It's been a while since my last update, lol
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A little tension can sometimes be a good thing.
-Linda and Charlie Bloom
"Someone's pissed today", Santana muttered when Kurt arrived at their meeting point. They have found an abandoned shack in the forest not long ago, and turned that place into their hideout and meeting place where they discussed strategies and new plans without disturbing factors, such as curious parents.
"So?", Kurt answered, sitting down on the old couch in the corner. "I just got out of hospital."
"Why did you leave earlier?", Finn who sat on the armchair on his opposite, wanted to know and bit into a chocolate cookie. "Mom and Burt will be pissed."
Kurt shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't care. I couldn't stay any longer, it was too depressing. And I'm fine anyway."
"You said the exact opposite not even twelve hours ago", Mercedes who just entered pointed out, looking worried. "Are you sure you are fine?"
"Yes, Cedes", Kurt answered impatiently. "Why did you want a meeting? Do we have a new target? A new event or something?"
His friends exchanged glances, and Kurt cocked his eyebrows. "What is it, guys?", he asked them, crossing his arms.
"Actually…" Mike looked to the floor before he continued talking. "…we wanted to tell you to…to take this month off."
With widened eyes, Kurt gaped at his friends. "You…what? Are you kidding me or something?"
"Look, man, you almost drowned", Puck started explaining carefully. "And it would not be cool to send you on sprees now."
"You need to recover fully, and obviously, you are not in a condition to accompany us", Quinn went on, throwing him an apologetic glance. "Sorry, Kurt. We decided that unanimously."
All Kurt could do for the next thirty seconds was stare at his friends, speechless. They couldn't be serious, right? Did they just exclude him from his own business? His feelings changed from stunned to flabbergasted to…angry. He balled his hands into fists.
"How dare you doing that?", he hissed and narrowed his eyes. "After everything I have done for you?!"
"Dude calm down…" Finn mumbled, but quickly closed his mouth again after he had noticed his mistake. Because in the next moment, Kurt was glaring daggers at him. "Finn, I told you one hundred times: Don't. Call. Me. Dude!"
In the next moment, every item in the shack suddenly started trembling, then floating in midair.
"What the…?", Quinn whispered, tentatively touching a floating book next to her.
Kurt's eyes widened, and in the next moment, everything fell to the floor again. When he looked up, everyone in the room was staring at him.
"Did…did you just do that?", Mercedes gasped.
Kurt started laughing nervously. "That's nonsense, Mercedes, okay? Let's stay realistic." He couldn't even believe his own words.
Suddenly, everything expect of Kurt, including his friends, started floating to the ceiling.
"Stop it, dude!", Finn shouted panickily, trying to hold on to a plant next to him.
"Not cool!", Puck added, helplessly moving around in midair. "Let us down again!"
"I don't know, how", Kurt told them, feeling panicked as well right now. His anger was gone.
What shall he do right now? What the hell is happening? All of a sudden, everything fell back to the floor again, his friends included.
Santana got up again, straightening out her shirt. "What the actual fuck?!", she started yelling at Kurt. "Are you a witch or something?"
Finn backed away, looking anxious. "Stay away with your witch powers, dude."
Kurt balled his hands into fists and narrowed his eyes. "No, I am no witch, Satan. I don't know what just happened myself!"
"Yes, of course not", Quinn said sarcastically, picking up everything that had been on the table. "You just used special effects to scare the crap out of us. As a payback because we don't let you go on sprees with us."
"But…how else is it possible?"; Mercedes asked softly although Kurt could tell that she was still slightly shocked about what just happened. "Did something weird happen to you in the past days?"
Kurt cocked his head to the side, thinking.
The accident.
Those bright particles in the water.
The moment when this Blaine-guy touched him, and where he had felt…weird.
He had no idea what happened to him, that was true. But he just found out who might be responsible for these weird events.
And this person was going to pay.
Blaine was lying on the sofa at his living room, zapping through the channels. But somehow, he couldn't concentrate on what he was actually doing. The feeling he got from Kurt in the hospital one hour ago…why did it happen? Did he lose his mind or something?
He took a sip of his coke bottle and sighed. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep. He really needed a change of scene. When he considered calling one of his friends, the doorbell rang. Blaine frowned. His parents had their own keys, they would never ring the doorbell, but who else could it be? He didn't expect anyone as far as he knew.
Groaning, he got up from the warm sofa and went towards the door.
