Fic: The Boy Who Almost Disappeared: Chapter 3 (BTVS/Glee/QaF xover)
Title: The Boy Who Almost Disappeared
Fandom: Glee, BTVS, AtS, QaF
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Dawn/Connor, hints of Santana/Brittany, Sam/Kurt UST, Sam/Quinn UST, Blaine/Kurt UST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Glee S2 AU, Before he was a principal Figgins taught at Sunnydale High. So when one of the new students, Blaine, starts to disappear he knows where to go to seek assistance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Glee, BTVS, AtS or QaF. None of these is my toy box and I’m merely playing. I also own nothing to do with Mika, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Skillet, Sandman, Marvel or Glee.
Spoilers: Post series for BTVS, AtS and QaF. Post Britney/Brittany for Glee.
A/N: This is intended to be the start of a series, which I have plotted several fics for. That being said I intend to put ‘The Rocky Horror Glee Show’ throughout several fics since it takes awhile to put a play together. At this point Molly Taylor is the only char I’ve pulled from QaF, which was done to have another slayer and to work in the background for Sam. I intend to bring Hunter in later on.
A/N: The song Molly and Brittany sing is the Hedwig version of Wicked Little Town, you can find it here. The song the group is talking about costumes for is Skillet's Hero which you can find here.
Warning: Dawn reveals to Spike what happened to Blaine at his last school so warning for bullying and violence. It's not mentioned in graphic detail, but I don't want to offend anyone.
Chapter 3:
Dawn leaned back in her chair and looked around her empty classroom as she told Spike, “I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I went into that kid’s file and it’s a wonder he hasn’t already disappeared. He’s got to be so scared.”
“What’d you find?” Spike asked.
Dawn sat forward and let out a huff of air, took a deep breath and told him, “They broke his leg and then stuffed him in a dumpster. I wouldn’t want to be visible at public school if that’d happened to me.”
“You’ve faced worse than bullies,” Spike pointed out.
“Yeah, but I’m not a kid anymore,” Dawn countered.
“Technically…”
“We aren’t getting into that,” Dawn said cutting him off.
“Where are the dumpsters?” Spike asked.
“There is one that just sits out there by the main entrance,” Dawn said as she frowned.
“And do the kids…” Spike prompted and trailed off.
“I’ve been coming in the side entrance,” Dawn said, “Going to have to change that.”
“You need any back-up?”
“Thanks, no,” Dawn said, smiling at the concern she could hear in his voice, “Connor will be here in a few days and I’ve got two slayers to train so it should keep me busy.”
“Kay, but I’m not the one telling big sis you’re shacking up with your boyfriend,” Spike teased.
“We’re not shacking up!” Dawn protested, “and even if we were I’m supposedly twenty-four.”
“Supposedly,” Spike rolled the word back at her, before he laughed and asked, “You find this missing slayer yet?”
“No,” Dawn admitted glumly, “We figured we’d run into the girl, we haven’t been able to pinpoint yet, when we hit the graveyards, but Brittany and I haven’t found anything. Maybe we’ll be able to cover more ground with Molly here. Whoever it is, I’m pretty sure they’re giving into the urge to go out at night and slay. We found a half disposed of Polgara last night.”
“Polgara on their own with no training?” Spike asked.
“It’s worrisome,” Dawn said, “but every time I do the spell to find her it gets confused and doesn’t work. Whoever she is she must be trying to shield herself.”
“Maybe she isn’t on her own,” Spike suggested.
“Maybe,” Dawn admitted, “We’ll just have to keep looking while patrolling and then see if anyone’s tired during the day.”
“Sounds good,” Spike told her. They spoke a few more moments, caught up on Spike’s life on the Cleveland Hellmouth before they said their goodbyes.
Dawn sighed and set her cell down before running a hand through her hair. She stood up and stretched as she checked the time. Realizing that New Direction’s practice was nearly half over she made her way down to the choir room. She smiled as she realized she’d gotten her timing right.
“We should probably talk,” Dawn greeted as she regarded Brad.
Brad eyed her nervously, “I’m not hurting anyone.”
Dawn nodded as they moved away from the choir room, “I can see that, but you’re also not human.”
“I’m a balance demon,” Brad told her, “One that’s more musically inclined.”
