Misery (Klaine)

Chapter 12: Misery

Blaine:

I was not silent in my attempts to retrieve my satchel. No, I was grunting and mumbling the whole time with my strenuous efforts to get Kurt off the strap. Since the sounds were coming from under the table, by Kurt's crotch, and I was grunting stuff like, "dirty cocksucker, you'll be lucky if I don't punch you in the balls," I'm pretty sure anyone within hearing distance thought I was giving him a rather violent handjob. And of course Kurt wouldn't just move his foot so I could come out from under the table. Nope, he just sat there.

Class had just ended and I was trying to leave. If Kurt hadn't stolen my bag and put it under his steel-like hold I'd be gone by now. I should've just punched him in the balls because his foot-grip on my bag was not letting up.

"You having fun down there?" Kurt asked, leaning down to see me.

"Oh, yes. I love having to pry my bag away from you any day of the week," I replied sarcastically.

"Get used to it," he threw back at me before lifting his foot, sending me flying back into the leg of the table.

I sat there, bewildered. Kurt was so angry. Different. Well it's not like I sang a song to him about abuse.

Oh, wait. I did.

I screwed up big time.

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For the next few weeks Kurt either didn't look at me or gave me a quick death glance. I kept asking him what I could do but he never answered me. The silence burned me right down to the core. Never in my life had I felt so tired when I didn't see Kurt. I didn't see his beautiful smile anymore. I couldn't see his eyes light up when I walked into the room. No. His face had become pale. A shade of pale that wasn't his normally bright alabaster color.

I missed him so much...

Should I sing to him? I questioned myself while singing with the New Directions.

I've got it.

I walked quickly out of the auditorium when practice was over.

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"Where is he? I swear to God Rachel, this is important."

"No, Blaine. I didn't beat the crap out of you for breaking his heart, but I will get Finn and he will have at it with you if you don't GO AWAY!" Rachel's voice had slowly gone from a loud whisper to shouting in a matter of seconds.

"Alright, fine. I'll find him MYSELF." I stormed off in the opposite direction. I knew from my tone that I was playing the guilt card on Rachel.

"Wait," I heard Rachel whisper as she grabbed shoulder to turn me around. We were in the middle of McKinley's parking lot, so whatever she had I could only hope she said it fast.

"Please Rach, where is he?"

"At the cabin."

Those three words were as confusing as putting a candle on the sun.

"What? What cabin?"

"He didn't tell you about it?" I stared at her, dumbfounded.

Of course I didn't know about it! I just said I didn't know!

But instead of saying that, I let her explain. He had gotten it before the bullying and before me. It was his safe place that only Rachel, Mercedes, and now I, knew about.

She gave me the address then glared.

"Blaine, you better be doing something right. I'm throwing you a bone. The question is, are you smart enough to take it?"