There's Something Wrong With Blaine (3/3)
Title: There's Something Wrong With Blaine (3/3)
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Finn Hudson and Puck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Finn is an easygoing guy who believes the best in everyone. But when Blaine Anderson begins to ingratiate himself into the Hudmels' lives, he can't ignore the strange events that occur. Just what exactly is wrong with Blaine? And can Finn save Kurt?
Previous: 1/2
There's Something Wrong With Blaine
Chapter 3
Kurt's hand reached out uncertainly as he sought for the wash cloth to clear the soapy liquid from his eyes.
'Here you are, dude.' Finn placed it into his hand with a kind smile. 'You want me to loofah your back?' He screwed his eyes shut as Kurt screamed, possibly shattering every window within a five-mile radius.
'Get out! Get out!' Kurt stumbled backwards, covering his groin and shoving his arm out in an attempt to find Finn. 'What is wrong with you?'
'Geez, you're the one always saying we should spend time together!' Finn crossed his arms, feeling a little hurt.
'Not when I'm in the shower, Finn!' Kurt wiped at his eyes furiously. 'Why are you still here?'
'I'm just looking out for you--'
'This is getting out of control! First I wake up to find you watching me sleep with that ridiculous stick in your hand--'
'Stake. It was a stake--'
'Then you actually try and bring in that video recorder--'
'It's called compromising. I told you, I need it for an art project--'
'What art project?' asked Kurt, suspicion lacing his voice.
'Um, it's called, uh, Fact-Based Evidence and Dali Elephants on Freaky Stick Legs and Stuff?'
'Right. And now this?' Kurt's expression softened for a moment. Turning, mindful of keeping himself covered, he switched off the shower. 'Finn, what is it? Is there something wrong? Are you,' he swallowed thickly, 'perhaps confused---'
Finn was confused all right, confused as to what the hell Blaine Anderson wanted with his brother. And he was going to do what he could to keep him safe. Which meant not leaving his side all day. And tasting his food first (it wasn't his fault he'd had to taste all that delicious burger) and making sure he went nowhere near that Holiday Inn this evening.
'-- lots of teenage boys, you're not alone, Finn. Never think that.'
'Kurt,' said Finn, severely.
'Yes?'
'Are you having a cold shower?'
Kurt glanced down, and back up again with a stare that could wither a meadow. 'Get out, get out, get out!'
*
Following Kurt around school proved no easy task. For one, he was like a goddamn chipmunk or something, diving through hedgerows and ducking behind lockers whenever he suspected Finn might be following him. Finn's back ached from having to spend so long crouching, and his head ached from stumbling into several impromptu duets between Rachel and Kurt, especially when the 11am break signalled their daily Tina Turner Tribute Time.
And then there was the issue of Blaine, who kept suggesting games of I Spy which always began with the letter F, except that one time when the answer was Human Eiffel Tower. As days went, it pretty much sucked. But Finn didn't mind. He could bare it for as long as possible if it meant that it stopped Kurt getting cannibalised or whatever. He looked at his watch with a sigh. Finally, this had to be longest French lesson in the world. He hadn't been able to keep an eye on Kurt during that fretful hour; he'd been turfed out of the class months ago when he'd realised he kept channelling Pepe le Pew and no amount of explaining had convinced Mme. Hadida that he didn't mean it.
'Hey, Mercedes, have you seen Kurt?' asked Finn as Kurt's class let out.
'Oh, he's gone home sick.' She shrugged her backpack strap over her shoulder. 'He went at the start of second period. He hasn't texted you?'
Finn paled. 'No! Did -- did he eat anything?'
'In class?'
Finn bit his lip. 'Right, nobody normal would do that.' He shoved the Twinkie in his pocket further down. 'So he didn't mention my art project, right?'
Mercedes frowned. 'No?'
'Oh, good.'
'You know what he did say, though,' said Mercedes. 'He's sick of you stalking him. Finn, if you need to talk, you can talk to me, or Tina, or even Mike. We don't get to say much when Berry's around, but we do care about you. And you're not yourself lately, if you don't mind me saying.'
Finn could not stop trembling. 'I have to go now.' He pushed past Mercedes and sprinted towards the door.
'It's not like we didn't already suspect it!' she shouted after him. 'Finn, you can't run away from yourself forever. Finn, did you hear me?'
'Loud and clear!' he called back over his shoulder.
'Damned straight,' said Mercedes happily. 'Even Rachel can't hit those high notes.'
*
Finn dropped his head onto his steering wheel with a groan. Kurt was nowhere. Not at home, or the garage, or the Lima Bean or even at Elegant Locks getting that gigantic, gravity defying coiff done. He had exhausted his options and it was nearly nightfall. Soon Blaine the Pain would be taking him to his almost certain death. And that certain death would no doubt be soundtracked by Abba. With a defeated sigh, Finn realised he had no choice but to head to Columbus and hope Blaine kept to his plan.
Calling it up on his GPS, Finn keyed in the details to find Scandals.
*
Finn liked to be prepared for going undercover, and he'd borrowed Kurt's LGBT Guide to Ohio to find out what he should wear to Scandals. Lima had only two entries, and the first of them was The Lima Bean, so he discounted that.
Scandals, said the book, is the height of sophistication in a town with no less than seven Arbys. As fashionable as Liza Minnelli's wardrobe, your trilby hats and skinny jeans will be as welcome here as a remake of Singing in the Rain.
Finn didn't own a pair of skinny jeans (he just didn't have the hips for them) , but he did have a hat. He rummaged around in his closet until he pulled out a crumpled hunting hat. He'd bought it for a trip he'd taken with Burt to the Rockies last fall. Finn felt a pang of guilt: Kurt had been so jealous, but he wouldn't have liked it. He had his own friends, anyway.
Finn sighed. Like Blaine. I've driven Kurt into the arms of a psychopath.
He pulled the hat on and glared at himself in the mirror. He'd do this, for Kurt. He'd even try one of those pretentious, cosmopolitan drinks they recommended in Kurt's guide. Like a Cosmopolitan.
*
'Nice hat,' said the guy at the door of Scandals.
'Thanks,' said Finn. He entered the club and kept his eyes peeled for Kurt or Blaine. They had to be here somewhere. He trawled through the bar twice, skirting around the people dancing, before sighing and dropping down in a booth. Taking a sip of his root-beer, Finn noticed the amorous couple making out next to him. A very familar couple.
'Santana?' gasped Finn, shooting off a quick snap and then putting his phone away. 'Brittany? What the hell are you doing here?'
