Author Note- This update took a lot longer than I planned and not because it's super long either I was just gone all weekend. And once again, no smut, but I like not writing it for a while and really building on Rachel and Blaine. This chapter you get a real deep look into Blaine's past (including the stranger) which explains most things, but he still has some secrets I have no yet told. I hope you really enjoy this chapter because I did writing it. All I could say when I finished re-reading was "Oh Blainers".
P.S. The character of Ellie is a shout-out to jackpotgirl for all her amazing fics and the manips that she has made for me. More of my fellow blainchel shippers will have shout-outs, most likely as passing characters but I love you all so much. And on that note HAPPY BLAINCHEL ANNIVERSARY
Chapter 8
Blaine was just lounging on his bed, cutting random carvings into the wall above where his pillow rested, when he heard the sound of a car pulling up into his driveway. He smirked to himself. There was no way the girl could resist him. She'd resisted but like many others before her, they always gave in. He'd been waiting in anticipation for the past few hours since their hallway encounter, knowing that this time she stopped by it wouldn't be to cry or work on a project but something fun.
Blaine slid off the bed and walked over to the front door, opening it to let Rachel inside. But when the door swung open, it wasn't a petite, brunette cheerleader, it was someone a lot more intimidating. Blaine stumbled back, shocked at the tall figure and his unexpected presence on Blaine's doorstep.
"What are you doing here?" He snapped.
The boy walked into the house without being invited and shed the hood he had over his head. It was lighter outside now than it had been in the bar, so Blaine could tell automatically it was him. Logan. He should've made the connection at Louis's but he had been so caught up in everything that he had let it slip past him. He knew something had been wrong, which is why he hadn't been back to the pool hall since, but now Logan was at his house.
"Is that a way to greet an old friend?" Logan said, crossing his arms after shutting the door behind him. Blaine tensed, seeing his only way out shut and lay just beyond the boy. His fingers twitched by his side ready to reach for his knife at any moment. His instincts kicking in. "Come on Anderson, don't be such a hot-head. That's what always got you in trouble anyway; I'm not here to hurt you."
"Not that you would be able to." Blaine growled. "Don't you remember the last time we saw each other. I bet the scars haven't faded yet have they?"
"I was at a disadvantage." He said simply. "It had nothing to do with the fact that you were better than me."
A smirk grew on Blaine's face. "So you admit it then?"
"Were. As in past tense. Look Blaine, I told you I'm not here to fight." Logan made a move to step closer but Blaine only responded with a step back keeping the distance the same.
"How did you find me? I made sure no one could."
"I have my sources." Logan shrugged.
"Get the fuck out of here and leave me alone, Reese." Blaine said, relaxing the slightest, just wanting the other boy out of his house. His presence was not wanted nor was the problems from the past Logan no doubt still carried with him.
"I've seen her y'know." Blaine looked up at the boy. No way. There was no way he was bringing her up, and there was no way he could've possibly been in contact with her. She had fallen off the face of the earth as far as he was concerned.
"How did you find her?" Blaine's voice was tense. He needed to know, he had spent months after being released from juvie looking for her, but had always come up empty-handed.
"Same way I found you. Look it doesn't matter. All that matters is she's okay. She's well."
"Whoop-de-fucking-do," Blaine threw his hands up in the air. "What do you want me to do? Throw a party? I could care less about her anymore; she's been out of my life for three years. It's going to stay that way."
"You still respect her, Anderson. Otherwise you wouldn't say that. It was her choice to leave and if you didn't respect her you would've gone after her."
"Shut the fuck up," Blaine snapped. "You don't know anything about me, or her, or about us."
"I know she's pregnant."
Logan's words caught him off guard and he had to do a double take. "Is she sure? Because I wouldn't want the poor fool that fucked her go through another one of her goddamn pregnancy scares,"- Blaine masked his resentment with anger, though he wasn't doing a very good job- "Or to find out that, hmm, he wasn't the dad. That she went and banged some other low-life."
