AN: If anyone is still with me I apologized immensely for not updating last week, I got a serious case of writer's block and literally wrote this story over again at least ten times. Hopefully it will no longer be like that (fingers crossed). Please review.
P.S. OMG! Did you watch Glee? My emotions were all over the place!
Chapter Eleven-Now I Know I've Got To Take Control
"I really wanted to thank you for meeting me," Charlie said setting his coffee on the table.
"Well, I'm just glad you actually contacted me beforehand instead of just showing up to my apartment," Blaine said.
"I'm sorry about that," Charlie apologized sheepishly. "Look, I understand now that you love…"
"Kurt."
"Right, and I just wanted to get some closure with this I guess. I'd appreciate if we could be friends? And I totally understand if you'd say no."
"Friends? I'd like that Charlie. It's nice to see you coming to terms with everything."
Charlie plastered a fake smile on his face. Blaine lifted his eyes to the door of the coffee shop.
"However I do think you owe someone an apology." The blonde turned his head and the smile instantly fell from his face. Blaine held out his hand and caught her wrist as she walked by.
"Blaine, not now," Folshi looked down at him. "I have to go talk to Kurt," she pointed at him sitting at a corner table, "About something important."
"Just hold on," Blaine said turning her around.
"Folshina, I wanted to say that I am sorry for about my comments about your adoption," Charlie said gritting through his teeth.
"And as heartfelt as that sounded, I respectfully reject your apology," she crossed her arms.
"Now if you'll excuse me," she starts away.
"Oh, how was your lunch with Christian?" Charlie asked and she froze, turning in place. "He was very excited that you finally decided to go out with him."
"You went with that jackass? You told me you had to go drop off some art at the gallery," Blaine turned in his chair.
"In my defense I did go," Folshi put her hands up. "I just…"
"Met up with your asshole of an ex boyfriend was has been nothing but psychologically abusive to you?" Blaine raised his voice slightly. "Fo, you know how weak you are when it comes to him. You always go back to him every single time."
By this time Kurt saw and heard the commotion and walked over.
"Blaine, honey they met in a public place. She told me-"
"You knew about this?" Blaine looked at him. "You knew that she was doing something potentially dangerous and you didn't tell me? Are there anymore secrets that my best friend and boyfriend are hiding?"
"It is not even like that and you know it!" Kurt said.
"Charlie," Blaine turned his head. "Can you please give me a ride home?" He picked his crutches off the ground.
"Sure, no problem," Charlie smirked as he put down his phone.
To: Samuel, Christian
Time: 1:03pm
Date: Tue, Dec. 12
Checkmate
"You should have seen the three of them in the coffee shop earlier," Charlie shook his head.
"Way to go, singlehandedly putting our plan in motion. I thought this would take a hell of lot more time," Samuel said.
They both look over to Christian waiting for a response.
"Awfully quiet Chris. Is this not what you want?"
He shook his head. "It's not that. Don't get me wrong I'm happy you're getting Blaine out of the way; it means I can get closer to Folshi."
"Aw look at that, Christian is in love with little orphan Annie," Charlie said teasingly.
Christian reached over and punched him in the arm. "Shut up, man."
Kurt opens the back door of the car while Folshi pulled out a 12x12 canvas painting.
"Thanks for helping me drop this off Kurt. She couldn't come and pick it up unfortunately."
"It's no problem Folshi honestly," Kurt closes the door.
"Just a warning she's kind of…" she trailed off looking for the word.
"Aggressive?" Kurt opens the door to the apartment.
"A bitch," she responded quickly going through the door. "She once made me redo a painting four times because she didn't like the blue I used in it."
"She sounds absolutely horrible. Why do you still take her on as a client?"
"She pays very well," they both step into the elevator. "This lady pays me in designer shoes that she's probably on ever worn once or twice," she kicked up her foot to show a floral print pump.
"Have you talked to-"
"Nope," she said cutting him off. "He is ignoring my texts and calls, he was irrational and didn't even give me a chance to explain."
"Okay, I'm not taking sides because I can see it from both angles but from I can understand from his perspective that he was hurt we kept this. Even though I don't know the exact story between you and Christian, from what I understand it was a toxic relationship and he thought you were in harm's way."
"I just wish he'd give me a chance to explain," she said as the elevator door opened. "Can you grab the other end?"
Kurt lifts the opposite end of the painting, they walk down the hall to the last door on right. Folshi lets go of the canvas to knock on the door.
"Este mejor ser importante!" A yell from inside.
Kurt froze when he heard the screech. Why does that sound so familiar he thought. The door swung open.
"What?" The girl yelled.