'Oh, you know,' said Santana, barely suppressing her rage. 'We thought we'd escape from the wanky fantasies of the boys at McKinley, but thank God that you're here to keep us from any privacy once again.'
'Man,' said Finn. 'Are you ever gonna get over that?'
Santana narrowed her eyes. 'Shouldn't you be wandering around trying to figure out the meaning of your blundering existence, Holden?'
'Fine, I'm not gonna buy you a drink now.'
Brittany frowned. 'My drink has an umbrella but it's still wet.'
Santana folded her arms. 'What you didn't tell us is what you're doing here, pervert.'
'I was just curious--'
'I knew that Berry had to a beard. She's practically the female Humm-- oh, my God--- are you in love with Kurt?'
'No! I am not in love with Kurt. Are you crazy?'
'I'm not the one who wandered in with a paunch. I mean, look at how embarrassing you are in your lumberjack shirt! Could you step away from us, please? Your earnest disregard for relevance could be catching.' She turned to Brittany. 'He's wearing sneakers!'
'Yeah, yeah, fine. I get it, I'm nothing. Now tell me, have you seen Kurt? I need him. He's going to sleep with that douche and make the biggest mistake of his life, and I have to stop it!' Finn considered. 'Okay, I concede that sounded like I was in love with Kurt. But I'm totally not. I like boobs.'
Brittany raised her glass to that.
Santana smiled. 'Boobs are awesome. I suppose that's why you're--'
'Trying to grow a pair of my own, I know, I know.' He held his hands up. 'Look, just forget it, okay? I'm outta here.'
'But why don't you just ask Blaine?' said Brittany.
'I would if I could find him!'
'He's here, I saw him before.'
'Why didn't you tell me!' Finn snarled.
Brittany shrugged. 'You didn't care about my drink getting wet, so I don't care about that.' She considered. 'Do you want the umbrella? It won't keep you dry, but it'll brighten up your hat.'
'You don't understand. I think there's something totally up with that guy. I'm almost certain that he is going to take Kurt's virginity tonight and, then like, bite off his head.'
Santana nodded. 'Sounds legit.'
'So you'll help me find them?'
'Might as well ruin his night, since mine is now a bust.'
'Thanks, Santana, that's so-- I think I see him! There!' Leaping up, Finn began to chase after the shiny black helmet hair making its way through the crowd. Santana and Brittany followed.
'Come--oof!' Finn's chest collided with a solid body and he hit the ground with a thud. He winced rubbing at his chest. Something about that body slam had felt weirdly familiar.
'Oh, man! I am so sorry! I didn't see-- Finn Hudson?'
'Karofsky?' Finn stared up in surprise at the other boy, who looked like he was being eating alive by denium.
'What are you doing here? Are you stalking Kurt or something? Dude, that's really creepy!" Santana cleared her throat. 'I mean, when you do it, that is.'
'No no, I'm here because-- I'm-- well, the thing is---'
Realisation dawned on Finn. 'What? You mean you, too? Is this an epidemic?'
Karofsky blushed, sending glares towards Santana and Brittany before dragging Finn to his feet. 'You say a word about this, Hud--'
'Have you seen Kurt?' Finn grabbed him by the shoulders. 'Have you?'
'Yeah, he was here earlier, but he left with that douche and-- why are you hugging me?'
'I knew I wasn't alone! He's such a douche, isn't he? And-- can you take your hand off my butt?'
Karofsky sighed. 'Geez, all right.' He raised an eyebrow. 'Why are you looking for Kurt, anyway?'
'Because we gots to slap Kurt, chase Blaine out of town and get you some fashion sense.'
'No no and no, Santana,' said Finn tersely. 'We have to rescue Kurt, my clothes are fine but yeah, we need to get Blaine to leave town or something.'
'I signed up for all three things. Not one.'
'You didn't sign up for anything! You just jumped on board when I said I was going to stop Blaine from destroying the world, and you and Britanny kept talking about umbrellas and you were mean -- as usual -- and then you ageed to help me save Kurt from Blaine so it'll be okay.'
'Even your stories where I appear are washed-out. Congratulations, you've failed at yet another task.' She flipped her hair over her shoulder. 'Look, Knuckles, Blaine's like this total serial killer tooth fairy thing or something and if we don't stop him he is going to Jigsaw Kurt to death. You follow?'
Karofsky shook his head. 'Not even a little.'
'There's a good chance you might see Kurt naked.'
'We have to hurry,' Karofsky grabbed hold of Santana's hand and began dragging her towards the exit. 'There's not much time!'
'Karofsky's right,' said Finn. 'We need to find that Holiday Inn before it's too late! Plus, it's a school night and I have a massive day ahead of me tomorrow outting all of you, now can we just go?'
*
'How many Holiday Inns are there in a dive like this!' snarled Santana.
'This is the final one,' said Finn. 'Beau Tye Drive, 45801.'
Karofsky laughed. 'You're kidding.'
Santana stared at Finn. 'Why didn't we try this place first?'
'Starr Kydd drive sounded more him, I dunno.' He pushed her away. 'Could you turn around, please? I can't park when you're staring at me.'
Santana rolled her eyes, but she did as he asked.
'Look at the moon!' Finn said, parking across three lanes. 'Look at the size of it. That can't be good, just look at it! Come on!' He unsnapped his belt and practically flew out of the car, the others at his heels.
Brittany placed a hand on Santana's arm as they walked to the hotel. 'Santana, I think Finn might be a moth.' She bit her lip. 'A giant moth.'
Santana clasped her hand. 'We'll talk about it later, Brits. I promise.'
'I mean, the moon and then he found the right hotel. Did you ever see The Mothman Prophecies? How did he know, Santana? How did he know?'
As they entered the lobby, they were startled to see it was in darkness. There was no concierge at the front desk. There were no people around.
Santana frowned. 'Is this place even open?'
Finn glanced at the register. 'Yes. Blaine Anderson signed it at 9.11-- and 34 seconds.' He scowled. 'He's so particular! What a douche!' He straightened up. 'Right, guys. He's in room---666. Man, this place has a lot of rooms. Let's go.'
They had to take the stairs as the elevator wasn't working. Even the staircase was in darkness - Finn used his cellphone to light the way. Brittany shrieked in horror (just a little bit louder than Karofsky) when they reached the first floor and the light hit some bats who had been hanging from the chandelier there. The bats burst from the doorway in alarm and flew off around them.
'What's next?' gasped Santana. 'A rollercoaster?'
'I call shotgun!' said Brittany.
