Ultraviolet-Chapter 16
There was probably about an inch between Carole's neck and Blaine's hands as he pushed himself further in mid-air. I waited. Waited for the scream, the sickening cracking of bones or something equally horrifying that unravelled memories from that dreaded night I'd seen Blaine attack O'Connor around the back of the club, his whines and quiet pleads echoing in my mind.
I waited. Waited for the inevitable, waited for the crash that would surely happen when Blaine's body collided with my ever-caring stepmother's.
I waited. But it didn't come.
The slow motion spiral of time that had frozen around me suddenly unwound quicker than ever, as though someone was rewinding a tape before my very eyes. A loud crash broke my thoughts, and Blaine was being smacked sideways in mid air, Finn following after colliding with him side-on. Both boys landed in a semi-heap, falling against the opposite door and grappling for dominance.
Blaine's eyes still searched wildly and I was unsure of what he was looking for until they locked on Carole once more and his chest lurched forward again; only to be braced by Finn's heavy forearm pushing him back against the wall.
I'd seen all of this before Carole had turned, so I was fairly sure she hadn't seen Blaine jump at her like some sort of wild animal, but as she twisted to face the direction of the crash, and seen Finn pressing a feral Blaine back against the wall, something flashed in her eyes. And it wasn't long before they met mine, a thousand silent questions willing to escape.
"Boys! Finn! What the hell is going on now!" My father came rushing in, pulling Finn from Blaine and only just missing the panic that flooded Finn's face when he realised there was now nothing holding Blaine back from leaping towards his mother again.
He struggled against my father's grasp, eventually breaking free and holding out a wary and discreet arm to Blaine, who was still pressed with his back against the wall, breathing heavily with wide shot pupils, his hair mussed and looking around in a dream-like gaze. It was only when he locked eyes with me that he realised what exactly had just happened, his face sinking with realisation.
"This is ridiculous! If you two can't be in the same room as each other without pinning each other to walls or whatever the hell earlier was, then I'm sorry but Blaine I think you'd better leave for now" I watched my dad contemplate both Finn and Blaine, looking between them unsurely, not seeing hatred on either of the boys faces, but worry.
Ever-so-slowly, Blaine nodded, his limbs seemed heavy as if they were weighted as his movements slowed. His eyes darted to mine, pleading, and he spoke. "O-okay, I'll...leave now" He nodded again as though confirming it with himself that he was stable enough or even able to leave, especially with Carole now sending him extremely confused looks as all of this had gone on behind her back.
I snapped out of it, running after Blaine when I heard the front door slam, wrenching it open again to find him mounting his bike in a daze.
"Blaine!"
His head spun around immediately, so fast it made him lose balance again, almost toppling off the motorbike, he steadied himself just in time as I took a step forward to help him.
"I'm- Kurt, I..Oh god, this is terrible, this is beyond terrible, this is unimaginable, this is-"
"Shh, shh" I stepped forward, bringing a stop to his rambling, tentatively resting my hands on his sides. "It's okay, nothing happened, nothing happened" I repeated slowly, although I knew deep down how serious this could get, how many problems could arise now because of this slip up.
"No! Nothing happened but it would've! If Finn hadn't...and now your family hates me! And.. and, you hate me and everything is so-" Blaine's face dropped into his hands and a huge sob wracked his chest, his shoulders shaking slightly with silent tears.
No matter how hard it was to be so comforting and reassuring considering this boy had nearly just taken a chunk out of my stepmother, I looked past the evil glare I'd caught in my boyfriend's eyes before he spun to attack. I stepped forward and embraced him. "I don't hate you Blaine, I couldn't, that wasn't...you"
He pulled back, taking a deep breath and resting his forehead against mine steadily. "It was me, though... This is what I do, Kurt" he spoke sadly, his eyes brimming with tears but not falling, seeming to loiter there whilst he stared into mine. "I'm sorry" he whispered once more before pulling back, turning the key in his bike and leaving our embrace.
"I have to leave...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he utters once more, presses a hesitant kiss to my forehead like a final goodbye and then crawls away, the distant sound of the buzzing motorbike engine echoing down the street as he leaves.