Dawn tilted her head and regarded him, “And that’s why you’re always around to play piano for the kids?”
Brad paused, leaned against the wall and regarded her. He shook his head, “Ever get the urge to just start singing in the middle of the day?”
Dawn frowned, crossed her arms, “Somehow I don’t think you mean just for fun?”
“Ever see one of the kids walking down the hall singing as if they’re the star of their own music video?”
“Thankfully no,” Dawn answered, “But I also haven’t been part of a live-right-now-musical in years.”
“You’ve walked into one.”
“I’m not sure I’m following you,” Dawn frowned again.
“There’s another demon in the school,” Brad revealed, “But I haven’t been able to find it yet. It’s trying to burn the kids out through song and dance. I’ve been able to calm their routines, their songs and I haven’t lost anyone yet. Some of them have finally even stopped singing in the hallways.”
“We could try a location spell,” Dawn suggested.
“It’s set up too many wards,” Brad shook his head, “You can’t even do a location spell here or in half the town for that matter.”
Dawn’s eyes widened, “That’s why the ones I’ve been trying aren’t working.”
“What are you looking for?”
Dawn hesitated, “I’m not sure I trust you yet.”
Brad shrugged, “You’re the watcher.”
Dawn tilted her head.
“At least with the way the slayers seem to come to you, that makes sense.”
“You know which ones they are?” Dawn asked cautiously.
Brad frowned, “Not totally. Brittany and Molly are easy to pinpoint, but the third…sometimes I think its Tina, other times I know it’s not.”
“You can tell?”
Brad shrugged, “They feel slightly different, probably a way to let me know to avoid them.”
Dawn nodded, “Well you’re not hurting anyone, you’re actually helping from what I can tell. Brit did say you didn’t feel like the kinda demon she needs to slay, so as long as it stays that way we should be good.”
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Blaine breathed a sigh of relief as Brittany kissed his cheek and then dropped out of his lap to go sit near Santana. He watched as the rest of the Glee club pulled Molly in, a few were asking questions about her song.
“It was the Hedwig version of Wicked Little Town,” Molly told Quinn, who merely looked confused.
Blaine frowned, Molly had done a good job with the song, but Brittany had kept singing a certain part of the chorus in his ear when Molly reached it.
And if you’ve got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.
She had meant something by it, both girls had, but he had no idea what they were trying to tell him or the group. Blaine longed for Dalton, where he was out and he didn’t have girls possibly hitting on him. How was he supposed to politely turn down girls if he’d promised his parents he wouldn’t come out at school? How were they even noticing him? Nobody else in the school seemed to know he was there until he stepped through the door to glee club. It was disconcerting.
“I’m going to be Wonder Woman,” Santana announced, “And Brits is gonna be Supergirl.”
Blaine tilted his head and realized that they were talking about their costumes for their rendition of Skillet’s ‘Hero’ since it had been Artie and Finn’s idea to dress up as superheroes for the song.
“I wanna be Death from Sandman,” Tina announced before she ran a hand through Mike’s hair and suggested, “You could be Sandman.”
Mike hummed against her shoulder and opened his eyes, “I wanna be Hawkeye.”
“Hawkeye?” Puck asked.
“With the bow,” Mike explained before he yawned and closed his eyes again, “Let me know when we’re dancing again.”
Tina fussed, wrapping an arm around him. Puck rolled his eyes and announced, “I’m Batman.”
“Want me to be Catwoman?” Santana smirked.
“Heroes,” Puck reminded.
“Oh,” Brittany lit up, “You can be Batgirl! With the cowl and the red hair!”
Santana looked at Brittany, took in her smile and grinned, “Fine Batgirl for me, but who’s gonna be Wonder Woman?”
“I’ll take Wonder Woman,” Quinn spoke up.
“Cool,” Puck nodded, before he regarded Santana and Brittany, “Now we just need a Robin.”
Brittany grinned and clapped her hands, “My favorite lap can be Robin!”
Blaine suddenly found Brittany sitting in his lap again. He blinked, he’d only just gotten rid of her.
“Please?” she pouted, “Be Robin for us?”
“We don’t even know if he can sing,” Mercedes pointed out.
“Or dance,” Quinn put in.
