Fic: It's A Bittersweet Life Ch. 4/?
Paring: Blaine/Puck
Rating: PG 13
Summary: It
was so stupid to even think this was possible, but all the symptoms he
looked up on the internet said he was, so here he sat in a restroom of a
gas station two towns over waiting on a pregnancy test.
Warning/Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. MPreg.
Previously: 01 | 02 | 03 |
Author's Note: Sorry about the wait. My beta was taking too long so I just went and posted this with out her. I am so excited about this story. I feel like I shouldn't be this excited about my own story, but whatever. Anyways, I want to thank everyone who reads this and I hope you like this chapter. Italics is Puck, Blaine is bold, and underlined is the both of them. Song/download list at the bottom.
The next day was the last day of the duets competition. Finn and Mercedes went first, then Mr. Shue announced that Mike and Kurt had withdrawn from the competition.
"That leaves the best for last," Puck boasted as he got up and strapped on his guitar. Blaine let out a deep breath before going to stand near Puck. "You ready for this?" Puck whispered. Blaine nodded, not entirely believing himself. When the music started Blaine let himself get lost in it.
Well it's a big, big city and it's always the same
Can never be too pretty, Tell me your name
Is it out of line if I was to be bold and say "Would you be mine?"
Puck sang to Rachael while Blaine headed towards Quinn.
Because I may be a beggar and you may be the queen
I know I may be on a downer, I'm still ready to dream
Though it's 3 o'clock the time is just the time it takes for you to talk
Blaine held out his hand to Quinn. She took it with a smile and let herself be dragged down to floor to dance with Blaine.
So if you're lonely why'd you say you're not lonely
Oh you're a silly girl, I know I heard it so
It's just like you to come and go
And know me, no you don't even know me
You're so sweet to try, oh my, you caught my eye
A girl like you's just irresistible
Blaine spun Quinn to go dance near Puck so he could pull Santana up to dance with him. She smiled genuinely at him as they danced around the room at the same time Quinn pulled Mercedes up to dance with her. As the music break ended Santana went to get Brittany to
dance with while Blaine prompted Mike to come dance.
Well it's a big, big city and the lights are all out
But it's much as I can do you know to figure you out
And I must confess, my heart's in broken pieces
And my head's a mess
And it's 4 in the morning, and I'm walking along
Beside the ghost of every drinker here who has ever done wrong
And it's you, woo hoo, That's got me going crazy for the things you do
Mike went to get Tina to dance with and Blaine crooked his finger at Rachael. Rachael blushed but got up and joined Blaine.
So if you're crazy, I don't care you amaze me
but you're a stupid girl, oh me, oh my,
You talk, I die, you smile, you laugh, I cry
And only, a girl like you could be lonely
And it's a crying shame, if you would think the same
A boy like me's just irresistible
Everyone was dancing and laughing, switching partners every once in a while. Everyone but Finn and Kurt, who were still sitting down. Kurt caught Finn smiling at the group of dancing students and elbowed him. During the last chorus everyone who was dancing chimed in.
So if you're lonely, why'd you say you're not lonely
Oh you're a silly girl, I know I heard it so
It's just like you to come and go
And know me, no you don't even know me
You're so sweet to try, oh my, you caught my eye
A girl like you's just irresistible
When the song ended with everyone laughed and cheered, including Mr. Shue.
"That was amazing guys!" Mr. Shue smiled as he ushered the kids back to their seats. "Now, after school we'll meet at the auditorium to vote on and announce the winners."
Blaine was still a bit shaken from Tuesday's locker check, and having Puck by his side had helped a lot, but now it was the middle of class and Blaine had to go to the bathroom and he was maybe a little scared. He finally plucked up enough courage to raise his hand and ask if he could be excused. The trip to the bathroom was fine considering the hallways were empty, but as soon as he opened the bathroom door to go back to class Kurt was there.
"We need to talk," Kurt said abruptly, pushing Blaine back into the bathroom. Blaine went willingly, not sure that he could do much else. Once in the bathroom Kurt started pacing.
"Kurt…what's going on?" Blaine asked slowly.
"I'm in trouble. I need to talk to you."
"Who says I want to talk to you?" Blaine snapped. He winced at the tone of his own voice and sighed. "Sorry. I'm sorry. What happened?"
"Mike kissed me."
"What?"
"We were practicing yesterday and things got a little heated I guess and he kissed me." Kurt explained franticly.
"Is that why you guys pulled out of the competition?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded. A memory flashed to the front of Blaine's mind of a confused Mike seeking his help. "So…so he kissed you."