XOXO
"Kurt! I won't ask you again!" my dad's voice called down the stairs to my bedroom.
"I don't feel like watching television!" I called back, having spent the past few hours curled up on my bed staring at nothing and thinking too much- I'd half-managed to dodge my family's attempts at socialising with them and possibly (most likely) talking about Blaine's behaviour or the entire night in general.
I groaned, rolling over onto my stomach when I heard a knock at my door. "Go away!"
Despite my request, I heard the door swing open on its hinges and footsteps come down the stairs.
"You really should get out of bed, you know, do something productive instead of lazing around for the rest of the night" Finn said, solemn and calm.
I sat up slowly, watching him sink down into the chair on the opposite side of my room, his head lolling back so he could stare at the ceiling, probably to avoid looking at me.
"Finn, I-"
"How long?" he interrupted, still facing upwards.
"I...wha-?"
"How long have you known?" His eyes met mine, then, and we both understood. No questions asked.
"How long have you?" I challenged.
He stood and began pacing the length of my mocha coloured rug, turning and turning again as he remained silent. Only pausing once, hovering on a step before placing a tentative foot down in the place it should've went, he began to talk.
"That day, after school-" He stopped, nodding at my silent question. "The reason we don't get along."
The silence stretched on for longer than expected, so I prompted him further, curiosity clawing away inside me. "Yes?"
"He was just so...terrifying. Like nothing I'd ever seen, not even as scary as that vampire dude from that late night horror movie thing we saw, you remember? How creepy he was? It was worse than that!" He began waving his hands wildly, grabbing handfuls of hair and then releasing them, pacing and then stopping.
This was very un-Finn-like behaviour, I could tell by the strange twang to his voice and his posture, he was completely wrecked even trying to tell this un-heard story.
"I knew there was something wrong with that kid!" He mumbled under his breath, slightly hysterically from the way he was pacing and waving his hands around madly.
"Listen, Finn-"
"I don't wanna listen to any of the bullshit you have to say! Why does everything in my life have to be a lie!? Why can't something just be fucking normal for once!"
"Finn..." I warned, he was starting to scare me, this was nowhere near the usual Finn.
"He'll do something to you Kurt, I've said it before and I'll say it again" he said poignantly, quieting momentarily and finally (finally!) sitting down.
"He's not...He's getting better Finn, I know you don't know everything to the extent that I do, but you still have an idea, so I will tell you that." I paused, speculating my step-brother when my phone decided to beep. "He wouldn't hurt me" I nodded, silencing and pocketing my phone, not entirely believing myself with that last part.
"Just like he wouldn't hurt mom either?" he retorted bluntly; his eyebrows raised, challenging.
"I...I-"
He sighed.
"Save it, Kurt, I don't want to hear what you have to say"
He stood, then, walking from my room with such casual-ness it was as if we'd never just had such an intense and covert conversation. I heard the door at the top of my stairs shut and then I was alone with my thoughts, in the eerie hush of my room where the slamming of my door still reverberated off the walls.
XOXO
I was more cautious when walking in the hallway now. When before, I'd only look for him so I could make sure to avoid him, now I look for him fearing for my life. What had Kurt told him? Or if not, what had he heard, or figured out, or what if he has some kind of creepy mind-reading skill that vampire dude from that twikite film has?
The questions were eating me alive, but I wouldn't talk to Kurt. I wouldn't dare let him see that I was anything more than nonchalant about the whole situation. I couldn't let him win. It may sound ridiculous and childish but Kurt was being unreasonable. All of this time he has kept these secrets from all of us, putting himself and everyone else in danger. He doesn't understand- how serious everything is and how his perfect beloved little boyfriend could just as easily pounce at him as he did towards my mom.
"Watch where you're going, punk!" Many shocked faces turned to the scene of Azimio pushing said step-brother's extremely violent boyfriend back against the lockers and then turning with a sneer. It didn't remain on his face for long, however, as he was soon being pushed backwards until the closest water fountain edged painfully into his ribs.
"You wanna try that again?" Blaine spoke out of the corner of his mouth, voice low and predatory that it almost made me shiver. He stood holding the collar of Azimio's letterman jacket, forcing him to face him. Seriously, though? How many encounters must Blaine have like this each day? He's always picking fights and if not he always magically appears in one after someone gives him trouble.