Santana tightened her grip on Brittany's hand. 'Come on!'
They clambered up the next four flights of stairs, with Karofsky stopping every so often to 'take in the view - no, I'm not having an asthma attack, you dicks!' and Brittany doing a victory dance when she beat them all to the top, then hanging her head in shame when she realised she'd beat them to the 12th floor and had to come back down again.
'Here!' Santana stopped outside room 666. 'You ready?'
'As I'll ever be.' Finn took a deep breath, looking to the others who stared back at him with a mixture of curiosity and a growing sense of fear.
'Maybe we should call the police?' said Karofsky. 'I mean-- if you think this Blaine is all that bad.'
'I don't--' A loud wracking sob sounded from the other side of the door and Finn's words died in his throat. Kurt. He threw himself at the door, but it didn't budge. His companions helped him out, pushing and kicking at the door fearfully, and eventually it gave.
'Oh my,' breathed Brittany. 'I want to stay here next time I'm on vacation.'
The bedroom didn't so much resemble a sensibly-priced, staid room, but something macabre. There was a white marble altar with a silver chalice proudly atop it, surrounded by candles. There was so many candles around the room, on the television set, a humble chair, placed carefully on the ugly carpets, that the room blazed with light. The bed was draped in velvet cloth, and along the walls, in red paint (at least, Finn hoped it was paint) pentagrams and Latin phrases had been daubed. In the midst of it, sat a nude Kurt, shoulders bent and head in his hands as he sobbed heavily.
'Is that an altar?' gasped Santana.
Brittany shook her head. 'No, he's a counter-tenor.'
'Kurt! Kurt are you okay?' Finn ran to him, taking off his jacket to coat it around Kurt's naked frame. 'What happened?'
'Blaine-- he---he--' Kurt choked through his tears. 'I thought we had something special!'
'Just tell us what happened," said Santana, with surprising gentleness.
'Everything was perfect-- uh-- and we came here and it was all so lovely--'
'Really?' asked Karofsky. 'That beheaded rabbit didn't kill the moment or anything?'
'--and romantic! And then we began kissing and we began to take off our clothes--'
'Kurt, you need to tell us absolutely everything.' Karofsky removed a pen and notepad from his jacker. 'Be specific.'
'But then-- but then--'
'Yes, yes, your butt?'
'Will you keep out of this, Karofsky!' Finn gave Kurt's shoulder's a little squeeze. 'You were saying. Your butt?'
'But then he just got so angry! He said it was all wrong and we couldn't do it and he knew! I don't know how! But he knew I wasn't a virgin!"
Finn nodded. Once. Twice. Then stood up and punched Karofsky in the mouth.
'What the hell was that for?' Karofsky yelled, covering his bloodied lips.
'Process of elimination!'
'No no! It wasn't Karofsky! Are you insane?' Kurt wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand. 'It was Brittany, okay.'
Santana blinked. Once. Twice. Then turned and punched Karofsky in the side of the head.
'What the fuck!'
'Oh, like I'm going to hit Brits or Snagglepuss over here.'
'So-- I guess that means we're safe? From Blaine.' Finn grinned. 'That's awesome! I totally saved the day.'
'Oh, no no. Don't you try and take this away from Brittany.' Santana hugged the other girl tight. 'This is all her.'
'What is wrong with you people!' snapped Kurt. 'I'm sitting here with a broken heart!'
'Trust us.' Finn gave him a pat. 'It could have been worse. A lot worse.'
'But wait.' Karofsky tapped at his lip. 'You said that Blaine is this weird succubus or incubus thing and needs to devirginalise someone in order to be immortal, yeah? And that it has to be tonight. So he's going to be searching for someone. Someone ready and willing. Kurt, you got his number on you or--'
'You're right! We should find him before--' Finn's cell blasted into life and he pulled it from his pocket with a frown. 'Rachel, this better be important!'
'I give up, Finn Hudson! I give up! I offered myself to your arms time and time again, and yet you chose not to take our relationship to our next level! Instead, you let it languish on the proverbial shelf of puppy love!'
'Rachel, can this wait? I'm sort of busy combatting evil right now.' Finn rolled his eyes at Karofsky. Who winked back. With a frown, Finn turned a way. 'How about I drop by when I'm done. You can tell me all about Bob Fussy, or whatever.'
'Fosse! It's Bob Fosse! See, that's it right there. You never listen to my needs or wants! Well, I've had enough, Finn! Blaine and I--'
'What? What do you mean, Blaine and you? Is he there?'
'-- are going to watch a nice movie and eat our combined weight in ice cream--'
'You have to get out! Rachel! He is totally going to drown you in Häagen-Dazs or something!'
Kurt lifted up his head. 'Rachel has Häagen-Dazs?'
'--and not think about you, Finn Hudson!' With a sniff, she terminated the call.
'Blaine, he's with Rachel.' Finn shook his head. 'We have to get to her!'
'But she should be fine, right?' Brittany shrugged. 'Didn't she do it with Jesse? And she's a girl.'
'No, she didn't! She just said she did because--- I forget-- but she never did it with me either and Blaine's desperate! He'll do anything right now!'
'Hey!' snapped Kurt.
'But seriously, what's his number?' asked Karofsky.
'Come on!' Santana slammed a fist into her palm. 'We'd better hurry. Rachel's extremely nubile! It's only a matter of time!'
Brittany pouted. 'Nubile sounds like you think she's sexy.'
'I won't have this conversation again, Brits!'
'We had a conversation?'
'In my head.' Santana considered. 'Right, let's get going! Come on, Finn!'
'Okay, I'm go-- Kurt, you may want to put on some pants?'
'Hey!' snapped Karofsky. You're not the boss of him!'
*
Finn slid across the bonnet, half because of his panic and hurry, the other because it looked cool and he had always wanted to do that. Brittany gave a little clap, and he was glad. He was still kind of glowing about it as they hurtled down the freeway and through the night, coming to a screeching halt at Rachel's house.
'It's nearly midnight,' said Santana. 'I've seen enough low budget horrors to know that this isn't good.'
'Finn, could you have taken the corners more gently?' asked Kurt. 'Karofsky kept flying into me.'
Finn frowned into the rear-view mirror. 'I didn't take any corners?' Shoving open the door, he glanced up at Rachel's house, a sense of foreboding falling over him. Rachel had to be okay. She had to be. He felt an hand on his arm and he turned to find Santana glancing up at him. He gave her a firm nod, gulping strongly as he made his way up the path.
