Ultraviolet - Chapter 15
Telling Blaine had been the hardest part. The hardest part considering I still had many more discussions to go through after that. He'd been constantly nervous, biting his nails and looking around more often, those were the times when I could tell that Dinner with my father was the only things that were on his mind. Every day since, he's been reminding me how awful things could go, how easily he could slip up and questioning constantly why he couldn't just meet him in a few months when his training would hopefully be complete and he would have more control.
I sighed, listening to Blaine's rambling once more, it wasn't that I didn't understand, or that I wasn't concerned, but we literally had no other option here...apart from...
"You know, you don't have to meet him" I kept my eyes trained downwards as he paused, willing me to continue. "He did say that if I didn't introduce you two then I was forbidden to see you anymore...I-I mean if that's something you'd-"
"Kurt" he breathed, but not continuing. "Hey...look at me"
I lifted my head to see a strange twisted look on his face, not a demonic one, just one that reminded me of a scene in a movie I'd once watched, when the main character had just been stabbed gorily through the chest.
"You-I...You're really important to me, Kurt," He shifted uncomfortably before I noticed a thick blush spreading immediately across his face. "God- that was incredibly cheesy, but...I don't want to end us...over something completely repulsive and sickening that is the haunting parasite trapped inside me"
He spoke the last part quickly, getting it out of his system as he faced away with a look of shame written all over his face. I hated that. The way he described himself.
"Don't, Blaine, You aren't that. You aren't him, that thing inside of you" I stopped, unsure of what else to say, although I could hear all of the things I wanted to say crowding my brain. I clamped my mouth shut.
He looked up at me with a sigh of gratitude and shifted closer, pressing a shy kiss to my cheek and then hovering slightly, hesitating before moving sharply to the left and meeting my lips instead.
We'd had the same discussions over and over, but I still wasn't tired of them. We were willing to help each other, maybe me more-so than Blaine. I wanted him to feel like himself again, the way he described himself made me feel sick to the core. He was too beautiful to scar himself with those revolting words.
He tried to make an effort, when I finally pushed him to, to make amends with Finn, the Thursday before. I'd heard various un-interested grunts when I'd mentioned it briefly, but he eventually came to understanding that to make this whole situation easier for everyone, it would be best if he and Finn didn't loathe each other to the extent that they did.
The only form of action he'd taken had been before lunch, in their shared gym class together. Blaine had returned to me with a smug grin, glancing behind to a frustrated Finn as he'd left the changing-rooms to meet me across the hall.
"Well?" I'd asked after a moment of quietness.
He opened his mouth to question what I'd meant, but one quick glare from me told him exactly what I was waiting to hear. "I apologised to him" he smirked again.
I hummed, arms crossed. "What did you apologise for?"
"For..." He looked to the ceiling in thought, before snapping his head back and grinning "For being a naughty little boy and shacking up with his ickle 'defenceless' brother" he laughed curtly to himself.
Great. Asshole Blaine has come out to play. I smacked his chest, hoping that my anger came across in my voice. "Blaine! You were supposed to make things better not worse!"
"Oh don't worry so much babe" he walked forward, gathering me into his arms possessively, I tried to remain angry, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the pet name. I pushed his arms back, annoyed at the way his huge obnoxious grin wouldn't falter.
"This is serious!" I hissed, "You seriously need to get your act together with my brother, it takes two to tango and one of you has to make the first move if you want to be friends instead of enemies!"
"There's no way I'm dancing with that lump" he scoffed, asshole asshole asshole. "I wouldn't be able to even put my arms around his neck because it would be shooting through the ceiling," he laughed to himself, muttering "fucking giraffe" underneath his breath and hoping that I didn't hear it.
I let out a frustrated groan, fisting my hands into my beloved hair and escaping the cage his arms had made around my waist, storming off down the corridor.
"Hey! Wait up!" he hollered. Of course he would follow me.