"Woah-don't try to kiss me!"Azimio faked, mashing his head backwards to escape from the fierce proximity and closeness within which Blaine's face was staring at him menacingly.
"Hate to break it to you, stud, but you ain't exactly my type" Blaine grunted, with an effective knee to Azimio's crotch. He grinned watching Azimio curl in on himself in pain, turning on his heels, grumbling as he shoved past people who had been watching the encounter but were now gathered stifling their laughter at the wounded jock.
His eyes met mine in the crowd, and his fierce gaze faltered for a second, before snapping back to the facade and tossing "and besides, I have a boyfriend" over his shoulder before storming off down the corridor where more people were rushing to the hilarity of the scene of the school's 'most popular guy' (since Karofsky had mysteriously vanished for some time) almost crying against the wall.
I'm not sure why I followed him. But I did. All the way to the exit, around the back of the school and underneath the bleachers until he finally announced into the air "What do you want Captain Lanky? I'm really not in for another one of your pathetic and time-wasting lectures." He dropped his bag onto the floor and finally spun around, facing me with that look.
Fuck.
"So, I think you owe me some answers, don't you?"
"I don't owe you anything" He gritted his teeth, snarling through the mask.
"You owe it to my mom though, and to Kurt, right?" I watched his face sink and visibly soften at the mention of my step-brother's name, well at least he has one weakness. It wasn't long before anger filled his features again, though.
"You leave Kurt out of this, alright? He has nothing to do with anything here" He stepped forward, obviously trying to gain power over the conversation.
"But he's already to do with all of this Blaine, don't you see? You dragged him into this shit! You're the one putting him in danger!" My voice was louder than his, I only hoped that there was no one around to overhear the conversation or there could be some pretty vicious things released around school after I'd finished with this prick.
"I-I know! You think I don't know that?" He began breathing heavily, and I was worried the dude was about to have some kind of nervous breakdown on me...And there was no way in fucking hell I was taking him to the nurse-regardless of how nice she was. He panted harder and I braced myself to watch him collapse or some stupid shit like that, but only realised when he snapped his head back around that his pupils had consumed his eyes.
"Fuck.." I wasn't even aware of talking, I just took many steps back, mumbling and trying to take deep breaths.
"But I-I'm getting help, I...I can make things better for him, for us! I can! I swear it!" He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than me, but went ahead with it nevertheless, staggering in different directions with hysteria lined in his voice until he steadied himself by gripping the metal poles underneath the bleachers.
His knuckles turned white, and I heard a creak as he squeezed the metal to the imprint of his hand and then cursed, trying to shape it to some kind of rectangular shape to make it look less like a human had made the indentation. Well, I say human...
"I can protect him, he's everything to-he doesn't know yet how important he- I can, he cou-" He swung out, lashing out against another supporting pole in anger, screaming "Fuck!".
"Hey...Dude, I-"
I felt vice-tight hands on my throat, and panic rose throughout my body, tingling up my spine. I choked, spluttering desperately. When had he even moved? I didn't even see him- "Don't talk. If you say one word I'll kill you right now and string you up by your neck around the fucking pole, you got it?" I nodded quickly. What the fuck else could I do? This little dude was strong, really strong.
I struggled for air and bought my hands up to prise at his grip. He shook his head, smiling that smile until letting me drop down coughing up my lungs for air.
"Your species is even weaker than I thought" He shook his head, grinning sickeningly. I stood from my crouch carefully-disturbed at how easily I wobbled, losing balance.
"That could be Kurt, you know! You could like..flip out! And hurt him!" I shouted, stepping back before I had another chance, foolishly, I should've known he'd be back in my face within an instant before I'd even seen him move. He glared at me.
"Kurt? The hot pure kid? God he's so hot, I just wanna screw him so bad oh fuck"
I held myself back from punching him square in the jaw, anger bubbling up inside of me as he threw his head back, moaning.
"You don't give a shit about him! He's just too clueless to notice it! He won't believe me!" I felt the need to punch something, knowing it best not to punch the actual dude in front of me because he would most likely win. Instead I fisted my hands into my hair, probably fucking it up entirely.