"He said he loved me."
"And do you love him?"
"No. Of course not."
"So…why are you telling me?"
"I…I don't knows. I guess….we were best friends before we dated and I guess I miss that. It's not the same when I talk to Mercedes or Finn. They don't understand this kind of thing."
"And what makes you think we're still friends?" Blaine asked while trying to keep his temper down. Kurt blinked at him. "Cause last time I checked you have your crosshairs set on my back and the only time you talk to me is…actually, you haven't really talked to me since I caught you cheating on me." Blaine lashed out before making his way to the door.
"The phone works both ways, you know." Kurt snapped back. Blaine let out a dry chuckle and turned around.
"Yeah, okay. Next time I'm feeling down I'll dial up my cheating ex-boyfriend. I'm sure you'd love to hear about me being body checked into lockers, or me not being able to keep a meal down." Blaine said before storming out and back to his class.
He fumed in his seat at Kurt's audacity, and before he knew it his last class had finished. He started to walk to the auditorium when he spotted Mike. He jogged to catch up with him.
"Oh, hey Blaine." Mike said as they fell into step with each other.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"
"Of course man. What's up?"
"So, um, Kurt told me what happened," Blaine started. Mike stopped in his tracks. Blaine stepped in front of him. "Listen, I know having feeling like this can be confusing. I get that, trust me I do, and I don't blame you for doing what you did. It's just," Blaine sighed, "you have a
beautiful, sweet, caring girlfriend who believes in you and loves you, and you love her, and you shouldn't throw that away for something that
probably won't be." Blaine tried to reason. Mike swallowed and nodded, even though it was obvious he didn't agree.
"But what if…what if me and him could have something?" Mike wondered aloud, hope shining in his eyes. Blaine wanted to yell at him but instead he took a deep breath.
"It's just one of the many 'what if?'s of love we ask ourselves in high school, you know." Blaine said, putting his arm around Mike's shoulder as he started to lead them to the auditorium. "Like 'what if they asked me to the prom?' or 'what if they sent me a candy gram?'."
"What if they bent over in front of me?" Mike joked.
"What if they 'accidently' dropped their towel in the locker room?" Blaine added, making both of them laugh. When they got to the auditorium Mike went straight for Tina while Blaine went to hug Quinn from behind. Once she realized who it was she slumped against him. "I hate my life." He whispered to her.
"Join the club." She replied. She broke out of his embrace and took his hand to guide him to the seats. Puck and Artie soon joined them as Mr. Shue took the stage.
"Alright guys, it's the moment of truth," Mr. Shue announced. The club members reached into their backpacks to grab a piece of paper. "Now remember, no voting for yourself." The auditorium echoed with the sounds of pens scratching paper. Puck tried to look over Blaine's shoulder to see who he was voting for, but Blaine quickly elbowed him, laughing softly at his antics. After a couple minutes everyone had handed in their votes, and a minutes later the votes were counted. "Well, it looks like some people didn't follow the rules." Santana looked down at her nails, uninterested. "But, it looks like we have tie. The winners are Artie & Quinn and Blaine & Puck." The four students looked at each other in surprise while the rest of the club reluctantly clapped for them. "I don't know if you guys want to split the prize or if we should
do another-"
"We'll take the dinner," Artie piped up suddenly. Quinn's head whipped around to look at Artie with a mix of shock and anger. "Me and Quinn can take the gift certificates and Puck and Blaine can have the duet at sectionals."
"Is that alright with you guys?" Mr. Shue asked the rest of the winners. Puck and Blaine nodded dumbly, still a bit shocked. "Alright then." He smiled proudly at his students. He handed over the gift cards and made the club practice their group number a few more times before letting them go home for the weekend.
Quinn told Blaine to meet her in the choir room once he got what he needed from his locker. When he came into the room Quinn was sitting on a stool and Artie had a guitar on his lap.
"What's going on?" Blaine said as he took a seat in the first rows of chairs.
"Along with our duet Artie helped me practice another song" Quinn explained. "A song I wanted to sing for you." Blaine felt like he should protest but he just kept quiet and smiled.
