After I Break
A/N: I know I should be burned at the stake for not updating sooner… Be my guest. I kind of felt bad myself for not being able to do so. Well I'm back, and I do hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 3: Red Light, White Light
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"Kurt!" Carole's voice rang from downstairs. "Your father and I will be out for dinner and Finn's going to Rachel's place, will you be alright home alone?"
'Of course, not,' Kurt thought ruefully, cradling his now bandaged left hand. 'Good thing it was the left, not the right or I'll have a lot of explaining to do when I can't take down notes for Geometry class.'
Mustering all of the cheerfulness that was left in him, Kurt yelled back.
"Sure thing, Carole! Enjoy!"
Without another word, Kurt heard the front door open and close. A few seconds later, an engine was revving up. Kurt tuned out the sound by burying his face in the pillow. He had gotten cleaned up after his earlier ordeal I the bathroom and had gotten changed into plain clothes – a gray hooded, long-sleeved shirt and generic black jeans. He waited a full five minutes after his family had abandoned him for the night before making his way downstairs.
'I had almost died and nobody knew…' he thought.
'That's because nobody cares,' another voice in his mind said.
Kurt sighed heavily as he pulled on his trainers –the ones that he never really uses unless he had to work in his dad's shop. He never even bothered to note that those trainers had grease stains on them, or that they did not match his outfit. He really did not care anymore.
'I need time to clear my head,' Kurt thought as he slipped past the front door and out into the dark night.
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It was half-past eight and Blaine sat across the table from Sebastian with an uneasy look on his face. They were at Trends, the new club that had just opened.
"What's the matter, Blaine?" Sebastian asked, cocking his head to one side as he took a sip of his margarita.
"Did Dave and Wes tell you why they cancelled the last minute?" Blaine replied back with a question. Sebastian smiled his patented cat-ate-the-canary smile.
"Does it matter?"
Blaine sighed.
"I was under the impression that this would be like a Warbler reunion. Not some sort of a –"
"Date?" Sebastian supplied, smirking. "I don't see any problem with that Blainey –boy, if you ask me –"
Blaine huffed.
"Sebastian, I don't know what you're playing at –why –why you're doing this –I bet David and Wesley aren't even aware of this event –"
"So what if they're not?" Sebastian moved in to grab Blaine's hand. Blaine pulled it away roughly.
"Sebastian, I –I'm with Kurt, okay?" Blaine yelled frustratedly over the loud music. "And I love him, so – Argh!" Blaine stood up abruptly. He knew he shouldn't have agreed to this. His instincts were yelling at him that Sebastian had an ulterior motive for asking him out, but he didn't listen. He should've just stayed home and slept… or went over to see Kurt or something.
Kurt.
'Oh, God. I'm such an awful boyfriend.' His boyfriend was in a tight dilemma and here he was, apparently partying.
"I'll be leaving now, Sebastian. NO need to give me a ride home." He then started to walk towards the exit without even as so much of a glance back.
'I'll have to see Kurt. If he doesn't want to answer my calls, I'll have to talk to him personally,' Blaine was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that Sebastian had followed him.
"Wait up, pretty boy, we're just starting to have fun here!" Sebastian giggled. Apparently he had already consumed more than enough alcohol.
"No, Sebastian, I need to go home and see my boyfriend. This was a bad idea. Good –"
The rest of his words disappeared in this throat as Sebastian pulled his hand and drawn his body towards him, planting a rough kiss on Blaine's slightly parted lips. Blaine's head needed a few seconds before it registered the shock. He pushed Sebastian away frantically.
"Is –is this some kind of a sick joke, Sebastian?" Blaine asked angrily. Sebastian merely smiled at him, rather cockily. Blaine took a step back.
"I was actually wondering the same thing," A quiet voice said from behind him.
"Kurt?" Blaine turned to face his boyfriend. "I –I –wait, what are you doing here? I mean, I was just –just –"
Kurt held his hand up. Blaine saw bandages on it.
