Ugh, so sorry this chapter took so long to write and is so long. I was having difficulty with transitions between scenes, so that's what's with all the random cuts ^^; A lot happens in this chapter, hope you enjoy! -LoveTheLegend
Blaine stopped in front of his front door, holding the lunch he had bought for his family. He knew the hell that was probably behind it, Kurt probably told his parents everything, and he was going to be grounded for life. He leaned his head against the painted, cool, metal door, and grasped the brass handle in a crushing grip. As he turned the handle and pushed the door forward, he heard a slightly cheery conversation issuing from his living room. After entering his home, Blaine trotted quickly to the kitchen, depositing the paper bags onto his kitchen table. He heard the conversation in the living room die down. Crap. They know I'm here. Blaine's fight or flight response began triggering in his head. Run away from my own parents and risk looking guilty if Kurt hadn't told them anything, or stay and fight through the embarrassment if he had? Blaine felt his heart racing in his chest as the memory of earlier came back, as well. He had advanced on Sebastian. What would Kurt think of that? He couldn't make this alright. Ah, but he had wondered too long.
"Blaine?" He heard his mother chime. He quickly brought their gazes to meet, his appearance of that of a deer in headlights.
"Yes mother?" He replied, almost too quickly.
"You have company." She stated, smiling, as if it were the most normal thing in the world right now. Well, to her, it might be. Blaine saw the face of his boyfriend- Well, ex boyfriend- pop up behind her. Kurt was looking rather conflicted and not as happy and flamboyant as usual. That could have been expected, however.
"Kurt…" Blaine said, a sorrowful look across his face. An uncomfortable silence ensued. They both were wishing they could read each other's minds; Kurt was desperately searching Blaine's eyes for some sort of reassurance that he had lied to him over the phone, but the possibility of that practically vanished when he saw the tears forming.
"Blaine…. What…?" Kurt started, but quickly shook his head and ran to Blaine. He practically jumped on him, draping his arms around Blaine's neck and squeezing him like he hadn't seen him in years. Blaine awkwardly tried to return the hug by putting his arms on Kurt's back. He looked up to see his mom nod and exit the kitchen. He felt Kurt nuzzling his face into his neck and mumble something close to 'I'm sorry'. Blaine suddenly felt not only guilt rise through him, but some weird demented sense of horror. Then he realized it; He was feeling a sense of guilt because he was hugging Kurt. He felt like he was cheating on Sebastian! Blaine shuddered at the thought, and Kurt seemed to notice.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked, pulling away. Blaine felt the guilt wash over as he tried to cover his shocked expression with that of remorse. He definitely wasn't as skilled as Sebastian at his façade.
"Kurt, I'm so, so sorry." Blaine stated. He felt like he was pouring false emotion into that statement, but Kurt seemed to buy it. Why am I feeling this way… Damn Sebastian! Blaine screamed at himself in his head. He looked at Kurt… And all he thought about was Sebastian.
"Blaine… Are you alright?" Kurt asked again, looking suddenly horrified. Blaine knew he couldn't hide his emotions like this for long, and suddenly at this statement Blaine's mind kicked into overdrive; and he did something that only Sebastian would have been proud of.
"Kurt, God, I'm so sorry, you don't understand how much I regret doing what I did… Forgive me?" Blaine stuttered out quickly. Blaine quickly squinted and he could feel the fake tears forming in his eyes. Kurt looked thoroughly convinced as his gape quickly turned into an expression similar to Blaine's. Blaine, yet again, felt the wave of guilt, except now it was for lying.
He could already visualize the hole he was digging himself into.
"Blaine… I trust you…" Kurt said, smiling with tear-filled eyes. "I know you wouldn't do something like that to hurt me. I know you love me, and I love you. I was over-reacting, and I came here to apologize because you weren't answering your phone." Kurt stated slowly, cocking his head ever so slightly to imply he was the one at fault. Blaine felt his heart sink. He trusts me, and I lied to him. He did try to hurt Kurt. Blaine's mind seemed to be running on auto-pilot, and the auto-pilot seemed to be taking lessons from Sebastian.
