Layla was still in the shower, Blaine could faintly hear her humming. He didn't know Layla was so musical, like he was. But then again, she could have just been humming.
For the first time since he answered his phone to Layla earlier on, he hadn't touched it. He lifted it and saw seven missed calls from Kurt and twelve texts. It was safe to say Kurt was worried. He checked his voicemail and listened to the four left by Kurt:
"Hey Blaine, I know you just pulled out of the driveway, but somethings wrong! Slow down! You're driving way to fast! Please please please call me back!"
"Blaine! Answer your phone please, you never storm off like that, you're not Rachel Berry! But, seriously, who was on the phone with you! Call me back now!"
"Okay Blaine, it's me...again. Really! Somethings wrong and I want you to know that you can talk to me! So, gimme a ring! I'm a little weirded out!"
"Okay, Blaine! Blaine, I'm actually really scared! What the hell is happening? I don't wanna lose my cool! CALL. ME. BACK!"
Blaine pressed Kurt's speed dial and Kurt answered instantaneously.
"Blaine! What the hell? Are you okay? It's not drugs right? Please tell me its not, I saw a documentary on drug wars in school last year and...." Kurt answered with.
"Kurt, no, it's not drugs! It's alright. Kinda... I think." Blaine's voice trailed off.
"Okay, well the what is it? People don't just speed off in the rain on classic movie night after they get a sketchy call from some girl!" Kurt sounded mad when he said girl. Blaine had only considered being straight once, but he thought Kurt was over that, they were each others now, but Blaine heard the worry in his voice.
"No, Kurt, I'm not gonna be in school tomorrow, but we need to meet up. You need to know everything, really, everything. Meet me at the entrance to Lima Gardens Condos, okay?" Blaine knew it was time.
"Blaine, this sounds really, really weird but, oddly enough I trust you. I don't think dapper Blaine could be involved in a big drug gangbang. I'll see you at about 2:30 okay?" Kurt was just a tad irked, but he was nearly dying, not knowing what was happening.
"No, really don't worry, I promise, its not gang related, at all. Just be here, alright? I'm so sorry about classic movie night, you know how much I love 'Bye Bye Birdie!' Anyway, I love you and I'll see you tommorow" Blaine assured him. They exchanged goodbye's, with both of them more scared then they were before. Kurt, scared of what Blaine wanted to tell him and Blaine, scared of how he was gonna tell Kurt.
The morning rose slowly and lifted Lima awake. Layla had an awful sleep. She had nightmares, all of her father.
She was sitting in their formal dining room at the head of their giant table for twenty. The curtains were all pulled down and there was a roaring fire in their fireplace. The double doors at the end of the room had flung open and Presley Anderson flew in. He looked fumed and ow could almost see the steam someone out of his eyes.
He ran to the mantel and violently smacked down all the pictures, statues, plaques and awards. They came crashing to the floor and Layla heard them all break, but she couldn't move, not even her face moved. She could just sit, she was paralyzed. Her dad punched the giant glass logo that hung above the fireplace, and the lights above it zap and the glass shattered. He took the miniature palm tree that sat in a planter in the corner and flung it across the room and straight through the window. Lastly, he threw one of his thick glass award trophies at the top of the chandelier, which crashed down onto the table, Phantom of the Opera style, and the ceiling sparked, setting it on fire. Her father walked towards her slow, grunting he turned and looked straight at her. She turned to him, and he looked straight into her eyes and suddenly, she screamed a loud piercing scream which shattered all the long windows.
Layla awoke and jumped up. She looked around petrified, she had no clue where she was. This wasn't her bedroom, she didn't see her chandelier on the ceiling and then she realized she was on a blue pull out couch. She then remembered, she was at Blaine and Aunt Lynn's. She looked at the clock on the TV box and saw it was 9:12 am. She had slept through the whole night, thankfully. She heard rustling coming from Blaine's room. He coughed and she heard his floor boards creak. He must have been awake. She also noticed the shower was running, which probably meant Aunt Lynn was also up.
Blaine opened his door and walked out rubbing his eyes. Layla sat up. Blaine's usually slicked back hair was a big frizzy curly mess. He was in a Dalton Warblers t-shirt and a pair of baggy plaid pajama pants. He looked up and saw Layla sitting there.
"Good morning." Layla said in her awful just-woke-up-tired-and-groggy voice. Blaine came over and sat on the end of the bed, pretzel style.
"Good morning, how did you sleep? How are you doing?" Blaine asked, half smiling and with the same type of morning voice.
"I'm, okay, i've been better, but i'm much better then last night. I had an awful nightmare but..." Blaine interrupted Layla.
"Oh! No, do you wanna...talk about it?" He asked.
"No, I think its best left in a dream." Layla felt that way, but she also forgot some of it by then.
"Yeah, yeah I get it. Listen, Layla I need to ask you something." He said, "Remember Kurt, my boyfriend, I showed you his picture? Well, he doesn't know, anything at all about what happened, and we're really serious about eachother, well, I 'm really serious about him. Don't tell him I said this, but I think he might be 'the one!' Anyway, I am planning on telling him everything today. He's gonna come over later and I was wondering if it's okay that I tell him everything that happened about you and about our lives? I don't have to. I just want to be sure that it's okay with you before I blurt it out and upset you. Kinda like getting your blessing. I'm just restarting at this brother thing, and I want to be sure I'm doing it all right. So, is it okay?"
"Blaine, it's really...respectable, that you asked. It's really sweet that you're asking me, and yeah, I give you full permission. I would love to meet him, if thats okay?" Layla was so flattered he asked. It was almost noble of him to do so. He was gonna be a great brother.
"That's great! Thanks Layla, now who want some waffles?" Blaine said, jumping up.
Yep, Blaine would be a GREAT brother!