I scraped my knees while I was praying
And found a demon in my safest haven
Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything
Than just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts
I wanna know what it'd be like
To find perfection in the pride, to see nothing in the light
But turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite, I'll turn it off
And the worst part is before it gets any better we're headed for a cliff
Then in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom
The tragedy it seems I'm ending
I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending
We're taking shortcuts and false illusions, just to come out the hero
Well I can see behind the curtain, the wheels are cranking turning
It's all wrong the way we're working, Towards a goal
That's nonexistent, it's nonexistent, But we just keep believing
And the worst part is, before it gets any better
We're headed for a cliff
Then in the free fall I will realize
I'm better off when I hit the bottom
I wanna know what it'd be like, To find perfection in my pride
To see nothing in the light, But turn it off in all my spite, in all my spite
I'll turn it off, Just turn it off
Again, Again, Again
And the worst part is, before it gets any better
We're headed for a cliff
Then in the free fall I will realize
I'm better off when I hit the bottom
And the worst part is, before it gets any better
We're headed for a cliff
Then in the free fall I will realize
I'm better off when I hit the bottom
Blaine was left speechless as he applauded the duo. Quinn wiped under her eyes while Artie made a quick exit. Blaine and Quinn and stood up at the same time and immediately hugged each other.
"Thank you." He whispered to her. She just hugged him tighter.
That night Blaine got a text from Kurt that read 'Thank you for talking to him.', to which Blaine replied 'I did it for him, not for you.'. Kurt sent one more message that read 'Still, thank you.' before Blaine turned off his phone and shoved it under his pillow. He found himself yet again cuddled up with Quinn, his head on her stomach as she carded her fingers through his hair. He had stopped using so much gel when he moved in with Quinn.
"Who was that?" Quinn asked.
"Nobody. Not Kurt." Blaine mumbled into her shirt.
"I didn't know you two were still talking. How's that going?"
"We aren't, not really, and it smarts like hell."
"It gets like that."
"Is that how it is with you and Artie right now?"
"Who said anything happened between me and Artie?" Quinn snapped.
"You're eyes when you were singing. And his eagerness to get you alone at Breadsticks. And you just implied it." Blaine reasoned.
"Just…this summer we started texting randomly, and then we started hanging out a lot and…and we got kind of close. Anyways, I put a stop to it." Quinn explained like it was nothing.
"Why?"
"I just…I don't deserve him. I don't deserve good things like him."
"What? Of course you deserve good things. If you can take in a stray like me you deserve good things. Like, you deserve to go to the best college and have the best job and live in the best house with the best husband…who may or not be Artie." Blaine joked. Quinn pulled his hair lightly. "Seriously though, what do you want to do after you graduate? Are you looking at colleges or anything?"
"Sort of. Your promise not to laugh at me?"
"Of course I won't laugh at you."
"I think I want to be a sonogram technician. After everything with Beth, and your appointment last week, it got me thinking. Either that or a
nurse, but those programs are harder to get into."
"Why would I laugh at that? That's beautiful."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"What about you? What do you want to do?"
"Well, my father always wanted me follow in his footsteps and be a lawyer, and I always just went along with it so he wouldn't be mad at me, but now that I'm free and I have one on the way…I don't know." Blaine explained. He thought to himself for a minute before Quinn's phone went off. She reached over and grabbed it from the night stand to see a text from Artie that read 'Breadstix Sunday?'. She sighed. She went to reply but couldn't think of what to say. "Who's that?"
"No one."
"So, Artie?" He asked with a smirk. She pulled his hair again, this time a bit harder. "What does he want?"
"He wants to go to Breadstix on Sunday."
"Aww, he asked you out on a date."
"It's not a date. It's a dinner between partners."
"And remind me how your last 'dinner between partners' went?" He teased. She pulled his hair once more. "What's so bad about going on a date with Artie? He's a nice kid and he really likes you, and apparently you like him, if the way you acted during that duet in glee meant anything."
"You're right, I know you're right but…but I can't. I've cheated on every boyfriend I've had and I couldn't do that to him, not after Brittany. I
just, I don't think I should go out with anyone for a while."
"How about you protect me by having Puck be my body guard and I protect Artie by keeping you busy so you can't cheat on him."
"You heard that Tuesday night?" Quinn cringed slightly.
"Kind of, yeah."
"Are you mad?"
"No. I'm kind of touched, actually." Blaine said, nuzzling his head into her stomach a bit. "Quinn I have to go see my parents tomorrow."
"What?"
"I looked some stuff up, and I can't get emancipated unless I get married or enlist, neither of which I'm eager to do, so I have to go talk to
them about what I'm supposed to do."
"I'm going with you."
"Quinn-"
"It wasn't a question." She told him sternly. He paused.
"Thank you." He whispered. Quinn slept in his room again that night.
The next day Blaine and Quinn went to the Anderson's after a lovely lunch made by Quinn herself. They sat parked outside of Blaine's former residence for a few minutes, just staring at the house in front of them.