"Kurt, no, it is my fault, it all is. No matter what, I shouldn't have done that to you. There is no way you are overreacting; I would be pissed in your situation, too." Blaine said, trying to emit a comforting look. Kurt was still buying it. And that was when it hit Blaine; well, when he hit Blaine. On the lips. With his. The passionate interlocking kiss only lasted about five seconds, but Blaine noticed a difference immediately. The way he smelled, the way his lips were like soft flower petals. Not that that was a bad thing, no, but after smelling Sebastian, after feeling Sebastian, his rougher, chapped lips pressed into his, the feeling of Kurt just wasn't as... Satisfying. Blaine gave Kurt the opportunity to pull away first. Oh, yeah, hello! It wasn't even an hour ago that he was making out with another man! Of COURSE Kurt would notice that!
"Blaine… Something's different… Your lips taste like cigarette smoke." Kurt remarked vehemently. What? What was he on about? Sebastian smoked? Why hadn't I noticed this? Oh, that's not what I should be thinking. Shit. What do I say? I can't say I smoke, that would be bad… Shit shit shit shit…
"Um, I-I don't know why." Blaine commented lamely. Kurt furrowed his brow.
"Blaine… You didn't start… Smoking, did you?" Kurt asked, horror in his eyes. He fumbled over his word options here. He could easily tell Kurt he smoked-which he needed to interrogate Sebastian about- or he could tell him the truth. He was really buried in the mud this time.
"Kurt, I'm sorry, I was pissed, and it won't happen again, I promise…" Blaine stuttered finally. He was really referring to the fact he cheated, and he knew that promise would be broken. But at least he wasn't technically lying other than the promise. Or was he? Was he sorry? Did he mean what he said? He didn't know…
"Blaine, that can kill you!" Kurt shouted in a hurried whisper. Blaine saw the tears forming again. This wasn't going to go over so well. What to do, what to do…
"Kurt, no, stop." Blaine replied quickly, raising his hands onto Kurt's face. He stared him down in the eye, hazel meeting deep blue. "It was a mistake. It won't happen again. Stop crying." Blaine said, feeling tears rolling down his hands cupped on Kurt's cheek.
"I just… I just don't want to lose you!" Kurt said, breaking down in sobs, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder. They stayed the way for several minutes, the only thought going through Blaine's head: I'm screwed.
"Stop! Stop! You're hurting him!" Sebastian heard himself scream, but he couldn't feel his lips moving. "He'll die!"
"The faggot deserves it!" He heard the older jock say, raising the metal bar once more and striking the man below him hard on the back. Sebastian couldn't help but let out a whimper as the boy let out a blood-filled scream of pain. Sebastian struggled against the man holding him. He was trapped. His boyfriend, right there in front of him, was trapped. This was it.
"Hey! Bruce! We got a problem, them cops from down the road saw us and they are comin' down here! Drop the fags and let's get the hell out!" He heard one of the older boys shout. He felt a brief feeling of relief sweep through him, and the boy holding him forcibly shoved him to the ground, then darted out of the alleyway. Sebastian crawled over to the body sprawled on the cement.
"T-Tyler… Tyler! Tyler, wake up! Move!" The world around him seemed to stop when Tyler didn't respond. The blood leaking out of his nose and mouth from the blows seemed endless, like a river ceasing to stop. He grabbed for his hand, which had become colder, and held it to his face, the tears starting to fall. "Don't die… Please… Don't die… Don't die…" Sebastian sobbed, rocking back in forth, holding his boyfriend. He heard the police shouting from a distant place, but all he could see and feel right now was pain.
"Hey! Kid! Hey! What happened here? Get backup, now!" One of the cops shouted to the other cops. He soon felt arms dragging him away from the motionless body, from his boyfriend's body…
Just that. A body.