"Santana?" Kurt leaned in.
"Well," she perched her blacked rimmed glasses on top of her head. "If it isn't Milky White. Should've known you'd be friends with someone like Vincent Van Don't-Got-A-Clue."
"You two know each other?" Folshi raised an eyebrow.
"Yup," Santana stood aside so they could bring in the painting. "Went to high school with little Porcelain."
Kurt looked around to see piles of books and papers laying around on the table and floor.
"So Satan, what are you doing now? Like job and school wise?"
"Well, you'd know if you kept in touch these last few years," she crossed her arms. "But for your info I'm becoming a defense attorney," she turned towards Folshi. "Listen Ladybug, I literally
have like two pairs of shoes left. I can pay you next week."
"How did you two meet exactly?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"At the Brooklyn Artists Gym. It's not just for artists but writers and whoever needs a space to clear their head," Folshi said. "Or for people who like quiet."
"Yeah, and with my neighbors throwing parties or fighting it's hard to study."
"Wait, so since you know Kurt that means you know Blaine and-" Folshi started.
"Yeah I know Blaine," her voice became harsh. "Which reminds me Kurt, how can you not have the balls to break up with him? You just stopped speaking to him! You know that Hobbit was the best thing to walk into your life and you had completely just-"
"Santana!" Folshi yelled over top of her. "They are back together now it is okay. Kurt knows what he did was wrong and Blaine has forgiven him for it!"
She crossed her arms. "I still stand by what I said."
"Anyway I figured out how you can pay me for the painting."
It's been about two weeks since the car accident. Since Blaine only broke one bone in his hand the splint he had on was already gone. He was lying on his back on the couch strumming lightly on his guitar. He heard the door open then close, with footsteps coming near him.
"Kurt or Fo, there's a reason I haven't answered any texts and calls. Also I didn't give either of you a key so you can-"
"Cram it pint size," Santana leaned over.
"San?" He quickly sat up. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, turns how Folshi is the person that I get my art from. Since I couldn't pay her for her recent work she wanted me to come over here."
"Whatever you're about to say you can save your breath."
"Listen," she sat next to him. "And listen to me good. Brittany and I broke up one year and three months ago. It was over something so ridiculously stupid I can't even remember what it was. Do you know where she is now? She is off dancing back up for Beyonce. She is so stupidly happy with her life so I guess I can't be mad. Meanwhile I'm here, living in a shitty one bedroom apartment cramming my brains out.
Look the point I'm trying to make is don't sweat the small stuff," she shrugged. "One day you could lose everything over something miniscule. I know that I don't know both sides of what happened and honestly it doesn't even matter. Getting angry in the moment always seems like the right thing to do, but one day you'll regret it."
"God, I have missed you San," he hugged her.
She rolled her eyes but eventually hugged him back.
"Now that I know you're in New York, you are definitely going to be seeing more of my face," Blaine smiled.
Folshi and Christian were leaning against the stage while Kurt was on the floor away from them drawing in his sketchbook.
"Look, if this," she gestured between them. "Is gonna be detrimental to Blaine or if he feels uncomfortable about it then I can't do it," she shrugged.
"Really?" He cocked an eyebrow. "You're gonna let the gay hobbit dictate your happiness?"
She stuck out her hand to Kurt knowing he was going to say something.
"Please enlighten me as to the last time you actually made me happy? Was it the multiple times you broke up with me so you could screw your ex-girlfriend? Maybe it was the time when you called me degrading names and said I'd never amount to anything? No I got it the last time you made me happy was last June on my birthday, for a present you told me you were going to Europe and that you were done with me."
"Can't you just leave that stuff in the past where it belongs? I can't believe you are willing to let me go because he's not cool with it."
"The past was just six months ago!" She yelled raising her hand, then clenching it while taking a deep breath. "Blaine was right," she conceded. "I don't know why I even bother anymore!"
Folshi bends down to grab her bag.
Christian grabs her wrist. "That's because you know you still love me. We were together a year, you can't say you still don't love me."
Kurt was now on his feet with arms crossed. "Let her go," he said sternly.
He rolls his eyes and unhands her wrist.
"I'm done Christian, really. I honestly don't even know what I was thinking."
Blaine set down his guitar when a knock came upon the door. When he opened it Kurt was leaning in the doorway.
"Hey beautiful," Blaine melted at the sight of him.
"Hey yourself handsome," Kurt walked inside. "I wanted to give you back your car keys," he held them up.
"Where has my car been the last two weeks?" Blaine shut the door then went back over to the couch.