"Are you sure about this?" Quinn whispered. Blaine nodded before opening his door and getting out. He made his way up to the door before stopping. Soon he felt Quinn's hand in his and his confidence was built up again. He opened the door but only got a couple of steps in before he heard her.
"Blainers!" Belinda yelled. He dropped to his kneed as she ran right to him. He hugged her harder than necessary.
"Oh Bel, I've missed you so much!" He mumbled into her curls. When they finally broke apart Blaine laid his eyes on her for the first time in
weeks. His chest started to constrict and his eyes started to water, but the smile on his face couldn't be wider. "How are you?"
"I'm good. I got and A on my math test. Mom put it on the fridge." Belinda boasted. Blaine felt his pride swell.
"I'm so proud of you." He told her as he moved some stray curls behind her ear.
"Who's that?" She asked pointing to Quinn.
"This is my friend Quinn. Me and Canada have been staying with her." He explained.
"Is Canada being good and keeping you company?"
"He is." He smiled to her.
"Sometimes I get lonely and Blaine lets me borrow him," Quinn chimed in as she kneeled down to their level. Belinda smiled at her and leaned into Blaine.
"She's pretty." Belinda whispered to Blaine.
"I know. She's like a princess isn't she?" Blaine supplied with his own whisper. Belinda nodded in agreement while Quinn blushed.
"Blaine." A new voice gasped. Blaine looked up to see his mother.
"Q, you should come see my other stuffed animals," Belinda started as she took Quinn's hand pulled her up to her room. "I have a Panda named China, and I have another panda that's bigger but he doesn't have a name yet."
Blaine got his feet as the girls left the entry way, leaving Blaine and his mother alone. She blinked at him for a second before going to hug him. He immediately hugged her back. He may not be his dad's biggest fan but he'd like to think he had something special with his mom.
"Oh Blaine I've been so scared. The school called a couple times saying you didn't go to class and you're dad said…he said you're," she couldn't finished the sentence.
"I'm pregnant." He supplied.
"Blaine," She whispered and hugged him tightly again.
"Blaine," a more stern voice barked. Blaine stiffened at his father tone as his mother let go of him. "What are you doing here?"
"It's nice to see you too." Blaine said quietly.
"Don't get smart with me boy. Now I asked you what you're doing here and I expect an answer." His dad snapped.
"I need to talk to you guys." He somewhat explained. They soon found themselves in the Anderson sitting room, Blaine's parents on the couch while Blaine sat across from then in a lavish chair. "So," Blaine started slowly, "I get that you don't want me to live here, but I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go. I'm staying with my friend Quinn right now," his father scoffed at her name, "but I know can't stay with her
forever. Especially…especially when the baby comes"
"And what do you want from us?" His dad interrupted.
"I was hoping you guys could help support me, just slightly." Blaine explained. His dad scoffed again. "I'm planning on getting a job and a
place of my own, but I know I can't do it by myself. I mean, I know you spent more than eight thousand dollars a semester at Dalton, and since I'm not going there anymore maybe…maybe you could spare some of that money on me."
"And what makes you think a tramp like you deserves our money?" His father growled.
"Graham," his mother scolded.
"Just think about it, please. That's all I ask," Blaine pleaded. "I know you don't want me to stay longer than necessary so if you don't mind I'm
going to get my friend and leave." Blaine stated, trying to keep his temper down.
He headed upstairs to his room to gather a few more things for himself before going to his sister's room, but he stopped in the hallway when he heard voices. He put his back to the wall outside of Belinda's door and listened in on their conversation.
"Princess Q, has Blaine found his prince yet?" Belinda asked.
"What?"
"He needs to find a prince so he can be fixed." Belinda explained. Blaine smiled to himself.
"He's…he's found a knight, but not a prince. I'll be on the lookout for one though."
"Promise Princess Q?"
"I promise."
"Pinky promise?" Belinda asked, sticking out her pinky.
"Pinky promise Princess Belinda." Quinn smiled at her and wrapped her pinky around the younger girls.
"Princess Bel," Belinda smiled at her. Blaine smile broadened at her words, knowing not just anyone could use that nickname. "Good. It's nice to know I can trust you Princess Q." Belinda said in a superior tone. Blaine took that as his queue to come in. When he stepped into the doorway he saw Quinn and Belinda sat at what appeared to be a tea party, both of them with tiaras on.
