The Masks We Wear (*BadBoy Blaine*) ~UNCOMPLETED~

Chapter 8

Morning.

It had been, quite frankly, one of the longest nights of Blaine's life. He barely managed an ounce of sleep, and had ended up spending the better half of the night wrestling with the endless slew of thoughts, emotions and questions that were currently plaguing his mind.

By the time the sun had begun to rise over the dreary grey walls of the prison-like school, Blaine had fallen into in a rather agitated state, growing more and more irritated by the few streams of sunlight beaming in through the window.

He could hear Kurt rustling in his bed at the other side of the room, his soft sighs breaking the early morning silence.

Though Kurt was probably currently lost somewhere in blissful unconsciousness, Blaine knew he hadn't been the only one who'd had trouble sleeping last night. But unlike him, Blaine figured Kurt had managed to fall asleep sometime around 3am.

When Blaine finally slipped back to the dorm late last night, he saw that Kurt had already gone to bed, back faced to Blaine's side, and remained there painfully for the rest of the night.

Blaine, on the other hand, laid awake all night, plagued with overwhelming guilt over the level of cruelty he'd actually sunk to last night with Kurt. The expression on Kurt's face when the anger fueled lies fell from his lips, it made Blaine feel sick. As much as he tried to reassure himself that it was what he needed to do, it was still killing him inside. Blaine knew he wasn't the nicest guy, but he certainly wasn't this cruel, especially when it came to someone as harmless as Kurt.

Blaine had fucked up. Kurt was right. He was the one who kissed Kurt first, but it was a stupid move. Feelings or not, he couldn't afford to be this stupid again. He couldn't bring Kurt anywhere near the mess he'd made, and he certainly wasn't going to compromise Kurt's safety if Kevin ever found out about him. It was all too dangerous, too risky.

Blaine's mind was barely able to process the fact that Kevin now had people inside the one place he felt even remotely safe. As much as he hated the school, within these walls he never had to worry about all the shit that happened on the outside. Blaine may be locked in, but it also meant all the shit that he'd gotten himself wrapped up in before was locked out.

But now the game has changed. Kevin took the last thing Blaine had, and now there was nowhere safe left for Blaine to hide.

At this point, Blaine should be considering himself a dead man. He and his boys had a slim chance at getting Kevin back, and Blaine himself had a death warrant out with his name on it.

He knew exactly what he was getting into when he picked this fight, and now he needed to follow through.

Blaine had no right to bring Kurt into all of it. Kurt may hate him now, but now at least Blaine knew Kurt was safer this way.

Blaine had already jeopardized the safety of his two closest friends-which wasn't doing his conscience any favors, and if Blaine was spotted showing affection toward another person, he was sure whoever Kevin's rat was would report it back to the head honcho, and Kevin would figure out some way to use it against him. He did it once, Blaine knew he'd have no problem doing it again.

Fuck, Blaine hated that son of a bitch.

Blaine sat up and raked his fingers through his mess of curls, cursing quietly to himself as he slowly blinked open his eyes, bracing himself for the midmorning sunlight now shining into the dorm.

Blaine had never stayed in bed this late before, but it was a Saturday and it was probably well deserved considering the night he'd had. Besides, he wasn't ready for the hounding Wes and David will probably give him at breakfast about the note from last night.