"No! Let me go! Stop it!" He heard himself screaming, fighting the cop to get back to his boyfriend. He refused to think he was dead: Hadn't they promised they'd always be there for each other?
A white flash. He was in a hospital room. There he was, on the bed, looking peaceful. He wasn't dead. Not yet. He could still save him, there was still time-
"Sebastian?" He heard a doctor's voice, but could not respond. All he could do was sit there and stare at the boy in the bed in front of him. They had loved each other so much, for years they had committed to each other; It just couldn't end here. It couldn't. "He's all right. He's in a coma, he'll be fine. You need to get some rest; you've been sitting there for at least a day without food, water, or sleep. Come on, now, he'll be fine." The doctor cooed, but Sebastian couldn't move. He felt the doctor's strong arms wrap around him, dragging his own nearly lifeless body, dehydrated and starving, away from Tyler.
Another white flash. The heart monitor… It went flat… He could hear nothing but the long, continuous beep…
Dead. He was dead. He knew this, he saw the casket with Tyler in it, his nose fixed, his mouth closed in an eternal slumber. God… He looked so much better, so much more at ease than he did in the hospital…
He felt the tears rolling, he felt his mother and father's hands on his back. He felt them hug him in remorse; they were together. All of them.
Sebastian bolted awake, the clock only reading about 5 P.M. He felt hot tears running down his face. It was that damned dream again. He looked to his bedside table, where he saw 2 empty bottles of his dad's beer, something he probably wouldn't miss, and a package of cigarettes that he stole. He knew he must have fallen into a drunken slumber, which was why he had that dream. He hadn't had time to clear his mind of the thought so he wouldn't have it. He shook with the memory, trembling, breaking, falling all over again.
And he remembered why he couldn't love Blaine.
"So… Are we back together again…?" Kurt asked Blaine, who was pacing the bedroom. Kurt wasn't quite sure why he was doing it, they pretty much made up. Blaine stopped, and stared directly at the boy sitting on his bed.
"Kurt… Kurt, of course!" Blaine said, false pretense filling his eyes again. Kurt smiled at this. I'm getting too good at this, this is messed up, Blaine thought, trying not to show the conflict going on in his head right now. He had to tell Kurt, one way or another. He was coming to some demented conclusion that Sebastian needed him more. Which he wasn't sure he did. "But… Kurt… Just, out of curiosity," Blaine began, staring deep into the innocent green-blue eyes, "If it ever happened again… Would you still be pissed?" And with that, Blaine saw the iron bars shut behind Kurt's eyes, as his beautiful blue eyes seemed to transform into grey.
"Why…?" Kurt asked tentatively.
"I just want to know." Blaine said in a comforting tone. "I'm meaning, like, while we were fighting and I didn't know you came to apologize…" Blaine said, his comforting looks turning ice-cold. Kurt pondered over this.
"You did, didn't you… You didn't smoke… You kissed him…" Kurt said, the realization dawning on him. "God, you are so stupid!" Kurt screamed, running out in a fury. He paused halfway out the door, and turning on the balls of his feet, added: "You're a goddamn liar, Blaine! Screw you!" Kurt shouted, then, with a flash, ran down the hallway, around the corner and out the front door. Like that, Blaine knew it was over.
-Monday-
Blaine didn't want to go to school, not today. He was terrified of McKinley, it was Kurt's grounds, and he was infiltrating. He pondered on going to Glee club; they needed the extra voice, but was it worth it to face Kurt? He pondered all this while he drove. He could just easily turn around, or go hang out at Dalton for the day, or something other than face the inevitable. He hated the feeling. He saw the school on the horizon, just a few more blocks away. He had to do it sometime, why not today? If they were going to judge him, then so be it.
The atmosphere of McKinley had definitely changed. He noticed some darker glares from certain students as he walked down the hallways to his first class. And that was when it hit him: Shit. French class. With Kurt. Damn it.