I didn't slow, but somehow he was jogging next to me within 10 seconds, trying to stop me with his hands. "Hey, Kurt, wait! I'm sorry, okay? I-I don't know what came over me, I was trying to make things work and then I just, Fuck!...I just remembered all those things he said about me forcing you and-"
I slowed immediately, recognising the innocent and nervous expression on my boyfriend's face.
"And?" I prompted, pushing my hip to the side and folding my arms impatiently.
"And I would never do that to you, never. I know this is new and all, but I really care about you...I don't wanna screw this up" He looked like a kicked puppy, I literally had to force my hand to remain by my side and not run at him and gather him up in my arms, cooing and kissing every inch of his adorable little face.
"...Okay"
"Okay?" he lifted his head, eyes alight.
"Okay" I nodded, tangling my fingers with his. "But please, please just try a bit harder next time, can you do that for me?"
His mouth fell open a little, and I resisted that urge to lean forward and trace my tongue over that plump bottom lip. "I promise, I'll try harder" he confirmed, nodding quickly and squeezing my hand. We exchanged a lingering glance, confirming with our eyes, and I let him pull me away, leading me to my next lesson and kissing me on the cheek before he let me go.
XOXO
Friday came around soon enough, and it was safe to say that Blaine was a bag of nerves. Even more so than usual.
"So what should I wear? Like... A shirt and tie? And how should I have my hair, will you be answering the door? Because I don't think I'd like-Oh! What time do I need to come round? Should I be early or a little late? Should I drive or bring my motorbike? And- Kurt! Are you listening to me? This is important!"
I groaned from where I was sat, staring at him from across the lunch table, my cheek rested on my hand. "You don't half worry, you know that?" I resisted yawning, thinking of how awfully affronted Blaine would be if I interrupted his rambling with my sixth yawn since the bell. I'd stayed up until 3 last night, just thinking, worrying... I don't even know. My brain had turned to mush at about half 12 and from then on I just sat and gazed at my ceiling, listening to the random creaks of old floorboards in the house until I fell into a restless sleep.
I heard a final sigh. "Kurt, how much sleep did you get last night?"
"Couple hours" I mumbled from where I was lay face down on the table, "Why?"
"Please don't tell me you stayed up worrying about me" He shot me a disapproving look, folding his arms on the table.
My silence only confirmed his thoughts, I let out a tired grunt, appalled that I'd let myself make such an ugly sound but too tired to care.
"Kurt" he groaned. "Why did you do that? You should've left the worrying to me, hell knows I've got enough of it to do, did you just hear me back then? I think I'm going crazy over here" I didn't miss the smile that crept up on him when he heard me giggle from the other side of the table, lifting my head up slightly to meet his gaze.
"I know you would've done the same if it were me" I shrugged, something I barely did. I must be really tired.
He scoffed. "Yeah, but there's a difference, I don't sleep" he said, bluntly but quietly, his expression impassive.
"Well...If you did, then" I offered, sitting up straighter in my seat.
"I don't sleep unless fully contented, Kurt, and even then, my body doesn't need it to function, yours however, needs it very much, which is why I'm so concerned. Look at you, you can barely hold your head up, I don't think I've ever seen you so tired" he worried his lip between his teeth, reaching out a hand to nudge it against mine, where I was drifting in and out of the conversation again.
"Mhm...sorry" I mumbled, pulling myself up once more. "Stop worrying about me, I'll be fine." I fixed him with a final look, which made him stop talking, but didn't cease the apprehensive lines that creased his forehead.
"Okay. For now" he nodded, leaning forward to tilt my head to his, pressing his lips against mine. If I weren't so tired, I'd have noticed where we were; I'd have noticed what we're doing, and who could possibly be watching, and what would likely happen next. If I weren't so tired.
"Hey Ladies! None of us want to see your disgusting little tonsil tennis game when we're eating! None of us want to see fags when we're eating, at all, actually."
