Stay The Same Chapter 4: Is The Kettle On?, a glee fanfic

~VioletCherry342~

"What do you mean he's coming back?" Was the only question that could really be understood when Sebastian told the Warblers the news. He'd been blunt about it, announcing it with his usual pep-talk about Sectionals, adding, 'Oh, by the way, Blaine's gonna audition. He's back!' The room exploded, every single person bursting into semi-quiet murmurs to whomever they were seated next to, or shouting at Sebastian like he was the cause of cancer, or something equally foul. "Oh, cool your tits, guys, come on."

"This is ridiculous," Jeff said. "What's to say he's not just coming here from McKinley to spy on us all?"

"Since when did you all suddenly become so cold on Blaine?" Sebastian asked, crossing his arms over his chest even though a tiny smirk was curled on his lips. He loved his daily dose of the dramatic...

"Since he left us at the beginning of the year for his boyfriend," Nick said, his voice growing a little quieter as each word passed his lips. Jeff frowned at him, leaning over and bumping his shoulder against Nick's as the brunette continued, "That...that shit is only supposed to happen in movies.."

"Well, uh...Those movies are based on life, too. Sorry." He shrugged. "And hell, even if this were a movie, there's all that climax shit where they all become friends again and everything gets...chick-flick."

"Yeah, well, I'm not ready to be at that part of the movie yet," Nick pouted, leaning over on Jeff and looking down at the floor.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You are all so damn immature- He's coming back, okay? End of story."

"But-" Someone tried.

"And if anyone has a problem with that, they can quit!" He boomed, his words settling over the room and creating a silence in them all. Nick immediately looked away, and Jeff just followed his lead. Obviously no one was thrilled about this, but the Warblers numbers weren't decreasing, so Sebastian added this in his triumph section.

A throat cleared uncomfortably as a timid knock sounded, and all eyes shot to Blaine.

...oOo...

You hear it from shrinks all the time, especially on the news. About kids who commit suicide or went and shot up a bank, the cookie-cutter response is, "He felt alone in the world, like everyone was against him, whether they knew him or not."

Now, Blaine wasn't to the point of wanting to kill people, but he felt that he could say that the world was against him without being wrong.

Seriously, if there was a God, or some other 'great being' up there, it's probably having a good laugh at Blaine's expense.

Of all the luck...

First his boyfriend breaks up with him for some...caveman, then his dad says something about him ending up in the hospital, he finds out he's rooming with Sebastian effing Smythe, and now, he has to audition. Today. In all of forty minutes he had to pick a song, warm up his vocal cords, and stomp in a room full of people he hadn't spoken to in nearly six months and attempt to sing them back into liking him.

Really?

He spent twenty minutes of that time just flipping through his iPod and attempting to find a song that wouldn't really need musical assistance to accompany him, nor one that was chipper and happy (and God, did he have a lot of those). He'd hesitated a moment on Teenage Dream before stabbing the fast-forward button and trying to squeeze more tears back. He'd found a song, eventually, and really, he thought it fit his current state of mind...

Now, after he finished doing warm-ups he's never bothered with before (despite Kurt's looks about it...maybe that's why he did it, this time) he stood outside the room, listening to Sebastian threaten the Warblers that they do as he says, or get out. Blaine swallowed; were they fighting about him...?

Due to the immediate silence and the plethora of eyes on him when he knocked on the door, Blaine assumed they were.

"Killer," Sebastian greeted, smirking and gesturing for the shorter boy to come further in. Nick glanced up from his lap, and Blaine offered a shy smile. After a moments pause, he tried to return it. "You have something picked out for us?"

"Uh-" Blaine's voice failed him, leaving him sounding like a door in need of oil, and he cleared his throat. No one laughed, which let him know this wasn't McKinley. "Y-Yeah.. I, um..didn't have any...rehearsal time."

"Oh, that's fine," Sebastian assured, his tone almost mocking. Blaine shifted, and the Warbler waved his hand, signaling for the black haired boy to sing. Blaine stammered, feeling foolish, but he choked out a nervous sound and looked around the room. All eyes burned into him, judgmental and hurt and expecting at the same time. Suddenly forgetting the words, Blaine took a slow, deep breath and dropped his gaze to the floor, his voice quiet as he began.

