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Re: Kurt/Blaine, h/c, trigger:suicidal thoughts - Shot in the Dark 2/5_eyesofpride_January 23 2012, 22:30:56 UTC
A year and a half later and Kurt couldn’t be any happier if tried. He was dating Blaine and now Blaine was even at his school, Karofsky was gone for good and he was planning on his big college getaway. Rachel had planned a girls movie night at her house for herself, him, Mercedes and even Sugar and Brittany now. The girls, and Kurt, were gathered around the screen watching Mean Girls, eating popcorn when Kurt got a text. “Kurt, your phones going off,” Mercedes said, handing him his phone. “Oooh, we all know who that must be,” Rachel giggled, grabbing another handful of popcorn. “Ha, ha. Very funny girls. My boyfriend is texting me. Alert the media.” Kurt grabbed his phone from Mercedes and glanced down at the screen.
Mottled -B
Kurt thought the room was spinning and all air had escaped out of his lungs. No, he thought, that was so long ago when we had that conversation…he can’t be… “I have to go,” Kurt said, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. “Ditching us for your boyfriend, Kurt?” Sugar said, but Kurt didn’t hear her. Blood rushed to his ears and he couldn’t hear anything. He didn’t want to hear anything, didn’t want to think of what Blaine was doing right now. Oh god, what was he doing. Kurt drove as fast as he could, tears threatening to escape his eyes. No. No. No. Blaine, no. Please, no. I need you. I need you so bad. No, please, no. Kurt reached Blaine’s driveway while a sickening thought crossed his mind, What if he’s not here? He never told me where he was. What if he’s drowned in a lake? Or hung himself in a barn? Kurt didn’t have time to pondered any number of places Blaine could have been but his house. Kurt rushed up the steps and knocked on the front door. No answer. Oh god, baby, don’t you dare need me then lock me out of your house. Kurt checked the handle and it was open. He hurriedly flung the door open and ran up the stairs to Blaine’s room. Blaine, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. He burst open the door to Blaine’s room, finding Blaine sitting on his bed. “Blaine!” Kurt almost yelled, rushing into the room, but stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of his boyfriend. Blaine sat cross legged on the edge of his bed holding a revolver in his hand. “Hi, Kurt,” Blaine mumbled softly. Kurt noticed the bottle of tequila in Blaine’s lap and Blaine’s phone tossed casually near the closet. “So glad you’re here.” Oh my god, what the hell is this? “I am too, Blaine,” Kurt said taking a cautious step toward his boyfriend. “What are you doing there?” “Ooooh, ya know, just about to shoot myself!” Blaine said waving the gun around, making Kurt very nervous. “I remembered our little pact, so I textd’ed you! But I shouldn’ta done that, Kurt. Shouldn’ta done that!” “Why, baby?” Kurt moved a little closer. “Cause then you’d try an stop me!” “That’s right, baby. You should give me that gun right now, then we can talk,” Kurt said, motioning slowly for the gun in Blaine’s right hand.
“Kurt, your phones going off,” Mercedes said, handing him his phone.
“Oooh, we all know who that must be,” Rachel giggled, grabbing another handful of popcorn.
“Ha, ha. Very funny girls. My boyfriend is texting me. Alert the media.” Kurt grabbed his phone from Mercedes and glanced down at the screen.
Mottled -B
Kurt thought the room was spinning and all air had escaped out of his lungs. No, he thought, that was so long ago when we had that conversation…he can’t be…
“I have to go,” Kurt said, grabbing his bag and heading for the door.
“Ditching us for your boyfriend, Kurt?” Sugar said, but Kurt didn’t hear her. Blood rushed to his ears and he couldn’t hear anything. He didn’t want to hear anything, didn’t want to think of what Blaine was doing right now. Oh god, what was he doing.
Kurt drove as fast as he could, tears threatening to escape his eyes. No. No. No. Blaine, no. Please, no. I need you. I need you so bad. No, please, no. Kurt reached Blaine’s driveway while a sickening thought crossed his mind, What if he’s not here? He never told me where he was. What if he’s drowned in a lake? Or hung himself in a barn? Kurt didn’t have time to pondered any number of places Blaine could have been but his house.
Kurt rushed up the steps and knocked on the front door. No answer. Oh god, baby, don’t you dare need me then lock me out of your house. Kurt checked the handle and it was open. He hurriedly flung the door open and ran up the stairs to Blaine’s room. Blaine, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. He burst open the door to Blaine’s room, finding Blaine sitting on his bed.
“Blaine!” Kurt almost yelled, rushing into the room, but stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of his boyfriend. Blaine sat cross legged on the edge of his bed holding a revolver in his hand.
“Hi, Kurt,” Blaine mumbled softly. Kurt noticed the bottle of tequila in Blaine’s lap and Blaine’s phone tossed casually near the closet. “So glad you’re here.”
Oh my god, what the hell is this? “I am too, Blaine,” Kurt said taking a cautious step toward his boyfriend. “What are you doing there?”
“Ooooh, ya know, just about to shoot myself!” Blaine said waving the gun around, making Kurt very nervous. “I remembered our little pact, so I textd’ed you! But I shouldn’ta done that, Kurt. Shouldn’ta done that!”
“Why, baby?” Kurt moved a little closer.
“Cause then you’d try an stop me!”
“That’s right, baby. You should give me that gun right now, then we can talk,” Kurt said, motioning slowly for the gun in Blaine’s right hand.
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