"Knock, knock," Blaine smiled at the girls as he walked into the room. "I think it's time for us to hit the road Princess Q." He announced. Quinn made an exaggerated frown. "Now, now, princesses don't pout."
"Well I've had a lovely time at your tea party. We must do it again sometime." Quinn said as she took off her tiara.
"Now come here you rascal," Blaine said to Belinda as he opened his arms. She ran to him and he picked her up and spun her around. When he set her down he grabbed onto her hands. "Remember what I said, okay? I want to see more of those 'A's on the fridge." He told her. She nodded then turned to Quinn.
"Q, wait a second," she commanded before scurrying off to her bed. When she returned she was holding a chubby giraffe stuffed animal. "Take Kenya." She offered. Quinn kneeled down.
"He's adorable but I couldn't take him from you."
"Yes you can. No one deserves to be alone, so now when Blaine has Canada you can have Kenya." Belinda reasoned. Quinn felt her eyes start to water. She took Kenya and hugged it to her chest. Belinda smiled at the sight before hugging Quinn herself.
"Thank you," Quinn whispered to her before pulling herself together and breaking the hug.
"But if you take him you have a promise you'll come back and have more tea parties." Belinda told her.
"I promise."
"Pinky promise Princess Q?" Belinda smiled, sticking out her pinky again.
"Pinky promise Princess Bel." Quinn answered, wrapping her pinky tightly around Belinda's.
Belinda walked them to the car, giving them both a few hugs each before they went back to Quinn's house. When they got there they found themselves on Blaine's bed again, each hugging their stuffed animals.
"Is it sad that I miss her the most, Q?" Blaine asked.
"No. It's sad that I miss her, B." She joked. Blaine laughed softly. "I always wanted sister. Someone to do makeup with, and sing in the mirror with, and someone to judge boys with."
"I judge boys with you." Blaine offered.
"Yeah, but you don't judged them the way I want you to."
"Cause going on a dinner date is so terrible."
"Whatever," Quinn huffed with no real contempt in her voice. "You know. I'm starting to think I'm spending more time in here then I am in my own room." She pointed out. Blaine nodded and turned to her. "Blaine, can I move with you?" Blaine started to sit up. "I know you said you wanted to move to help the both of us, but I don't think it's safe for you to be alone and…and I'm scared…for you, I'm scared for you." She explained. He laid back down and mulled it over for a few minutes.
"That's…that's really nice, but can I think about it?"
"Of course, yeah."
"Okay. Can we talk about your date more?" He asked eagerly. She groaned and he laughed.
That night Artie convinced Puck to go to sleep over after the game. They decided to hit the gym around ten. Artie was working with the
free-weights while Puck used the stationary bike.
"So, I have a date tomorrow." Artie announced, smiling to himself.
"Oh yeah? This must be why you wanted to come down here tonight. Who with?" Puck asked with a smirk. If Puck had feelings that he talked about, he might tell Artie he was happy he was moving on from Brittany, but he didn't so he doesn't.
"I guess it's not a date. Having the celebration dinner with Quinn at Breadstix."
"Trying to rekindle something?" Puck asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe. I don't know. She doesn't seem to want to try but I can't give up, you know?" Artie asked, switching to heavier weights.
"Quinn is a tough hill to climb, my friend. I wish you luck."
"Thanks," Artie huffed.
They workout for another half hour before they really talk again.
"What would you think if I got a place of my own?" Puck asked.
"What?"
"Not my own place, I mean I would have roommates obviously, but it would be cool right?"
"That would be dope, as long as I can crash there whenever I want."
"Of course, you're my bro," Puck reasoned as he held out his fist to Artie, who bumped it happily.
The next night Quinn and Blaine found themselves parked outside of Breadstix at seven o'clock sharp, Quinn wearing a nice green dress and black cardigan that Blaine helped her picked out. She took a deep breath.
"I can't do this." She said quickly. Blaine sighed.
"Yes you can, come on." Blaine ordered as he got out of the car himself.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she got out of the car.
"I'm going to get an application." He explained with a smile.
He escorted her to the door and they went their separate ways once they got inside. Blaine got an application and went to his car to fill it out
and retrieve his resume. He was halfway through the application, wondering if he could use his dad as a reference, when someone knocked on his window. He jumped at the sound, and once he caught his breath he looked to see Puck standing outside with a smirk on his face. He grabbed his papers and got out of the car.
"Let me guess," Puck started, "you're also the chauffeur for this date?"
"Also?"
"Yeah, I gave Artie a ride." Puck explained. Blaine nodded with understanding. "Watcha got there?" Puck asked nodding to the papers in Blaine's hands.
