Ultraviolet - Chapter 19

I awoke to a pounding headache.

My phone was buzzing. Ricky.

"Hello?" I croaked with a morning voice, running a hand over my face in attempt to wake myself up just a little more.

"You better get down here before Sean eats all the pancakes"

"The boys are here?" I asked warily, moving to the edge of my bed and drumming my fingers on the footboard.

"Yep." He spoke with a mouthful of food, and then hung up.

I looked back to my bed. I didn't sleep last night, but I was knocked out cold. I must've passed out or something. That would also probably explain the headache, and the weird sharp pains in my muscles.

I opened my door, yawning in the process, just before I turned for the stairs, I paused.

Shit.

It was all coming back to me now, the pains, the conversation with Jack. Quinn fucking Fabray.

"Great. Just great" I groaned, trying to piece back other memories from the night before, trying to retell the story in my head. Had I attacked Quinn? The ache was certainly less painful than before. So something must have soothed it.

"Blaine! Why would you refuse pancakes like this?!" Sean shouted from downstairs and I shook my head violently, trying to focus on here and now. I jogged down the stairs in my tracksuit bottoms, heading to the kitchen with them hanging comfortably low on my hips. Ricky looked similar, but he had some sort of weird patterned wife-beater vest on, with crazy spirals on it.

"You're judging the vest too, huh?" Miko asked, with a mouthful of cereal, jabbing a spoon towards my brother.

"U-huh" I nodded, reaching for the last pancake that Sean was eyeing from the table, smacking his hand away when he reached for it.

"Why are you up so late? I thought you were heading to school with Kurt earlier than usual today?"

"Oh shit!" I realised, rushing to the stairs just as the doorbell rang.

Just my luck. I spotted the silhouette of a perfectly coiffed hair-do in the fuzzy outline of the patterned glass door, and went to open it, not even taking in my appearance.

I opened the door to an impeccable Kurt, he looked stunning. We both looked each other up and down and then blushed, stuttering out awkward greetings, only making things increasingly more awkward by that fact that I had no shirt on, and I was standing there gormlessly, holding the door open to my shell-shocked boyfriend.

"I- Uh, sorry, I'm running late...Do you mind just-" I asked, gesturing for him to go into the kitchen where the boys were. Which in hindsight, probably wasn't the best idea, but still.

Wolf-whistles were heard as soon as they laid eyes upon us. "Ooh, Blaine, getting your tanned torso out for little boyfriend Kurtie's entertainment I see?" Sean put on a mocking tone, and I glared at him.

Kurt blushed, and I wanted to put my arm around him.

"You could always wear my vest?" Ricky suggested, smirking.

"I wouldn't be caught dead in that thing, thank you very much."

The boys laughed as I turned to Kurt. "Ignore them. Could you give me a minute to uh...change? Sorry"

"Oh It's no problem." He quips, raking his eyes over my body, and I suddenly decide that maybe answering the door without a shirt on maybe wasn't such a bad idea after all. I begin to smirk at Kurt's obvious distraction until Miko points out the time to me and I realise that i'm being distracted by my boyfriend who was being distracted by me.

I leant over for a kiss before I go upstairs, pulling Kurt flush to my body with my arms around his waist. I'd expected a quick kiss, considering I had to get ready and the fact that the rest of the gang were in the room, but Kurt was un-phased.

I felt his warm palms against my bare chest as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head sideways and trying to get in closer when we were yet again interrupted by wolf whistles. I grinned to him breathlessly before bounding up the stairs, feeling bad for leaving him amongst my crazy brothers.

I returned downstairs fully clothed, to the disapproval of Kurt. "I miss those muscles already" he sighed.

I snuck an arm around his waist, snagging my bag from the chair at the same time before whispering into his ear. "I'm sure you will be re-acquainted with them soon enough" I winked at him, earning a giggle, and lead him out the door.

My first re-occurring pain had made an appearance on the way to school. Kurt was driving, and I'd just waved goodbye to the boys, and settled into my seat when I felt it. A lurch in my stomach, which shocked my body with the overall force of it, it was unyielding.

Kurt noticed. "Are you okay? What was that?"