Before I could warn him, Blaine was biting back some insult, and flicking some of his food at the jock's face, whoever it was, I didn't care to take any notice. I heard raised voices, and the scraping of chairs against the floor as Blaine stood to shove the impending group of letterman jackets back. The last thing I heard was a loud group laugh and more voices before everything went black.
XOXO
"Kurt...? Are you- Hey! He's waking up!" I heard Finn's dopey voice looming over me. "Hey! Get off me!" I heard shuffling and scraping chairs as another familiar voice came closer.
"Move out of the way lard arse, I need to see my boyfriend" I smiled. Blaine.
I opened my eyes slightly, blinded by the crack of light shining persistently through. I felt a hand push back the hair falling onto my forehead, God I must look so un-attractive.
"You look perfect, as always" I was met with Blaine's smiling face, which is when I realised that I'd said the last part out loud.
I groaned, my head was pounding. "Where am I?"
"Nurse's office" Finn supplied, and I moved my sight over to where he was leaning over behind Blaine, contemplating between shooting him daggers or looking over at me with a concerned expression. I smiled again, oh wonderful goofy Finn.
"Why?" I whined, "I hate the nurse's office, it always smells funny"
before anyone could answer me, a different voice interrupted our trio, "My apologies for that, it always has smelt a little weird ever since I got here"
I shuffled a little on the crinkling paper, using Blaine's help to sit up a little. A cheerful black woman's face came into my vision, she had plump rosy cheeks and the kindest eyes I'd ever seen. "Who're you?" I mumbled, still unable to see straight from the thumping in my skull.
"I'm Nurse Fuller, I'm new here" she smiled lopsidedly, a gesture that reminded me of Blaine.
"What happened to Nurse Nancy?"" I grimaced, remembering the old pale withered lady with strange teeth.
"She passed away a couple weeks ago" Nurse Fuller said softly.
"Oh...Sorry" I replied, not sure what I was apologising for. I heard a chuckle at my side and reached out to smack Blaine's arm half-heartedly. "Shut up" I grumbled, and then felt his thumb run against my hand soothingly.
I looked up to Nurse Fuller's smile, watching as she stood to pass me a glass of water. "Here, you're gonna need this."
I took it gratefully, settling back and sipping it, ignoring the boys to my left but letting Blaine continue stroking my hand. It was sending me to sleep. Oh god, sleep.
"So why am I here again?" I repeated, hoping someone would answer me this time.
"You passed out in the cafeteria at lunch, probably due to lack of energy, food, and sleep according to your boyfriend who told me you were up a little too late last night." She nodded to Blaine, who I shot daggers at for telling her the real reason and he raised his eyebrows back at me, with a look that told me not to push it. I scowled and settled back into my seat on the bed, probably looking like a stubborn little kid the way I crossed my arms.
Nurse Fuller smiled nonetheless, and god does this woman ever stop smiling? This could get annoying. I knew it wouldn't though, because regardless of her repeated smiles, they were reassuring, and this nurse seemed a lot nicer than the old one.
"So anyway, I'm just going to measure your blood-pressure and then set you free, since you've had some rest now, I can give you some tablets for your head, it's probably hurting from when you hit it when you fell down."
I nodded and immediately regretted it, wincing and hearing another chuckle from beside me. I decided to let Blaine laugh, I really didn't have the energy to glare at him again.
I watched as Nurse Fuller measured my blood-pressure and then passed me glass after glass of water, making me drink as much as I could before I felt like I would literally explode from the need to pee. I glanced over to the silent boys at one point, they were both watching me, but noticeably sitting as far away as physically possible from me, any further then Finn would be out of the door.
His glance was fixated on Blaine and I's linked hands, as if he were trying to burn a hole through them, or decidedly, through Blaine.
"What are you two doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be in class?"
