A/N – Seriously thank you guys for any of you who actually read this fic (: got four chapters left now and I'm kind of edging on changing the end a little... I'm really intrigued by what anyone thinks will happen in the end of this? So if you have any idea then that'd be great and I'd love to hear in reviews (: Thankkkks
Disclaimer – Not mine (:
That afternoon, Blaine Anderson walked home with Mrs. Hummel and Kurt to the Hummel household. Blaine spoke about how his eyes had gone all hot and he felt the power behind them when he moved the glass, and how he felt like he could move almost anything in the world. Neither Mrs. Hummel nor Kurt judged Blaine. He was clearly convinced he had moved the glass and therefore both mother and son believed him.
"You do believe me, don't you?" Blaine said with anxiety in his words.
"Well duh." Kurt said before nudging Blaine with his shoulder.
"Oh, I believe that you should believe in any power that you think you have. Believe it with all your heart." Mrs. Hummel said, clutching the book she held to her chest as the children skipped ahead.
They came to a sudden stop outside a large, grey and old looking house.
"That's where Ms. Sylvester lives," Kurt said. "We pass it every day." Blaine stepped back, not wanting to be anywhere near where the awful head teacher lived.
"Why is there a swing in the yard?" he asked having seen it hanging from a tree.
"A girl I know used to live in that house." Mrs. Hummel started, smiling at her son as he nodded in realisation of the story she was about to tell. "She had a good and happy life, but when she was only two years old her mom died. Her dad was a doctor and needed someone to look after the girl when he was working, so he invited his sister-in-law over to stay and look after her. Her aunt was really mean and treated the girl really badly."
"Ms. Sylvester." Blaine said having realised the connection before Mrs. Hummel had to the chance to confirm his suspicions.
"Yes. When the girl was five, her father died too. He killed himself and no one knows why, but the ending's happier. When the girl grew up she found a small cottage, she bought it and planted lovely flowers in the yard and covered the house in honeysuckle. She moved out of her wicked aunt's house and she finally got her freedom."
"Good for her." Blaine said, smiling at the happy ending.
"Do you know why I'm telling you this?" Blaine shook his head, looking to Kurt to see if he knew why but he shrugged, not knowing either.
"You were born into a family who doesn't always appreciate you, but one day things are going to be very different." Blaine smiled at Mrs. Hummel's words. "Shall we go inside and have tea and cookies?" Mrs. Hummel said, taking Kurt's hand in hers before turning towards the house. Both Kurt and his mother turned when they didn't hear Blaine's foot steps behind them.
"This is the cottage from the story," Blaine said, finally realising where they were and the connections in the story. "You're the young woman." Kurt skipped back to where Blaine stood, taking his hand in his before nodding with a smile.
"But then, that means Ms. Sylvester's your aunt." Horror filled Blaine's words and the look of distaste was clear on his face. Mrs. Hummel and Kurt merely nodded before Kurt tugged Blaine towards the house. Kurt led Blaine through the front door and towards the kitchen.
"My daddy's not home yet so we can use the tea-set my mommy bought me for my birthday. I'm not supposed to use it yet because my birthday isn't until next month, but it's too nice not to use."
All three sat down at the kitchen table sipping tea and eating cookies, talking about everything and anything but eventually the conversation slipped back to Ms. Sylvester's house.
"When I left, I left many treasures behind," Seeing Kurt and Blaine's confused faces, she continued. "Like pictures, jewellery – Oh and this beautiful porcelain faced doll my mom bought me. Lizzie doll her name was."
On the way home to Kurt's house later that afternoon they had to pass Ms. Sylvester's house again. They rushed to hide behind the bushes as she came down the front steps to her car carrying various sporting equipment, stuffing it into the car trunk before slamming it closed and hopping into the driver's seat. As she drove off Blaine, Kurt and Mrs. Hummel came out from their hiding place behind the bush. Blaine turned towards Mrs. Hummel, eyes bright and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Let's go get your treasures." He ran off before Mrs. Hummel could reply, Kurt hot on his toes. Flicking her eyes once towards the road Ms. Sylvester had driven down, she ran after the boys quickly.
They walked into the house clutching each other's hands as they took in every feature. Mrs. Hummel sighed at seeing so many of her old belongings, but a gasp escaped her lips as she looked at the portrait above the fireplace. It was a sports portrait of Ms. Sylvester holding a javelin in the exact spot that her father's portrait used to hang.
"Whoever painted Ms. Sylvester must have had a strong stomach," Kurt said side-eyeing the portrait with distaste. "A very strong stomach." He added.
Mrs. Hummel gasped as she looked around the room, waking quickly towards a coffee table which held various trinkets and boxes.
