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-JC
"Who was that?" Maria asked, her arms crossed in from of her.
"That was Kurt, he was just worried, that's all."
"Oh okay..." Blaine motioned to head towards Alice, using the little girl as a distraction. He was hoping that his mother wouldn't bring the topic up, so he focused on the little child, drawing on the piece of paper that was on the table.
Maria walked towards them as well. Inside Blaine's head, he kept on wishing that she wouldn't ask, as if repeating it over and over inside his head would make a difference.
"Blaine?" He stood up, pretending as if nothing was wrong. Alice kept herself busy coloring in the picture of a lion with the color red. "Tell me about Kurt. Because I know he's more than Alice's teacher." The little girl looked up at the mention of her name, silently listening in to the adult's conversation.
"I already told you, he's a friend."
She gave Blaine a curious look. Kurt may be just a friend, but she wondered if there was more to it. A secret... maybe. "But why did Alice call him Kurtie, when he is her teacher?"
"Kurt's been coming over a lot, and they grew to like each other, that's all."
"Papa also likes Kurtie!" Alice shouted from across the table.
"Likes?" Blaine's heart raced, in his mind he went over very few reasons to why Alice would say 'Papa' and 'likes' and 'Kurtie' in the same sentence. "Blaine?" There was literally nothing feasible enough entering his head! Alice brought them together, why did she have to be the catalyst to break them apart?
"Yeah, he's a good friend." He managed to blurt out, nodding his head, trying to convince his mother of his repetitive reasoning. Alice simply continued colouring. "Why wouldn't I like him? He's been there for me and Alice when needed."
Maria gave up the questioning for now, but her look suggested that there would be some more coming from her later on.
"I still don't think this is a good idea Mr. Anderson. It's been two months since the divorce, and I don't think he'll welcome me with open arms." Julia stood by the table, her arms closed and tightly hugging herself. She tried her best to hide and simply disappear from Blaine's life, knowing full well what she had done. It was a complete lapse of judgement, and now she knew it was her fault, not Blaine's.
"This is not over Julia, I will not have my reputation ruined by that disappointment of a son!" Mr. Anderson's face of defeat grew stronger as the he slammed the door, leaving Julia there in the middle of the room.
Silence. Julia began to think more clearly, she wouldn't dare go back after what she'd done. After a few seconds of thinking over it, she headed for the dining room table, where a picture of her, Blaine and Alice sat in the middle, much like a center piece. Julia looked at it for a while. She thought how wonderful of a life they must have right now, without her incessant ways always troubling them.
Her mind drifted to fond memories of them before things went wrong. She smiled, taking the picture and kissing Alice's image and then Blaine's, before taking a hold of the medicine bottle she laid out before Mr. Anderson's unexpected visit. She opened it, making one pill fall out of the bottle and then ingesting it with a glass of water.
Time was all they needed, and maybe one day, they will welcome her back. But not now, it was too soon.
She sat on the chair and placed her head on the table, using her forearms much like a pillow. Calm breaths flowed out of her mouth.
She needed sleep.
Sleep was what she needed.
Alice was left alone with Maria. Cyrus, Blaine refused to call the man his father, called him and said, not requested, for them to meet at the hotel the man was staying at, ensuring privacy between their conversation.
Though he was his father, that relationship has long disappeared between them when Blaine went off to college. His father wanted him to study pre-med, but Blaine didn't want to.
He entered the fancy hotel near the airport, Blaine scoffed to himself as he searched for the room his father was in. He would spare no expense to the hotel that he'd be staying at and yet not help with Alice's upbringing with even the tiniest of amount. A new school bag, or even a pack of new pencils would have been nice, but nothing from the man, and yet he had the nerve to tell him off about Blaine not giving Alice a good education.
"A suite? Nice." He said sarcastically as he knocked on the door with a familiar tune of three that everyone in the world did, and without a second's haste, Cyrus opened the door, cigar in hand.
"You know you can't smoke in this building right?" Blaine said, entering the room, immediately feeling annoyed by whatever it was his father did. Whenever the man was present, Blaine couldn't help but get irritated. His brain was wired that way now, not that he really minded.
"I paid for the room, and I will do what I please in it." Cyrus retorted, giving Blaine space as he went through. "What the hell are you doing with your life Blaine?" He tapped the cigar on the tray on the table, causing the ash to fall off.
"Since when did you care about me or what I do? I swear, I'm even starting to doubt if it was even my decision to go to Dalton anyway." Blaine refused to sit down. "Besides, I'm an adult now. Whatever I do is none of your concern."