'This is creepy,' whispered Karofsky. 'And I thought the kid was creepy before I knew about the whole evil monster type thing.'
The door was ajar. An unpleasant jolt crashed through him, but he swallowed his fear down. He had to finish this. She'd be okay. Distantly, under the frantic beat of his heart, he could hear the dulcet tones of Barry White.
'Hello, Finn,' said Blaine from the sofa. He ran his hand along the armrest. 'I wondered when you would show up.' A shaft of light fell across his inscrutable dark eyes as he smirked.
For his part, Finn stood frozen with fear. He was grateful when he heard footsteps behind him and his friends gathered around, staring at Blaine.
'I see you bought friends. Oh, hello, Kurt.' Blaine's face changed into one of abject sorrow. 'I am so sorry that our love was not to be.'
'Ritual sacrifice tends not to turn me on,' said Kurt.
'I'm quite flexible, however,' added Karofsky.
Finn glanced around rhe room, his jaw tight. 'Where is she, you bastard?'
'Who, me?' Rachel entered the room, a glass in one hand and a cigar in the other. She wore a sheer babydoll, that barely knew where her knees were and her hair hung round her in rumpled waves.
Finn snapped off a quick photo, then shoved his phone in his pocket. 'You bastard!' he said again.
'Could you forward me that?' whispered Santana, then louder; 'Yeah, you son of a bitch!'
'I am so glad you could all be here to witness my final triumph.' He smiled up at Rachel as she filled up his goblet with a thick red liquid. 'It has been a long road but I am finally here. I am finally strong enough to succeed.'
'You killed all those boys,' said Finn. 'And then turned them into like mummies!'
Brittany frowned. 'I'm pretty sure that's not biologically possible, Finn.'
'I see you've done your research. And quite right, too. I needed their youth, you see. Their innocence. They have sustained me for centuries.' He looked wistful. 'The ninties was a particularly good period. Lots of boybands.' He considered them with a tilted head. 'You must be wondering why? What was it all for? Power. Control. Isn't that what everything is for. The human race is weak. It needs a leader, a real leader and thanks to Rachel here, it now has one.'
'This can't be good.' Santana gripped Finn's arm. 'He's soliloquising.'
'Oh, God, is she going to turn like all the others? Be all fossilised and dead?' Finn looked at Rachel in horror, waiting for the change to settle over her in any second.
Blaine shook his head. 'No no. You see this time? This time it's different. Because my work is done. I'm strong enough now.' He held up the goblet and raised a toast to them. 'I had hoped that it would be Kurt that would rule beside me, but alas, that is not to be. Rachel will reign in his steed.'
'Oh, come on!' Kurt huffed crossing his arms. 'Taking all the solos and class presidency, isn't enough? Now she has to steal me-- steal my--- wait, what is she going to reign over?'
Rachel giggled, slipping down beside Blaine and curling into his side. 'Everything, Kurt. Everyone.'
'What's that noise?' whispered Brittany, staring at the ceiling where cracks jig-sawed across the plaster in a furious speed.
'It is time,' said Blaine. 'It is time.'
'The ground!' yelled Karofsky. 'The ground is-- it's cracking.' Sure enough, below their feet the carpet began to rip and tear as floorboards flung themselves upward in a burst of splinters and nails. Karofsky clambered to stay up right but the motion was too strong and with a final scream of horror, he fell through the hole that was now tearing across the room.
Finn grabbed Kurt's arm and ran for the door, Santana and Brittany close behind. 'Quick, we have to--' A beam crashed down in front of them, blocking their exit. All around them Finn could hear cackling below the screams and sobs of his friends. Turning, his arms wrapped around a shaking Kurt, he glanced down to where Karofsky had fallen. Red. Heat. Flames. Yawning up towards him, clutching for him, wanting him. With terror-filled eyes, he raised his stare to meet Blaine's.
And screamed and screamed and screamed...
*
Finn sat up with a shout, sweat pooling across his back and forehead. What the fuck was that?
He glanced around as his heart slowed down to a gentler pace, nearly collapsing with relief when he realised he was in bed, and safe and sound. 'Oh, my God, it was just a dream!' He gave a shaky laugh, swinging his trembling legs from the bed. That had been a hell of a nightmare. And about Blaine of all people! He really had to stop eating so much Velveeta before bed.
The waves of relief which crashed through Finn as he shaved and brushed his teeth and did all that manly stuff were immense. This was better than that time Mr. Jones had a heart attack during the algebra test and they were all sent home and then offered counselling at that place right next door to McDonald's. The sun was shining outside, and there were no bats or Santana or cannibalistic pagan Scientologist rituals, and they were going to sing One Direction songs in Glee club today. Man, being Finn ruled.
He entered the kitchen, singing happily. The song died on his lips as he realised with a start that Blaine was already here. A trickle of fear sparked down his spine and he shook his head, harshly. Come on, this was Blaine. He saved baby flies, for God's sake.
'Morning!' Finn said, taking a seat opposite Blaine, relieved that Kurt was there washing a plate at the sink. "You're here early.'
'I came to pick up Kurt. We have tickets for Cats. Don't we, Kurt?'
Kurt gave a small smile and then ducked his head down, pouring coffee into the waiting mugs.
'Dude, I had the weirdest dream about you. It was totally nuts.' Finn laughed, filling his glass up with orange juice. 'You were like this demon from hell thing. And then you and Rachel totally did it and it destroyed, like, the world!''
Blaine's smile widened, his teeth all on show and he joined in with the laughter. 'Really?'
'Really!' Finn nodded. 'It was totally bizarre.'
'You ate a tub of Velveeta before bedtime again, didn't you?' said Kurt disapprovingly.
'Me, as a demon from hell! Should I be flattered that you were dreaming of me or upset that you think bow ties are the mark of the Antichrist?' He glanced up at Kurt who appeared at the table with his coffee cup. 'Thanks, Kurt.'
'It's okay!' Kurt whispered as he placed it down onto the table, before stepping back and folding his arms across his chest.
The light dimmed in the kitchen; the sun had gone behind the clouds again. Finn thought he heard a faint rumble of thunder. He couldn't help the vague feeling of unease which crept along his spine, raising the hairs at the back of his neck. He frowned at Blaine.
Blaine's stare was preoccupied, however, on the cup in front of him. Frowning, he reached out and settled his hands around the rim. His eyes flicked up to meet Finn's, and then his lips quirked into the smallest of smiles, before setting into a grim line. He lifted the cup, pushing the coaster to one side.
Holding Finn's gaze solemnly, he placed the hot cup on to the table.