"My father's chocolate box." She said carefully removing the lid and looking at the chocolates inside. "After dinner, my father would take chocolate and cut it in half. He'd always give me the bigger half." Kurt and Blaine glanced at each other before looking at the chocolates in the box once more, licking their lips. "When he died, Aunt Sylvester would count them so I couldn't even sneak one out." Mrs. Hummel's features turned dark.
"Where's Lizzie doll?" Blaine said; keen to change the subject after Mrs. Hummel looked so upset.
"Upstairs." She replied glancing towards Blaine and watching him run off towards the staircase, her face stricken in shock that he was trespassing so easily. Kurt followed, skipping out of his mothers reach as she tried and failed to grasp at his wrist. She dropped the lid on the box hastily, not quite in place and followed both boys. Kurt and Blaine rounded the staircase together and Blaine grabbed a hold of Kurt, pressing him tight against his own body just around the corner out of Mrs. Hummel's sight.
"When she comes around the corner, frighten her." Blaine whispered. They both listened intently as Mrs. Hummel ran towards the vast staircase and once she came into view both children yelled 'boo', causing Mrs. Hummel to almost jump over the banister. Mrs. Hummel recovered herself, scowling at both children before giggling at her own stupidity before leading them towards her room.
"This was my room." She said, opening the door wide before gesturing for them to walk inside. It seemed to have been turned into a storage room for everything Sue Sylvester hadn't wanted around the rest of the house and was now a home to many of the things Mrs. Hummel associated with home, for example the portrait of her father – Magnus.
"Is that Lizzie doll?" Kurt said as he grabbed a hold of Blaine's hand and pulled him towards the bed where said doll lay. Just as Mrs. Hummel reached out to grasp at the doll, the door downstairs slammed shut and Ms. Sylvester's voice boomed around the house.
"Anderson – you useless used car sales man- you need to come around here right now with another car!" She was on the phone with Blaine's father. Unbeknownst to Mrs. Hummel, Kurt and Blaine, Ms. Sylvester's car had broken down a mere 5 minutes after she had driven out of the driveway forcing her to push it all the way back home. Mrs. Hummel grasped at both of the children's shoulders, sneaking towards the hall at the top of the stairs, peering over the side to watch her Aunt's rage on the phone with Mrs. Anderson as she continued to scream insults and threats.
They could see the puce colour on Ms. Sylvester's face, her beady eyes bulging out of her head as she continued to speak about lawsuits and suing the Anderson's car company. She slammed down the phone in anger and flicked her eyes around her home. Something caught her eye on the coffee table in the lounge – the lid on the chocolate box wasn't on properly. She stomped over to inspect, Mrs. Hummel, Blaine and Kurt following her movements slowly.
Ms. Sylvester stomped back out into the hall, sniffing the air suspiciously as if she'd be able to tell if there were any trespassers by some kind of imbalance in the air. Her eyes scanned her home, paranoia seeping into her mind as she took a few steps up the staircase slowly.
"Shouldn't we hide or something?" Blaine whispered panicked, he had already seen Ms. Sylvester's anger-levels and really didn't wish to see it any further.
"Yes, go down to the other end of the hall way, down the stairs and out through the kitchen door. I'll distract her." Mrs. Hummel whispered in reply, shooing both boys of down to the other side of the hall together. Blaine grasped at Kurt's wrist to pull him towards the stairs at the end of the hallway as Mrs. Hummel dashed through another door, rushing to beat Ms. Sylvester on her way up the stairs.
"Who's in my house?" Ms. Sylvester yelled, storming off down the hall towards where Blaine and Kurt had ran rather than the other way as Mrs. Hummel had hoped. The staircase down to the kitchen was cluttered with junk, cleaning supplies, ladders and sports gear therefore much harder than expected for both boys to escape down. Ms. Sylvester's footsteps were getting louder and louder, her breathing heavy. Kurt's hands were shaking in Blaine's grip on his wrist.
Blaine changed position so he was holding Kurt's hand in his own as he pulled Kurt down towards the cluttered stairs, climbing over various items of junk and navigating Kurt the way he had gone. Ms. Sylvester was rounding the corner to the staircase as she heard a large bang coming from the other side of the hall – Mrs. Hummel had thrown one of the many shot-puts in the house at a wall in an attempt at distracting her Aunt before dashing through another door.
Kurt tripped on the bottom step over a broom stick, an avalanche of pots and pans cascading down the stairs and creating loud clanking noises causing Kurt to jump and scamper at each noise. Blaine ran towards the door, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel finally, only to find Ms. Sylvester had barred it and there was no way out. Tears began pouring down Kurt's face, worries for his mother up the stairs and worries about Ms. Sylvester finding them both. There was no way she hadn't heard everything falling and Kurt could see no way in which they could escape.
Ms. Sylvester jumped over the banister, landing like a cat on her feet but creating, to some effects, an earthquake in her home. Both Kurt and Blaine heard the loud bang and the echoes of her footsteps as they became louder and louder once again. Both boys scrambled for somewhere to hide, looking at each other one last time before finding somewhere each.