Something snapped immediately. Blaine fell to his knees.
"Oh shit, Oh shit, what did I just do? Sh-Finn? Did I-" The same boy that was pinning me up against a metal slab by my throat and threatening to kill me mere moments ago was now crumpled on the ground next to his bag, his palms pressed so far into his eyes that I was sure they'd concave soon enough. He wailed, which sounded more like a howl, scrubbing his hands violently against his jeans as if trying to remove something from his hands.
"What the fuck?"
"Don't-Just, Lanky! I mean- Uh, Finn...D-don't tell anyone about this, okay? I-I didn't...I wasn't aware of-Fuck!"
I'd had enough of all this gibberish, mumbling and blabbering. "Just shut up for a second! What the hell are you trying to say?!"
"That right there...It wasn't...me, I wasn't being- I can't explain it! I didn't have any control, just then...I couldn't control that. That's why I'm doing all these things to help! I-I'm trying! You can't judge me! I'll be better I swear!"
I noticed that his eyes had turned less creepy again I really have to Google this weird changing eye thing when I get home from school... and stepped over him, trying to go for a more intimidating look.
"Look, I don't know what kind of freak of nature you are, and spare me the details, because that's some scary shit." I mentally kicked myself as I reached out a hand to help him up. Well I couldn't just have him down there staring at me worthlessly could I? What if someone came around and saw him on his knees in front of me?! How would that look! He slumped, staring at his feet with utter defeat written on his face. "All I know is that you're a danger to Kurt, okay? And a danger to others considering what you nearly did to my mom the other day" I gritted my teeth, going for it. I gripped his shirt, pulling his face to mine. "And I'm telling you, if you ever try that again, you'll be the dead one, I don't care how freakishly supernatural and strong you are, you touch my family-I end you, got it?" I didn't believe that all of this was coming out of my mouth. I am not a violent person. In any way shape or form, but bring my family into this? And this is war.
Anger and slight temptation flashed across his eyes before he jutted his chin out, shoving away from my hold and nodding to the ground. "That isn't under my control," he shrugged. I went to speak, but he silenced me with a hand in the air, a death glare sent my way that could send Kurt's to shame.
"I cannot control my actions...the majority of the time, but I'm starting training soon-to get better. I'm doing it for Kurt, I've never had a reason before to even try to remain more 'human' but I'm trying for him. And I don't think I'd ever be able to live with myself if I ever hurt him...So I'll make you a deal, okay?"
I was unsure where this was going...I stood hesitantly rocking on my heels, hands in my pockets awkwardly. I looked around, silence and emptiness. "Okay"
"I promise, right here and right now, that if I ever lay a negative hand on Kurt, or hurt him in any way, you can do whatever you want to me-kill me, burn me, beat me up-I don't care as long as I get what I deserve. Got it?" His voice was so business-like, straight forward, monotonous.
I liked the idea, I'd love to give him a good knock around after all the drama he has caused everyone and everything around him, butto kill him? I could never kill anyone...Though he made it sound like he wanted to die.
"Wait-why would you want me to kill you? Are you like those weird vampires who can't die?"
His lips thinned out to a straight line, eyes dead set on mine. "No, I can die" He replied. "Just not easily"
I don't know what came over me within that moment, but I stuck out my hand and shook it with his. Had I seriously just agreed to brutally injure if not kill a kid if he laid a finger on my step-brother?
I had no time to take anything back though, as said kid had already walked away, shrouding the sunlight beginning to break through the clouds with the collar of his leather jacket, spitting on the ground and pulling his headphones on before disappearing back inside the building.
I waited a while before returning inside myself, to not cause suspicion, I didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea for gods sake. Something I couldn't get out of my mind, though, was how overwhelmingly quickly Blaine's emotions changed when it came to Kurt, I didn't care and didn't really want to know any specifics of what the two guys do when they're together but something in the back of my mind was telling me that they obviously cared a great deal about each other.
Blaine was willing to die for him. If that doesn't say something then I don't know what does.
XOXO
"Kurt?"
Oh no.
"Yeah?"
Please no...
"Could I speak to you for a second please?"
