A/N: Thank you for being patient with me. This chapter is a little jumpy but not really. Trust me it's leading to something big. Also thank you for wishing me a quick recovery. Please review, I love reading them all they make my heart go super wheee
Chapter Six- It's Always Darkest Before The Dawn
Folshi walks into her room with a bowl in her hand, while Kurt stood in front of her closet.
"Your style is so bohemian-hippie chic, I love it," he smiles.
"Glad to know my wardrobe has the Kurt Hummel stamp of approval," she hands him the bowl.
"Folshi, what the hell is this?" Kurt looks down at the bowl and sits down on her bed.
"It's a popcorn mix," she sits beside him. "It's popcorn, teddy grahams, pretzel sticks, M&Ms, sprinkled in cocoa powder and cinnamon sugar."
"Oh god, you're like Blaine aren't you? You can eat whatever the hell you want and not gain a pound. I'm starting to think you two actually might be related."
"Hey! Blaine and I go to the gym!"
He shoots her an incredulous look.
"Ya know, when we want Gatorade or stop in at the snack bar."
"Oh!" Kurt remembered. "Tonight as you know is the last show for Spring Awakening, well the director already has the next show picked out and I think you should audition for it. Blaine is going to audition too."
"Sure I'll audition. What's the musical?"
"She wants to RENT and I'm so excited," Kurt jumped.
Folshi's phone starts going off. She goes over to the dresser and looks at it.
"Say, you mind taking a little trip?"
"A trip where?"
"To my parents' house," she turned around.
"They don't live in like Manhattan do they?"
"No," she shakes her head. "They're only like twenty minutes away."
Blaine walked out of his apartment complex when his arm was grabbed.
"Hey!" When he turned his face fell. "Ugh Charlie, what do you want?" He snatched his arm back.
"I've been waiting for you to come to your senses," he says as if it's the most obvious thing.
"I have and I realized that you're an asshole. I meant it when I said I don't want to see your face again," Blaine said harshly.
"It's that Kurt guy isn't it?" Charlie cocked his head.
"Oh typical," Blaine scoffed. "You can't own up to being an ass so you find an outlet."
"If I'm an asshole now, then I was one when you started dating me!" Charlie crossed his arms.
"Maybe I was blinded my loneliness and tried to see a nice guy under the exterior."
"And you just magically came to this epiphany when your ex walks back into your life?"
"Well," Blaine shrugged. "I guess next to Kurt Hummel all your flaws were magnetized. Now goodbye Charlie," he walks away.
Kurt shut the door and looked up in awe. "Your parents live in a townhouse in the Upper East Side?"
Folshi nodded standing beside him. "I don't exactly like to brag about the fact that my parents are kind of wealthy."
"What do your parents do exactly? If you don't mind me asking."
"Well my dad is a doctor and my mom is a paralegal turned interior designer, which is why I brought you here."
She opens the door with Kurt following behind and goes in. They walked down the hall and into the kitchen where a middle aged woman with pale skin and dark eyes was sitting, concentrating on the work in front of her.
"Hey mom," Folshi goes over and kisses her cheek. "This is my friend Kurt."
"Kurt," she stands up. "It's nice to finally meet you. Fo says you can help me?"
"Help with what exactly?" Kurt walks over.
"Well, I have a few color schemes in mind for a friend's nursery but I'm not sure which I like better or anything," she sits back down. "What do you think?"
He looks at the samples and starts putting different ones together. "I like that together, what about you?"
"Kurt," she looks at what he put together. "This is brilliant! This is it!"
"I told you mom," Folshi smiled.
"Honey would you like to work for my interior design company?" She puts a hand over his.
"Are you serious? He tilted his head.
"Completely, you have a good eye and I need someone with your vision on my team."
"I'd love to. Thank you Mrs. Scott," Kurt smiled.
"Oh please dear call me Emma," she stands up and closes her folder. "I insist you both stay for dinner. Kurt you can meet my other children."
"Sorry mom, we can't. There's a show tonight we have to go to," Folshi tells her.
"Aww and you won't be here for Thanksgiving?" Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Blaine's parents "requested his presence" in Westerville so I figured I would tag along and make it a little bit more bearable for him."
"Oh no, you're leaving me with Simon, Cooper, Derek, and Elias?" Emma shook her head.
"Who are those people?" Kurt asked.
"Simon, Cooper, and Derek are my older brothers and Elias is my dad. Basically my mom going to be the only female. If you think mine and Blaine's eating habits are bad you don't want to see theirs."
Blaine, with flowers in hand, followed by Folshi walk down the aisle of the theater before spotting a couple of familiar faces. He grabs her hand with his free hand and pulls her through one of the rows.
"Mr. and Mr. Berry," he smiled.
They turn and see the curly-haired brunette giving them a charming smile.
"Blaine!" Hiram exclaimed. "It's good to see you. Please you and your friend have a seat next to us," he smiled back.
They take the next two seats by the couple.
"Fo this is Hiram and Leroy Berry, they're Rachel's dads."
"It's nice to meet you," she leans forward and smiles.