"They're supposed to be, but they were both arguing and screaming at the top of their lungs about who should get to come in and see you when Mr Figgins disallowed them to skip lessons, that eventually I just wrote them both notes and let them sit in here, they're both nice boys anyway, even if they do argue way too much about you" She smiled again, looking over at the two fondly, who were now both sat with folded arms, facing away from each other.
I soon learnt that Nurse Fuller's smiles were contagious, and she had me laughing continuously by the time came around that I had to leave. I listened lackadaisically as she told me things I had to do after I left her office. Mostly things about making sure I drank and ate as much as possible to get my blood-sugar levels up, also to get a lot of rest. I nodded feebly, drifting in and out of the conversation until I heard something that made me panic.
"I have informed your father-" I groaned, my face falling into my hands. Great. This Friday is just getting better and better, surely Dad would find some way to pry or make an excuse (with the help of Finn) that it was Blaine's fault I'd been up all night with not enough sleep. (Which it partially had been, but that didn't count.)
"But don't worry, it's just protocol, he was extremely worried about you." The nurse continued, glancing around before finally nodding and opening the door to let us leave.
"Don't I get a lollipop?" I asked sarcastically. She laughed and reached for the hidden box, handing out three, to which Blaine and Finn were decidedly excited about. They practically bounced on the spot, reaching to snatch the best one before the other could take it. I just took the remaining one and lead them out the door.
"I'll hope not to see you again any time this week, Kurt, remember to keep your fluids up, etcetera" she smiled.
"I'll probably see you on Monday after the stress that's coming tonight" I rolled my eyes and she smiled even though she didn't understand the reference.
"I'll be sure to make the room smell nicer for you next time, then...Take care!" I laughed as she waved us off and closed the door before I turned to face Finn.
He watched me with an apprehensive look, shifting from foot to foot for a reason I couldn't place.
"So...I'll see you at Glee then?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and looking behind to find Blaine searching through songs on his iPod. He nodded and waved his fingers a little before turning the corner and heading to his last class of the day.
I turned back to Blaine who was still sifting through his iPod. "Well that was weird..."
"Huh?" He said distractedly, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth.
"Finn," I answered, "He was acting weird, I thought it was because you were threatening to kill him behind my back or something but you were on your iPod" I pondered aloud, shaking my head when I couldn't come to any conclusion, and waving Blaine out of his daydream.
"Come on then, let's go to class" I weaved my fingers between his and tried to tug him away, but he was staying put. I turned back to find my smirking boyfriend, who pulled my body back to come flush against his.
"There's only 27 minutes left of class, how's about you say we go and spend some time in the backseat of your car until the end of the day, hmm?" My breath hitched as he pressed a series of kisses along my jaw-line. I knew that I should disagree, we'd already missed so much lesson time and Blaine was obviously controlled by a more daring side at the moment and it would be so risky...but god did those lips feel good...
"Come on, babe, we were interrupted earlier by that fat douche bag Karofsky and I didn't get to finish my kisses" he pouted slightly before his trademark devilish smirk returned and he tugged me in the direction of the double doors leading to the car-park. I felt my feet follow before my brain could register and then we were giggling and falling into the back seat of my car and Blaine's lips were so warm and perfect against mine and...fuck it. Just fuck it.
XOXO
I entered the choir room with dishevelled hair and swollen lips and a dreamy smile on my face all thanks to one Blaine Anderson. I ignored a few stares and whispers and went straight to the seat closest to Mercedes' who gave me a slightly smug look followed by a giggle and a slow shake of her head. Mr Schue followed me into the room, shooting me an unsure glance before jumping straight into today's topic of discussion.
I heard a low whistle and mumbled 'wanky' that I'm pretty sure came from Santana; and a slight look to my right proved myself right, a look to my left showed that Puck was also approving of my dream-like sedated state. I didn't even bother blushing, only smiling as I remembered the way Blaine's rough hands smoothed over my face, holding me in place as he pressed me down further into the seats, swirling his tongue slowly in the most seductive way possible, I'm sure if he'd lowered his hips any more then he'd certainly know just how much I enjoyed it...