The End
-- MASTERFIC LIST
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Finn Hudson and Puck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Finn is an easygoing guy who believes the best in everyone. But when Blaine Anderson begins to ingratiate himself into the Hudmels' lives, he can't ignore the strange events that occur. Just what exactly is wrong with Blaine? And can Finn save Kurt?
Previous: 1/2
There's Something Wrong With Blaine
Chapter 3
Kurt's hand reached out uncertainly as he sought for the wash cloth to clear the soapy liquid from his eyes.
'Here you are, dude.' Finn placed it into his hand with a kind smile. 'You want me to loofah your back?' He screwed his eyes shut as Kurt screamed, possibly shattering every window within a five-mile radius.
'Get out! Get out!' Kurt stumbled backwards, covering his groin and shoving his arm out in an attempt to find Finn. 'What is wrong with you?'
'Geez, you're the one always saying we should spend time together!' Finn crossed his arms, feeling a little hurt.
'Not when I'm in the shower, Finn!' Kurt wiped at his eyes furiously. 'Why are you still here?'
'I'm just looking out for you--'
'This is getting out of control! First I wake up to find you watching me sleep with that ridiculous stick in your hand--'
'Stake. It was a stake--'
'Then you actually try and bring in that video recorder--'
'It's called compromising. I told you, I need it for an art project--'
'What art project?' asked Kurt, suspicion lacing his voice.
'Um, it's called, uh, Fact-Based Evidence and Dali Elephants on Freaky Stick Legs and Stuff?'
'Right. And now this?' Kurt's expression softened for a moment. Turning, mindful of keeping himself covered, he switched off the shower. 'Finn, what is it? Is there something wrong? Are you,' he swallowed thickly, 'perhaps confused---'
Finn was confused all right, confused as to what the hell Blaine Anderson wanted with his brother. And he was going to do what he could to keep him safe. Which meant not leaving his side all day. And tasting his food first (it wasn't his fault he'd had to taste all that delicious burger) and making sure he went nowhere near that Holiday Inn this evening.
'-- lots of teenage boys, you're not alone, Finn. Never think that.'
'Kurt,' said Finn, severely.
'Yes?'
'Are you having a cold shower?'
Kurt glanced down, and back up again with a stare that could wither a meadow. 'Get out, get out, get out!'
*
Following Kurt around school proved no easy task. For one, he was like a goddamn chipmunk or something, diving through hedgerows and ducking behind lockers whenever he suspected Finn might be following him. Finn's back ached from having to spend so long crouching, and his head ached from stumbling into several impromptu duets between Rachel and Kurt, especially when the 11am break signalled their daily Tina Turner Tribute Time.
And then there was the issue of Blaine, who kept suggesting games of I Spy which always began with the letter F, except that one time when the answer was Human Eiffel Tower. As days went, it pretty much sucked. But Finn didn't mind. He could bare it for as long as possible if it meant that it stopped Kurt getting cannibalised or whatever. He looked at his watch with a sigh. Finally, this had to be longest French lesson in the world. He hadn't been able to keep an eye on Kurt during that fretful hour; he'd been turfed out of the class months ago when he'd realised he kept channelling Pepe le Pew and no amount of explaining had convinced Mme. Hadida that he didn't mean it.
'Hey, Mercedes, have you seen Kurt?' asked Finn as Kurt's class let out.
'Oh, he's gone home sick.' She shrugged her backpack strap over her shoulder. 'He went at the start of second period. He hasn't texted you?'
Finn paled. 'No! Did -- did he eat anything?'
'In class?'
Finn bit his lip. 'Right, nobody normal would do that.' He shoved the Twinkie in his pocket further down. 'So he didn't mention my art project, right?'
Mercedes frowned. 'No?'
'Oh, good.'
'You know what he did say, though,' said Mercedes. 'He's sick of you stalking him. Finn, if you need to talk, you can talk to me, or Tina, or even Mike. We don't get to say much when Berry's around, but we do care about you. And you're not yourself lately, if you don't mind me saying.'
Finn could not stop trembling. 'I have to go now.' He pushed past Mercedes and sprinted towards the door.
'It's not like we didn't already suspect it!' she shouted after him. 'Finn, you can't run away from yourself forever. Finn, did you hear me?'
'Loud and clear!' he called back over his shoulder.
'Damned straight,' said Mercedes happily. 'Even Rachel can't hit those high notes.'
*
Finn dropped his head onto his steering wheel with a groan. Kurt was nowhere. Not at home, or the garage, or the Lima Bean or even at Elegant Locks getting that gigantic, gravity defying coiff done. He had exhausted his options and it was nearly nightfall. Soon Blaine the Pain would be taking him to his almost certain death. And that certain death would no doubt be soundtracked by Abba. With a defeated sigh, Finn realised he had no choice but to head to Columbus and hope Blaine kept to his plan.
Calling it up on his GPS, Finn keyed in the details to find Scandals.
*
Finn liked to be prepared for going undercover, and he'd borrowed Kurt's LGBT Guide to Ohio to find out what he should wear to Scandals. Lima had only two entries, and the first of them was The Lima Bean, so he discounted that.
Scandals, said the book, is the height of sophistication in a town with no less than seven Arbys. As fashionable as Liza Minnelli's wardrobe, your trilby hats and skinny jeans will be as welcome here as a remake of Singing in the Rain.
Finn didn't own a pair of skinny jeans (he just didn't have the hips for them) , but he did have a hat. He rummaged around in his closet until he pulled out a crumpled hunting hat. He'd bought it for a trip he'd taken with Burt to the Rockies last fall. Finn felt a pang of guilt: Kurt had been so jealous, but he wouldn't have liked it. He had his own friends, anyway.
Finn sighed. Like Blaine. I've driven Kurt into the arms of a psychopath.
He pulled the hat on and glared at himself in the mirror. He'd do this, for Kurt. He'd even try one of those pretentious, cosmopolitan drinks they recommended in Kurt's guide. Like a Cosmopolitan.
*
'Nice hat,' said the guy at the door of Scandals.
'Thanks,' said Finn. He entered the club and kept his eyes peeled for Kurt or Blaine. They had to be here somewhere. He trawled through the bar twice, skirting around the people dancing, before sighing and dropping down in a booth. Taking a sip of his root-beer, Finn noticed the amorous couple making out next to him. A very familar couple.
'Santana?' gasped Finn, shooting off a quick snap and then putting his phone away. 'Brittany? What the hell are you doing here?'