"Likewise my dear," Leroy returned the smile. "This is Rachel's first lead on an off-Broadway production."
"I'm sure she'll shine. She always does," Blaine said.
"Ease up on the charm," Fo hits Blaine's knee gently. He grabs her hand to kiss and gives her his signature wide smile.
"Woah, Blaine?"
He raises his head. "Oh hello Finn."
"Is this your girlfriend?" Finn nods to their hands.
"He's joking, right?" She whispers into Blaine's ear.
Blaine chuckled, "I am a hundred percent gay Finn."
"As long as you aren't drunk," Finn takes a seat next to Hiram.
"Will I ever live that down?" Blaine mumbled.
"I haven't heard that story," Folshi smiled.
"And you aren't going to!" He rolled his eyes.
"I can't believe you got me flowers," Kurt looked down at them. "And yellow tulips nonetheless! My favorite flower and my favorite color," he smiled at Blaine.
Blaine unlocked the door to Kurt's apartment letting him walk in first and following behind.
"Yeah, I remember from the time you…" Blaine's voice trailed off.
"From the time I took you to my mother's gravesite," Kurt said quietly as he put the flowers in a vase. "This was a really kind thing to do," he walked back over to Blaine. "Thank you."
Suddenly Blaine found his arms around Kurt pulling him in for a hug. After a hesitant moment Kurt threw his arms around the other boy's torso. Later for what seems like hours they slowly pull apart keeping their eyes on each other.
"Blaine I-" Kurt started.
"Wait," Blaine cut him off. "Kurt I have a question to ask and I want you to be truly honest with me, okay?"
Kurt nodded slowly.
"Why do you still wear the promise ring I bought you?" Blaine lifts Kurt's right hand to bring the ring in question within their vision.
"I… umm…" Kurt was trying to find the words then sighed. "At first it was the little hope I had that you would come back and just forgive me I guess. But then after a while it became the only thing I had that reminded me of you. This ring gave me comfort and solace because I knew you loved me."
"Kurt I feel-"
A knock rapping on the door interrupted the thought.
Kurt sighs, before getting up to answer it. When he opens the door a frantic Rachel storms in and starts pacing around.
"Finn and I got into a huge fight about the show, Jesse, and everything, and I didn't know where else to go. I couldn't just be there with him, cause even his face is pissing me off and how could he do this on my final show night? And the day before Thanksgiving? Who just-"
"Rachel!" Kurt yelled to get her attention. "Sweetie got pour yourself a glass of water and breathe deeply.
She nods going to the kitchen and Kurt walks back over to Blaine.
"I should go," he stands up. "I'll see you in the morning?"
"Yeah, bright and early."
They walk over to the door together.
"Goodnight Kurt," Blaine smiles.
"Goodnight Blaine," the smile is reciprocated.
Kurt shuts the doors and rolls his eyes when he hears Rachel start ranting again.
Blaine takes Folshi's bag out of the trunk and throws it over his shoulder as he rolls his suitcase and walks up the driveway. He hardly notices when his friend comes up beside him and nudges him
"Are we going to stay out here and admire how pretty your house looks?" She chuckled, but when she got no response, she sighed and looked at him. "Look, I don't know what is gonna happen in there but whatever happens I am going to stick by your side the whole way."
"It's really comforting to know you're here. Maybe they'll ease up." Blaine sucked in a deep breath then exhaled. "Let's go."
They walk into the house to be greeted by a tall blonde wearing an ice blue button up shirt with a gray pencil skirt and high heel stilettos.
"Hi Blaine," she smiled. "Do you remember me? I'm Catherine O'Day, your mother's assistant."
"Yes I remember you Miss O'Day. It has been a while."
"Your parents are busy at the moment but you can take your girlfriend upstairs-"
"This isn't my-"
"The guest room has already been made up for her," Catherine continued to talk. "The staff is currently working on dinner and it should be ready at 5," she looked towards Folshi. "Please dress accordingly," she eyed her paint stained jeans and walked off.
Folshi hits Blaine's arm as they walk up the steps. "You didn't tell me I had to dress up for dinner!"
"Didn't you say Kurt helped pack your bag?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Why?"
"Then trust me you have something in there for dinner."
Blaine opened the door to the guest room and puts her bag on the bed.
"Thanks for bringing in my bag," Folshi says as she follows in. She feels her phone vibrate in her pocket from a new text message. She takes her phone out to read it.
Hang that dress up immediately! (: –Kurt
She goes to her bag and sees a dress bag on a hanger.
Thank you so much! You are my hero. –Fo
"I should let you get ready. If you need me my room is right down the hall."
Blaine knocked on the door. "Fo, are you ready?"
She opens the door wearing a black V-neck dress, purple shoes; her usual curly hair was straightened.
"How do I look?" she smoothed down her dress.
"Well, if I were straight I'd date you," he smiled.
She looked Blaine up and down. He was wearing a regular black suit and his hair was gelled down.
"I think the tie is a bit much," she started to undo it. "For the record I like the curls way better than the gel."
