A/N: Hello again my lovelies! Sorry this took FOREVER, I've been busy with play practice, Grease auditions and school work lately. Boo :(
So, update: I made chorus in Grease, meaning I'm an extra that sings dances, and might possibly have a few lines. I'm not disappointed, actually pretty happy! At least I get to be a part of it, right? I didn't expect a huge part anyway, seeing that I'm a Freshman you know? Anyhow….
Here's a rather small, but emotional chapter for you (I'm giving you those a lot lately, eh?)!
I want to thank you guys again for being so awesome and reading/following/favoriting/reviewing this story! Whenever I get a new email about those I turn into a squealing mess. xD
I'm going on break soon so I'll finally have more time to write, but I have exams first thing next week, so no promises on when I'll post again. Sorry!
Hope you guys like it!
Chapter Eleven
After an awkward morning of Carole attempting to persuade Blaine into taking a day off of school, Burt watching Blaine's every move, and a very silent breakfast, the two boys quickly dashed from the house and took Kurt's Navigator to school.
"You know, your dad and Carole are starting to scare the fuck out of me," Blaine admitted as soon as Kurt had parked his car. Kurt laughed and shook his head.
"They just care, Blaine. They're just worried about how you're doing," he shrugged, unbuckling his seatbelt. "It's in their nature."
Blaine rolled his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt before jumping out of the car and around to Kurt. He slipped his arm around Kurt's waist before they began their descent toward the school building. The two boys earning many looks as they strode down the hallway, some were bored and not caring, some surprised, and others were infuriated. One face in particular stood out to Kurt, and that was David Karofsky's look of fury being directed straight at them. The look was cold, and it sent unpleasant shivers down Kurt's spine.
After the two stopped at their lockers to gather their things, Blaine walked Kurt to his first period class. The hall was nearly empty since the warning bell had just rung, and Kurt stopped in front of his room and whirled around to face Blaine. Blaine grinned and leaned in, his lips barely touching Kurt's ear.
"I'll see you later, Sexy," he whispered, and a new wave of shivers wracked Kurt's body; these ones being pleasant and warm. Kurt pulled Blaine down for a short but hungry kiss before he ran into his classroom with a wave, leaving Blaine standing in the empty hallway.
Blaine sighed and stood in the hallway well after the late bell rang out. He was seriously tempted to just skip first period all together, and after a long debate, he did. He hung around the boys' bathroom until the bell rang once more, then walked to his second period class slowly, making his way into the classroom and taking his regular seat in the back.
He wasn't sure why, but Blaine couldn't seem to shake the nervous ache in the pit of his stomach. Maybe it was because of the previous night, or maybe it was the fact that he was about to get in front of the entire glee club and show vulnerability, he couldn't tell. The feeling had been following him all day, it was one of those "there's something wrong, but I don't know what" feelings that people have. Blaine attempted to focus on anything but the feeling as he and Kurt sat down in the front row of chairs lined up in the choir room.
Breathe in through your nose and out from your mouth.
"-don't look so well… Blaine?"
Blaine's eyes snapped up from his shaking hands to a worried Kurt.
"Are you okay? You look…" He shook his head, "If you're not feeling well I can take you to see Carole? She said this might happen. I can take you back, we don't have to stay. I—"
Blaine put a hand on the boy's shoulder, and Kurt instantly began to calm. He stopped whispering and waited for a response.
After a long pause, Blaine spoke, "Hey, I'm fine. I've just felt a little… off today," he shrugged.
Kurt nodded hesitantly, "Are you sure because we can—"
"I'm fine," he reassured the brunette once more, smiling softly.
The boys looked at each other for quite some time before Mr. Schuester came in and clapped his hands, startling them both. The two had been so caught up in each other they hadn't even noticed the other member's arrivals, but looking up now, they saw that everyone was sitting silently, watching the two boys carefully. There was a mixture of confused, curious, and happy looks throughout the room.
"Okay guys, so before we get into Sectionals stuff, Blaine asked me if he could do a song with some of the guys so—"
"Actually, Mr. Schue," Blaine interrupted, standing up and turning to face the group, his eyes searching out the guys, "I uh… don't need help anymore." He rubbed his neck awkwardly, feeling a bit guilty for spending so much prep time with the guys, and then ditching them, "I kind of already sang that song last night, so I chose another one—sorry."