I gritted my teeth, lying straight through them. "Oh, nothing, just...cramps, I guess"

A taunting jab of pain stabbed straight into my side, almost mocking me and my excuse I'd made to Kurt. I hid this one better though, and I curled slightly into myself to ensure that it wouldn't be so obvious the next time it happened either.

I was in the hallway, and my throat began to close up, I choked like a fish out of water, rushing straight to the bathroom and dodging the curious eyes of Jacob Ben Israel who looked tempted to follow me right in there.

I slammed the lock shut on the door before heading straight for the sink, and throwing up my breakfast.

My eyes felt heavy, and hallucinations were becoming more severe.

By the time I thought I'd witnessed my father at the end of the hallway, only for him to disappear in a flash, I knew it was time to get out.

I headed to the bleachers, not prepared to go home and face Ricky, who I knew would be with Melissa and Miko. What I did not expect to find, however, was a person sitting under there already.

I didn't take much notice of who it was, simply groaning as my head spun.

I was sure I picked up a familiar scent, and a flash of blonde hair made itself clear in my brain. Enough of these damn hallucinations already. Fuck.

"Hey, you...Whoever you are, fuck off before I break your face" I slurred. I'm sure whoever I was talking to must've surely thought I was drunk.

"You already tried that once before" The voice spoke, and a sense of unwanted nostalgia filled me to the brim, along with panic alarms going off crazily inside my head.

"I- what?" I held my face in my hands, trying to stop my head from spinning. The voice that was speaking kept altering itself in pitch, slowing down and then speeding up. I couldn't even bare to open my eyes to see what monstrosities my blurred mind could create before me.

"Where were you last night?"

"Asleep" I lied. "Fuck off"

Whoever this asshole was I was about to knock them straight off their feet.

"I don't think you were"

"Fuck off." I grunted, staggering forward and removing my hand from my face, trying to make my eyes focus on the hazy figure before me.

Something snapped inside me, and with a sharp stab, my vision came screaming back in full force. I could finally see who I was faced with.

None other than Quinn Fabray.

I slammed the door to Ricky's car behind me as I sank into the driver's seat. I screamed, fisting my jacket, wanting to rip it in two for all I cared.

Her words flew around my head, crashing and causing havoc.

"What are you doing under here? No one comes under here" I looked away, unable to face her unknowing what I must've done to her the previous night. It was as if as soon as I looked at her, it would all add up in her brain, and the images of me staggering towards her would piece together a rather disturbingly accurate picture. One that could be very dangerous to me and my kind.

"I knew you'd be here, I want to talk"

I noticed how when I stepped forward, she stepped back, no matter how far away from each other we were. Her arms were behind her back but they trembled. Her knees were bent and feet placed solidly in one direction as if she were poised to run, preparing to escape. She was afraid of me.

Blaine, what the fuck did you do?

"I know it was you!"

"Fucking hell, what do you mean? I have a headache and I can't be bothered for your little fairytale story crap that you're most likely just about to drop on me." I tried to remain unfazed. Maybe I could use this whole fear thing to my advantage.

"You were at the abandoned gas station on Bonds Street last night weren't you?" She let out in one breath, her eyes were wide and scared, which gave me an overwhelming sense of déjà-vu. I realised it must have been the way she was observing my shadow from last night when I was planning my attack that reminded me of the petrified look on her face as she did so.

"I was at home last night" I said, my eyes dead set on hers.

"Don't try lying, I saw you"

"Well then, I must have a secret twin, because I wasn't there" I slouched my shoulder and let my bag fall to the ground, flipping my phone out and jamming the end of my headphones inside it. Maybe I could just block her out.

The moment I snapped the chunky headphones onto my ears, and let them fill with music, they were yanked off immediately. I caught her wrist in my grasp, to which she gasped at, trying to pull it back.

"You didn't see anything" I challenged. Gripping her wrist tighter, so tight that I knew if I jerked my hand to the left in a quick motion then I could break it, easy as that.

She panicked, using all of her strength and her entire body to try and push herself off of me, but there was no physical way she could ever overpower me.

"Let me go! Help! HELP! HEL-" I cut off her pathetic screaming with my hand over her mouth, letting go of her wrist and shoving her backwards until her back was to the metal supporting pillar of the bleachers.