“I’m not the best dancer,” Finn jumped in, “I’m sure Mike and Brittany could come up with something for him.”
“Good thinking,” Mr. Shue put in, “Teamwork.”
Finn grinned then turned to Rachel, “We’re gonna be a couple right?”
Rachel nodded, “Superhero couple sounds about right, though I’d like to be a Jewish superhero. Maybe we can try and look something up in the library.”
“I could ask Sam,” Molly spoke up.
“What?” Finn asked.
“I’ll text my cousin,” Molly explained as she pulled out her phone.
As she typed out a message Artie decided he was going to be Professor Xavier, “Though I’m not quite sure how I’m going to do the bald thing.”
“We could shave you?” Puck grinned.
“We’re not shaving him,” Kurt glared, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got that part covered.”
Artie grinned at Kurt, “Awesome!”
“Sam says to try Kitty and Piotr,” Molly told Rachel.
“Who?” Finn asked.
“Colossus and Shadowcat,” Molly explained, “They’ve got the whole couples thing going on and Kitty’s Jewish.”
“Dude,” Puck frowned, “I thought Colossus was gay.”
“That’s in the Ultimate universe,” Artie corrected.
Puck nodded, still looking confused.
Molly tilted her head back to Kurt, “Apparently you’d make an awesome Alpha Flight version of Northstar.”
“Was that sentence supposed to make sense?” Kurt asked, tone snarky.
“Sam’s suggestion for a costume,” Molly explained.
Kurt arched an eyebrow, “Cedes and I are going to be Power Rangers. Tell him he should show up and be a superhero with us.”
Molly smiled and shook her head, “I’m trying. He’s not budging.”
“Too bad,” Kurt shrugged as he went back to discussion colors and team uniform options with Mercedes.
“I’m thinking pink,” Mercedes smiled.
Blaine looked back over when Brittany poked him. He took in her pout, “Robin? Please?”
“Okay,” he told her.
Why had everyone stopped talking?
“Dude,” Finn smiled, “You can talk.”
Blaine sank under the weight of their stares. He suddenly felt so much more solid.
“Finally,” Santana grumbled, “I was beginning to think he was just eye candy.”
Kurt reached out and flicked Santana’s back. Santana turned and glared at him. Kurt gave her a look. Santana pouted. Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Oh please,” Mercedes laughed, “We’ll get him out on stage and singing with us in no time.”
They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. If he started singing again, Blaine knew, then he wouldn’t want to stop. He’d go back to needing to sing every day, back to it being as easy as breathing. He’d go back to wanting solo’s, to wanting to be in the spotlight. He’d go back to feeling alive. He’d go back to having hope. He couldn’t, not when he’d seen how the other glee kids were treated, not when the fear of how he would be treated if he were noticed made the breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t that brave. He didn’t have courage. He’d rather disappear.
“I’m thinking Jubilee,” Molly distracted.
Thankfully the rest of the glee practice became devoted to how to make their costumes and before he knew it Blaine was able to make it to the safety of his room. He dumped his bag inside his door, locked his room and opened his closet. He pushed his clothes out of the way and pulled out his Dalton uniform. He frowned at it, ran his fingers over the fabric in longing.
He missed the safety. He missed how confident he used to feel.
Hiding the uniform back in his closet he pulled out his phone and called Wes. Jeff picked up laughing about how Wes was busy, “Who’s this?”
“Blaine,” he answered, confused. Hadn’t Jeff seen who was calling?
“Who?” Jeff asked confused.
“That’s not funny,” Blaine told him, not when he felt almost invisible, “Can I just talk to Wes?”
“Hey, Wes,” he heard Jeff ask, “You know a Blaine?”
“This a joke?” Wes asked as he finally came on the phone.
“Joke?” Blaine asked, feeling his heart sink. How could Wes not know who he was?
“Who is this?” Wes asked.
Blaine took a breath. Wes didn’t know him? Did that mean David didn’t know him either?
“If you’re just going to breath at me,” Wes warned, “I’m gonna hang up.”
“Nobody,” Blaine said.
“What?”
“It’s nobody,” Blaine answered as he closed his phone. He stared at it at moment, brushed at the tears that began their way down his cheeks. He opened his phone again, deleting the numbers of his Dalton friends as he forced himself to give up the hope of scholarships that would take him away from McKinley High.