The principal flung the kitchen door open almost swiping it off its hinges and stormed into the room, only to stop once she saw no one. She stepped slowly around the kitchen table, noting the open door leading to the staircase and all of her utensils and junk lying on the floor. Turning slowly to inspect the room, she saw the table cloth waving as if a light breeze had filled the room despite there being no such thing.
A smirk played at her lips a she walked towards the table, her shoes thudding the wooden floor as she rounded on the table. Kurt was the unfortunate one to be hidden under the table, thinking that his concealment wouldn't have been lifted. He saw Ms. Sylvester's silhouette through the thin cloth as he started to panic – the only way was up.
When Ms. Sylvester lifted the table cloth quickly, Kurt was nowhere to be found. He had silently lifted himself up and stretched his body out onto the underneath of the table, stretching his body as much as he could to keep him as close to the under-side of the table for as long as he could.
Ms. Sylvester sighed as she realised she hadn't caught anyone, rising to her feet once more and sinking down into the seat next to the table to eat the chocolate cake Cookie had cooked for her that day. He legs stuck under the table and Kurt bit his lip in concentration as he tried to stay in his position. Blaine was concealed in one of the many cupboards in the kitchen, clutching at his knees, quivering at the worry of where Kurt was hidden and whether Ms. Sylvester was getting warmer and hotter to finding any of them.
Meanwhile Mrs. Hummel had made her way quietly down the grand staircase, and tip-toed towards the open kitchen door – she had heard the clattering of metal too. She saw her Aunt first, sitting at the table stuffing her face with brown cake, then she saw what could only be her son's small dainty hands clutching at the table legs as he tried to lower himself from the table.
She panicked, looking around for anything to distract her aunt with. She tip-toed towards the front door, opened it slowly and slammed it as loud as she could, hoping that Ms. Sylvester would leave the kitchen at hearing the sound. She ran up the grand staircase, down the hall and clambered down the stairs to the kitchen as Ms. Sylvester ran up the grand staircase at hearing the pots clattering once more.
Blaine tumbled out from the confinements of the cupboard, grasping at Kurt's hand when he saw he was safe before following Mrs. Hummel towards a door which could only lead to a basement of some kind.
They heard Ms. Sylvester clambering down the stairs in the kitchen and then heard her clambering down the stairs to the basement as they scampered to find somewhere to hide. Ms. Sylvester had locked the escape door out of the basement, too. They heard Ms. Sylvester grunting something about rats dying, and the chain of one of her shot-puts.
The chain seemed to awaken Mrs. Hummel's senses as she remembered about a window towards the back of the basement. She pointed towards the small space, whispered 'through there' to the children before guiding them through the odds and ends Ms. Sylvester had dumped down there over the years, climbing on a few boxes before all three of them escaped out of the window into freedom just as Ms. Sylvester rounded the corner of a pile of junk. They took refuge in the bushes once more.
The window was open – Sue Sylvester never opened that window, never opened any windows for that matter, and knew for sure that that window had not been open. Her rage seemed to ignite to a new level of anger, her face turning puce as she ran towards the escape door and ripped the lock from its place before clambering up the stairs and out into her backyard after the intruders.
She began swinging her shot-put swiping at the bushes and weeds, ripping them from their roots. She gave-up uprooting her garden with a shrill scream, echoing off the trees around her home and scaring a few birds from their nests.
At the bang of Ms. Sylvester's front door, Mrs. Hummel, Kurt and Blaine could finally relax. They had gotten out, hadn't been caught and nothing should make Sue suspect them.
"Feel my heart." Blaine said to Kurt, taking his hand and placing it on his chest. True to his word, Blaine's heart was beating ten to a dozen, threatening to rip out of his chest at any second. "I have never – been so scared- in my entire life." Blaine said, punctuating his sentence with deep breaths, trying to calm his erratic breathing. Kurt nodded in response, bracing himself with his hands on his knees as he tried not to pass-out.
"Come on kids, let's go." Mrs. Hummel said, grasping at both of the children's hands and leading them through the bushes and away from the house.
"We'll wait until she leaves again, and then we'll go get your doll." Blaine said, stalling from getting up from the bushes to see Mrs. Hummel and Kurt's reactions.
"Wh- what?" Mrs. Hummel turned around to look at Blaine's face.
"Just kidding." Blaine said with a smile on his face.
"Blaine, listen to me. You have to promise me you will never go back in that house again." Blaine realised the joke hadn't been welcome when he noted the fear behind his teacher's eyes. He glanced at Kurt's face, seeing the same fear etched all over his small face.
"I promise." Blaine never wanted to see that fear again, and definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. He would keep his promise and never go in the house again.
"Okay." She sighed before tucking a stray curl from Blaine's hair behind his ear, grabbing his and Kurt's hands and leading them towards Blaine's home.