"Now, son," Blaine flinched at the word. "Tell me why you broke it off with Alinory."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Didn't you hear anything I said yesterday? She wanted the divorce, not me, but I would have done it anyway. Things were getting wrecked anyway! She had no job, and for the past year, she was just hanging around getting drunk with her sister! That is not the example I want to set for my daughter on how to live life."
"But you could have fixed it."
"I tried dad! I wanted to keep her in Alice's life somehow, but she went off and kidnapped Alice! How am I supposed to trust my daughter with her after that?"
"She's-" Blaine couldn't help but interrupt the man. How could he not understand the predicament that he was in. It wasn't like a broken plate or a lost phone. What he almost lost was his daughter, the man's grandchild for God's sake!
"My. Daughter. Almost. Died!" Silence filled the room. Inconsiderate was the only word inside Blaine's mind. Cyrus wouldn't understand, he wasn't there, and even if he was, he wouldn't even care. All he would care about is his business, and his image. That's when it hit Blaine... Of course! "Wait, this isn't about me at all isn't it?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." The older man sat down, tapping the cigar once again.
"Oh you definitely know." Blaine crept closer, the anger in his hazel eyes stared right down on to his father's being. "This isn't about me, or Alice; It's about you and your fucking image." He saw the flare in Cyrus' own eyes, and yet he continued talking. "I see it already: 'Son of CEO, Cyrus Anderson, failure in life'. Well guess what, I don't care." He towered over his father, looking him down. "Even if I don't have all the money you do, you're still more of a failure than me, because you know what? I have a family, a true family, while you have no one." Cyrus stood up, letting the cigar go, and towered over Blaine, but Blaine never faltered. "Not even Ma wanted to go with you. No one loves you Cyrus, no one did-" A loud hit caused Blaine to almost lose his balance. Reflex took over as he wiped his lip, finding that there was no blood drawn.
"Get out." Blaine let out a big breath.
"Oh and another thing... dad" He spat out the word, as if it was the most disgusting word he's ever said.
"Get out."
"I am in love..." He grabbed the doorknob.
Cyrus stared at Blaine. He just wanted his son to leave, but then, Blaine said something that caused his heart to quicken, something that he never expected his son to say.
"... with a man." Blaine closed the door, running off down the hallway, ignoring his father's call.
It was almost two in the morning when Blaine came back. All night, he just sat in his car, thinking of all the things he said to Cyrus. This was definitely a Thanksgiving Holiday to remember.
Kurt stayed awake. Thanksgiving was fun, and yet, he knew it would have been better with Blaine. Finn finally went back to his room, quite loudly, before Kurt decided to take a small walk to tire himself out. He grabbed a slightly thick jacket and put it on, not minding that his pajamas were so thin, that his legs would instantly freeze.
Nothing entered Kurt's mind at all really. He silently walked out the door, and into the porch, sitting down on the chair as he held himself tightly. The plants waved with the cold wind, saying hello to Kurt as he smiled at them. It felt so cliche, true he did want Blaine to be present, but he couldn't well keep Blaine away from his family. Blaine... The name alone caused Kurt's heart to flutter.
He tumbled his hands into his jacket, wanting the warmth from the inside, only to feel a small object. Kurt pulled it out, it was the doll Alice gave him. He smiled at the resemblance it had with Blaine.
Blaine looked outside the window, the moon was almost full. Not that it mattered anyway. It's just something that entered his mind at the time. Looking at the only source of light at night calmed him. It gave him fond memories of a movie his mother once showed him as a child. He chuckled to himself, thinking about it. It was so familiar, this scene. Silently, he took his phone out, going immediately to Kurt's number, where it showed a photo of him. Blaine smiled as he sang.
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight. Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.
Kurt thumbed the face of the doll as the cold air hit him, continuing the song he sang to himself.
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there
And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
Blaine continued to look around, singing the words to the song.
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
The two men sang their hearts out, looking at each other's images.
Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
He looked at his phone, seeing Kurt's smiling face held up against his own. It was the first picture they ever got together. He took a close look of all of Kurt's features. The way he smiled, that little scrunch that Kurt's right eye did. Blaine just smiled, stroking the photo, not realizing that he accidentally pressed the green button down below.
Suddenly, his phone showed the image it always showed when calling someone, but before he could react, he heard Kurt's voice on the other side of the line. "Hello?"
I'm a sucker for that movie XD
Song used was
Somewhere Out There from An American Tail
Anywho, I hope you liked this chapter n_n
Spoiler: Klaine hangs out for Black Friday!
-JC