Shit.
"Uh-I have homework!"
"It will only take a minute, come upstairs please."
I knew this was the talk, I hadn't spoken to either of them about what happened since Friday, and it was now Monday night. I trekked up the stairs, heading straight for My dad's room where I knew Carole would be, sitting on the bed waiting for me like she usually would be when we sat and talked for hours about gossip and pointless things.
"Hey, sweetie" she smiled as I poked my head around the door, already trying to figure out things to say to her, how the hell could I explain!? What had she even seen?!
"Hi, Carole, what's going on?"
"I just wanted to ask you about Blaine" she said, not giving any emotion away in her face.
Here we go...
"What about him?"
"How are you guys since Friday night? He left quite suddenly, and I still don't really understand why."
"Uh...I don't either. We haven't really spoken" I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant, when there was a billion fires burning in my brain, I pictured tiny people running and rushing around screaming and panicking because of the situation that was about to unfold. She knew. I could see it.
"Oh? Why is that? Did you have an argument? He seemed like a very...difficult boy...difficult to read" she chewed her lip, obviously struggling on how to put it.
"Things are still tense from Friday and he told me he has a few things to sort out r something-I don't wanna disturb him" I finished lamely, what the hell did she expect me to say?! It was like we were both playing a game where we tried to step around each other and see who would cave first.
"So... Are you going to tell me what happened between Finn and Blaine whilst my back was turned?" She said, casual as ever.
"I don't know, I didn't see"
"I'm not stupid, Kurt, and I need you to tell me please" Her serious 'mother' face was on now, as if she was staring deep into my soul and was ready to destroy me.
"I didn't see! They just hate each other...They always have"
"There is no reason for them to hate each other, and hate is a very strong word!" Well hate is an understatement when it comes to those two.
I sighed. "I honestly don't know, Carole, you'd have to ask Finn" Oh shit. "I-I mean, don't ask Finn-they just don't like each other and...Finn will probably lie! And say that it's Blaine fault or...something" Smooth, Hummel, real smooth.
"Hmm...well I'll ask him" she narrowed her eyes, oh how comical, shuffling on the edge of the bed. "But I don't appreciate you not being honest with me, Kurt, I thought we trusted each other."
I felt so bad. Oh god, so so bad. I wanted to crumple up and apologise but this is Blaine's secret, and Blaine's life. I could never ever reveal it to someone else without even getting his permission first. I could never do that to him.
"I'm being as honest as I can, Carole, I'm sorry I can't do anymore" I smiled sadly at her then, standing and walking to the door slowly to ensure that she could stop me if she wanted. Though she remained in silence with her thoughts.
XOXO
(12:34) Kurt: So you've even resorted to ignoring me in the hallways now? Seriously?
(12:40) Kurt: You need to face me at sometime, Blaine
(01:22) Kurt: Text me back, we need to talk.
(01:28) Kurt: Blaine, please, you're killing me here
(01:30) Blaine: I'm no good for you Kurt
(01:30) Blaine: You need to learn when to stay away
(01:31) Kurt: How can I when I don't even know what's going on with us?! You haven't spoken to me for 3 days straight- are we even together anymore?
(01:32) Kurt: The only thing I know is that you said you had a boyfriend after your fight with Azimio on Monday, so I'm assuming that's me unless you have had someone on the side this entire time?
(01:34) Blaine: How the hell do you know about that?
(01:34) Tina told me.
(01:36) Well, I was talking about you.
(01:40) So...we're okay?
(01:45) Blaine: We're okay
For now. Until I fuck it up again. Until training starts and I start doing crazy shit and piling dead bodies or attacking at random intervals or-
No. We're safe, Kurt's safe. We're okay for now. For now.
He's safe for now.
Everything is going to be fine...
A/N: Sorry for the obsessive amounts of swearing. I'm angry this week. Sorry for the short, late and shit update, things have been tough recently. I hope you've all had a lovely Christmas and New year, since I haven't wished any of you that yet, (a bit late, I'm sorry) Sorry for the short chapter-but I figured instead of taking longer to write it, you'd just prefer an update, even if it's shorter. So there you go, I'm sorry, again.
Love, Ell x