Dead Hearts are Everywhere 7/10 + Epilogue
Title: Dead Hearts are Everywhere
Author: justdetails
Rating: T
Beta: abrokenkindofperfect
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, past Blaine/Sebastian - Blaine/Quinn, Blaine/Mike, Blaine/Brittany friendship
Warnings/Spoilers: None for this part.
Word Count: 1, 385, this part
Summary: AU. Blaine Anderson’s father is dying. His mother is gone. His heart is withering away, but as it does, he realizes that maybe there’s something to this Love thing after all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters represented.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so late; I just closed two shows so I've been so busy! To make up for it, here are two chapters.
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PART SEVEN:
You sold me some cheap ecstasy
So you could have some sex with me
I don't want your body
I don't want your body
We don't want your body
Even though Blaine is drunk and smiling and laughing way too much, he still doesn’t let himself go completely.
So when Sebastian kisses his neck and reaches for the bottom of Blaine’s shirt, he shakes his head and moves Sebastian’s hands away. Sebastian frowns, so Blaine kisses him, flipping them with a laugh.
It continues then, with Sebastian forgetting about Blaine’s shirt in favor of his pants.
After though, when Sebastian is sitting at his the desk the morning after, he ponders over Blaine’s odd behavior.
It isn’t until Sebastian barges into Blaine’s room, months later, ready to ask Blaine if he can borrow a book, that he understands why.
Blaine is in the middle of changing into his pajamas when his door is opened. The two boys stare at each other for what seems like hours; Sebastian is stuck where he stands, shocked at the sight of Blaine’s naked upper body, and Blaine, petrified and angered that another person has seen him like this.
Eventually, Sebastian’s eyes lower to the ground, he nods at Blaine, and then leaves without a word.
They never speak of it, but it is silently agreed that Sebastian will forget what he saw, and Blaine will forget that another person has seen his scars.
--
Sebastian doesn’t forget; he’ll never get the image of Blaine’s chest and back out of his head - the patchwork of lines and jagged edges, meeting an area of roughened skin will be burned into his head forever.
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Blaine hates getting sick. It’s inconvenient, annoying, and not to mention dangerous.
When he does fall ill, he makes sure the house is stocked with tea, soup, crackers - anything and everything that his father can stomach. He then makes sure the house is clean, packs extra blankets and his warmest clothes, and gets Boy and her food all stuffed into his car.
He informs Cooper, Gemma, Mike and Quinn of his ill state.
Mike and Gemma will go to the house everyday while Blaine is gone and take care of Charles, Cooper will call both Blaine and Charles every morning and evening, and Quinn will bring Blaine tea and soup and medicine and make sure Boy gets taken out for a walk each day.
Routine, routine, routine, he thinks.
What Blaine hates most about getting sick, is that he has to stay in the loft above his shop until he gets better. The small loft is barely furnished, has no piano for him to waste away his free time on, and it is always, always cold, no matter what he does.
His body aches, his throat is on fire, his head pounds and he shivers underneath his two sweaters and beanie, but he makes his way down the stairs to open up his shop anyway, sniffling as he unlocks the door.
Once the door is unlocked, all the blinds and curtains drawn, the Open sign turned, he starts to set up the corner where Brittany will read from her new book. Blaine had initially been surprised to find that when he made a bulk order of the popular new children’s book, a Brittany S. Pierce was the author.
But then, he supposes it makes sense.
He’d offered for her to do a reading of the book the day it hit stores, and she had been ecstatic, jumping up and down, hugging him tightly.
Brittany walks in then, her arms full, a bright smile on her face.
“Blainers! Look what I have! Santana made you tea and Quinn made you soup!”
Blaine frowns in confusion, taking the mugs of tea and soup from her hands.
His voice is hoarse and scratchy when he talks, and Brittany grimaces when she hears it.
“Wait…Quinn? Quinn Fabray? How do you know Quinn?”
Brittany snorts a laugh, playfully slapping his arm and giving him a silly little grin.
“We were the Unholy Trinity in high school, duh. But you should really drink your tea, Baby B; Santana made it with extra special love - she even added lemon!”
“But…Brit, your girlfriend hates me.”
Brittany laughs at him, giving him the look that always makes him feel like he’s five and has said something stupid. She takes off his beanie and ruffles his hair as she passes by him.
“No she doesn’t, silly. You’re like, one of her favorite gays. You should feel honored.”
“Um-“
“Hey, do you think I brought enough Skittles for the kiddies? Also I made macaroni and cheese too, but that’s only for the gingers.”
The event is a complete success, of course. Brittany has an infectious energy, the kids love her, and they especially love her book. However, with every happy customer and every small child’s smile, Blaine only manages to feel more ill.
He leans against the front counter, his head swimming as he tries to stay upright. Suddenly, a gentle hand on his shoulder startles him, and the hand steadies him as he sways on the spot.
It’s Kurt. Kurt, who is holding him up, glancing up at him with concerned eyes.
“Blaine? Hey, are you okay? You don’t look too good.”
Blaine wants to answer him; he wants to let Kurt wrap him in his arms, and wants Kurt to keep him warm in his bed upstairs.
He tries to tell Kurt all of this, but unfortunately, his mouth and brain are just not cooperating right now.
But it doesn’t matter, because whatever would or wouldn’t have come out of his mouth is interrupted by Mike barreling through the door, a worried look on his face.
The next moments happen in a blur. Suddenly, quickly, he is ushered into a cab with Mike, who tells him how one moment his father seemed fine, until he just…wasn’t.
When they get to the hospital, they don’t let him see his father, which is understandable. But Gemma is with him, so everything should be fine.
Everything is not fine.
His father’s doctor eventually comes to speak with him, tells him how they have to do another surgery, how this one could be the most dangerous one yet. They tell him it’s risky, that he might come out of it worse than when he went in.
Blaine is then presented with the gut wrenching fact that everything is not fine, nothing is ever just fine; he has been deluding himself, indulging himself lately, and how could he had done that?
Mike helps him return to the shop late that night, and surprisingly, they are met with Kurt.
He’s sitting in an armchair by the window, Boy sleeping soundly at his feet.
Kurt stands when he sees them enter, Boy wakes and pads over to her master, nuzzles into Blaine’s calf, but he pushes her away, a cold, distant look in his eyes.
“Take - take her away Mike. You can have her or give her to Quinn or something. I don’t want her. Take her to the pound, I don’t care.”
Mike’s eyes widen, he swallows hard and reaches for Blaine’s arm, but Blaine pulls away, his voice becoming detached and flat.
“Just go and - don’t come back. Leave…leave me alone Mike - you and Quinn both.”
“B, don’t - don’t do this man-“
“Please just leave.”
Mike sighs, eyes watering as he stares at his best friend. Eventually he nods, picks Boy up in his arms and heads for the door; he turns and stares at Blaine, his eyes flickering to Kurt before settling on the floor.
“I’ll be here when you’re ready. We all will.”
He leaves then, and Blaine almost forgets about Kurt until the man in question steps forward. Blaine automatically steps back, his eyes fluttering closed, a heavy sigh escaping him.
“Kurt-“
“I’m not leaving. I stayed here all day, waiting for you to come back, so no Blaine, I am not leaving. Now, you will follow me upstairs and you will let me take care of you, okay?”
Blaine wants to tell Kurt no, he wants to tell Kurt to leave and never come back; he wants Kurt to forget Blaine’s name, to forget his birthday and how he likes his coffee.
He tells Kurt, “Okay.”
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part eight