"Well after the accident I took it to the shop to get fixed. And then I had to keep it because…" Kurt thought for a moment. "Because I didn't want you driving it in your condition."
"Yeah," Blaine scoffed. "It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you have had your eyes on my Jag since the moment you saw it."
Kurt rolled his eyes upward avoiding Blaine's gaze. "That is utterly beside the point."
Blaine grabs his boyfriend's hand and kisses each finger.
"It's hard to be somewhat mad at you with you doing that," Kurt keeps his eyes towards the ceiling.
"That is the plan," he then kisses the palm. "Look at me."
"I won't give you that satisfaction and if you just think you can bat those stupid long eyelashes of yours and give me that hopeless puppy dog look and-ohh," Kurt's face turned bright red as Blaine slipped one of the fingers into his mouth.
Kurt quickly snatched away his hand and gave him the signature bitch glare.
"Oh there's my boyfriend I know and love," he smiles. "Come here," he holds his arms out. Kurt then places himself in Blaine's lap.
"I'm sorry I freaked out this morning. Fo is just as much your friend and as she is mine. I just don't like being left out of the loop."
"I know sweetheart and we were going to tell you about it. It wasn't just going to stay some secret. But if it helps she did say you were right. She told Christian to meet her at the theater and I went along with her just in case, he really is the biggest jackass on the planet!"
"Yeah," Blaine sighed. "I love you Kurt."
"I love you too dummy," Kurt puts his forehead against Blaine's.
A tan girl with a pixie cut opened the door.
"Hi Blaine," she smiled.
"Hey Sutton," he leaned in the doorway. "Fo here?"
She put up an index finger then puts her hands up by her ears. "Sorry, I turned my hearing aids off, Fo has been on the phone all morning arguing with someone."
Sutton steps to the side so Blaine can get in. He notices all the boxes, paintings, and photographs around.
"Are you two cleaning or something?"
"No, we're moving. I got into the grad program at Rhode Island School of Design and Fo is going to move back in with her parents. She didn't tell you?"
Blaine shook his head.
"I don't see why you care so much!" Folshi yelled coming out of her room with the phone held to her ear. "Either you buy the damn paintings, take them so they can be sold, or I'm getting rid of them!" She looks at Blaine then at Sutton.
Folshi wedges the phone between her ear and shoulder to start signing to Sutton.
Why is he here?
Sutton shrugged. Ask him and get off the damn phone. We need to finish.
Fine. Can I borrow your camera?
"I can't take the paintings with me to my parents' house. There's too many, I only wanna keep some of them. Actually," she takes the camera Sutton hands her. "I'll e-mail you the paintings I have you can choose which ones you want to have," she looks at Blaine and nods to her room. "Does that sound okay?"
Following Blaine they go into her room and shut the door.
"Okay, I'm done arguing this with you River, goodbye," she hangs up and throws her phone on the bed. "What can I do for you Blaine?"
She goes into her closet and reaches for the several paintings in there.
"You didn't tell me you were moving back in with your parents."
"It's been hella crazy," she pulls down several shoe boxes. "Complete chaos, I haven't even found the time to breathe."
Blaine moves to the bed and sets his crutches on the floor.
"I wanted to apologize-"
"You don't need to. It's perfectly fine," she starts taking pictures of the paintings.
"But I do," he said. "It is your life I have no right to just throw my opinions in there."
"Blaine you should know that you opinion does matter to me and I do take it into consideration when given."
"Why does my opinion weigh so heavy?" He threw her a confused look.
"Seriously?" She turns towards him. "You're my best friend, and on top of that you are very wise beyond your years, so of course I'm going to listen to what you say, now that being said it doesn't mean I'm gonna follow it every time," she goes back to taking pictures. "But for the record you were right. As usual."
"I wish I wasn't," he shrugged.
"You can't help that Christian won't change."
"So, why are you moving back in with your parents?"
"Where else am I gonna go? I can't afford rent on my own," she puts down the camera.
"Live with me," he said excitedly.
"I value our friendship too much to do that to you," she smiled. "I am literally the worst roommate to have. Actually artists living with other artists is the only thing that works. I will fuck up your apartment. You saw the living room? That's actually clean considering how it was before!"
"But your parents' house is further away, please just move in with me," his eyes go wide.
She grabs the pillow and hits him in the face. "Don't you use that kicked puppy dog look on me Blaine Anderson."
He crawls off the bed and sits in front of her. Blaine takes her hands into his own. "Folshina Nicolette Katherine Scott, will you do me the honor of moving into my apartment? Make me the happiest man alive?"
Folshi looks at him the sighs. "You're such a dork!"
"I'm gonna take that as yes," he smiled brightly.