"Bonjour!" The teacher said, walking in. He had nothing against Mrs. Meek, but right now he wanted to explode, because he remembered they were going to be giving French speeches today, and, as always, he would be first because his last name was Anderson. Whyyyyy does my last name have to begin with 'A'…
"Are we ready to give our speeches today?" She asked, in French of course. He heard faint mutterings of 'oui' throughout the class. They were doing speeches about themselves, mostly, just to practice since it was the beginning of the year. "Blaine Anderson?" She seemed to ask, as if Blaine could just shake his head and refuse to go. But he couldn't do that, of course.
As he walked to the front of the class, he could feel eyes boring into the back of his head, little lasers pricking his nerves. He turned around to see a mix of curious and hateful gazes; and then there was Kurt, who wasn't even looking at Blaine, just seemed to be fiddling with his pencil.
"Hello, I'm Blaine." He started, in French. This was only second year French, so his grammar wasn't perfect. "I transferred here to McKinley from Dalton Academy. I took French there also. I'm a musician, I play piano and guitar. I'm also a big fan of Harry Potter." Blaine stated, and he saw a small grin creep up on Kurt's face. "My dream is to do something in theatre. I want to be an actor. That's all you really need to know about me." Blaine said, nodding his head slightly, and turning to sit down. He wasn't afraid of giving the speech, even though it was lame. He was more terrified of the glares he was getting from the students who knew Kurt; apparently their break-up spread like wildfire. Well, one thing was for certain, it was going to be a long day.
"Yeah, and I heard he actually cheated on Kurt. I mean, that's pathetic, and that's coming from me, man." Blaine heard Noah Puckerman whispering from the lockers in the locker room's next isle. Blaine wanted so bad to go over and set them straight, tell them he didn't do anything wrong-
But then there was that, he had done something wrong, he was at total blame, he was an asshole. But even so, he wasn't going to stand around and listen to this. Without bothering to put an over shirt on over his tank top, he lingered to the edge of the isle.
"Yeah, I feel horrible for my bro, man-"
"Excuse me, but regardless of your views on the situation, it still hurts to hear you discuss it behind my back." Blaine spat out, face contorted in an angry gaze.
"Oh, and the man shows himself!" Puck retorted back. Blaine felt the gazes of the other people in the room linger for a moment on the argument.
"Look, just… just stop, okay?" Blaine said, in a disbelieving tone. "I thought we were all friends."
"Yeah, well, that sort of thing tends to dwindle out when you purposely hurt my brother, dude." Finn answered. Blaine heaved a sigh, remembering suddenly the days before Dalton, when the bullies came like endless parades. He felt his hands absently flexing.
"It… Alright, yeah, I'm an ass, but when I try to APOLOGIZE you all seem to act just as much of an ass as I am! At least I can forgive people for their mistakes!" Blaine shouted, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins.
"That how we're gonna play?" Puck said, holding his arms out as if to say 'come at me'. Blaine noticed Finn walking up beside Puck, forming a barrier so he couldn't run. Suddenly, Blaine felt trapped as he was reminded that before he had always had the option to run. He turned briefly to glance behind him, to see an angry Mike standing there. His fight-or-flight response was malfunctioning; he absolutely could not run this time.
"So…?" Blaine squeaked. "Gonna beat me up? That's how you're gonna solve your problems?" Blaine retorted, more strongly. "You know, that's bullying, I thought you guys were against that." Blaine curled his fists as he had a flashback from fight club; he could beat the living shit out of one guy, why not three? He felt his mind racing, calculating how he should approach this. They started closing in on him, all three lumbering closer. He felt rough hands on his back, shoving him into the lockers, all three of them glaring at him now.