'Oh, you know,' said Santana, barely suppressing her rage. 'We thought we'd escape from the wanky fantasies of the boys at McKinley, but thank God that you're here to keep us from any privacy once again.'
'Man,' said Finn. 'Are you ever gonna get over that?'
Santana narrowed her eyes. 'Shouldn't you be wandering around trying to figure out the meaning of your blundering existence, Holden?'
'Fine, I'm not gonna buy you a drink now.'
Brittany frowned. 'My drink has an umbrella but it's still wet.'
Santana folded her arms. 'What you didn't tell us is what you're doing here, pervert.'
'I was just curious--'
'I knew that Berry had to a beard. She's practically the female Humm-- oh, my God--- are you in love with Kurt?'
'No! I am not in love with Kurt. Are you crazy?'
'I'm not the one who wandered in with a paunch. I mean, look at how embarrassing you are in your lumberjack shirt! Could you step away from us, please? Your earnest disregard for relevance could be catching.' She turned to Brittany. 'He's wearing sneakers!'
'Yeah, yeah, fine. I get it, I'm nothing. Now tell me, have you seen Kurt? I need him. He's going to sleep with that douche and make the biggest mistake of his life, and I have to stop it!' Finn considered. 'Okay, I concede that sounded like I was in love with Kurt. But I'm totally not. I like boobs.'
Brittany raised her glass to that.
Santana smiled. 'Boobs are awesome. I suppose that's why you're--'
'Trying to grow a pair of my own, I know, I know.' He held his hands up. 'Look, just forget it, okay? I'm outta here.'
'But why don't you just ask Blaine?' said Brittany.
'I would if I could find him!'
'He's here, I saw him before.'
'Why didn't you tell me!' Finn snarled.
Brittany shrugged. 'You didn't care about my drink getting wet, so I don't care about that.' She considered. 'Do you want the umbrella? It won't keep you dry, but it'll brighten up your hat.'
'You don't understand. I think there's something totally up with that guy. I'm almost certain that he is going to take Kurt's virginity tonight and, then like, bite off his head.'
Santana nodded. 'Sounds legit.'
'So you'll help me find them?'
'Might as well ruin his night, since mine is now a bust.'
'Thanks, Santana, that's so-- I think I see him! There!' Leaping up, Finn began to chase after the shiny black helmet hair making its way through the crowd. Santana and Brittany followed.
'Come--oof!' Finn's chest collided with a solid body and he hit the ground with a thud. He winced rubbing at his chest. Something about that body slam had felt weirdly familiar.
'Oh, man! I am so sorry! I didn't see-- Finn Hudson?'
'Karofsky?' Finn stared up in surprise at the other boy, who looked like he was being eating alive by denium.
'What are you doing here? Are you stalking Kurt or something? Dude, that's really creepy!" Santana cleared her throat. 'I mean, when you do it, that is.'
'No no, I'm here because-- I'm-- well, the thing is---'
Realisation dawned on Finn. 'What? You mean you, too? Is this an epidemic?'
Karofsky blushed, sending glares towards Santana and Brittany before dragging Finn to his feet. 'You say a word about this, Hud--'
'Have you seen Kurt?' Finn grabbed him by the shoulders. 'Have you?'
'Yeah, he was here earlier, but he left with that douche and-- why are you hugging me?'
'I knew I wasn't alone! He's such a douche, isn't he? And-- can you take your hand off my butt?'
Karofsky sighed. 'Geez, all right.' He raised an eyebrow. 'Why are you looking for Kurt, anyway?'
'Because we gots to slap Kurt, chase Blaine out of town and get you some fashion sense.'
'No no and no, Santana,' said Finn tersely. 'We have to rescue Kurt, my clothes are fine but yeah, we need to get Blaine to leave town or something.'
'I signed up for all three things. Not one.'
'You didn't sign up for anything! You just jumped on board when I said I was going to stop Blaine from destroying the world, and you and Britanny kept talking about umbrellas and you were mean -- as usual -- and then you ageed to help me save Kurt from Blaine so it'll be okay.'
'Even your stories where I appear are washed-out. Congratulations, you've failed at yet another task.' She flipped her hair over her shoulder. 'Look, Knuckles, Blaine's like this total serial killer tooth fairy thing or something and if we don't stop him he is going to Jigsaw Kurt to death. You follow?'
Karofsky shook his head. 'Not even a little.'
'There's a good chance you might see Kurt naked.'
'We have to hurry,' Karofsky grabbed hold of Santana's hand and began dragging her towards the exit. 'There's not much time!'
'Karofsky's right,' said Finn. 'We need to find that Holiday Inn before it's too late! Plus, it's a school night and I have a massive day ahead of me tomorrow outting all of you, now can we just go?'
*
'How many Holiday Inns are there in a dive like this!' snarled Santana.
'This is the final one,' said Finn. 'Beau Tye Drive, 45801.'
Karofsky laughed. 'You're kidding.'
Santana stared at Finn. 'Why didn't we try this place first?'
'Starr Kydd drive sounded more him, I dunno.' He pushed her away. 'Could you turn around, please? I can't park when you're staring at me.'
Santana rolled her eyes, but she did as he asked.
'Look at the moon!' Finn said, parking across three lanes. 'Look at the size of it. That can't be good, just look at it! Come on!' He unsnapped his belt and practically flew out of the car, the others at his heels.
Brittany placed a hand on Santana's arm as they walked to the hotel. 'Santana, I think Finn might be a moth.' She bit her lip. 'A giant moth.'
Santana clasped her hand. 'We'll talk about it later, Brits. I promise.'
'I mean, the moon and then he found the right hotel. Did you ever see The Mothman Prophecies? How did he know, Santana? How did he know?'
As they entered the lobby, they were startled to see it was in darkness. There was no concierge at the front desk. There were no people around.
Santana frowned. 'Is this place even open?'
Finn glanced at the register. 'Yes. Blaine Anderson signed it at 9.11-- and 34 seconds.' He scowled. 'He's so particular! What a douche!' He straightened up. 'Right, guys. He's in room---666. Man, this place has a lot of rooms. Let's go.'
They had to take the stairs as the elevator wasn't working. Even the staircase was in darkness - Finn used his cellphone to light the way. Brittany shrieked in horror (just a little bit louder than Karofsky) when they reached the first floor and the light hit some bats who had been hanging from the chandelier there. The bats burst from the doorway in alarm and flew off around them.
'What's next?' gasped Santana. 'A rollercoaster?'
'I call shotgun!' said Brittany.