XOXO
Blaine: Should I bring anything to dinner?
Kurt: No, it's fine, just yourself :-) x
Blaine: Can't I just stay at the door? This is ridiculous, Kurt x x
Kurt: No! It will all be fine, as long as you stay calm, you'll be fine...right? xxx
Blaine: I'm still nervous. There's no guarantees xx x
Kurt: Stop being so negative, things will be fine, they'll love you, just be YOU xxx
Blaine: Easier said than done... xxx
XOXO
A knock at the door disturbed the loud silence in the room. No one was sat around not talking, but no one was exactly attempting to make any conversation either. I stood from my seat on the sofa, rushing to the door, desperate to get those few important seconds with Blaine before he was bombarded by the pressure of meeting my father and my family.
"Hi" He shuffled nervously from foot to foot, hands behind his back.
I lifted an eyebrow, "I'm impressed" my eyes raked over my boyfriend's choice of clothing, and I was slightly thrilled that the signature leather jacket had been abandoned for tonight's 'meeting'. I stepped forward, daring to reach out and smooth my palms down the sides of his freshly ironed pale blue shirt. "You ditched that dreaded leather jacket"
"Mhmm" he mumbled, looking around nervously, trying not to make it too obvious that he was trying to peek behind me to see if anyone was observing.
"Come on in," I stepped to the side, holding an arm out, leaning over to whisper in his ear once he'd stepped past "Stay grounded" as a small reminder. He nodded nervously, shuffling past me and offering a reassuring smile that offered me more panic than relief.
Carole came through the doorway, then, greeting Blaine with a welcoming and warm smile and nodding reassuringly at me.
"Hi Blaine, I'm Carole" she smiled almost obnoxiously, and I could see the judgemental expression etched onto Blaine's face. His lips turned into a frown and I knew what was coming straight away.
"Hey" he nodded, and I let out a sigh of relief that he didn't point out something like her crazy sweater choice today or something equally rude. "Thanks for inviting me and stuff" he shrugged.
I was asked to bring Blaine to the table, and before we knew it we were all sitting, sharing awkward glances and all waiting for someone to talk.
"So, Blaine" Burt started, "How did you meet Kurt?" I looked to my left and waited for Blaine to answer; their greeting had been awkward enough, neither Blaine or my father had much to say to each other, considering they both knew the whole reason Blaine was here.
"Uh, we met in class, actually" Blaine replied, looking to me with a small smile, food halfway into his mouth.
"Hmm, which class is this?" Burt asked, scratching his head.
I made eye contact with Finn finally, who was sat across from me, mostly just glaring at his food. I answered, "History"
It wasn't awkward, as such, but there was definitely something unspoken hanging in the air. I caught Blaine's fist curling tightly around his knife out of the corner of my eye, I watched as across the table Finn mimicked the action, pressing harder down onto his plate with his knife and fork.
It seemed they were just staring each other down, waiting for someone to pounce.
"Could someone pass the salt please?" Carole asked from one end of the table, and all sprung loose when both Blaine and Finn reached for the salt shaker at the same time, their hands meeting.
The sudden screeching of chairs was heard and Finn was standing, hovering over the table and glaring at Blaine. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, what you're thinking" He spat, and Blaine responded with a leering expression.
"What on earth are you talking about? You read minds now Hudson?"
"Now boys, I know there is some unresolved tension between you two for whatever reason but-" Dad was interrupted by Finn's manic screech.
"Stop it! Stop that! Stop looking at me like that! You think you can just come into my house with my family and sit next to Kurt with that little smirk on your face and pretend that you aren't using him?!"
"Finn!" Carole insisted. "Sit down!"
"Using him in what way?" Burt narrowed his eyes at Blaine. "What's making you say all this Finn? It can't be coming from nowhere"
There seemed to be some sort of staring match going on between both boys, and the silence stretched on until Finn finally shook his head.