[Sewer Slayings] [1] [2]
Fandom: Glee, BTVS, AtS, QaF
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Dawn/Connor, hints of Santana/Brittany, Sam/Kurt UST, Sam/Quinn UST, Blaine/Kurt UST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Glee S2 AU, Before he was a principal Figgins taught at Sunnydale High. So when one of the new students, Blaine, starts to disappear he knows where to go to seek assistance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Glee, BTVS, AtS or QaF. None of these is my toy box and I’m merely playing. I also own nothing to do with Mika, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Skillet, Sandman, Marvel or Glee.
Spoilers: Post series for BTVS, AtS and QaF. Post Britney/Brittany for Glee.
A/N: This is intended to be the start of a series, which I have plotted several fics for. That being said I intend to put ‘The Rocky Horror Glee Show’ throughout several fics since it takes awhile to put a play together. At this point Molly Taylor is the only char I’ve pulled from QaF, which was done to have another slayer and to work in the background for Sam. I intend to bring Hunter in later on.
A/N: The song Molly and Brittany sing is the Hedwig version of Wicked Little Town, you can find it here. The song the group is talking about costumes for is Skillet's Hero which you can find here.
Warning: Dawn reveals to Spike what happened to Blaine at his last school so warning for bullying and violence. It's not mentioned in graphic detail, but I don't want to offend anyone.
Chapter 3:
Dawn leaned back in her chair and looked around her empty classroom as she told Spike, “I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I went into that kid’s file and it’s a wonder he hasn’t already disappeared. He’s got to be so scared.”
“What’d you find?” Spike asked.
Dawn sat forward and let out a huff of air, took a deep breath and told him, “They broke his leg and then stuffed him in a dumpster. I wouldn’t want to be visible at public school if that’d happened to me.”
“You’ve faced worse than bullies,” Spike pointed out.
“Yeah, but I’m not a kid anymore,” Dawn countered.
“Technically…”
“We aren’t getting into that,” Dawn said cutting him off.
“Where are the dumpsters?” Spike asked.
“There is one that just sits out there by the main entrance,” Dawn said as she frowned.
“And do the kids…” Spike prompted and trailed off.
“I’ve been coming in the side entrance,” Dawn said, “Going to have to change that.”
“You need any back-up?”
“Thanks, no,” Dawn said, smiling at the concern she could hear in his voice, “Connor will be here in a few days and I’ve got two slayers to train so it should keep me busy.”
“Kay, but I’m not the one telling big sis you’re shacking up with your boyfriend,” Spike teased.
“We’re not shacking up!” Dawn protested, “and even if we were I’m supposedly twenty-four.”
“Supposedly,” Spike rolled the word back at her, before he laughed and asked, “You find this missing slayer yet?”
“No,” Dawn admitted glumly, “We figured we’d run into the girl, we haven’t been able to pinpoint yet, when we hit the graveyards, but Brittany and I haven’t found anything. Maybe we’ll be able to cover more ground with Molly here. Whoever it is, I’m pretty sure they’re giving into the urge to go out at night and slay. We found a half disposed of Polgara last night.”
“Polgara on their own with no training?” Spike asked.
“It’s worrisome,” Dawn said, “but every time I do the spell to find her it gets confused and doesn’t work. Whoever she is she must be trying to shield herself.”
“Maybe she isn’t on her own,” Spike suggested.
“Maybe,” Dawn admitted, “We’ll just have to keep looking while patrolling and then see if anyone’s tired during the day.”
“Sounds good,” Spike told her. They spoke a few more moments, caught up on Spike’s life on the Cleveland Hellmouth before they said their goodbyes.
Dawn sighed and set her cell down before running a hand through her hair. She stood up and stretched as she checked the time. Realizing that New Direction’s practice was nearly half over she made her way down to the choir room. She smiled as she realized she’d gotten her timing right.
“We should probably talk,” Dawn greeted as she regarded Brad.
Brad eyed her nervously, “I’m not hurting anyone.”
Dawn nodded as they moved away from the choir room, “I can see that, but you’re also not human.”
“I’m a balance demon,” Brad told her, “One that’s more musically inclined.”
Dawn tilted her head and regarded him, “And that’s why you’re always around to play piano for the kids?”