"What the hell have you done to me, dwarf?!", a high-pitched voice shouted, and the person stomped into his hallway.
Blaine gaped at the visitor. "Kurt? What…what are you doing at my home? And when exactly did I invite you in?", he asked him, cocking his eyebrows. "How do you even know where my home is?"
Not answering his questions, Kurt went up and down the hallway, burying his face in his hands. "My friends think that you are some kind of witch that put a spell on me." He came closer to Blaine, crossing his arms and eyeing him with distrust. "Tell me, Blaine Anderson, are you an evil witch? What have I ever done to you?"
Blaine had absolutely no idea what that guy was even talking about. Maybe Kurt bumped his head again when he drove to his home. But he wouldn't allow that Kurt treated him like that. Especially not at his own home.
"No, as far as I know, I'm no witch", he hissed. "And I didn't cast a spell on you or something. If I was able to do so, I would have done it long ago."
Gasping, Kurt opened and closed his mouth. His fists trembled with anger, and his eyes were narrowed. "Big mistake to piss me off, Anderson."
In the next moment, all of the books from the bookshelf next to them were flying to Blaine's direction, hitting him all at once.
Scared, Blaine covered himself with his arms, and when it was finally over, he looked at Kurt with big eyes. "Did you just…?"
"Don't play innocent, Anderson", Kurt hissed in a hostile way, crossing his arms. "You did that to me. After you have touched me, just like that -" He came closer to Blaine, and before he realized what was happening, Kurt had clutched his wrist. "- I turned into some kind of freak."
After a second, Kurt quickly let go of him again, looking irritated. "What the hell? You are hotter than a stove!"
Blaine grinned amusedly. "Well, thanks. I don't get compliments like those that often."
Kurt glared at him, and in the next moment, a book suddenly came floating to Blaine that hit him twice on his head. Not pleased at all, Blaine rubbed his aching head. "What was that for?"
"I meant it literally. Your body temperature is hot, hobbit."
"But…but I feel good. I don't feel sick." He scratched his head and scrunched his nose up in confusion. "Who knows, maybe I get a cold."
In the next moment, the light bulbs in the hallway suddenly started flickering, just like the digital wall clock next to them. Blaine's eyes widened. "What the hell?", he gasped. But that was not all. Because one second later, it was pitch dark in the entire house.
"Did you just cause a…a blackout?", he heard Kurt's voice next to him. Thanks to the darkness, he couldn't see his face, but he could imagine how stunned Kurt must look right now. He heard some shuffling, Kurt must have opened his bag, and a gasp. "My phone doesn't work either!"
"Erm…sorry?" That was the only thing that came out of Blaine's mouth at the moment.
"Ha, I knew it! You are a witch!", Kurt said triumphantly, and Blaine was sure that he had seen him putting his hands on his hips.
Sullen, Blaine stomped with his foot. "For the hundredth time, I am no witch! Your friends are crazy, and so are you."
"Says the one who just killed the electricity in this house.", Kurt retorted dryly.
"Look who's talking! You hit me with my own books with your freaky brain powers!"
"Which I got after you touched me back then in the hospital room."
Blaine gaped at him although they couldn't really see each other. "You felt it as well?"
He could hear Kurt groan, annoyed. "Do you have a fuse box or something?", he changed the topic.
"I think so. Wait, I will show you." Blaine could hear his footsteps when they went to the fuse box, luckily, he could open it blindly as well. "And…what now?"
"Why do you ask me?", Kurt said next to him. "Do I look like an electrician to you? I have no idea what to do, not even if I could see anything."
When Blaine touched the box, he got an electroshock, and yelped, quickly letting go of it and backing away. "Ouch! What the hell?", he exclaimed. In the next moment, the electricity suddenly came back again, the lights worked again, and so did Kurt's phone in his hand.
"How did you just do that?", Kurt asked him, his eyes widened. "Why do weird things keep on happening to me since that accident happened?"
Blaine looked up, and realization dawned on him.
The accident.
Of course!
Why didn't he realize it sooner?
"Come on", he told Kurt while he tugged him on his shirt. "The two of us are going on a trip."
"Where to?", Kurt asked him, rolling his eyes. "To Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory?"
"Nope. To a certain river."
…
"Was it here? I can't really remember", Blaine said and parked his car on the lawn next to the river where the accident took place. He and Kurt got out, looking around.