"He's just...not right for Kurt"
"How the hell would you know what is right or wrong for me, Finn? You barely know Blaine, in fact, you've been completely hostile towards him ever since he joined the school!"
"Oh I wonder why!" Finn shot back sarcastically, but what feared me was the look in his eyes; almost like he was expecting me to understand exactly what he meant. His eyes flickered between me and Blaine, who had a firm grasp on the back of my chair, now, a low growl building in his chest so quietly only I could hear it.
What did Finn know? If he knew about Blaine then why hadn't Blaine told me? And why the hell was Finn choosing now to bring this all up?
"Could we all just sit down and get through the rest of dinner without it turning into a screaming marathon?" Burt started, " We invited Blaine over to get to know him, not to yell at him, Finn, and I understand you two have you differences but can you please just put them aside for one night?"
He finished with a desperate sigh, eyeing Finn until he sank back down into his chair. I reached out a hand to pat Blaine's knee, trying to remind him to keep in control and cease his anger, but he did not return from his possessive stance over me, his arm wrapped fully around the back of my chair, which was pressed fully up against his chair.
I nudged my foot against his underneath the table and he slowly but reluctantly dragged his arm back to his side, keeping a firm eye on Finn throughout.
"So, Blaine, what do you like to do in your spare time?" Carole decided to break the tension, directing Blaine's gaze away from Finn.
Blaine seemed to be caught off guard for a second, before shaking his head slightly and smiling "I..uh, I'm the lead guitarist and singer of my band"
"Oh really? That's interesting" She lifted an eyebrow, her expression reading as a 'tell me more' sign.
"I actually..uh, I sang for Kurt, that night was one of the moments when we first had a full conversations together." He filled, glancing over at me as I tried to ignore the melting look on Carole's face as she beamed at me and sank back into her chair, presumably at the romantic tint that hazed Blaine's voice as he described the night at the club.
I felt a foot press against mine underneath the table and barely resisted flinching, jerking in my seat a little before realising it was only Blaine.
"Oh," My dad started, reaching out for more salt only for Carole to remove it from his hand immediately, patting the space over his heart and shaking her head (not good for your ticker, honey). "Is that the time you asked permission to go to that club thing?" Burt looked slightly confused.
"Yeah" I said meekly, trying to distract myself from the foot rubbing up and down my leg, hooking around my calf and trying to pull me closer. I batted my hand at him underneath the table, eyes widening when he caught it in his own grasp and moved it to his thigh. Great, I knew this would happen...
I sent a stern look Blaine's way when I was sure no one was paying attention and was met with mischievous smouldering wide pupils boring straight back into mine, a look that frustrated me both sexually and angrily. My hand was forced to slide lower to his inner thigh, where he squeezed his legs together, holding it there and dancing his fingertips along my forearms, slightly tickling as he traced patterns across my skin.
I tried to pull away but found it increasingly difficult without much force, and everyone would notice if I pulled my hand too harshly and ended up falling out of my seat...
I felt my jeans getting tighter and felt completely shocked and angered at myself for letting myself react to Blaine's insane meaningless touching when I was in the same room as my family, as my father, oh god!
Things aren't as awkward now, surprisingly enough, it's like a normal Friday night dinner, Burt questioning Finn about football or whatever the hell they're talking about because hello there's an incredibly dangerous teenage half demon boy sitting right fucking next to me and trying to pretty much rape me with his eyes and one hand.
Well, I never thought I'd be saying a sentence like that about my first boyfriend.
5 minutes before dinner was over, Blaine's hand retracted straight away, his legs parting and letting my hand free and scooting his chair away. I caught his blush as he fiddled with the napkin at the side of his plate, looking over to me briefly and then burning with embarrassment again, his wide hazel eyes apologising silently but profusely to mine.
I took his hand in mine to show I accepted it, whilst keeping up a conversation with Carole about school.