"Oh, Breadstix application. Money doesn't grow on trees, you know," Blaine said with a forced laugh, internally cringing at his bad joke.
"Speaking of Breadstix, I don't know about you but I haven't had dinner yet and the smells comin off that restaurant are insane. You want to get something to eat?" Puck offered.
"No, I actually can't stand the smell tonight. That's why I'm filling this out in my car." Blaine explained. His morning sickness was getting better, considering he hadn't puked since Tuesday, but he wasn't sure he was out of the woods yet.
"We could go somewhere else..." Puck started.
"You know what I want right now? Ice cream. Some bacon ice cream," Blaine decided. Puck smiled at him.
"There's a parlor a couple blocks over, but I don't think they have bacon ice cream."
"It's worth a shot, right?" Blaine tried. Puck agreed and let Blaine finish his application before they left, trying to persuade him to put down 'kickass piano player' and 'badass dancer' under his skills. Blaine handed in his application while trying to hold his breath; he definitely did not want to ruin his or any Breadstix patron's night by throwing up. The walk to the ice cream parlor was filled with small talk about their win and about how Quinn should just get over herself and go out with Artie. Once at the ice cream parlor the conversation stopped, the smell of chocolate too overpowering for the two boys. Blaine got two scoops of chocolate and peanut butter while Puck got a scoop of rocky road and a scoop of cookies and cream. Blaine started eating his ice cream like he was starving, then he remembered he might want to slow down. Puck just laughed at how Blaine was able to get ice cream all over his face. Blaine was smiling and laughing without it being forced. He couldn't remember a weekend when he was out past sunset with a friend. He didn't remember the last time he had a friend. The boys at Dalton were nice when he was around, but when Friday came and everyone was making plans Blaine never got invited everywhere. It was then Blaine realized climbing to the top of the food chain wasn't the way to make friends. But it was different at McKinley. He was at the bottom and he had more friends than he could ever remember having.
On the slow walk back Puck finally mustered up the courage to ask him.
"So, I was thinking about what you said about moving into your own place and I was wondering if I could move in with you?" Puck asked, trying not to sound too nervous. Blaine stopped and Puck stepped in front of him. "I mean, you're gonna need a roommate to help with rent, right? And I could totally get a job at Kurt's dad's garage. I worked there this summer a little bit and he said if I wanted to have a job I could have one, and that's good money. And I'm actually a badass cook, and-"
"Puck." Blaine interrupted, figuring it was the only way to shut him up. "I'll…I'll think about it, okay?"
"Yeah, sure. I mean, it's your choice, yeah." Puck muttered as they continued back to Breadstix. When they finally got back they waited in the bed of Puck's truck for the end of the non-date-date.
Blaine was pleasantly surprised by how well his Monday was going. The dinner had gone well and Artie could now be found roaming the hallways attached to Puck, Quinn, and Blaine. Nobody called him a fag or pushed him, Quinn had packed him a delicious lunch, and he was really excited about being in his first group performance where not only would he not be the lead but where he was paired with Quinn.
After school the glee club met in the auditorium. The song started with Puck, his guitar, and Rachel.
I've heard there was a secret chord,
That David played, and it pleased the Lord,
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
That's when the rest of the club came in.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
The rest of the band started in, giving the song more power.
Somehow everything's gonna fall right into place,
If we only had a way to make it all fall faster every day,
If only time flew like a dove,
Well God, make it fly faster than I'm falling in love.
This time we're not giving up, let's make it last forever
Screaming "hallelujah", we'll make it last forever
Holding onto patience wearing thin, I can't force these eyes to see the end,
If only time flew like a dove, We could watch it fly and just keep looking up,
This time we're not giving up, Let's make it last forever,
Screaming "hallelujah", We'll make it last forever,
We've got time on our hands
And we've got, got nothing but time on our hands
Got nothing but, got nothing but
Got nothing but time on our hands
This time we're not giving up, Oh, let's make it last forever,
Screaming "hallelujah", hallelujah
When the song ended Blaine smiled to Quinn, both had wide smiles and tears forming. Maybe his situation wasn't so bad. Maybe his life could get better.
After everyone caught their breath Mr. Shue congratulated them on another amazing performance. He then announced it was Boy vs. Girls time.
After glee club Blaine went to the bathroom while Quinn went to get a few things from her locker. As Blaine went to leave the bathroom he was once again pushed back in by Kurt. Blaine sighed.