Folshi walks back into the room to put the tie down.
"So Miss Scott," he puts out his arm. "Are you ready to go?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," she slipped her arm through his. "You're lucky I love you and that I don't want to make a fool of myself," she said as the descended the stairs.
At the bottom of the staircase two figures greet them. The woman was olive skinned with dark curls around her face. She's smiling wide just like how Blaine smiles. The man also had dark hair and Folshi could see immediately where Blaine got his eyes from.
"Mom," Blaine kisses her cheek then steps back. "Dad," he nodded towards the older man. "This is my friend Folshi Scott."
"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," she shakes both of their hands.
They go to sit down at the dinner table after a few moments of quiet Victoria Anderson speaks up. "So Folshi what is it that you do?"
"I'm an artist and I teach dance," she answered.
"Are you any good?" James asked.
"She's great," Blaine said before she could. "Fo is very talented," he smiles.
"I'm just glad my only son has found someone who has relieved him of that phase he went through during high school," James said.
Blaine put his head in his hands.
"Looks like you're going to need this," Folshi pours her wine into Blaine's glass filling it up to the brim. "I wanna stay sober for this one."
"Thanks," he mumbled. He drank the wine in almost five seconds flat.
"Now," she turns back to his parents. "What do you mean by phase?"
"Surely Blaine told you," Victoria looked at her. "Blaine went through a homosexual phase a few years ago. But thank God he found you and he came to his senses."
"Blaine and I aren't together!" Folshi exclaimed.
"Well, why not? You two see very compatible," James spoke up.
"Well," Folshi thought. "Blaine has a stunning smile, a beautiful singing voice; he is charismatic and charming, and not bad too look at," she nudged him. "So… umm… let me see. Why don't I want to date him?" She mulled it over. "It could possibly have to do with the fact he's not attracted to girls."
"Blaine Michael Anderson," Victoria puts down her silverware. "You are almost 23 years old and still going through this phase. When will it end? Your father and I have dealt with this for far too long."
"Really, mother?" Blaine spits out the last word. "How have you dealt with it? By threatening to send me to a straight camp and just turning your head at the bruises and black eyes I got."
"We sent you to Dalton-" James started.
"After I got damn near got beat within an inch of my life!" Blaine interrupted.
"Look," Folshi put her hands on the table. "You both are basically cutting him out of your lives for something that he cannot control. Then you want to invite him for dinner and act like nothing is going on. And if you don't want to get to know him then that is truly your loss because your son is a talented man with a big heart," she stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me," she leaves and goes to her room.
"Well, as customary you both have turned a great holiday into crap," Blaine stands. "At least you are consistent," he leaves.
Kurt is in the kitchen with Carol and Rachel helping wash dishes when his phone vibrates indicating a new text message.
They were actually worse than I expected. –Fo
I didn't even think it was possible for them to be worse… How is he? –Kurt
You know him, always has that brave face on –Fo
He sighed reading that text message. Why does that not surprise me? He thought.
"Are you alright sweetie? What's wrong?" Carol rubbed his back.
"It's just Blaine," he shook his head.
"Blaine?" Burt suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Blaine Anderson?"
"Did you start talking to Blaine that night we went to the café and didn't tell me?" Rachel stomped. "You said that nothing happened!"
"Well, that's true," Kurt looked at her. "But we went out for coffee and we've just been friends since then."
"Did Blaine spend Thanksgiving at his parents' house? We would have loved to have him here," Carol said.
"I offered, but his parents 'requested his presence' at their house," Kurt looks down at his phone. "And judging by our friend Folshi's text it didn't go too well."
"I do not want Blaine going back to that house during the holidays," Burt said sternly. "Make sure you invite him here for Christmas and do not take 'no' for an answer."
"Yes dad," Kurt nodded.
December
Blaine sits on the end of a long table messing around with his guitar
You're sweet
Wanna hit the street?
Wanna wail at the moon like a cat in heat?
He turns and Folshi is singing.
Just take me out tonight
Please take me out tonight
Don't forsake me - out tonight
His eyes stay on her as she sings and gets on the table. She starts crawling towards him.
I'll let you make me - out tonight
Tonight - tonight - tonight
Folshi throws her arms around his neck and puts their foreheads together.
After a short moment of silence someone yells, "Are you gonna kiss or what?"
They break apart laughing.
"It's okay, you guys don't have to kiss yet. That was really good Folshi," the director says.
"Avi and I worked on hard on it," she smiled.
"Yeah, I bet," Blaine mumbled
She punched him in the arm.
"Alright guys, you can go sit down."
"You're an ass," Folshi says as they go sit in the audience.
"I can't help that you and the choreographer are-"
"Are doing absolutely nothing whatsoever!" She cuts him off.
Blaine chuckles and looks up to see Kurt and Samuel talking.
"Green with envy?" Folshi leans in.
"Hardly," Blaine scoffs. "They aren't even dating."
"Yet somehow you're still jealous," she says teasingly. "You're playing Roger and he's Mark so you guys have to be best friends."
"That'll be a real test of my acting abilities," he smirked.