"What's this I hear about Kurt fainting? Hey Blaine? Because he hasn't had enough sleep? Are you keeping him up or something? Becau-"
"Dad! It wasn't Blaine's fault, for the tenth time!" I insisted, I'd already heard all of my father's accusations earlier on in the day when I'd finally returned home, he'd done a lot of finger pointing without even knowing any true facts, and was still stubborn about the whole thing.
"I- actually, sir, I am just as concerned as you are about this, I wouldn't bring any harm to Kurt in any way" Blaine was partially interrupted by Finn's snort and him mumbling something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'bullshit', which earned him a glare from Carole.
"Blaine was trying to stick up for me against Karofsky, actually, before I passed out, so yes Finn, he does look out for me" I shot him daggers, only just realising what I'd said before it was too late.
"Karofsky? Is that kid still giving you hassle? Why didn't you tell me, Kurt?" I watched as my dad shook his head in slight disapproval, as I sat silently.
"I'm sorry dad, I just didn't want to worry you"
"Well now I'm more worried than I'm sure I would've been if you'd just told me in the first place!" I watched Blaine's face crinkle up in confusion as he tried to make sense of the sentence before squaring his shoulders and sinking back uncomfortably. This obviously wasn't the most comfortable or casual of dinners, and it seemed like Blaine still had a lot to prove to my dad from the look on the older man's face every time he glanced in Blaine's direction.
He hummed disapprovingly, looking back down to his empty plate, pushing it away and placing his crossed arms in its place. "Well, I still don't approve, Kurt"
"I'm sorry" I hung my head, feeling a hand clasp around mine underneath the table.
After dinner was finished, Burt dragged a still grumbling Finn to the living room to ensure he stayed well away from Blaine, who was allowed to endure a tour of the house from me as long as we kept the door open if I took him into my room (blushing ensued).
Carole was moving around the table swiftly, gathering plates and pots in her arms to take back into the kitchen to be washed up. Blaine was just standing from his chair to follow me as Carole weaved past him laden with knives and forks, when everything happened all at once.
Time seemingly froze, or just twirled in slow motion. I was hyperaware of Carole's hair spinning as she dodged Blaine's chair to head to the kitchen, and how that motion had wafted some sort of scent into the air and straight into Blaine's face. He froze, inhaling slowly with a huge breath, his chest high and full, as his head flicked around with great speed, his eyes huge.
I stood stuck still, watching him with bated breath as he contemplated what to do, in a position to pounce, he faced Carole's retreating back.
Everything happened in slow motion. It was too late.
I watched in horror, frozen to the soles of my feet, as Blaine lunged at my stepmother.
XOXO
A/N: DUN DUN DUNNN! So this was a difficult chapter to write, and I apologise for the length, I may be releasing shorter chapters more frequently instead of taking longer to update because I'm trying to make the chapter as long as possible for you guys. So, as I said, I have had difficulty uploading or having time to write because of my illness which I still don't feel comfortable stating here but I thank all of you deeply who wished me luck and health within review messages, It's lovely to have such kind words spoken especially from people I hardly know that well at all.
Well, again, these authors notes are ridiculously long so I'll leave you with this. Things are becoming difficult in my life and I'm finding it increasingly harder to cope with the stress of writing on top of everything else, so I am refraining from updating 'Something Beautiful' for now so I can focus more on Ultraviolet, though I am swiftly running out of time, ideas and inspiration for this fic. I apologise profusely, as I don't feel I'm at the same point I was when I started the fic, and I don't feel as confident that I'm giving you all what you want in the chapters every time I update, so I will try to stick to fortnightly updating, but as you seen from this chapter, it may take longer than expected to get them written and uploaded.
I know it's a lot to ask, but I appreciate your patience greatly and I hope not to let you all down too much, if you have any questions about either UV or SB feel free to email me or ask it in a review and I'll get back to you asap.
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Love, Ell x