Brad paused, leaned against the wall and regarded her. He shook his head, “Ever get the urge to just start singing in the middle of the day?”
Dawn frowned, crossed her arms, “Somehow I don’t think you mean just for fun?”
“Ever see one of the kids walking down the hall singing as if they’re the star of their own music video?”
“Thankfully no,” Dawn answered, “But I also haven’t been part of a live-right-now-musical in years.”
“You’ve walked into one.”
“I’m not sure I’m following you,” Dawn frowned again.
“There’s another demon in the school,” Brad revealed, “But I haven’t been able to find it yet. It’s trying to burn the kids out through song and dance. I’ve been able to calm their routines, their songs and I haven’t lost anyone yet. Some of them have finally even stopped singing in the hallways.”
“We could try a location spell,” Dawn suggested.
“It’s set up too many wards,” Brad shook his head, “You can’t even do a location spell here or in half the town for that matter.”
Dawn’s eyes widened, “That’s why the ones I’ve been trying aren’t working.”
“What are you looking for?”
Dawn hesitated, “I’m not sure I trust you yet.”
Brad shrugged, “You’re the watcher.”
Dawn tilted her head.
“At least with the way the slayers seem to come to you, that makes sense.”
“You know which ones they are?” Dawn asked cautiously.
Brad frowned, “Not totally. Brittany and Molly are easy to pinpoint, but the third…sometimes I think its Tina, other times I know it’s not.”
“You can tell?”
Brad shrugged, “They feel slightly different, probably a way to let me know to avoid them.”
Dawn nodded, “Well you’re not hurting anyone, you’re actually helping from what I can tell. Brit did say you didn’t feel like the kinda demon she needs to slay, so as long as it stays that way we should be good.”
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Blaine breathed a sigh of relief as Brittany kissed his cheek and then dropped out of his lap to go sit near Santana. He watched as the rest of the Glee club pulled Molly in, a few were asking questions about her song.
“It was the Hedwig version of Wicked Little Town,” Molly told Quinn, who merely looked confused.
Blaine frowned, Molly had done a good job with the song, but Brittany had kept singing a certain part of the chorus in his ear when Molly reached it.
And if you’ve got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.
She had meant something by it, both girls had, but he had no idea what they were trying to tell him or the group. Blaine longed for Dalton, where he was out and he didn’t have girls possibly hitting on him. How was he supposed to politely turn down girls if he’d promised his parents he wouldn’t come out at school? How were they even noticing him? Nobody else in the school seemed to know he was there until he stepped through the door to glee club. It was disconcerting.
“I’m going to be Wonder Woman,” Santana announced, “And Brits is gonna be Supergirl.”
Blaine tilted his head and realized that they were talking about their costumes for their rendition of Skillet’s ‘Hero’ since it had been Artie and Finn’s idea to dress up as superheroes for the song.
“I wanna be Death from Sandman,” Tina announced before she ran a hand through Mike’s hair and suggested, “You could be Sandman.”
Mike hummed against her shoulder and opened his eyes, “I wanna be Hawkeye.”
“Hawkeye?” Puck asked.
“With the bow,” Mike explained before he yawned and closed his eyes again, “Let me know when we’re dancing again.”
Tina fussed, wrapping an arm around him. Puck rolled his eyes and announced, “I’m Batman.”
“Want me to be Catwoman?” Santana smirked.
“Heroes,” Puck reminded.
“Oh,” Brittany lit up, “You can be Batgirl! With the cowl and the red hair!”
Santana looked at Brittany, took in her smile and grinned, “Fine Batgirl for me, but who’s gonna be Wonder Woman?”
“I’ll take Wonder Woman,” Quinn spoke up.
“Cool,” Puck nodded, before he regarded Santana and Brittany, “Now we just need a Robin.”
Brittany grinned and clapped her hands, “My favorite lap can be Robin!”
Blaine suddenly found Brittany sitting in his lap again. He blinked, he’d only just gotten rid of her.
“Please?” she pouted, “Be Robin for us?”
“We don’t even know if he can sing,” Mercedes pointed out.
“Or dance,” Quinn put in.
“I’m not the best dancer,” Finn jumped in, “I’m sure Mike and Brittany could come up with something for him.”