"You're still bitter?" Logan narrowed his eyes in disbelief.
"I'm not bitter!" Blaine snapped, the tone of his voice contradicting his words. Yes he was bitter. He had been for three whole years, the worse being the first year he spent it juvie. Ellie. That was her name. Ellie Keeler. Blaine could still remember her vividly, though she was three years older now, he knew not much could've changed. He liked to think that her hair was still style short and curly to frame her heart-shaped face perfectly. Long hair looked just as well but that was before he knew the advantages of long hair on a girl. With the short style Blaine was able to really appreciate her distinct features, such as her high cheekbones. The softness of her hazel eyes that masked the many secrets she had held within and the slight, smile that had told so many lies.
Ellie was a girl Blaine had known not long before he was carted off to juvie. In fact, she was the reason he had spent two years struggling to survive behind bars. He was 15 and she was 17. He remembered the first time he had met her; she was stumbling down the street drunk. Blaine recalled how he had almost ignored her, and how he wishes he could've of, but couldn't leave her when he had seen her fall down. Blaine had helped her and she took to him kindly. It was then that they started to see each other, behind his father's back of course. It wasn't long after that, that Blaine had fallen in love with Ellie. She had shown him all kinds of different things, playing up his already-formed bad-boy image. She was the one that made him start doing dangerous things, bigger than stealing or smoking. Ellie was also the one that showed Blaine how to truly connect with someone.
He had lost his virginity to her and it was something he truly regretted. No more than a few days later, Ellie had told him she was pregnant but that it wasn't his. He didn't know which had bothered him the most, the fact he could've been a father or that she had ran off and gotten someone else to be. She had broken up with him, leaving him confused and angry. Blaine saw her a little bit after that, each time begging for her back, but when Ellie repeatedly turned him down, Blaine's anger took him over. He still didn't know how he had managed it, but he had tracked down the son-of-a-bitch who she had cheated on him with. The boy, he still didn't know his name, was three years older than Blaine, but he had anger and hurt and adrenaline on his side. It was that one event that had sent Blaine to jail. He had beaten the guy so bad that he had fell into a coma and had severe head damage.
It was about a week or two into his sentence that Ellie had came to visit Blaine. It was the first time he had seen her since the trial. She barely showed any sympathy when he had walked into the visiting area with a fat lip, scratched up cheek and black eye. She didn't say she was sorry - for his condition, for his sentence, for completely and utterly fucking him over. Instead Ellie had visited for only one thing, and that was to tell him that she wasn't having a baby. It had been a false pregnancy.
The officers had him detained for days after that for the damage he had done to the visiting area. Nearly breaking the glass as he pounded on it furiously, trying anything and everything to get to Ellie and just hurt her the way she had hurt him. A false pregnancy. It didn't change the fact that she had cheated on him or that he was still locked up for something that didn't even matter anymore. She had practically stolen everything he was, sucking all he had to offer out of him just to leave him behind. He has been following her example of breaking hearts and forgetting names to this day.
Logan was the one who talked to him after being released from detainment and he couldn't stop himself from spilling everything to him. Most of it he had known from the rumors when Blaine had first arrived but Blaine didn't leave out anything, including all the sensitive and personal details. Logan had taken a liking to Blaine after that and taught him how to survive in juvie. He taught Blaine how to perfect the game of pool and how to fight off the older guys from beating him to a pulp.
Logan had left the detention center when he became of age not long after the fight the two of them had had, and this was the first he had seen of him since. It was odd that Logan had gone searching for Ellie and was able to find her, but Blaine supposed it must've been easier seeing how Logan was older and had an extra year or two to do it.
"So you found her," Blaine said. "Why? For me? I don't care about her anymore. She's probably still the some worthless whore she was when I met her."
"Don't talk about her like that!" Logan snapped, closing the distance between them so he stood over the younger boy. "You don't know her!"
