Fic: The Butterfly Affect
Media: Fic
Title: The Butterfly Affect (Sequel to: I'm Gonna Break Your Heart.)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers (if any): I suppose, just be updated on Kurt/Blaine?
Warnings (if any): Swearing, Suicide
Summary: "It's called the Butterfly Affect, Kurt. One little moment can affect someone's entire life - make or break them and you fucking broke him!"
Author’s Note (if any): I was kind of scared at how fast I got comments so...here's the sequel :D Kurt pretty dark here - but more in a your-a-stupid-teenager-shut-up kind of way. It's suppose to be short and quick because that's generally how these things happen.
Wes barged in, throwing himself against Kurt and shoving him against the wall. The rest of the warblers stood behind him, blocking the doorway.
"What are you doing?" shouted Will, falling back into his chair. Puck stood up, approaching Wes but before he could lay a hand on him, Logan stood, towering over him.
"Get off me, Wes!" shouted Kurt, fear clear on his features. Thad scoffed, nudging Jeff, who smirked. Wes took a deep breathe and stepped back, straightening his tie and blazer.
"I'm fine," he stated dismissively at David's arched eyebrow. Stared at Kurt, pursing his lips as Kurt looked him up and down with something akin to disgust. His tongue probed his cheek, and turned to David as he spoke, addressing Kurt.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Wes' voice was calm, and smooth. It didn't even sound like he had sworn at all. Kurt gaped at him, looking affronted.
"Excuse me?" Wes turned sharply at the tone.
"Are you fucking deaf? What is wrong with you? Why the hell would you do that to Blaine?" The calm, formal attitude was lost. Wes was furious and none of the Warblers looked any different.
"I'm sure Kurt didn't mean too..." Started Tina, fading off as she was confronted by the intimidating glares of the rival glee club. Kurt swallowed thickly.
"I...I don't have to explain myself to you,"
"Are you seriously going to keep up your Princess bullshit right now?" exclaimed Thad, fists clenched as he took a place next to Wes.
"Hey, back off, midget boy!"
"Bite me, fish lips!"
"Enough!" called Will over the crowd. He took a breathe and looked awkwardly between the two groups. He could barely handle his own glee club...grabbing his bag, he headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Will looked back at Rachel's slightly intimidating glare.
"This isn't a teaching...or glee thing.." he barely finished his sentence before he was out the door, weaving between warblers. Santana growled, Britney was almost crying because of everyone yelling. No one messes with Britney.
"Hey, pixies. Shut up, and get out." David arched an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
Santana stood eye to eye with him before reply,
"Get. Out."
"Santana, down girl," She glared at Kurt who merely stared back. Kurt licked his lips, this had to end now.
"Just..Just let me talk to Blaine."
"Hahaha, yeah, no."
"Wes, please--"
"No. You broke him. You know about his depre-- you know about his past and yet you still...I can't even talk to you, I can't even look at you."
"Blaine will...be fine." Wes stared at him with complete disgust and pity.
"Are you serious?"
"It was just one kiss!"
"It's called the Butterfly Affect, Kurt. One little moment can affect someone's entire life - make or break them and you fucking broke him!"
The warblers left and Kurt ran.
-
Blaine sat in his dorm, curled up with his knees to his chest. He had been crying for hours - he couldn't comprehend still - and his eyes hurt but the tears kept coming.
After almost a year, Kurt had cheated on him. What had he done wrong? Whatever Kurt wanted, wherever he wanted it, Blaine would give it too him. He gave Kurt his virginity even though he was sure he wasn't ready - Kurt was so eager and he had come so far, how could he say no? Kurt needed that freedom - and had been as perfect as possible. He had lost weight because Kurt had been frustrated that Designer clothes couldn't fit him because he was so stocky - Kurt loved dressing him up, he couldn't spoil that - and abandoned his friends on many occasions.
He did everything. Everything. Everything he thought Kurt wanted. Kurt didn't want him. Blaine had been right, he wasn't good enough for anything.
Blaine turned his, looking towards his bathroom. His anti-depressants were in there, he could them and maybe he would feel better. Blaine closed his eyes, focusing on the pain echoing deep within his chest. The pain that numbed his senses and made everything dream-like. Except it was a nightmare. A nightmare that would never end because everything Kurt said had been a lie.
He sobbed racked his body. His body jerked and the pain intensified. It felt as if someone had shot him, not through the heart, just below, searing pain that wracked through his ribs, down his spine and rattled through his body. His heart felt fine. He supposed that's because it died back in Lima, with Kurt.
Fuck the pills. This ends now.
-
Wes walked through the gothic style corridors that made Dalton, heading towards his shared dorm with Blaine. He would've have taken his pills by now, so he should be marginally better. His footsteps echoed through the eerily silent house. Wes frowned, a sense of for boding building up as he grabbed the door handle. With a swallow he pushed open the door, heart preparing for the worst.
It was empty.
-
Kurt huddled under his blanket, crying into his pillow. He didn't know what to do, everyone was against him. It was just a mistake and if Blaine was filling to forgive him then...
Well, he didn't know. He can't remember being happy before Blaine.
-
Blaine took a deep breathe, the open air almost burning his lungs. He looked out over the grounds - picture-Esc gardens, a serenity that only ever seemed to surround private schools. The roof had always been his perfect place. It was the one place he felt truly above everyone, the one place where he wasn't the dirt stuck to their shoe.
He swung his legs over the edge and pushed away with a hard shove in a moment of pure courage.
Courage, Kurt.
Courage can take you to amazing places in Blaine's opinion. Whether it's finally concurring your greatest fear, a bully or yourself. It can take you to fame and fortune, to absolute happiness.
For Blaine, it took him to his death, which is almost the same thing for him.
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