AN: First Tuesday update! Also to singbooks I hope I'm getting the whole present/past tense thing right in this chapter. I looked it over and tried to fix it. Please review, I really appreciate it.
Chapter Eight- Take It Back To Square One
"What are you doing here?" Blaine looked at her.
"My only son was in a car accident last night," Victoria walks further into the room sitting in the chair by his bed. "I took the company jet as soon as Folshi contacted me."
Blaine looked towards Folshi who giving him an apologetic look and mouthed 'I'm sorry' as she left.
"Don't be angry with her, she did the right thing," she said. "If she didn't tell me about the accident, would you have?"
His eyes shifted down to the floor, biting the inside of his lip.
"I didn't think so," Victoria shook her head.
"Can you blame me? Especially after what happened at Thanksgiving," he looks at her.
"I've been thinking about that," she looked down at her hands then back at him. "I wanted to apologize about that. After that fiasco I did some research; trying to educate myself more and I've even signed up for some classes. I know now that being gay isn't a choice for you. And on the plane ride here I kept thinking that your accident could've been so much worse. I didn't want those words to be the last I ever said to you," she moves her chair closer. "I love you Blaine and if you're happy then I'm happy for you."
"Wow," Blaine said. "Mom, you really don't know how much hearing you say that means to me."
She puts her hand over his. "You're getting out tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, I'm getting released tomorrow morning."
"Well, before I leave how about I take you and Folshi out for lunch?"
"That sounds great. Kurt can come too," Blaine smiled.
"Kurt?" Victoria asked slightly taken aback. "The boy you dated in high school?"
"The very same," Blaine nodded.
"Oh honey, I may not have approved of it at the time but that doesn't mean I was completely oblivious to what happened. You were so depressed and locked yourself in your room for days blasting Adele."
"It's different now," he sits up more. "Mom, he's so clearly the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I can't be without him."
"I trust your judgment. Especially with the way your face is lighting up. I'm gonna go, but I'll visit you later."
She stands up and kisses his forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too mom."
She walks out smiling at him.
Folshi shut the door of the hospital room and sat next to Kurt, who was reading the newspaper.
"He's not going to hate you, he could never hate you," Kurt said folding the paper.
"You didn't see the look on his face before I left," she reached into her bag as her phone started ringing. "Hello?" She answered.
Kurt looked at her and heard muffling on the other end.
"Oh my god," Folshi's jaw dropped. "Thank you so much! I can't even… Thank you, I will definitely get back to you on this," she put down her phone when the call ended.
"So are you going to tell me what that was about?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Okay," she turned toward him. "But you can't tell Blaine, I want to be the one to tell him."
He nodded.
"Well a few weeks ago I saw that the Parsons Dance Company was auditioning people for their tour next year and I went, not thinking I was actually going to get in. They called me a week later and said I was a finalist so I went back to audition again. Anyway that was David Harrison the executive director and he said they want me to go on tour with them! I'm going on tour right after RENT closes."
"That's amazing! Why didn't you say something earlier?"
"I went to the auditions on a whim; I didn't think I'd actually get in. It's… just unbelievable."
"I just remembered didn't you have a date with Avi last night?"
Folshi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, he should really go into acting because the persona he puts on during rehearsals is a mask. He's an arrogant and chauvinistic jackass."
They turned their heads when Victoria walked out of the hospital room and stand up when she approaches them.
"Well, Folshi and Kurt I want to thank you both for taking such great care of Blaine. He's really lucky to have people like you in his life. Tomorrow before I leave I want to take you all out to dinner."
"That would be great Mrs. Anderson," Kurt smiled.
"Please call me Victoria especially with how long you're going to be in my son's life," she smirked.
Kurt and Folshi exchanged glances then looked back at her.
"I'd love to go but I have a dance rehearsal tomorrow, I really wish I could," Folshi shrugged.
"It's alright, next time you're in Ohio or I'm in New York we can go shopping.
Victoria steps forward to hug Folshi then Kurt.
"I truly mean it when I say thank you," she said when she pulled back. "Goodbye."
She left and the two looked at each other.
"I'm going to go check on him," Kurt said.
He walked into the hospital room to see Blaine with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey, I just saw your mom. She gave me and Folshi a hug and thanked us for taking care of you," he smiled.