"Here's what's going to happen, okay?" She fought against my hand, trying to wriggle free again. "You aren't going to speak a word of whatever you think you saw that night to anyone. We won't talk again, you won't even acknowledge my existence at school ever again, and if you do, I'll kill you for good. Just you wait and see, this time I won't fail."

I felt as though I was behind a glass screen, banging and screaming and pounding against the glass as I watched myself threaten this poor girl. I slumped against it helplessly and let myself be controlled by my inner demons.

Was this another side effect? What the hell was happening to me?

I couldn't even turn and watch her leave as I let her go, she ran as fast as her legs would carry her, tears streaming down her face and sobbing wildly as her hand covered her mouth, her wrist beginning to bruise already from how hard I'd hurt her.

I fell to my knees, screaming as I bit into my own hand, fighting the severe wrenching pains that ripped my body apart. I had no idea how I'd even managed to make it back to my car, the one that Ricky and I shared, but leaned towards being his.

I fell once more when I reached it, crawling and dragging my worthless and limp body to the door and hauling myself up.

I tossed around fitfully in the back of my car for quite some time, before I realised that it was two minutes to ten, and I had less than a minute to compose myself enough to call Jack and try to persuade him that I was well enough to function for two days.

Ring Ri-

"Blaine? I thought you wouldn't call. I was just about to phone Ricky, I- Where are you?"

I tried to breathe deeply. Tried to compose myself as best I could.

"I'm at school"
The voice I spoke in did not sound like my own.

"Okay...what did you do last night?"

"I did what you told me to do"

I panicked, trying to remember whose soul I'd taken last night, the ache was increasingly less painful in the morning than it had been before I'd passed out, so I must've taken someone, right?

"Well, who did you take?"

Shit. "I don't fucking know, man. I didn't stop to exchange pleasantries." I snapped, and immediately regretted it. I was never angry towards Jack, he would definitely notice the tone of my voice.

"Okay, okay, don't bite my head off. What did they look like?"

Flashes of black hair and big muscles entered my mind. "Uh, black hair. Tanned? I think he was ripped too."

"Right.." He didn't sound convinced. "I think I'm gonna call Rik, Blaine, this isn't saf-"

"No! No! Don't call him, i'm fine! Honestly, I'm just exhausted."

"You're tired?? He asked, shocked.

"Yeah, I know, I don't know why"

"But you can't-"

"Unless fully contented, I know."

He hummed to himself, taking his time to answer. "Well, that is strange." I pinched the bridge of my nose, just as I began to tremble once more, feeling bile rise up my throat. I winded down the window.

"Dude, I really think it's better to be safe than sorry, I mean look at me, do you remember how bad I was when people left me alone? I know what you're feeling, I know that you don't want to accept that you need help. But you do! Seriously, if you want to get better for Kurt then-"

"I'm fine!" I cried, almost screeching. "Jack, you don't understand, please, please give me two more days. You won't regret it, I promise!"

He hesitated for a while, sighing and shifting down the phone. "I don't know...Blaine"

"Please" I sobbed brokenly into the receiver, and that seemed to be the cracking point.

"Two days. If anything happens and I mean anything, you call me straight away. Without a moment of hesitation, straight away. Do you understand me?"

"Yes" I sighed, leaning my head forward on the steering wheel, wishing I was different.

"Okay, goodbye"

I hung up the phone, just as another wave of nausea hit me and I stuck my head out of the window, throwing up onto the tarmac.

"Where's Blaine?" Mercedes asked when she came to meet me at our normal place.

"I don't know" I bit my lip. Blaine had been gone since second period, I hadn't seen him in our history class after I'd left him at his Science classroom first thing in the morning.

"He looked a little ill earlier, so maybe he slipped out" I shrugged, frowning. My gut told me that something was going on, but I chose to ignore it. Worrying and over-thinking things never did anyone any good. I shrugged it off, following Mercedes down the hallway.

I'm sure he'll turn up by lunchtime.

He didn't show.

To: Blaine Anderson
Where are you? Why aren't you at our lunch table? Hope everything is ok x

I sighed and pulled out my English book, glancing at my watch and waiting for Blaine to appear round the corner with that signature boyish smirk and worn leather jacket.

I remembered about Sean.