“Good thinking,” Mr. Shue put in, “Teamwork.”
Finn grinned then turned to Rachel, “We’re gonna be a couple right?”
Rachel nodded, “Superhero couple sounds about right, though I’d like to be a Jewish superhero. Maybe we can try and look something up in the library.”
“I could ask Sam,” Molly spoke up.
“What?” Finn asked.
“I’ll text my cousin,” Molly explained as she pulled out her phone.
As she typed out a message Artie decided he was going to be Professor Xavier, “Though I’m not quite sure how I’m going to do the bald thing.”
“We could shave you?” Puck grinned.
“We’re not shaving him,” Kurt glared, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got that part covered.”
Artie grinned at Kurt, “Awesome!”
“Sam says to try Kitty and Piotr,” Molly told Rachel.
“Who?” Finn asked.
“Colossus and Shadowcat,” Molly explained, “They’ve got the whole couples thing going on and Kitty’s Jewish.”
“Dude,” Puck frowned, “I thought Colossus was gay.”
“That’s in the Ultimate universe,” Artie corrected.
Puck nodded, still looking confused.
Molly tilted her head back to Kurt, “Apparently you’d make an awesome Alpha Flight version of Northstar.”
“Was that sentence supposed to make sense?” Kurt asked, tone snarky.
“Sam’s suggestion for a costume,” Molly explained.
Kurt arched an eyebrow, “Cedes and I are going to be Power Rangers. Tell him he should show up and be a superhero with us.”
Molly smiled and shook her head, “I’m trying. He’s not budging.”
“Too bad,” Kurt shrugged as he went back to discussion colors and team uniform options with Mercedes.
“I’m thinking pink,” Mercedes smiled.
Blaine looked back over when Brittany poked him. He took in her pout, “Robin? Please?”
“Okay,” he told her.
Why had everyone stopped talking?
“Dude,” Finn smiled, “You can talk.”
Blaine sank under the weight of their stares. He suddenly felt so much more solid.
“Finally,” Santana grumbled, “I was beginning to think he was just eye candy.”
Kurt reached out and flicked Santana’s back. Santana turned and glared at him. Kurt gave her a look. Santana pouted. Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Oh please,” Mercedes laughed, “We’ll get him out on stage and singing with us in no time.”
They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. If he started singing again, Blaine knew, then he wouldn’t want to stop. He’d go back to needing to sing every day, back to it being as easy as breathing. He’d go back to wanting solo’s, to wanting to be in the spotlight. He’d go back to feeling alive. He’d go back to having hope. He couldn’t, not when he’d seen how the other glee kids were treated, not when the fear of how he would be treated if he were noticed made the breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t that brave. He didn’t have courage. He’d rather disappear.
“I’m thinking Jubilee,” Molly distracted.
Thankfully the rest of the glee practice became devoted to how to make their costumes and before he knew it Blaine was able to make it to the safety of his room. He dumped his bag inside his door, locked his room and opened his closet. He pushed his clothes out of the way and pulled out his Dalton uniform. He frowned at it, ran his fingers over the fabric in longing.
He missed the safety. He missed how confident he used to feel.
Hiding the uniform back in his closet he pulled out his phone and called Wes. Jeff picked up laughing about how Wes was busy, “Who’s this?”
“Blaine,” he answered, confused. Hadn’t Jeff seen who was calling?
“Who?” Jeff asked confused.
“That’s not funny,” Blaine told him, not when he felt almost invisible, “Can I just talk to Wes?”
“Hey, Wes,” he heard Jeff ask, “You know a Blaine?”
“This a joke?” Wes asked as he finally came on the phone.
“Joke?” Blaine asked, feeling his heart sink. How could Wes not know who he was?
“Who is this?” Wes asked.
Blaine took a breath. Wes didn’t know him? Did that mean David didn’t know him either?
“If you’re just going to breath at me,” Wes warned, “I’m gonna hang up.”
“Nobody,” Blaine said.
“What?”
“It’s nobody,” Blaine answered as he closed his phone. He stared at it at moment, brushed at the tears that began their way down his cheeks. He opened his phone again, deleting the numbers of his Dalton friends as he forced himself to give up the hope of scholarships that would take him away from McKinley High.
[Sewer Slayings] [1] [2]