The guys all shrugged, "It's fine, dude. We get it," Finn answered for them with an understanding expression. From the look Finn was sending Blaine, he could only guess that Carole had somehow filled him in on what had happened last night, or at least kind of explained since no one but Blaine really knew what happened anyway.
Blaine shook the thoughts away and nodded, "Thanks."
With that Blaine grabbed a stool and an acoustic guitar from across the room before making his way to the middle of the room and sitting down. Blaine swallowed loudly, willing the lump in his throat to disappear before looking from his hand to the room. His eyes instantly found the clear blue eyes he knew so well.
"So uh—I was going to sing 'Walls' to you today but, well you know…" Blaine took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "But anyway, I still wanted to sing something to you today because well… Kurt, I know I'm not the greatest person ever. I act like a douche bag a majority of the time, and I treated you like shit when I first met you, but… you're probably the single most important person in my life, and I know I said something along those lines last night when I sang you that, but somehow singing something in front of all of these people who care so much about you… it's like—I feel like it somehow makes it worth more. Like maybe it shows you that I'm serious, that I mean what I'm saying, because it shows that I'm not afraid to confess how I feel in front of a room full of people you love."
Blaine shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know if that makes any sense but…" he shrugged, "Anyway… I'm going to start now," he finished awkwardly.
As Blaine prepped for his song, Kurt couldn't help but think about how adorable Blaine looked. His awkward nervousness was endearing, and it made Kurt giddy. After a few seconds of readying himself for the song, Blaine began to lightly strum the guitar strings and dipped his head to watch his fingers, instantly finding peace in the gentle sound filling the room.
It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
Blaine looked up from the guitar and met Kurt's eyes. Kurt's heart began to beat rapidly in his chest at the look of sincerity and truth Blaine cast his way. The dark haired boy continued to sing, directly to him now.
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
Blaine couldn't keep his eyes from misting over, and mentally cursed himself when he felt a few hot tears trickle down his cheeks. He looked back down at the guitar
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
When he finished he stood up, sitting the guitar down before looking at Kurt with anxious eyes. As soon as Kurt's eyes met his, the boy flung himself out of the chair and into Blaine's arms, burying his face in the his neck as silent tears rolled down his cheeks. He sniffled and looked up at Blaine with a soft smile before kissing him tenderly on the lips.
They didn't say anything, they didn't have to; they just stood in each other's embrace for a while as the rest of the glee club watched. Most of the girls were "aw-ing" and sniffling at the scene and the guys were grinning at each other.
Just as the two pulled away from each other to sit back down at Mr. Schuester request, there was a knock at the door. The kids looked to the door to see a tall and lean middle-aged man in a police uniform standing at the door, and Blaine stopped where he was.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Schuester asked, attempting to cover the worry in his voice.
The policeman nodded, "I'm looking for Blaine Anderson," he replied. Blaine swallowed loudly. At first he wondered what he had done to get in trouble now, and then he thought about last night. What if they somehow had figured out about his dad?
"Blaine?" Mr. Schuester called him over after taking a minute to speak with the man, and Blaine cast Kurt a panicked look before he made his way over to his teacher and the officer.
"Blaine, would you mind stepping outside with me a moment so we can talk?" the officer asked in a much gentler tone than he had been using previously, and Blaine shot Mr. Schuester a questioning look. He gulped at the sad expression showing plainly on his teacher's face, and the man gripped his shoulder when Blaine turned back to the officer.
"Why, what is it?" He asked, not wanting to leave the room with the officer.
"Something has happened," Blaine's stomach dropped, his pulse began to pump loudly in his ears, and his breathing hitched.
"What? What happened?" The boy's voice rose in worry.
"Please Blaine, let's go talk—"
"Whatever you say to me can be said here okay?" Blaine yelled impatiently, "Now tell me what the hell's wrong!"
"There's been an accident," the officer began in a sad tone. He cleared his throat before continuing, "Involving your mother."
An accident with his mom? Where was she? What happened? When could he see her?
Question after question soared through his mind as the man spoke, telling him about how his mother's car had been in a collision last night. The seconds ticked by like hours, and Blaine could feel the tears welling up in his eyes once more as he waited for some spark of hope. And then the words he had been dreading filled his ears and he dropped to his knees with a strangled sob.
"She's dead."