run."
Blaine moved Louie away from what he realized was an envelope and saw his name on it. He picked it up and started opening it. His breath hitched when he began reading it.
'My dearest son,
Today is your 16th birthday. Congratulations. I present you with this diary to fill the pages with your special thoughts, special thoughts of your wonderful life. It is a custom in my family to pass on a piece of wisdom when one reaches this age. I pass it on to you as my father passed it on to me. Blaine, courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all. From now on, you'll be traveling the road between who you think you are and who you can be. The key is to allow yourself to make the journey. I want you to know, I loved your mother very much and still think of her often. Happy birthday, my Blaine.
All my love, you father'
"The trip is off, Louie." Blaine screamed to his cat as he ran out of his room.
Kurt was sitting in his house watching TV having already decided that he wasn't going to go to the ball. He believed Blaine's apology but he finally decided to try moving on. And the best way to do that was to not go. Finn had even tried to convince him.
"Hey, dude. Are you sure you don't want to go?"
Kurt looked up from his place on the couch and over at Finn. He looked great, Kurt had to admit. His suit was definitely tailored because it fit him to a tee.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks for asking."
"But Rachel will be there. I heard she got an amazing dress. You don't even have to dance. You can just come for the food."
"No. No, I'm okay. Have fun though." Kurt smiled.
He had the TV on without really watching. He wasn't really thinking about anything at all. He was seriously considering just going to bed early or maybe even go to a movie. Just to get out of the house. He heard the doorbell ring before he could make a decision. He opened the door and saw a delivery guy from his favorite pizza place. He was tall with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. He might almost be attractive if it weren't for the big lips on the boy. He looked down at the name tag. 'Sam'.
"Kurt Hummel?" He asked.
"Yeah, that's me." He said confused.
"Here you go. It's already paid for." Sam smiled, holding out the pizza.
"Oh, I didn't order a pizza. I'm sorry about that." He meant to turn around but the sound of Sam's voice stopped him.
"No, no. You must've. Unless there's another Kurt Hummel living here. 'We get a call, we deliver'. That's our moto."
Sam handed him the pizza box before Kurt could say no. He motioned to his head and asked;
"You don't make the pizza?"
"No, no. I just deliver them." Sam giggled.
Sam turned around and put the hood over his head as he trekked back into the pouring rain, no doubt on his next delivery. Kurt looked down at the box confused not understanding what just happened. He opened it up and went speechless. He knew exactly who sent it. He saw the cheese pizza (his favorite) with M&M's spelling out 'SORRY' all over it. There was no way he could ever get over Blaine. Not when he did things like this. He looked at his watch and ran as fast as he could back into his house.
"Where is he?" Carl asked after he arrived at Blaine's house to find that his car wasn't there.
"She went somewhere! I know nothing!" William called back to him.
"Nothing? Come here."
"Oh, what? What?"
Carl gripped him by the shirt and brought him in close to his face and asked very threateningly.
"Talk to me."
"She went that way then that way two minutes ago." Carl looked at his hand and saw him pointing to the left.
"Thank you!" He ran off.
"Do we have any problems?" Emma asked.
"No. Everything's perfect. Perfect. It's wonderful." Sue said a little too overexcited.
"You're not very good at lying, Sue."
"No, I'm not, Your Majesty."
"But the garden looks beautiful." Emma smiled.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"I heard about what happened, Sue. Please tell me if they're on their way." She asked.
"There's no answer at Prince Blaine's house and I couldn't reach Carl on his cell phone. There's too much static from the storm. And the press is starting to complain about making their deadlines." Sue admitted.
"If she's not here in 10 minutes, I'll make the announcement."
Pam overheard the conversation between Emma and Sue and immediately got worried. Where was Blaine?
"It's okay. She'll be here." Dustin whispered in her ear and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"No, ma'am." Sue felt awful telling Emma after seeing the hopeful look on her face when she walked up to her 10 minutes later.
"Then it's time."
I guess you get the next chapter right after this. Or maybe I'll make you suffer and post it tomorrow! *Insert evil laugh here* I'm just kidding. It'll be up shortly!
