Misery (Klaine)

Chapter 10: Breathe

Sing of the chapter is No Air. Glee cast full version. Not performance. I think this one is one of the best chapters so... enjoy!

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Kurt:

If you ask me, it doesn't matter what life you're living, life never has a solution. No matter how hard the struggles are that you leave behind, new struggles always take their place.

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It had been two days since I told him everything. I can trust Blaine.

Can't I?

Confusion took hold of my mind as I walked into Dalton. The day passed in a blur until I finally got alone with Blaine. He looked rather... suspicious today.

"Okay Blaine," I demanded, "what did you do?"

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything."

Something was up. Blaine only had that big-eyed, sad puppy dog look on his face when he was guilty of something. We could tell each other anything.

What could he not tell me now?

"You have that look of guilt on your face," he immediately changed his expression, "and I don't like it." Blaine seized my hips and pulled me against him. His adorable shortness very noticeable.

"Babe, I have nothing to hide from you," his eyes betrayed him, "I love you too much to not tell you if something was up."

Blaine put his hand behind my head and pulled me into a kiss. His lips lingered on mine and I could feel his bottom lip quiver and his heart race.

"Blaine, I know that's not true," I whispered against him.

He took my hand and led me to a barren hallway. He pushed me up against the wall and looked up at me. The guilt was as plain as day on his face. Sorrow was scrawled across it.

"Blaine?"

This isn't good at all.

"Honestly, Kurt, I've done something horrible."

"If you cheated on me, I won't take sex addiction as an excuse."

"What the gel?"

That's new.

"No, Kurt, it's much, much worse than that," his eyes started to tear up.

I then heard three words pass his lips.

"I reported Frank."

My mouth dropped open in shock. I pushed Blaine away from me. Anger towards him filled me; then the fear turned my veins cold. The air was sucked from my lungs as I bent over and gasped. I looked up and choked words out at Blaine.

"How could you?" I had enough air to now yell at him, "I trusted you! I trusted you so much! Blaine, how could you betray me like this?" I had gotten air back into me and was screaming at him. "I need to get out of here, far away from you!"

I was hyperventilating when I started to run down the hall.

"Kurt wait! Let me explain! Please!" Blaine shouted to me. I was already rounding a corner when I bumped into a solid, black figure.

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The world will always choose convenience over reality. It's easier to hate, blame, and fear than it is to understand. No one wants the truth; they want entertainment.