He gave me his number for 'emergencies' and he had said it in such a serious tone I'd just let him take my phone and enter his digits into it without question.

What if something had happened to Blaine?

I stood outside the choir room, watching the rest of the Glee club as the dial tone rang in my ear.

"Hey Kurt! What's going on? Do you need someone to kick Blainers ass? Because i'm up for the job!"

"Uh, hi Sean, no, but I did call to ask about Blaine. Have you seen him?"

"No...Shouldn't he be with you? At school?"

"Well that's the thing, I haven't seen him since first period. I'm sure it's nothing, he didn't look very well this morning so maybe he just slipped out for some fresh air and decided to go home or something...but he usually calls to tell me or-"

"What do you mean he didn't look very well?" Sean sounded concerned, slightly panicked.

I frowned. "Uh, he was just a little pale, and he seemed distracted. He kept doubling over in pain and holding his stomach, trying to disguise it when I wasn't looking."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, worrying silence.

"I just assumed he was trying to put on a brave face in front of me...Is something going on?"

"I...uh, I'm not sure, I just need to call Ricky. I'll get back to you, okay? Don't worry about it Kurt, we'll find him." I nodded, but it sounded as though Sean was trying to convince himself, never mind convincing me.

I walked the streets.

No, I staggered the streets.

Staggered down them...I mean.

Fuck. This gun was heavy.

Or maybe it just feels heavier because i'm not supposed to have it.

It feels heavy in my pockets because of the guilt that's weighing me down.

I shouldn't be doing this.

Was that a pig flying? Damn hallucinations.

Oh it's Kurt!

"Heeeey baby" I threw my arms around him from behind, holding him around his waist.

"What the fuck! Get off me homo! I'll fucking kill you!" Kurt pushed me away, and I whined, why was he being so frigid? I thought he looooved me.

My hood was up and I had no idea why. Kurt had turned around but his face was different, since when did he have a moustache? I don't remember feeling it when we kissed.

I frowned. Kurt was shoving me. He shoved me and pushed me back against the wall.

Maybe he did want to kiss me after all. Kurt sometimes loved to shove me against walls and kiss me.

"I'm fed up of you predatory gays going around trying to spread your fucking fairy-dust everywhere, someone needs to teach you a lesson!"

My head spun and the images my eyes showed me were jumping around everywhere like bunny rabbits. "Woooooh...bunny rabbits..."

"What?" Kurt spat at me. I tried to pull him close, and my head lolled sideways. I realised that Kurt couldn't see my face all of this time, because my hood was up, so maybe that's why he didn't want to cuddle me.

I went to pull off my hood when Kurt punched me in the stomach, hard.

I growled. How could he do that? And why was Kurt's hair shorter than I remembered? And why weren't his eyes pretty and blue, but mean and brown? And why the hell did he have that moustache? His image shook in my brain, unfocused and blurry and the pitch of his voice was deeper, but I knew this was Kurt. My brain was just tricking me again. Damn hallucinations.

Kurt punched me in the face, and I heard something crack, so I pulled out my gun, and Kurt started screaming. I wondered why he was screaming, and he ran away.

I frowned. Why was Kurt running away from me? Stupid Kurt. Fuck him.

I aimed and shot at his retreating figure with my blurry visioned aim, swaying on my feet. I couldn't see Kurt anymore, and no one else was around, I doubled over in pain once more, trembling and sweating, until something red began to drip from my mouth.

Was that blood? Why was I bleeding?

I lay down on the pavement as the blood streamed from my mouth, puddling around my face that was planted on the ground. I lay there shaking for a while until the sky became darker and I felt cold.

Why was no one around?

Kurt pushed me into an alleyway but there are still people in alleyways right? Why didn't anybody love me? I stroked the metal of the shiny silver gun against my face. It was cool and when you breathed on it you could doodle pretty patterns.

I slurred, calling out for Kurt. But he didn't come, because he doesn't love me anymore.

That made me sad.

I don't like being sad. I don't want to be sad anymore.

I stared at the pretty gun in front of me, stroking it as a weird red light reflected on to it. I heard the engine of a car and someone shouting my name before I fell completely into darkness.

A/N: So I was thinking of updating more often but with shorter chapters? What do you think of this one? What could possibly happen next I wonder...