"Why do you ask me?", Kurt asked, rolling his eyes for the hundredth time. "I was out all the time, so pardon me if my memories cannot help us, dwarf."
In the next moment, Blaine turned to him, eyes narrowed and with crossed arms. "What the hell is your problem?!", he hissed. Kurt was starting to annoy him with his snarky comments. He wondered how his friends bore him all the time, and almost took pity on them.
Kurt put his hands on his hips, scowling. "You want to know what my problem is, hobbit?
For some reason, I can move things with my mind.
You caused a blackout in your entire quarter.
And all this happened after I got that weird feeling from you at the hospital after you touched me.
What my problem is? You are!"
Blaine pressed his lips into a thin line and balled his hands into fists. "Of course, it's my fault, because I'm some kind of witch according to your ridiculous theory. Do you think I am happy about this situation? I don't even like you."
Right now, Kurt looked like he wanted to stab him or something. "You don't like me, Anderson?", he hissed, dangerously calm. "And why is that?"
Feigning that he was unimpressed, Blaine counted on his fingers. "Firstly, you think that you are better than anyone else. Secondly, you can sometimes be a dick. What am I saying, you are always a dick. And thirdly, you are a stealer and a scammer."
While he was talking, Blaine noticed how angry Kurt got with each argument. And he wondered whether he didn't cross a line or something. After all, Kurt had the power to make every single day in school a living hell.
But right now, he couldn't care less.
Kurt deserved that after all those years his friends bullied him and Blaine's friends without even batting an eyelash.
"What does it feel like to get a mirror held in front of your face?", he topped it, grinning in an almost smug way.
Okay, right now, Blaine really should stop talking, after all, he didn't want to be a monster. But telling Kurt the horrible truth was weirdly satisfying to him. Well, that thought was kind of disturbing, Blaine didn't even know himself like that. Usually, he was rather peaceable.
Kurt's lower lip was shaking with anger, and Blaine even found it funny (What the actual f...?). "You are in serious trouble, Blaine Anderson", he hissed back, cracking his knuckles.
Although Blaine was kind of scared right now, he forced himself to look Kurt straight in the eyes and stopped grinning. "I don't care. I have been afraid from you and your friends for years, but this stops right now."
Kurt glared at him as well, and the atmosphere got more tensed up.
Neither of the boys noticed how the ground started trembling a bit, and how the soft breeze got more intense around them.
"Excuse me?", another voice suddenly said.
Both boys blinked and turned around, and everything went back to normal again. A middle-aged woman was standing in front of them now.
"How can we help you, ma'am?", Blaine asked politely, and Kurt next to him rolled his eyes. To be honest, a small part of Blaine wanted to cut his eyeballs out so that he stopped doing that for good and all.
"I am Dr. Kennedy Applebaum, and I am a scientist", she explained, pointing at her clipboard in her hands. "I am observing the developments in this area."
"So?", Kurt said, already disinterested. "What does that have to do with us? Why are you wasting my precious time?"
"You are unbelievable", Blaine hissed angrily. Was it possible to hate this boy even more than he did?
The scientist, however, just nodded understandingly. "That's a legitimate question, young man. I just wanted to ask you whether you noticed something that has been…strange at this place lately."
When she said that, Blaine needed to think about those white particles that had been in the river yesterday. However, something told him not to trust that woman. He really hoped that Kurt was feeling the same and wouldn't tell her about it either.
But what if he would?
Before Kurt could open his mouth, he said quickly: "Sorry, ma'am, but I don't think we can help you. Actually, it's the first time my friend and I are here."
"Since when are we friends, hobbi - " Blaine quickly kicked his shin to silence him, and Kurt hissed in pain, rubbing his aching leg. Frankly speaking, Blaine would have loved to kick another body part of his to make him shut up for good.
The woman cocked one of her eyebrows, then, she nodded. "Alright. Thank you for your information."
With that, she turned around and left. When she was gone, Kurt turned to Blaine, beyond pissed. "What was that for?!"
"Listen, Kurt", Blaine said, crossing his arms. "What happened stays a secret between the two of us. We cannot tell anyone else for now, okay?"
"And…what exactly happened to us, Mr. Know it all?", Kurt asked him, putting his hands on his hips.
All Blaine could do was shrug helplessly. If only he knew…
Memorize Dr. Applebaum (why did I even choose that name haha), she will be important...