"Don't…You… EVER... Hurt Kurt again, do you hear me?" Puck shouted, taking him by his tank top and roughly pulling him back and shoving him against the lockers again. Blaine suddenly felt the adrenaline rising in his veins, his fight response finally kicking in-
BAM! The other boy with the Mohawk found himself shoved up against the other lockers on the other side, a rough fist knocking into his jaw, causing him to tumble to the floor. Blaine turned around just as the other two lunged for him, felt his leg rise and kick Finn in the face. He heard a sickening crack and watch blood ooze from his nose as he fell to the ground. Mike was stunned for a moment, and just as he lunged for Blaine, Blaine's fist came up, hitting him right in the stomach, and shoved him back into the lockers.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE-" He could hear Beiste's screams, but Blaine couldn't control what was going on. He felt Puck putting him in a headlock, and he desperately scratched his arms as he felt his breath leaving him. Finn was on his feet now, fists raised, and just as Coach Beiste rounded the corner, Finn's fist collided with Blaine's temple, and then Blaine felt another fist colliding with his nose, causing blood to ejaculate itself onto Mike and the floor. Blaine felt his face swelling, and he had given up the determination to fight. He felt rough hands separating Puck from his back, and his feet cave from beneath him. He had no idea why he collapsed, but he felt suddenly weak and unaware of his surroundings. Was that Sebastian standing behind Beiste? Why was he smiling?
Finn wasn't sure how it happened, or why Blaine was laying on the floor acting like he couldn't recognize any of them. Bieste was pounding a lecture into their heads.
"WE DO NOT BEAT UP STUDENTS IN THE LOCKER ROOM, THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED AND I'M SICK OF IT!"
But there he was, the boy Finn thought he was friends with, completely ignoring everything the coach was saying, even though she was yelling at all of them.
"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"
"Where am I…?" Blaine muttered faintly. "What're you doing here?" He said in the direction behind Bieste, but there was nobody there.
"Um, Blaine?" Beiste said, suddenly realizing he wasn't talking to anybody. Finn felt blood still dripping down his nose, and tried to block the blood by using his sleeve. Blaine's bloody nose seemed to not bother him.
"I can't… I'm sorry… I'm just confused right now…" Blaine said, his vision wandering around. Has he gone mental?
"We need to get him to the nurse. C'mon, don't just stand there! HUSTLE!" The coach barked, and Mike and Puck, after rolling their eyes, bent down and grabbed Blaine up by the arms. As soon as they got him up, however, he started shouting.
"I DON'T WANT YOU, GO AWAY, YOU MADE MY LIFE LIVING HELL, GET OUT!" He shouted, suddenly collapsing back into the arms of the football players. "Make it stop…" He finally muttered, bowing his head and relentlessly walking out of the locker room, the football players dragging him. Finn tagged along behind in case Blaine fell backwards. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"
Unfortunately, they all assumed Blaine was yelling at them.
Blaine was totally loopy. He felt nothing but excruciating pain, his eyes hurt, his face hurt, and he still felt the warm blood trickling down his face as he weakly walked down the hallway, unaware of the two people beside him, carrying him. But that wasn't the worst part; Blaine wasn't sure if it was his concussion, or if the stress had gotten to his head, but he was hallucinating. Not just, "Oh look, a pony!" kind of hallucinating, either; unless Kurt and Sebastian were ponies.
"BLAINE, YOU BASTARD!" He saw Kurt angrily trotting along next to him.
"Make it stop…"
"I'll tell you what, Blaine. You can come to my house at 8 tonight if you want." Sebastian said, appearing on the other side of him.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He yelled, unable to control his emotions. What the hell is going on here…
"He's a monster Blaine, he just wants in your pants!" Kurt yelled. Sebastian suddenly looked offended.
"You don't know the first thing about me!"
"You're just a stuck up bitch!"
"And you have a gay face!"
"And you smell like Craig's list!"
"STOP FIGHTING!" Blaine said, thrashing, suddenly realizing he had the inability to move, and his arms were suspended. He felt pressure tightening around his biceps. "STOP IT! LET GO!" Blaine screamed, and suddenly felt the weight of his body hit the floor. He heard a whisper, is he okay?
"Blaine, I love you!" He heard Kurt say, cheerfully.
