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Chapter 4 – Come With Me

Blaine

I wish I could have stayed with Kurt last night, but I have a big exam that I had to take today. I stayed with him until about 11, when my parents called wondering where I was. Kurt reassured me he was fine, and I said I would text him during the passing periods, and call him during lunch.

It's only second period and I'm terrified, Kurt is home alone .I know he will be fine, I mean Karofsky is here, I saw him in the hallway going to his class.

I glance up at the clock, it's only 9:30; this day is going to drag out to feel like its five years long. Kurt made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone, even our friends in Glee club, what was going on. Burt and Carole saw the condition Kurt was in and told him he could skip out on school.

Class change, the bell wakes me from my daze, I whip my phone out, and press the speed dial that rings until Kurt's voice answers back. "Hello?" Kurt whispers "It's not lunch time Blaine! Get to class."

I hesitate, "Kurt, I had to hear your voice. I'm so scared."

The phone line is quiet for a while. I start to get worried that I dropped the call, when he finally answers ,"Why?".

"I don't know. I can't quite pin down why I have this feeling. I think something bad is going to happen today. Tell me to skip class! Tell me you need me with you! Tell me that school isn't important, and that you are. Tell me...that everything will be fine." I'm at my locker, it's open. I have my head resting on my arm, and it resting in my locker.

Kurt doesn't answer me for a long while, I stand there, well after class change. "Blaine, go to class." Then the line goes dead. My phone beeps, the battery is low. A little angrily, I slam my locker shut, and kick blindly into the air. Though my leg crashes into something. A person. Not just a person, but a coach. The person I blindly kicked was one Sue Sylvester.

I internally kicked myself, Now you're in for it! Skipping class, and kicking the coach! I tentatively look up at her, she didn't even react to what happened. "So, Quid pro quo, What's with the slamming and kicking? Usually I would just think that you were practicing a ridiculous dance move that one Will Schuster has come up with, but even that move was to gay for you."

I just stand there in silence, staring up at the menacing coach. "Well are you going to talk Lady Face? I normally wouldn't ask this, but I'm in a particularly amused mood. Your attempt to harm me was quite entertaining. So tell me why you have decided not to venture to your next class."

"It's about Kurt," I say after a few seconds.

"Ah, my sweet Porcelain. What is wrong in Lady Land?" Sue's face doesn't give away her emotions.

"I would rather not say." I state, then I correct myself, "I mean, I'm not supposed to tell. It's Kurt story, I'm not going to go all around blabbing it to anyone who will listen."

"I admire your trustworthiness, Quid pro quo. Although I will have you know, Porcelain and I are on good terms. He tells me about certain problems he has. Problems with certain people. I will not reveal who, because I too like to be known as trustworthy. So when I say this, I'm sure you know who I am speaking of, assuming he tells you about these incidences as well. Does Kurt's absence have to do with a bully?"

I nod, unable to find my voice. "I will keep my eyes peeled." Sue says, then leaves me alone in the hallway. Her retreating steps were the last thing I heard until the bell rang for class change. I had stood in the same position for an hour. Kids try pushing past me, some going to their fourth period, others on their way to lunch. Where I should be going. My phone beeps again, the battery low, at it was sure to remind me. Can't call Kurt. Phone is definitely dead. I think as I hear it powering down from my pants pocket.

Santana finds me standing by my locker. "Blaine? Oh no, don't tell me. You're upset because Kurt scolded you for your choices in fashion. Well, all I'm going to say is I'm surprised you know how to put on anything except for skinny jeans and a T-shirt. At least you have a better fashion sense than Artie. I mean who dresses like that? Bill Cosby?"

Santana didn't notice that I never responded. She did get me to walk to the cafeteria with her though. She bought me some lunch, and made sure I ate it, said I looked 'a little pale'. No one seemed to notice my dreary mood. No one asked where Kurt was.

The next few periods dragged. I had no idea how Kurt was doing, I hadn't seen Karofsky at lunch, or in the hallway. I was tearing myself apart with nerves. "I'm sure he's fine." Mercedes tried to calm me, I couldn't help myself I had to tell someone. "He just has a cold Blaine. I'm sure he'll be fine if you don't talk to him until school is out."

"How do you know he has a cold?"

"He texted me before school started." Mercedes looked at me like I was a bit stupid, or crazy.

"You have your phone? You can call him for me right now!" I rush.

"Sorry Blaine. I left my phone off, and in my car." Mercedes closes her locker, "Besides I have to go to class, Spanish with Mr. Schue. I'll see you in Glee okay?" I didn't respond, Mercedes headed to the Spanish, and I headed to Calculus. Again I couldn't concentrate in class, Only one more class, only one more class. Glee was next, and hopefully Mr. Schue would let me leave early. He would surely understand that I need to see how Kurt is.

Mr. Schue wouldn't let me leave early.

"Mr Schue? Can I please leave school? I really need to check on Kurt." I stammer.

"He's only got a cold Blaine, he'll be fine just one more hour. Plus we need to start writing new songs so we can beat Vocal Adrenaline in New York. So everyone grab your rhyming dictionaries -" I didn't to everything he said, the song I wrote that period was named "Only a Cold", and it really sucked. Usually I write decent songs, but this one was horrible. Brittany enjoyed it though, which I guess doesn't mean much since her favorite song is 'My Headband'.

The final bell for school rings, and Mr. Schue decides to hold us for a few minutes, discussing the musical genius of Rodger's and Hammerstein. By the time we are let out, the parking lot is empty. I run to my tiny red car, open the door, throw my book bag into the passenger seat. Wasting no time getting to Kurt's house, because I didn't see Karofsky with the rest of the football players.

I drive to Kurt's house as fast as the traffic would let me. I cut so many people off, and if a cop would have started to chase me, I don't think I would have stopped. I got to the house in record time, and tried to compose myself. I didn't see a strange car in the driveway, no windows of the house were broken, I didn't see anything suspicious. Taking a few calming breaths, I manage to lower my heart rate enough to not be able to hear it. I walk up to the front door, and ring the bell.

No answer.

Ring.

No Answer.

Ring.

No Answer.

Now I'm starting to get nervous. Maybe he's in the shower and doesn't hear the bell, my optimistic mind tells me. I twist the handle of the door, open. The door was open.

"Kurt?" I step into the silent the house. I know something is wrong. "Hey Kurt?" I call again. A soft moan is what answers my calls. It came from upstairs, I rush up and see destruction. Picture frames shattered, holes in the hallway wall. "Kurt are you OK?" I call as I sprint to his room, following the evidence of a fight. "KURT!" I yell when I see him. On the far side of the room. There is a broken window near him, and blood everywhere. Kurt is in the middle of a pool of it.

Sorry if there are a lot if mistakes, I just finished and wanted to post it ASAP. Hope y'all don't kill me for the TERRIBLE cliffhanger.

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