Shatter Me {Klaine}

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻

It felt like the looks the students gave Blaine when he walked into the school building with Kurt were daggers. Daggers that repeatedly stabbed him all over his body. The looks of judgement, the looks of disgust, the looks of disappointment, they all had the same effect. He wondered how Kurt could be so confident and proud. He never seemed to notice all of the looks and glares he was given.

"Hey ladies." Karofsky said when he approached the two friends out of the blue before shoving the newly outed boy into the fashionable boy beside him, who was prepared and managed to catch the brunette before they had a chance to crash into each other. Then the jock walked away to find Azimio, leaving Blaine in Kurt's arms.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, to which the shorter boy shook his head rapidly. "Let's find a teacher." A few minutes later, the two of them made their way into the office of principal Figgins.

"What can I do for you, Kurt-Glee Club member-Hummel and football player-with too much hair gel-Blaine Anderson?" He asked and Kurt was the one to reply.

"Blaine doesn't feel so good." He lied. "He went to the school nurse who told him that he should go inform you that he has to go home and rest because he might have the flu, and therefore won't attend any of his classes for the next few days. She also gave us this note." Kurt said and gave the principal a note he wrote, trying to falsify the nurse's handwriting, and it really did look the part. When Blaine asked him about it, the pale boy called it 'the only way of avoiding dodge ball.' The truth was that Blaine couldn't bear being at school because of the embarrassment caused by the outing. The man by the desk nodded.

"Get well soon, Blaine Anderson. You may leave." He thanked him and walked out of the office with Kurt.

"Thank you so much, Kurt." Once again, Kurt received a sad smile that he didn't return.

"Hey, that's what friends are for." He said before walking to his locker and Blaine walked to his car.

*

When Blaine came home and laid in his bed, he pulled out his phone and sent a message.

Hey. Do you by any chance know
who was wearing the robber
costume at the party?

A few minutes later, a reply appeared.

Santana❤️
No... How are you? You weren't
at football practice. No one has
seen you since... you know...

Since the papers were handed
out. I know. Kurt helped me
through it. I'm at home. You
can come over after Cheerio
practice.

Santana❤️
Yeah. We really need to talk
about the situation...

*

About an hour later, Santana came into his room. She walked over and sat down on the edge of his bed and he sat up next to her. The Latina didn't say a word before embracing her beard, allowing him to cry on her shoulder, which he did. His loud sobs were hard for Santana to listen to. She blamed herself for leaving Blaine at the party. She wasn't even drunk, just a little tipsy and could've easily stopped Blaine from having that beer drinking competition with Puck.

"I won't be able to find him, Tana." He said in between sobs.

"Wait, what? Do you mean the guy you kissed?" Blaine nodded. "I thought it didn't mean anything." She let go of him and took straight down at his face.

"It didn't mean anything. It meant a lot of things. I felt a connection." Santana laughed at him.

"Listen up, Hair Gel, from what I saw in that picture, you can almost call it a peck. And you were higher than a skyscraper." Her comment made Blaine let out a little laugh. "But I get it, Britt makes me feel the same way. Which is why..." she placed a hand on his leg and gave it a squeeze. "I want to help you find your lover boy. If I was in your shoes and didn't know who Brittany was,  I would be desperate to find her too." Once again, the jock hugged his friend.

"Thank you so much, Santana. You don't even know how much this means to me." She smiled at his as they let go of each other.

"I'll look for some clues at my house. There must be something, anything, that might reveal his identity. I should probably warn you, as soon as you find your lover boy, we'll have a nasty break up." Blaine chuckled at the thought.

"Yeah, if you can stand being in a relationship with an openly gay guy for so long." Santana sighed and changed the subject.

"So, you said that Lady Hummel helped you at school?" This time, Blaine's eyes were brightening up and the Latina could easily see how happy the memory of whatever happened at school made him.

"Yeah, yeah, I really don't know what I would do without his friendship."

*

When Frankenteen walked through the door of the Hummel-Hudson house, he noticed that he was the only one at home, so he went straight to the fridge and took out as much foot as he could possibly eat while studying. When he came into his room, he decided to put on some more comfortable clothes on. He was going to stay in his room to study geography all afternoon anyway. When he looked through his drawers to look for a pair of sweatpants, he saw one of Kurt's shirts. He actually didn't know how he could've mistakenly been taking it because it really wasn't his style. A white long sleeved shirt with some black spot's by the end of the sleeves like someone spilled paint on them. Still shirtless, Finn walked into Kurt's room and opened his closet. Just as the doors of the wooden closet opened, some clothes fell from a shelf in a box that opened when it hit the floor. The tall teen bent down to grab the box and place it on the floor to put the clothes back inside. When he picked up the clothes, he got a better look at it. It was all black. That's not really his style. He thought. Then after throwing the black skinny jeans and black three-quarter sleeve shirt into the box, he noticed a black beanie and a black mask which made him connect the dots.

"What are you doing in my room, Finn?" He heard a voice behind him and turned to see his step brother standing in the doorway.