Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Chapter 14

Kurt tore down the road, panic beginning to rise in him. He'd tried to call Blaine about a dozen times already, but all he got was:

"Hey, it's Blaine -" Kurt cut off each time he reached voicemail. The image of Blaine was still freshly engrained in the forefront of his mind. It had all been a blur, a mass of colours as he had rushed to keep up with the car, but the piercing, amber of Blaine's eyes remained the focus of his memory. How sorrowful and wild they had looked as he'd bolted out the door.

God knows what he had been thinking. And right now he was out there, on his own when he was in such a panicked state. Since he'd known him, Kurt had never seen Blaine cry. Not even when Kurt left Dalton for the last time. Sure, Kurt knew he'd sobbed maybe more than he should have, but Blaine hadn't shed a tear. He had clung to Kurt tightly, but he didn't cry. But in the last few days, Blaine had let down many of his walls, and couldn't seem to build them up again. He was so vulnerable, and it terrified Kurt.

Kurt needed to gather his thoughts - he wouldn't find Blaine if he was over thinking everything. He pulled into a lay-by and brought the car to a stop. He brought his hands to his face, taking deep breaths as he tried to relax himself. Blaine wasn't stupid, he knew he could take care of himself. But, seeing him so forlorn and driving like a madman, Kurt couldn't help but worry. Sliding his hands from his face, he picked up his phone, deciding to call Blaine and leave a message this time. Maybe this one would get through. He clutched the phone to his ear, as the rings faded to the automated caller telling him Blaine wasn't available. Blaine's voicemail messenger played again.

"Hey, it's Blaine, leave a message after the - hey Kurt, where did you come from?" Kurt jumped out of his skin, thinking for a moment that Blaine had answered. Then he remembered when he'd walked in on Blaine recording this.

"I descended from the sky, what's it look like?"

"I see, I see, does that mean you can fly?" Kurt held the phone, half annoyed that Blaine had forgotten to change his voicemail messenger, and half laughing at the bizarre conversation.

"Yeah, I'm secretly an angel. What are you doing?"

"I was - am - recording my voicemail message."

"You mean it's still recording?"

"Er - I guess." Kurt could remember how he'd eye rolled at Blaine, before pouncing on the bed, talking into the phone.

"This is Kurt. Sorry you can't reach Blaine right now, but he's probably lost in his own head again. He does that a lot."

"But you love me right?"

"Yes honey, I love you. You should probably stop recording now."

"I love you too." Suddenly, the tone beeped, indicating for Kurt to leave a message. He'd been so engrossed in the conversation he almost forgot to speak. He pulled himself together.

"Blaine, baby, please call me when you get this. When you want to talk, I'll be here, or wherever you are. Please come back, or let me know where you are." He paused, stifling a sob. "I love you. See you soon." He disconnected the call, wishing Blaine was safe and happy with him right now, as he started up the car again.

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Nathan, Dean and Brock and the rest of the gang sat outside the mall, hanging around and loitering. They didn't usually hang out in this part of town, but since Nathan's run in with Blaine, Dean had become obsessed with hanging out in spots where Blaine may possibly turn up. Nathan couldn't understand what was driving Dean to do this. Since Nathan's reformation, he had begun to see the best in people and tried to be optimistic. However, since Dean had re-entered his life, he'd been dragged back into his former life against his will. He was back to square one, and he couldn't escape. He always knew he was weak, and inside it killed him. On the outside, he was cool and collected.

"What do you reckon Anderson will do when we catch him? I hope he squeals and screams like the last time. It was thrilling." Brock hadn't changed at all over the last two years, and Nathan was sickened to be associated with him. Truth was, Blaine hadn't screamed or squealed at all. He'd remained silent and took all they gave to him. But Nathan knew it wasn't clever to correct him.

"God yeah, that was awesome. It's a shame we never saw McGregor again. He was just as fun, wasn't he? But when we get Anderson, we also get another one too. What was his name, Nathan?" Dean turned to look at him, expectantly wanting an answer. Keeping in character, Nathan replied:

"Oh, it was something like Kieran or - Kurt, that was it." Dean looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I wonder if that's Kurt Hummel. How many Kurts are there in Lima?" Brock asked, jeering.

"Doesn't his Dad run that car workshop? Interesting." Dean had heard about the Hummels through word of mouth. It was Lima-renowned.

"Sounds like Anderson's got himself a butch bitch. I wonder if he'll put up a fight, or if he'll be weak like Anderson. I think I'm up for a challenge." Nathan despised Brock more than he ever had before. Blaine had toughened up in the last two years, but Nathan knew Kurt wouldn't be a match for Dean, Brock and the others. And - himself, he thought with disgust.

"Hey Dean, what are we going to do with them when we get them?" One of the gang asked. Dean smirked, not revealing what he was really thinking.

"You'll see when we get to that point. But I know it'll be good." Again, Nathan felt the chills run down his spine. God, he hated himself.

Across the road, a car had pulled up and parked. It had been speeding before it came to an abrupt stop. What Nathan next saw made him freeze to the spot. While the others were looking the other way, Blaine Anderson got out the car, slammed the door shut, and began to run in the opposite direction. Dean's head spun round at the noise. He narrowed his eyes, before realising who it was. A huge, sadistic grin began to spread across his face.

"Hey guys, looks like we'll be getting some action sooner than we thought." Blaine hadn't noticed them. To Nathan, he looked drained, washed out and broken. He had tears streaming down his face, as he ran round the corner. Slowly, Dean and the others got to their feet, and began to follow him.

"Yes, this will be fun indeed. I can't wait to see the look on Anderson's face when he sees us again." Nathan followed behind, paralysed in fear for Blaine, and fear for himself about the act of betrayal he would once again commit against his former friend.