Santana tightened her grip on Brittany's hand. 'Come on!'
They clambered up the next four flights of stairs, with Karofsky stopping every so often to 'take in the view - no, I'm not having an asthma attack, you dicks!' and Brittany doing a victory dance when she beat them all to the top, then hanging her head in shame when she realised she'd beat them to the 12th floor and had to come back down again.
'Here!' Santana stopped outside room 666. 'You ready?'
'As I'll ever be.' Finn took a deep breath, looking to the others who stared back at him with a mixture of curiosity and a growing sense of fear.
'Maybe we should call the police?' said Karofsky. 'I mean-- if you think this Blaine is all that bad.'
'I don't--' A loud wracking sob sounded from the other side of the door and Finn's words died in his throat. Kurt. He threw himself at the door, but it didn't budge. His companions helped him out, pushing and kicking at the door fearfully, and eventually it gave.
'Oh my,' breathed Brittany. 'I want to stay here next time I'm on vacation.'
The bedroom didn't so much resemble a sensibly-priced, staid room, but something macabre. There was a white marble altar with a silver chalice proudly atop it, surrounded by candles. There was so many candles around the room, on the television set, a humble chair, placed carefully on the ugly carpets, that the room blazed with light. The bed was draped in velvet cloth, and along the walls, in red paint (at least, Finn hoped it was paint) pentagrams and Latin phrases had been daubed. In the midst of it, sat a nude Kurt, shoulders bent and head in his hands as he sobbed heavily.
'Is that an altar?' gasped Santana.
Brittany shook her head. 'No, he's a counter-tenor.'
'Kurt! Kurt are you okay?' Finn ran to him, taking off his jacket to coat it around Kurt's naked frame. 'What happened?'
'Blaine-- he---he--' Kurt choked through his tears. 'I thought we had something special!'
'Just tell us what happened," said Santana, with surprising gentleness.
'Everything was perfect-- uh-- and we came here and it was all so lovely--'
'Really?' asked Karofsky. 'That beheaded rabbit didn't kill the moment or anything?'
'--and romantic! And then we began kissing and we began to take off our clothes--'
'Kurt, you need to tell us absolutely everything.' Karofsky removed a pen and notepad from his jacker. 'Be specific.'
'But then-- but then--'
'Yes, yes, your butt?'
'Will you keep out of this, Karofsky!' Finn gave Kurt's shoulder's a little squeeze. 'You were saying. Your butt?'
'But then he just got so angry! He said it was all wrong and we couldn't do it and he knew! I don't know how! But he knew I wasn't a virgin!"
Finn nodded. Once. Twice. Then stood up and punched Karofsky in the mouth.
'What the hell was that for?' Karofsky yelled, covering his bloodied lips.
'Process of elimination!'
'No no! It wasn't Karofsky! Are you insane?' Kurt wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand. 'It was Brittany, okay.'
Santana blinked. Once. Twice. Then turned and punched Karofsky in the side of the head.
'What the fuck!'
'Oh, like I'm going to hit Brits or Snagglepuss over here.'
'So-- I guess that means we're safe? From Blaine.' Finn grinned. 'That's awesome! I totally saved the day.'
'Oh, no no. Don't you try and take this away from Brittany.' Santana hugged the other girl tight. 'This is all her.'
'What is wrong with you people!' snapped Kurt. 'I'm sitting here with a broken heart!'
'Trust us.' Finn gave him a pat. 'It could have been worse. A lot worse.'
'But wait.' Karofsky tapped at his lip. 'You said that Blaine is this weird succubus or incubus thing and needs to devirginalise someone in order to be immortal, yeah? And that it has to be tonight. So he's going to be searching for someone. Someone ready and willing. Kurt, you got his number on you or--'
'You're right! We should find him before--' Finn's cell blasted into life and he pulled it from his pocket with a frown. 'Rachel, this better be important!'
'I give up, Finn Hudson! I give up! I offered myself to your arms time and time again, and yet you chose not to take our relationship to our next level! Instead, you let it languish on the proverbial shelf of puppy love!'
'Rachel, can this wait? I'm sort of busy combatting evil right now.' Finn rolled his eyes at Karofsky. Who winked back. With a frown, Finn turned a way. 'How about I drop by when I'm done. You can tell me all about Bob Fussy, or whatever.'
'Fosse! It's Bob Fosse! See, that's it right there. You never listen to my needs or wants! Well, I've had enough, Finn! Blaine and I--'
'What? What do you mean, Blaine and you? Is he there?'
'-- are going to watch a nice movie and eat our combined weight in ice cream--'
'You have to get out! Rachel! He is totally going to drown you in Häagen-Dazs or something!'
Kurt lifted up his head. 'Rachel has Häagen-Dazs?'
'--and not think about you, Finn Hudson!' With a sniff, she terminated the call.
'Blaine, he's with Rachel.' Finn shook his head. 'We have to get to her!'
'But she should be fine, right?' Brittany shrugged. 'Didn't she do it with Jesse? And she's a girl.'
'No, she didn't! She just said she did because--- I forget-- but she never did it with me either and Blaine's desperate! He'll do anything right now!'
'Hey!' snapped Kurt.
'But seriously, what's his number?' asked Karofsky.
'Come on!' Santana slammed a fist into her palm. 'We'd better hurry. Rachel's extremely nubile! It's only a matter of time!'
Brittany pouted. 'Nubile sounds like you think she's sexy.'
'I won't have this conversation again, Brits!'
'We had a conversation?'
'In my head.' Santana considered. 'Right, let's get going! Come on, Finn!'
'Okay, I'm go-- Kurt, you may want to put on some pants?'
'Hey!' snapped Karofsky. You're not the boss of him!'
*
Finn slid across the bonnet, half because of his panic and hurry, the other because it looked cool and he had always wanted to do that. Brittany gave a little clap, and he was glad. He was still kind of glowing about it as they hurtled down the freeway and through the night, coming to a screeching halt at Rachel's house.
'It's nearly midnight,' said Santana. 'I've seen enough low budget horrors to know that this isn't good.'
'Finn, could you have taken the corners more gently?' asked Kurt. 'Karofsky kept flying into me.'
Finn frowned into the rear-view mirror. 'I didn't take any corners?' Shoving open the door, he glanced up at Rachel's house, a sense of foreboding falling over him. Rachel had to be okay. She had to be. He felt an hand on his arm and he turned to find Santana glancing up at him. He gave her a firm nod, gulping strongly as he made his way up the path.
'This is creepy,' whispered Karofsky. 'And I thought the kid was creepy before I knew about the whole evil monster type thing.'
