April 14, 2013, 4:20 a.m.
Letters from a Wallflower: Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
The next day Blaine didn't see Kurt until one of his classes let out, and as he was walking down the corridor in the opposite direction towards him, Blaine could see the scarf before Kurt's face. It was blue.
Blaine sighed out of relief and couldn't stop the biggest grin he had ever produced stretch across his face. Moulding his face to a more acceptable expression as he approached Kurt, he simply smiled and asked how he was, as he swept past.
"Good thanks, off to class?" Kurt asked, clearly confused as to why Blaine was so happy.
"Yeah, French," Blaine said.
"Amusez-vous!" Kurt quipped as he wandered to his own class. Blaine chuckled.
xXx
The following day, Blaine wandered to Glee club straight after last lesson to see Kurt already in the choir room, sitting on a plastic chair and staring vacantly ahead.
"Kurt?" he asked quietly. Kurt looked startled out of his reverie as Blaine entered and sat next to him. "Are you ok?" Kurt's gaze slowly followed Blaine to his seat, then he tried a smile. He just nodded as Mercedes and Tina entered the choir room, followed by Rachel and Finn and the moment was gone. Blaine suspected that Kurt had skipped last period to sit by himself and he was worried but Kurt's mask was soon in place and small talk ensued.
Mr Schue announced the assignment for this week and giggles and plans were shouted in the choir room, only Blaine noticing Kurt hanging back, not fully joining in when normally he would be clamouring for solos. Glee club finished early, performances set in the auditorium later in the week and Kurt soon left, almost pushing his way through crowds to leave. Blaine decided to hang back rather than follow him, though he was tempted. Soon it was just Brad packing up sheet music and looking at Blaine warily as if he suspected he was going to make him play more teenage music that almost made his ears bleed.
Once he was gone, Blaine didn't hesitate to open the top of the piano slightly to see if anything lay inside. After just a glance inside he nearly missed the slip of paper tucked nearer the keys but once Blaine managed to sneak it out carefully, he hastily opened it and read it in the corner of the choir room, his feet on a chair in front of him.
Dear X,
You may have noticed, I wore the blue scarf today, I really don't mind these letters, in fact today I needed to know more than anything that someone out there cared and noticed.
I've wondered for a while who you are and although I've ruled out quite a few people, I've haven't quite figured it out. I look and look but perhaps you really don't want to be found.
Thank you for the letters and for sharing your secrets with me. It makes me feel that I can be helpful and I hope that if you ever need help you can come to me in person. I would hate for you to ever feel what I feel sometimes, and I don't even know who you are.
Thank you for noticing. I feel no one else does and I don't want to sound melodramatic. They notice the bullying but they don't know what it does to me, to have to pull myself up again and I think you do. And perhaps Blaine.
You confessed to me what happened at your Sadie Hawkins dance and I'm so sorry. No one should have to suffer that. I think you must have been very brave to go through that and I hope that you don't let it stop you from being yourself. You can't ever let them win.
Saying that, I feel a bit defeated today. I went to confront Karofsky, as you suggested in your last letter and was determined that he wouldn't win. I followed him to the locker room, shouted at him, asked him what his problem was and he threatened to punch me, aiming his fist high. I kept going, saying it wouldn't stop me from being who I was. I felt so powerful then, so determined that the rest is more of a blur. He got closer to my face and kissed me, hard and as he was coming closer, my instincts kicked in and I shoved him away. He punched the locker in frustration and left.
I couldn't breathe, I was so shocked. I haven't seen him since but I dread walking down the corridors even more as I don't really know what I might face there.
I believe in courage but I find mine has left me.
Keep writing the letters X, they help a lot.
Kurt
Blaine hadn't realised he'd been holding in his breath until he finished the letter and found himself nearly gasping for air. He couldn't believe Kurt had suffered that and not told anyone, not told any of his friends in Glee club. He didn't know what to do, should he tell Kurt he knew, should he tell an adult, a teacher? But if he did, then Kurt would know the letters were from him. And Kurt had mentioned Blaine in the letter! Not realising Blaine wrote the letter he had noticed that Blaine cared, that Blaine noticed. A thousand thoughts were whizzing through his mind and he suddenly realised he would do anything for Kurt, would help him anyway he could. He couldn't bear the thought that worry or sadness would crease his face or change his outlook on life. That couldn't happen. As he walked out of the choir room, plans were racing through his head and he didn't notice that Kurt was hiding behind a row of lockers and had seen the slip of paper in Blaine's hand.
xXx
Blaine had formulated many plans by the time he went to sleep, already knowing how to carry out Operation Kurt, as he had nicknamed it in his head. By lunchtime the next day, half of Blaine's plans had been carried out and he felt pride swell in his chest as he met everyone from Glee in the cafeteria at lunchtime.
Kurt's absence was noted by Blaine as he set down next to Sam at the table and Sam looked taken aback.
"You mean you haven't heard?" Sam said, incredulously, "It's been all over school already. Kurt was asked to go to Figgins' office during first period and Karofsky has mysteriously been asked to leave the premises. It's all anyone is talking about."
"What?" Blaine exclaimed, "Where's Kurt now?"
No one knew, everyone shaking their heads. Rachel, Tina and Mercedes looked worried, like they should have known what was going on with one of their own but Blaine could only hope Kurt was ok.
It was near the end of lunch when Kurt suddenly appeared and wearily sat at their table, making a half-hearted effort to eat a sandwich he had packed.
"Kurt, where have you been?"
"What happened? It's all over school!"
Kurt looked weary as voices clamoured over him, trying to find answers. He sighed.
"Apparently someone let Figgins and Mr Schue know by an anonymous letter that Karofsky had done something he shouldn't. He's been suspended."
"Suspended? What did he do?" Rachel asked.
Kurt sighed again, clearly uncomfortable, not wanting to share. "He kissed me in the locker room," he whispered.
"What?!" Mercedes shouted, "When? When did this happen?"
"Yesterday, it only happened yesterday." Kurt looked like he had run a thousand miles. "I didn't tell anyone, I don't know how Figgins knew. I just don't get it…"
"So Karofsky's been suspended?" Finn said, triumphantly.
"Yeah, indefinitely, perhaps forever if they can prove it. I just don't get it."
"Well obviously he had it coming and he won't last long here, if he comes back," Puck said, trying to sound menacing.
Kurt smiled, "Thanks guys." His eyes suddenly alighted on Blaine, who hadn't said a word but looked up now into those blue eyes and smiled.
As the bell went signalling the end of lunchtime and the crowd bustled to the doors, a delivery man suddenly appeared with a package.
"A package for Kurt Hummel?" he shouted in the cafeteria, hoping that someone would come forward.
"Yes, he's here!" Rachel shouted, pointing her finger at Kurt's head. As the guy walked forward he handed a wrapped bundle to Kurt who started unwrapping it gingerly, suspicion written all over his face.
Kurt opened it and unravelled a blue scarf with silver weaving crinkled in the soft fabric, as a small card found its way to the floor, almost like a feather.
The card simply read:
To Kurt,
Wear this with pride, it matches your beautiful eyes, which should only hold happiness.
Love X
"X?" Rachel squealed by Kurt's ear, looking at the note over his shoulder. "Who's X?"
"I don't know," Kurt said, smiling, "But whoever he is, he saved me."
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Hehe! Will try not to!
I love epistolary fics....I can't wait to read more :)
So do I - I've read quite a few so I hope I do the genre justice :)