"What happened this time?" Blaine asked as he leaned back against the sink. "Did Sam kiss you? I had a feeling he was gay. It's the hair, it-" Blaine was cut off by Kurt surging forward to kiss him. Blaine pushed him off. "Whoa, whoa, what the hell was that?"
"You know it was this competition, Boys vs. Girls, which led me to you last year." Kurt said in a low voice as he cornered Blaine against the sink. "And you talking to Mike last week, that meant a lot to me," Kurt explained as he ran his finger down the front of Blaine's shirt. He started to whisper as he drew his face closer to Blaine. "I thought maybe I could show you how much I appreciated it." Kurt finished, sealing his words with another kiss.
Blaine knew he shouldn't want this. Shouldn't feel anything other than disdain for Kurt, at least until he's moved on, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't the taste of Kurt's lips or the way his soft hands cupped his face to make sure their kiss wouldn't end until Kurt was ready. Blaine was panting when they finally came up for air. He could feel his body reacting to Kurt's advances even if he was against it.
"No," Blaine shook his head, "Kurt we can't."
"Sure we can," Kurt whispered as he grabbed Blaine's crotch. "Don't fight it."
And against his better judgment Blaine didn't fight it. He let himself get lost in Kurt's familiar scent as his pants became unzipped and Kurt hand became reacquainted with his cock. Blaine started to think he deserved this. He's had a rough couple of weeks and maybe he deserved some release. Kurt's hand started to stroke him slowly, the dry friction being more indulgence then Blaine allowed himself in the past few months. Kurt started this kiss down his neck, looking for the sweet spot he knew once existed. When he found it Blaine let out a low moan.
"Fuck," Blaine gasped. Kurt took his hand out of Blaine pants and brought it to his mouth.
"Lick my palm," Kurt ordered in his low voice, one Blaine had only heard behind locked doors. Before Blaine could think his head was moving forward to wet Kurt's hand. "Good boy," Kurt whispered to him as he started stroking Blaine again, this time his grip tighter. "You missed this didn't you?" Kurt started taunt him, his hand twisting unexpectedly making Blaine moan. "You've missed the way I would mark you, how I would bruise you so you'd know who you belonged too." Kurt reminded him before biting his earlobe, making Blaine buck into his fist. Blaine knew he wasn't going to last long but it was going to be over much shorter if Kurt kept using his mouth like that. "How on weekends we would lock the door and I would fuck you against every surface of my room." Blaine did remember, and he missed it more than he was willing to admit. "Let go for me, Blaine. Come for me," Kurt whispered to him, and with one final twist Blaine came with a yelp.
Blaine was used to Kurt holding him while he came down, but it wasn't like it was before. Now Kurt immediately moved to the sink next to them to wash off his hand while Blaine was left panting, his pants still mid-thigh. Blaine fixed his pants and took off his soiled somewhat quickly, feeling dirtier by the second. Kurt dried his hands, threw the crumpled paper towel in the sink, and went to leave.
"Wait…you're just going to leave?"
"Finn is waiting for me." Kurt explained like it was obvious.
"But…we just…and you," Blaine babbled.
"Yes, and now I have to go home with my boyfriend." Kurt spoke slowly to Blaine like he was explaining it to a third grader before turning on his heel and exiting the bathroom.
Blaine was shocked. How could Kurt do that? Just come in here and mess with him like that, like it didn't mean anything. Just use Blaine to make himself feel better. And what did that make him? Kurt had just used him to cheat. He helped someone cheat. He started getting angrier at himself, more so than he was at Kurt. He stormed out of the bathroom. Quinn and Puck were sitting on the floor against the lockers while Artie was showing them his latest trick with his chair.
"Come one Quinn," Blaine barked as he approached them. He walked past them without stopping. Puck and Artie looked at Quinn for an explanation but she could only mirror their confused expressions before gathering her things and taking off after Blaine. When they got to the car Blaine threw his backpack into the backseat before slamming his door shut. Quinn quietly got into her seat, worried about her friend. Blaine sped home at a dangerous speed, not sure if he wanted to punch out his window or cry for the next three days.
"Blaine, are-"
"No, I'm not. And no I don't want to talk about it." He got out through gritted teeth. Once they got to Quinn's house Blaine didn't wait for her, quickly stomping upstairs to his room. Once in his room he slumped against the door, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He didn't know what he was going to do with himself. His emotions were scattered and he didn't know how to put them back together. When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was his keyboard, and it hit him-music! That always made him feel better, always cleared his mind. He crossed the room rapidly, plopped down on the seat, flicked his keyboard on, and let his fingers take him away. Before he knew it he was singing.
