Log: Blaine and David Blackout
Who: Blaine and David.
What: A little welcome party.
When: Tuesday, September 17th.
Where: McKinley Halls.
Everything was still sort of new to him; the classrooms, the hallways, the students... but, then again no one ever said adjusting to a new school was easy. Despite all the changes that had taken placed, he knew that this was a better place for him and that alone outweighed the facts that everything was different. Blaine Anderson was officially William McKinley’s newest enrolled student and although he didn’t know his way around and he had barely made any friends yet, anything was better than what he had to endure back home in Ashland, Ohio. Those hallways had been dangerous, between the bullies, the whispering, and the stares... this was by far a better place for Blaine.
This time around, everything will be better. You wont have to deal with Tucker or any of his henchmen... this time, you’ll make the right choices and you wont have to deal with any of that, his pep-talk was short and simple, but exactly what he needed as he roamed the halls of William McKinley, searching for locker in the mess of students.
David strolled through the school, leisurely sneering at any kid who dared even look at him. He was steadily working his way up to ruling this school--and he was loving it. One hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around a slushie, Dave was on a mission today. The news about the new kid spread fast, and only one thought was on David’s mind: fresh. meat.
The kid wasn’t too hard to pinpoint; Dave knew almost every other face in this school. When his eyes locked in on the mob of black hair and chiseled features--so not gay, so not gay--Dave knew he’d found his target. He crept up behind him. “Well, well, well.What do we have here? A new kid?” He feigned surprise. “And where do you hail from, Queer-O?” He sneered.
As far as he could tell, the students at this new school were far more civilized than those he had been surrounded with at Ashland High. Of course it was still early to know for sure, but of the few kids he had met, Blaine was certain that the rumors and bullying wouldn’t be much of an issue anymore. The only real problem that he faced now was figuring out where his damn locker was. Even with the numbers on the lockers guiding his way, these hallways were a maze and already he had lost his way more times than he wanted to admit.
He stopped where he stood and looked to his left and then to his right as he tried to notice anything familiar that stuck out to him. Eventually he would learn his way around, but that was not going to be happening today. His eyebrows perked when he heard someone approaching him from behind. He turned to meet the other boy’s eyes before his gaze roamed over him. Letterman jacket. Cocky smirk. Ignorant attitude.. yeah, this guy was exactly the type of person Blaine wanted to avoid. His hands curled into fist as the other guy continued on and immediately, Blaine could tell that McKinley wasn’t going to be any different. “My name is Blaine, first of all,” he began as he tried to regain what little confidence he had left. “And second, your assumptions are all wrong... not that it matters, but I’m from Ashland.”
David raised an eyebrow, broadening his sneer. “My assumptions are ‘all wrong?’” He mocked Blaine in pitch, even usin his free hand to illustrate quotations. “Ri-i-i-ight, and I’m not the top stud of this school.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Welcome to McKinley, Faggot--!”
Dave raised his arm, green slushie in hand, with every intention of dumping it on the mass of curls on Blaine’s head.
But then, everything went black.
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A sharp gasp brushed over his lips as consciousness returned and the darkness started to subside. He could still feel the pain of the dream fresh on his mind as everything began returning to him. When had he even fallen asleep? He tried to keep his mind at ease because the more he thought about it, the more he confused himself. One minute I was in the hallway with that kid. That moronic jock who... he finally looked around at his surroundings. Blaine was laying in a pool of green liquid with the guy beside him. He could barely make out where everyone had gone, but he quickly realized it wasn’t just the two of them who had ended up on the floor. “The hell happened?”
David stirred, slowly but surely. He blinked and dragged himself up to a sitting position, weebling and wobbling the whole way. He stared at the linoleum floor splattered with green slushie and was pissed to realize a good portion of it was soaking into his shirt and pants. Dave scrambled to stand and only managed to stumble his way to the lockers. He leaned against them, swallowing thickly and staring at the rest of his peers steadily coming to life around him. “The fuck... the fuck is going on?”
Finally, Blaine pulled together the strength to sit up. His entire vision was blurry and his head spun, but this was better then laying in a mess of green slushie. He paused for a moment as his eyes caught up with what was going on around him. Everyone seemed to wear the same confused expression that he felt right now. He turned his attention back toward the other guy who was now stumbling toward the lockers. He inhaled deeply and shook his head slowly. “I don’t know... One minute we were standing there and the next,” he didn’t have to finish because they both knew how it had ended. Or rather, no one really knew exactly how it had ended. “I just remember this... awful dream or something.” he swallowed and tried to get up on his feet.
It took a few moments for Blaine’s words to register, but when they did David felt his knees buckle--dream? Nightmare? Whatever had flashed before Dave’s eyes was certainly a dream; a wonderful, amazing dream. So real, but so far off and so--
Gay. So.. David’s eyes widened and he growled. “Whatever, fairy,” he pushed himself off the lockers. “Welcome to McKinley,” he growled, brushing past Blaine and purposefully shoving against his shoulder before storming down the hall.
Blaine kept seeing it, even if it was only for a few seconds as he managed to pull himself onto his feet. The nightmare... it played over and over in his head and he wanted desperately to forget it already. Whatever had just happened, whatever it was that Blaine had just seen... he never wanted to see it again. He stumbled toward the lockers and leaned up against them once he had finally regained some control over his surroundings. He carried his eyes up to meet the other boy’s again, but they hardly made eye contact. He fell back as Dave pushed past him and instantly pain shot through his body as his back smashed into the lockers. He took an uneasy breath as he stood away from them and straightened up. Not saying a word, he turned his head and made his way down the hall in the opposite direction.