"If the truth is you're a liar
Then just say that you're okay
I'm sleeping on your side of the bed
Going out of my head, now

"And if you're out there tryin' to move on
But something pulls you back again
I'm sitting here tryin' to persuade you like
Like you're in the same room"

Sebastian cleared his throat behind him when the last word hiccuped, and when Blaine looked up through his lashes he saw a few winces. He raised his voice, realizing some of them appeared to be straining to hear him, and Trent picked up with background hums.

"And I wish you could give me the cold shoulder
And I wish you could still give me a hard time
And I wish I could still wish it was over
But even if wishing is a waste of time
Even if I never cross your mind

"I'll leave the door on the latch if you ever come back
If you ever come back
There'll be a light on in the hall and a key under the mat
If you ever come back

"There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on
And it'll be just like you were never gone
There'll be a light in the hall
And a key under the mat
If you ever come back
If you ever come back, now

"Oh, if you ever come back
If you ever come back, now"

Blaine heard Sebastian pick up behind him with vocals, while Nick and Jeff tentatively started to pick up more of the musical notes, and Blaine felt a little more comfortable, singing strongly.

"Now, they say I'm wasting my time
'Cause you're never coming home
But they used to say the world was flat
But how wrong was that, now

"And by leaving my door open
I'm risking everything I own
There's nothing I can lose in a break-in
That you haven't taken"

Kurt's face popped into his head, and he faltered, his voice raising an octave higher than it should have. He glanced at the door as he continued, as if hoping Kurt would be there, in his attempt at a Dalton uniform, looking absolutely smitten over Blaine singing 'Teenage Dream', like he'd never seen anything so amazing.

He needed to suppress that memory, because Kurt was never going to look at him like that again.

"I'll leave the door on the latch if you ever come back
If you ever come back
There'll be a light on in the hall and a key under the mat
If you ever come back

"There'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on
And it'll be just like you were never gone
There'll be a light in the hall and a key under the mat
If you ever come back
If you ever come back, now

"Oh, if you ever come back
If you ever come back, now"

"If it's the fighting you remember

"What is wrong with you?"

"I...I don't..."

"You did this."

"Kurt, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't lie to me!"

"Or the little things you miss

He was cuddled against Kurt's side, hammered beyond belief, mentally telling himself he hadn't just pinned Kurt over the roof of a car, with Kurt's fingers tangled in his hair and massaging his scalp, feeling safe and comfortable...

"I know you're out there somewhere
So just remember this

"If it's the fighting you remember
Or the little things you miss
Oh, just remember this
Oh, just remember this"

Kurt.

"I'll leave the door on the latch if you ever come back
If you ever come back
There'll be a light on in the hall and a key under the mat
If you ever come back"

Kurt.

Kurt...

"Oh, if you ever come back
If you ever come back, now

"And it will be just like you were never gone
If you ever come back, if you ever come back now"

Blaine dropped his now-tear-filled eyes before turning them on Sebastian, who's amused smirk faded when he saw the broken look. "...Little rough there at the beginning, Anderson. You're dropping."

Blaine just stared at him.

"Go on," He said, nodding to the door. "We need to talk about it- We'll let you know in the morning."

Sebastian winked, and Blaine nodded, rushing out of the room and up the stairs into his dorm without so much as a, "I missed you guys." Eyes followed him on the way out, and even stared at the door afterwords as if waiting for him to come back in.

"So!" Sebastian said, breaking the silence with his snarky tone. "Anyone still want to bitch about him coming back?"

Well, look who's still alive- ME! I'm so sorry, guys, I really have no excuse. Nothing even happened- I just got in this funk and didn't want to write or read or do anything, really. This happens sometimes... Not often, but sometimes. But in all honesty, I am REALLY sorry about dying, and if anyone even remembers this poor, abused story, I'd really appreciate a comment to let me know someone is still out there. *hears echos of myself and crickets* ...ahh the cricket, always a loyal fan. #dork ANYWAY. There we go. I PROMISE the next chapter will not take nearly as long as this last one did- I will literally beat myself with a baseball bat if I pull this crap again. Grr.

Also, I have to say, NO, Blaine isn't gonna mope around about Kurt for this entire story- I am already sick of it xP - but it's not even past WC? times, so he needs some recovery time :P

Song Borrowed: "If You Ever Come Back" by The Script. No, I don't own it, duh.