The door was ajar. An unpleasant jolt crashed through him, but he swallowed his fear down. He had to finish this. She'd be okay. Distantly, under the frantic beat of his heart, he could hear the dulcet tones of Barry White.
'Hello, Finn,' said Blaine from the sofa. He ran his hand along the armrest. 'I wondered when you would show up.' A shaft of light fell across his inscrutable dark eyes as he smirked.
For his part, Finn stood frozen with fear. He was grateful when he heard footsteps behind him and his friends gathered around, staring at Blaine.
'I see you bought friends. Oh, hello, Kurt.' Blaine's face changed into one of abject sorrow. 'I am so sorry that our love was not to be.'
'Ritual sacrifice tends not to turn me on,' said Kurt.
'I'm quite flexible, however,' added Karofsky.
Finn glanced around rhe room, his jaw tight. 'Where is she, you bastard?'
'Who, me?' Rachel entered the room, a glass in one hand and a cigar in the other. She wore a sheer babydoll, that barely knew where her knees were and her hair hung round her in rumpled waves.
Finn snapped off a quick photo, then shoved his phone in his pocket. 'You bastard!' he said again.
'Could you forward me that?' whispered Santana, then louder; 'Yeah, you son of a bitch!'
'I am so glad you could all be here to witness my final triumph.' He smiled up at Rachel as she filled up his goblet with a thick red liquid. 'It has been a long road but I am finally here. I am finally strong enough to succeed.'
'You killed all those boys,' said Finn. 'And then turned them into like mummies!'
Brittany frowned. 'I'm pretty sure that's not biologically possible, Finn.'
'I see you've done your research. And quite right, too. I needed their youth, you see. Their innocence. They have sustained me for centuries.' He looked wistful. 'The ninties was a particularly good period. Lots of boybands.' He considered them with a tilted head. 'You must be wondering why? What was it all for? Power. Control. Isn't that what everything is for. The human race is weak. It needs a leader, a real leader and thanks to Rachel here, it now has one.'
'This can't be good.' Santana gripped Finn's arm. 'He's soliloquising.'
'Oh, God, is she going to turn like all the others? Be all fossilised and dead?' Finn looked at Rachel in horror, waiting for the change to settle over her in any second.
Blaine shook his head. 'No no. You see this time? This time it's different. Because my work is done. I'm strong enough now.' He held up the goblet and raised a toast to them. 'I had hoped that it would be Kurt that would rule beside me, but alas, that is not to be. Rachel will reign in his steed.'
'Oh, come on!' Kurt huffed crossing his arms. 'Taking all the solos and class presidency, isn't enough? Now she has to steal me-- steal my--- wait, what is she going to reign over?'
Rachel giggled, slipping down beside Blaine and curling into his side. 'Everything, Kurt. Everyone.'
'What's that noise?' whispered Brittany, staring at the ceiling where cracks jig-sawed across the plaster in a furious speed.
'It is time,' said Blaine. 'It is time.'
'The ground!' yelled Karofsky. 'The ground is-- it's cracking.' Sure enough, below their feet the carpet began to rip and tear as floorboards flung themselves upward in a burst of splinters and nails. Karofsky clambered to stay up right but the motion was too strong and with a final scream of horror, he fell through the hole that was now tearing across the room.
Finn grabbed Kurt's arm and ran for the door, Santana and Brittany close behind. 'Quick, we have to--' A beam crashed down in front of them, blocking their exit. All around them Finn could hear cackling below the screams and sobs of his friends. Turning, his arms wrapped around a shaking Kurt, he glanced down to where Karofsky had fallen. Red. Heat. Flames. Yawning up towards him, clutching for him, wanting him. With terror-filled eyes, he raised his stare to meet Blaine's.
And screamed and screamed and screamed...
*
Finn sat up with a shout, sweat pooling across his back and forehead. What the fuck was that?
He glanced around as his heart slowed down to a gentler pace, nearly collapsing with relief when he realised he was in bed, and safe and sound. 'Oh, my God, it was just a dream!' He gave a shaky laugh, swinging his trembling legs from the bed. That had been a hell of a nightmare. And about Blaine of all people! He really had to stop eating so much Velveeta before bed.
The waves of relief which crashed through Finn as he shaved and brushed his teeth and did all that manly stuff were immense. This was better than that time Mr. Jones had a heart attack during the algebra test and they were all sent home and then offered counselling at that place right next door to McDonald's. The sun was shining outside, and there were no bats or Santana or cannibalistic pagan Scientologist rituals, and they were going to sing One Direction songs in Glee club today. Man, being Finn ruled.
He entered the kitchen, singing happily. The song died on his lips as he realised with a start that Blaine was already here. A trickle of fear sparked down his spine and he shook his head, harshly. Come on, this was Blaine. He saved baby flies, for God's sake.
'Morning!' Finn said, taking a seat opposite Blaine, relieved that Kurt was there washing a plate at the sink. "You're here early.'
'I came to pick up Kurt. We have tickets for Cats. Don't we, Kurt?'
Kurt gave a small smile and then ducked his head down, pouring coffee into the waiting mugs.
'Dude, I had the weirdest dream about you. It was totally nuts.' Finn laughed, filling his glass up with orange juice. 'You were like this demon from hell thing. And then you and Rachel totally did it and it destroyed, like, the world!''
Blaine's smile widened, his teeth all on show and he joined in with the laughter. 'Really?'
'Really!' Finn nodded. 'It was totally bizarre.'
'You ate a tub of Velveeta before bedtime again, didn't you?' said Kurt disapprovingly.
'Me, as a demon from hell! Should I be flattered that you were dreaming of me or upset that you think bow ties are the mark of the Antichrist?' He glanced up at Kurt who appeared at the table with his coffee cup. 'Thanks, Kurt.'
'It's okay!' Kurt whispered as he placed it down onto the table, before stepping back and folding his arms across his chest.
The light dimmed in the kitchen; the sun had gone behind the clouds again. Finn thought he heard a faint rumble of thunder. He couldn't help the vague feeling of unease which crept along his spine, raising the hairs at the back of his neck. He frowned at Blaine.
Blaine's stare was preoccupied, however, on the cup in front of him. Frowning, he reached out and settled his hands around the rim. His eyes flicked up to meet Finn's, and then his lips quirked into the smallest of smiles, before setting into a grim line. He lifted the cup, pushing the coaster to one side.
Holding Finn's gaze solemnly, he placed the hot cup on to the table.
The End
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