I can feel your breath as you're sleepin' next to me, Sharing pillows and cold feet.
You can feel my heart, fell asleep to its beat, Under blankets and warm sheets.
If only I could be in that bed again...
If only it were me instead of him...
Quinn was standing outside his door listening. She knew the door didn't have a lock but she also knew Blaine was furious, so she just waited outside and listened.
Does he watch your favorite movies? Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain?"
Does he do all these things, like I used to?
Fourteen months and seven days ago...
Oh, I know you know, how we felt about that night.
And just your skin against the window, and you took it slow,
And we both know, it should've been me inside that car,
It should've been me instead of him... in the dark.
Blaine was so lost in himself he didn't hear the door open and Quinn quietly come to sit on is bed.
Does he watch your favorite movies? Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain?"
Does he do all these things, like I used to?
I know, love, Happens all the time, love,
You're on my mind, love, And that happens all the time, love, yeah.
Will he love you like I loved you? Will he tell you everyday?
Will he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say?
Can you promise me if this one's right, don't throw it all away?
Can you do all these things? Will you do all these things, like we used to?
Like we used to...
Blaine held his fingers down on the keys until the sound faded. He felt her presence but couldn't look up.
"Blaine," Quinn whispered as she stood up, though she had hoped it would come out louder. The sound of her voice made him crack. Tears he hadn't felt before suddenly started falling. He stood up and made it a few steps before falling into her and sobbing.
"I'm so sorry. He…and I didn't…I'm so sorry," He mumbled through his tears. She shushed him and brushed his hair with her fingers, figuring she's become an old pro on how to handle a broken Blaine. When he finally calmed down he spoke again. "Don't make me go tomorrow."
"To school?" She asked, still a bit confused. He nodded into her shoulder. "Okay, you don't have to go."
"Thank you." He said then paused. "I-I shouldn't let you, but please move in with me. I can't do this alone."
"You aren't alone. Remember that, you aren't alone."
Before he went to bed Blaine went to get his backpack out of his car. When he came back to his room he checked and plugged in his phone. He was about to get into bed when he saw he had a voicemail from his mother. It was a lot of her babbling but eventually she got to her point, which was his parents were going to support him somewhat and to check his account in the next few days. He fell asleep with Canada clutched to his chest.
Blaine woke up on his own around nine, somewhat excited to spend another Tuesday away from school. He felt more relaxed then he'd been since before being kicked out. He stayed in his room pretty much all day, only leaving to eat or watch TV in Quinn's room. He was about to lay down for a nap when someone rang the doorbell. At first he didn't think he should answer, being it wasn't his house and all, so he just laid back down. A minute passes before the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. He figured after the fifth ring, going down and checking it out might not be a bad idea. When he got to the door he looked through the peep hole to see Puck standing there. Surprised at his visitor he opened the door.
"Hey." Blaine greeted.
"Hey man." Puck smiled. Puck didn't know what he was expecting when the door opened but a rumpled and tired Blaine was not it. It reminded him of the day he helped Blaine with the slushie, and that reminded him of what was under the clothes.
"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked bringing Puck out of his thoughts. "Shouldn't you be at school?"
"Actually I should be at glee, but Quinn called last night saying you were sick and asking for a ride today," he began to explained as he took his backpack from his and started to dig through it, "and I thought a prep school boy like you might freak out if you fall behind for even a day,
so I brought you your homework." Puck smiled at him as he held out a few wrinkled papers. Blaine blinked at him once before taking the papers and giving him a shy smile.
"Um, thank you…but what about Quinn?"
"Oh…yeah, she probably going to need a ride home, isn't she?" Puck reasoned as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"You can move in with me." Blaine blurted out.
"What?"
"You can move in with me when I find a place. And Quinn is coming too."
"Really?" Puck asked excitedly.
"Yeah." Blaine smiled wide at him.
Author's Note: So, anyone surprised? Also, I got a little dirty there. How did I do on that? I need to know so I can make the best smut for you in later chapters. I want to hear you're predictions on Blaine's baby. Boy? Girl? Names? I know what it's going to be already, but I want to hear predictions. And what are you going as for Halloween?
Songs:
Blaine & Puck
Whistle For The Choir - The Fratellis
Quinn
Turn It Off (Acoustic) - Paramore
Group Number (fronted by Rachael)
Hallelujah Mashup (live) - Paramore
Or
Hallelujah - Paramore
Blaine
Like We Used To (Piano Version) - A Rocket To The Moon