"Just shut up, Blaine," Kurt said, coldly. The smaller boy then walked towards Sebastian, who was up until then, watching them, amused.
"Listen, Mr. I'm-too-cool, I don't like you. I don't like you at all. Kurt began to pace around the half-drunk Warbler. "I did warn you not to touch my boyfriend, but you still did. And you know what?" Kurt stopped right in between Sebastian and Blaine. He gave Blaine a once-over before shifting his attention back to Sebastian. The Warbler smirked.
"What are you going to do to me, lady face? Scare me off with your pitchy falsetto?" Sebastian laughed. Kurt mirrored his fake laugh.
"No," Kurt said, his face suddenly turning serious. "This –" The smaller boy then proceeded to land a punch on Sebastian's face, dead center. Everybody who saw the debacle froze in their spots. Blaine stared, gaping, but Kurt did not even flinch.
"Now, you have a valid reason to get that plastic surgery you wanted." Kurt scoffed, leaving the scene. When he was almost out of the door, he turned back. "And oh, you're welcome. My boyfriend? He's yours." Kurt gave them one last glare before leaving.
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Hot tears fell from Kurt's eyes as he stormed past hordes of crazy hormonal teenagers. He had just wanted a painless alcoholic induced stupor and he happened to chance by that newly opened club, trends. Imagine his surprise when he went in and saw his supposedly perfect boyfriend lip-locking with Sebastian, Mr. I'm-Too-Good-For-You, Smythe in the middle of the crowd, where everyone could see –and gossip on how gay Kurt Hummel was being cheated on by his gay boyfriend Blaine Anderson. Kurt angrily brushed a fat tear that was sitting on his pale cheek away and headed for his car. 'Maybe I should have just broken another mirror,' he thought as he slid in his seat and started revving up the engine. He didn't even bother to fasten up his seatbelt. As Kurt's car screeched off the paved parking lot, he couldn't help but think back to his earlier moment in the boys' bathroom. 'That's why he pushed me away. I bet he's just with me I the first place because he's feeling sorry for me.' Kurt stepped on the gas forcefully as he reached the highway. 'I hate you, Blaine Anderson! You're a lying cheat –" Another swell of tears blurred Kurt's vision as he approached an intersection; he hastily wiped them off with his good hand… the one that he smacked Sebastian with. 'I hate all of you! You all pretend to care, but you don't! I should've just died! I shouldn't have missed! God! It hurts –so much!' Kurt's mind screamed at the same moment as squealing tires were heard. The red light was on but Kurt was too wrapped up in his emotions –he did not see the red. But he pretty much did see the white head light of the oncoming truck headed towards his direction.
"NO!"
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Blaine stood frozen as Kurt landed his punch on Sebastian. NO, it wasn't because he didn't know Kurt could hit a guy – Kurt may seem delicate, but Blaine knew he was feisty. No, it was because of the look in Kurt's eyes. He'd never seen the smaller boy look so… blank. Yes, his face looked upset, angry, but his eyes were… there was no other word for it, uncaring. As if nothing mattered to him anymore. When Kurt gave him that smoldering look though, Blaine woke up from his stupor. He weaved through the crowd trying to catch up with his boyfriend.
"Kurt!" He yelled over the distance and the noise of the crowd. He picked up his pace but Kurt was too fast for him.
"Kurt!" Blaine yelled once more. 'I need to speak to him. Now. I don't know what he'll do… not after what I saw this morning… I need to explain, he needs to know…' Blaine sped up once more, but as soon as he heard the engine of Kurt's car, he knew it was useless.
"Kurt!" He yelled after the speeding vehicle, breathing heavily, not knowing that that could be the last time he'll see the boy he loved alive.
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A/N: Cliffhanger, anyone? I'm terribly sorry. I'm just not liking the direction this particular story is taking. But if you could tell me what you think in a review, that would REALLY, I mean, REALLY help bail me out of this disgusting rut I'm in. Reviews, please? Thank you.
By the way I will have a new Klaine story up in a few hours. It's called I Remember The Boy. Please check it out. -Eastwoodgirl