Chapter 4 – When the Rain Falls
It was dark; a storm had rolled in during 8th period and had knocked out the lights. Blaine was in his seat, fidgeting, he hated the dark.
"Alright, well, the Principle has informed us all that since it's nearly the end of the school day anyway you boys and girls are allowed to go home if you drove your cars, anyone that takes the bus will leave at normal time," Mrs. Medusa informed them as she started to tidy her desk. Slowly the students rose from their desks, most of them owning a car, gathered their stuff and headed for the door. Blaine was the first one out, anxious to meet with Kurt so he wouldn't be alone.
While running down the hallway that was considered Ghostly Ally (some stupid old legend about a girl committing suicide in that hallway, so it remained void of all things living) he heard a hushed whisper. He stopped and listened, realizing that there were two voices not one. He peaked around the corner to see Quinn standing there, her back pressed up against the lockers with a boy towering over her. The boy was tall, taller then Blaine, with messy brown hair that fell to his ears. His back was to Blaine so he couldn't see the boy's face, but he felt positive the boy didn't go to McKinley.
"Did you just think you could disappear?" the boy hissed as he leaned closer to Quinn.
"I left, there was nothing left for me there," Quinn whispered harshly, flames dancing in her dark blue eyes.
"What about me, am I nothing?" The boy leaned in even closer to Quinn, putting his arms on either side of her, trapping her between them.
"I lost you long before I left," she snapped, glaring even harder if that was possible.
"Someone I loved very much had just died," he stressed. Quinn looked ready to punch him, but she remained still as she looked deep into his eyes, unnerving even Blaine from his hidden spot.
"But you killed her," Quinn hissed, her mouth twitching into a cruel smile. The boy backed away from her, stumbling away from her as if she had physically hit him. He turned from her and fled. Blaine himself was ready to run when Quinn's cruel eyes spotted him. He froze as she started to walk towards him. Her eyes flashed with danger and barely controlled rage. Blaine choked when her hand suddenly pressed against his windpipe. She had him pinned to the wall, slowly cutting off his air supply. She was stronger then she looked. "You will never repeat a word of what you just heard. Do you understand me?"
Blaine gasped for air as he continued to try and pry her hand from his throat. "Yes, I won't tell." Her eyes flashed with hatred, but behind it he could see the stir of sadness, of pure, undiluted devastation. She removed her hand and he sank to the floor.
"You're bleeding," she said softly, her eyes becoming neutral. Blaine looked at her in confusion when he noticed the wet liquid slipping down his neck. "C'mon," she whispered, helping him to his feet before guiding him to the nearest bathroom which happened to be windowless. When they entered she locked the door and sat him down by the sink. She pulled out a few sheets of paper from her bag and lit them on fire before setting them in another sink. "The smoke alarms don't work in here," she supplied as she turned to him. She got some paper towels from the dispenser and started cleaning the small head wound.
"Who was that?" Blaine asked, silently wondering if he was in over his head.
"My boyfriend," she deadpanned, continuing to work by the firelight.
"Who died?" he asked, deciding to push his luck. He froze when Quinn's hands stopped moving against his scalp.
"You will forget what you heard," she stated, leaving no room for argument.
"Why weren't you in class?" Quinn glared at him.
"You really don't know how to mind your own business," she stated, continuing to poor water down his head, a ghost of a smile on her face.