"It's unbelievable isn't it?" Blaine raises an eyebrow.
"That's actually an understatement. She also invited us for lunch tomorrow. Folshi can't come, she has… something to do."
"Hey, come here," Blaine moves over in his bed and Kurt goes to sit next to him. "So, can I tell you something? He asks as he slips his fingers through Kurt's hand. "You gotta promise you won't freak out."
Kurt looks down at their joined hands, then back up at Blaine nodding slowly.
"Last night, I was awake the entire time you told me your story."
Blaine watched the color drain from Kurt's face.
"Oh my god," Kurt threw his head back and groaned.
He started to get up but Blaine pulled him back down.
"You promised you wouldn't freak out!"
"That was before I knew what I was agreeing to!"
Blaine rubbed his thumb over Kurt's hand at an attempt to calm him. "I wanted to say that for as long as you'll have me I'll be that hero for you. I want to always be that person who can save you because you've done that for me and so much more. The funny thing is you don't even realize it."
"How can you be like this when I broke your heart?"
"Even though you had broken my heart it was always yours. I can't be with other guys because they just aren't you. I realize that I will never be able to love anyone else the way I love you. And I just want to say that I may have given up before but just know that this time around I won't be so easy to get rid of."
Blaine looked over to the blue eyed boy and wiped a tear away. Kurt carefully put his arms around him.
"You don't know how happy I am for you to hear that. You won't have to worry about me getting rid of you. Never."
Kurt put his forehead against Blaine's.
Kurt put a striped scarf around Samuel's neck and handed him a pair of glasses.
"Thanks babe," Samuel smirked.
"I told you to stop calling me that," Kurt glared at him.
"You're so sexy when you shoot the bitch stare," Samuel stepped closer.
"I have a boyfriend so you should really stop with the flirting."
"I should but that doesn't mean I'm going to," he shrugged.
"Go back out onstage, you're needed for the dance." Kurt said.
Kurt walked out into the auditorium and stood next to the director, Natalie, watching Avi, the choreographer, and Folshi teaching The Tango Maureen. Samuel walked on stage and stood with Candace, the girl playing Joanne.
Avi dips Folshi and his hand that is placed on her waist starts moving lower.
"Let go," she says through gritted teeth.
"Fine," he puts his hands in the air prompting her to fall onto the ground.
"Ow," she put her hand behind her hand.
"And then" Avi turned back to everyone. "Joanne drops Mark."
"Wait," Candace raised her hand. "I thought Folshi was being Joanne. Did we do that whole thing backwards?"
"God I hope not," Samuel groaned.
The cast then started arguing amongst themselves about what was right or not.
"Are you okay?" Kurt walked to the edge of the stage.
"Freakin' peachy," Folshi sat up.
"Maybe we should end rehearsal early tonight?" Natalie rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Feel the adrenaline
Moving under my skin
It's an addiction
such an eruption
The brunette leaned back against the bar; he's been watching the blonde haired man for a while now
I guess now is as good a time as any he thought. He picked up his drink and sat next to the other man.
Sound is my remedy
Feeding me energy
Music is all I need
Baby I just wanna dance
I don't really care
I just wanna dance
I don't really care
"Hi, what are you drinking for?" He inquired.
"I need a reason to have a drink?" The blonde raised an eyebrow.
"A drink? No, but you've had at least four now."
"Ah, watching me were you?" He smirked.
"Couldn't help but notice the guy with the pretty blue eyes."
She's been a crazy dita
Disco fever and you wonder
Who's that chick? Who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? Who's that chick? (
The blonde turns in his seat and sticks out his hand. "Charlie," he smiled.
He grabbed the extended and shook it. "Samuel. So Charlie you gonna answer my question?"
"My boyfriend broke up with me a few weeks ago and I still haven't quite gotten over it."
"I'll drink to that," Samuel takes a sip of his drink. "There is this beyond gorgeous man I went out with and now all of a sudden he has a boyfriend and rejected me."
Samuel looks out at the dance floor then back at Charlie. "C'mon dance with me, let's forget about the boys for a while."
He took Charlie's hand and led him to the center of the dance floor.
Back on the dance floor better not to take me home
Bass kicking so hard blazing through my beating heart
French kissing on the floor, heart is beating hardcore
Heard everybody is getting a little tipsy off the crazy juice
This will end up on the news