"AND YOU DO?" Blaine yelled, shoving Logan back. "I told you everything." Shove. "Every single fucking thing she did to me back then"-shove- "and you went off looking for her?" Shove. "WHY!" Blaine's breath was heavy now, just staring at Logan. Someone he had consoled in when he had been going through a tough time in his life was now defending the one person besides his father who had made him miserable. "Are you the father?"
Logan's face said it all and it took all of Blaine's strength not to whip out his knife and stab the guy ten times over. "Get out."
"Blaine-"
"OUT!" He shouted, but Logan didn't move away he only moved closer. "Another step Reese and I swear I'll cut off your dick and shove it down Ellie's throat. I said get the fuck out."
"Don't," Logan crossed over to Blaine so quickly, that he had to stumble back and found himself pinned against the wall. "You fucking threaten her again, I'll kill you Anderson."
"Fucking do it then," Blaine spat. "Beat me till I can't speak, till I can't form proper thoughts and have to learn everything all over again. Do it and get sent back to jail. Do it and see if she'll wait for you."
"Get over yourself," Logan said, releasing the grip he had on Blaine's shirt, shoving him back into the wall. "I came here for reasons entirely opposite of having to kick your ass."
"Yeah?" Blaine pushed him back away from him. "What reasons?"
"You don't deserve to know now." Logan shook his head, laughing at Blaine.
"Then leave." He demanded. "I've got better things to do than listen to you talk about her."
"Better things to do huh?" Logan asked. "Or better people, like that little cheerleader you've got your eye on?"
Blaine's mouth threatened to drop open; instead he tensed his jaw and glared at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"What's here name, Rachel isn't it?" Logan looks at him curiously, though he knows that his assumption is correct. "I hear she's cute."
"From who?" Blaine's blood was boiling now. There was no way Logan could possibly know this. It made his skin crawl to know that someone as significant as he from his past could know such a thing when it had absolutely nothing to do with him.
"I told you I have my sources," Logan says. "Don't fuck with me Anderson, don't forget that I'm the one who helped you through juvie. Everything you know is because I told you. I've also been out longer than you so I have some degree of logic and don't always act on my instincts. You threaten Ellie again, in front of me, in front of her, in front of others, or even to yourself. I will find out and I won't hesitate to come after you or your little girlfriend."
"I don't care about her, she's not my girlfriend. I'm not that stupid." Blaine glared. "I learned my lesson," – relationships of any kind lead to disaster- "And you should too. Having a girlfriend around is a liability and if Ellie is that girlfriend, then it's either worse. You should be the one watching your back. Now leave!"- Blaine shouted, cutting Logan off. "And don't come back."
Logan stood for what seemed like a long time just staring at Blaine and neither of them broke the gaze. It was a heated mix of hate and loss but Blaine didn't bother reaching into himself and pulling back the feelings of brotherhood from the past. Because that's what it was; the past. Logan stiffly turned away and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Blaine remained where he was, listening closely as he heard the engine start and the car pull out and peel away down the street. He didn't move for an hour after that letting everything finally process and he was glad that he had grown thicker skin because if he had been that same boy he was when he was 15 he'd be back in the same place. Not jail but the mentality after everything had weighed down on him.
Blaine remembered how he was when he was detained. He was forced to stay in a closed off room with nothing but a toilet, three meals a day and his thoughts. Those horrid thoughts that ate away at him every second he spent alone with them. He recalled the tears, the anger, the bruised and bleeding fists from punching at anything he could. The look of his reflection in the toiler contemplating if there was enough water in there, that if he could go really go through with it, that he could drown himself.
The sound of another car broke Blaine out of his thoughts and he recomposed himself. Yes he was still that boy, the one locked away with nothing but his secrets, but there was a difference between him now and him at the age of 15. Blaine blocked the memories and shoved them so far back like he'd trained himself to do ever since he decided not to give a shit about anyone or anything.
His eye's sparked with the danger only he knew of, burning away the pain of the memories. His body relaxed restoring his cool composure and his perfected-smirk found its way back onto his face. The façade was back and he wasn't going to let anyone crack him again.