"Blaine, I need you…" He heard Sebastian retort.
"Yeah, hallucinations are very rare with concussions, but he'll be fine, don't worry." He heard a foreign voice exclaim, as he realized the hard surface his body was laying on was now soft and squishy…
"I'm so sorry, Kurt…" Blaine finally mumbled, returning to consciousness twenty minutes later. He felt around, his vision blurry, but the pain slightly receding. "Where am I…" He muttered, sitting up. He recognized the room as the school nurse's office. Finn was on the bed next to him.
"Great, you're back, now can you stop muttering about love and shit? It's getting annoying." Finn exclaimed to Blaine.
"Why are you here?" Blaine asked, perplexed, as Finn hadn't really been injured.
"Anything blood related goes to the nurse. And since you nearly broke my nose… Well, it doesn't matter. I'm still pissed at you." Finn responded, turning his face slightly away.
"Dude, I shouldn't have done that. But after getting bullied for so long… Well, fighting kind of just comes naturally. I'm gonna get suspended, aren't I…?" Blaine finally asked, dreading the worst.
"You and me both, me probably longer than you." Finn said, a hint of aggravation in his voice.
"I'm really sorry." Blaine said, heaving a sigh. "About… About everything. About Kurt, about this, about… God, I'm just a total freak…" Blaine stuttered out. Silence ensued for what seemed like forever.
"You're not a freak. You're just a dick." Finn retorted. Silence.
-Meanwhile at Dalton-
"Shut the hell up! It's none of your business!" Sebastian angrily shot at Jeff as they rushed down the hallway.
"Dude, it is. Blaine is our best bud. What the hell did you do to him?" Jeff shot back.
"Yeah? So what're you gonna do?" Sebastian punctuated, stopping and turning to Jeff. "Beat the shit out of me?" He held his arms out, and moved in close enough to Jeff their noses almost touched. "Go right ahead, see if I freaking care."
"You are such a DICK, you know?" Jeff retorted, angrily shoving Sebastian away.
"Hey, no bullying here, remember? I take offense to you pestering me." Sebastian said, glaring hard at Jeff. He started off towards his class again when he felt a tug on his blazer, swiftly pulling him around to face Jeff, whose face was contorted with anger. He felt the fist collide with his face, and instantly grabbed the blonde's wrists, flinging him backwards. Jeff stumbled up, and charged again, grabbing Sebastian by the shoulders, and shoving him against the hallway's wall. Sebastian struggled against him, before finally ramming his knee up into the other boy's groin. Jeff let go, and dropped to the floor, moaning in pain.
"Don't, mess with me." Sebastian said, and punctuated his sentence with a slight kick to his stomach. He saw tears rolling off Jeff's cheeks as he started down the hallway again. Just as he was about to exit the corridor, he ran face-to-face into a teacher, followed by a student. Well, I'm screwed.
"Mr. Smythe, what would possess you to do this?" The principle said, breaking the silence.
"He was pissing me off." Sebastian replied rather nonchalantly.
"Sebastian," The principle said, lowering his voice and leaning forward. "I understand you have problems at home, but-"
"What goes on at my house is none of your business, Mr. Rodgers." Sebastian interrupted, casting a livid glare his way.
"Alright, just- look, if you want to continue attending Dalton, you need to stop. I've had several reports from students of you harassing them, and harassing former Warbler, Blaine Anderson." The principle leaned even closer. "Sebastian… This has to stop. I'm giving you a suspension for two weeks, and I'm notifying your father." He punctuated by leaning back in his chair, seemingly satisfied to have the situation under pretense control.
"And since when has he done jack shit, huh? Since when has he tried to help me? Okay, yeah, suspend me. That's fine. I seriously doubt he'll give a damn." Sebastian calmly grabbed his bag and stood up. "I'll see you around." He said, and without making eye contact, left Dalton, and went on his way back home. Well, his dad's house, anyways. It didn't seem like much of a home to him anymore.