April 3, 2012, 1:42 p.m.
Delayed Regret: Chapter 12
T - Words: 2,478 - Last Updated: Apr 03, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 16/? - Created: Jan 29, 2012 - Updated: Apr 03, 2012 1,141 0 1 0 0
Woot, this is exciting! I feel all nervous about this chapter for absolutely no reason! I feel with more and more of you becoming interested, the more flustered you make me….
Am I the only person who comes home and, like, strips? Like, I just put on tiny shorts and a little shirt every time I come home from school…
Also, am I the only person sadly obsessed with musicals? I worry about that… Like, people mention Klaine having Disney marathons, and I'm just like "MUSICALS? EVER?" Ugh, the stress…
Mercedes was pretty amped about her evening. Lately, she had been going out with Shane a lot, the whole Sam being gayer than the Fourth of July thing taking a good bit of strain off of their relationship, but tonight? Tonight Mercedes wasn't seeing anyone but a giant ice cream sundae and a depressingly complete collection of John Hughes movies. Sometimes a girl just needed some "me" time, and The Breakfast Club was the ideal way to start it off.
She was just about to pop the first movie in, when the doorbell rang, followed quickly by frantic knocking. Mercedes sighed, hoping that the late night visitor wasn't there for her. She was glaring when she opened the door, but her face immediately softened when she caught sight of her best friend Kurt's face, tears staining his cheeks. "Kurt?" she asked, ridiculously surprised. She hadn't been seeing a lot of him lately, what with his two boyfriends and now his very attractive one, so Kurt really hadn't come over unannounced in awhile. Plus, you know, he was crying… and that was kind of shocking… He sniffed.
"Can I come in?" he asked, voice cracking, and Mercedes nodded, opening her front door a little wider so the boy could slip through. She eyed her curious parents in the kitchen and opted to drag Kurt up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Once they both had plopped down on her bed, he spoke again. "I've been missing everything," he said quietly, and that took Mercedes off guard because –yes- he had, but she hadn't expected him to realize it. She hummed.
"And why do you say that?" she asked, testing him. Kurt pulled away a bit and wrung his hands together. Mercedes hated to admit that she sort of liked the sight of that. About time he figure out how stupid he was being…
"I was making out with Sam like usual," he explained, and Mercedes couldn't help but let a scowl cross over her face. She liked Blaine… she really had liked Blaine… Kurt, however, continued, undeterred. "And then he randomly stopped and started rambling about how he was scared that I was going to mess him up or whatever like I apparently did to Blaine, and then he left all in a huff, and… Mercedes… what did I do?" he asked, confusion swirling in his light eyes. "I only cheated!"
Mercedes was sort of appalled that Kurt still hadn't been able to figure out what he had done. Like… really? How difficult could this possibly be? All Kurt had to do was freaking look at the kid! She rubbed her forehead before getting up and heading to her computer. "Hold on," she said, leaning down to search something on her laptop.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Kurt asked, sounding flustered, and Mercedes waved her hand in his direction to calm him down. Kurt fell silent, and she flipped through her albums on Facebook, searching for one particular picture… Once she found it, she opened another tab and pulled up Blaine Anderson's Timeline. Mercedes stuffed her computer under her arm and bounced onto her bed again, sitting cross-legged in front of Kurt and turning her laptop to face him.
"Okay, who do you see?" she asked, pointing to Blaine's profile picture, and Kurt rolled her eyes and effectively threw her an 'are you kidding me?' look. She frowned. "Answer the question, white boy," she said with a glare. Kurt sometimes made things so freaking difficult sometimes… She loved him to death, but the kid sure could make it hard.
"I see Blaine," he answered, and Mercedes shook her head, a faint, sad smile pulling at her lips because… well, really?
"No, see, you're looking at Blaine before you started going behind his back with Sam," she explained slowly, bringing her finger to her track pad and holding her breath for a second before switching tabs to the picture she had opened up previously. "This is Blaine," she told him, and shut her eyes against Kurt's gasp. She had picked her picture well…
It was probably one that didn't exactly belong on the Internet, only because Blaine looked so pathetic in it, he might have found it embarrassing… He was sitting in a chair at what was supposed to be a fun birthday party for Rachel, but his face looked so… sad. He was seated next to Kurt, but they weren't touching at all –the taller boy's attention obviously elsewhere. It was taken under harsh florescent lights, making the younger boy look falsely pale and the bags under his eyes a bit darker than they actually were. That was okay; Kurt had to understand what New Directions had basically been looking at… And –yes- Blaine looked skinny. Like… you-couldn't-ignore-it skinny. Like, oh-dear-honey-come-inside-and-I'll-bake-you-a-couple-cakes-to-eat skinny. But the worst part?
Kurt's smile.
Because he was happy when Blaine wasn't.
Mercedes didn't want to seem mean, but she was honestly enjoying Kurt's reaction to the photo. It reminded her that the other boy actually had a heart. She had sort of been forgetting that lately, and it was apparent to her that Kurt had been also. Because Blaine wasn't supposed to look like that… and Kurt knew it better than anyone, even if he didn't notice him starting to… Tears were dripping down his face.
"I did that?" he asked, but from the way he was crying, it was obvious he already knew the answer. She just nodded, and Kurt's shoulders heaved. "I… I messed up," he hiccupped, and Mercedes couldn't help but pull him into a hug, he looked so wounded. "I don't even want Sam; this isn't fun anymore…" he said.
Mercedes pulled away, and looked him in the eyes as Kurt basically snotted all over himself. She could honestly couldn't stand the idea that this was the first time he was noticing how terribly he had been hurting Blaine, but she wasn't in a position to comment, as she had sat by and watched it happen. How could she have just let things go like that…? "Well, how are you going to fix it?" she asked, and Kurt collapsed into a puddle of tears.
"I don't know!" he wailed, and Mercedes huffed under her breath.
"You could try apologizing," she suggested, "Groveling would be a good option. You really hurt him, Kurt. You need to do something." She wrapped her arms around waist, trying to ignore how guilty she felt herself. The boy on the foot of her bed struggled to wipe his nose on an already soaked designer shirtsleeve. He'd so be regretting that when he did the laundry… He nodded, struggling to catch a breath.
"Oh, God… I know. Oh… crap, look at him, Mercedes! But they won't let me see him, I can't… I can't…" he broke off, and Mercedes just arched an eyebrow, confused.
"Who won't let you see him?" she asked, and by the way Kurt was crying, she was able to piece the answer together before he even spoke. Shoot… There was absolutely no way… not with them to go up against. If there was one thing Mercedes knew, it was how protective they could be… Kurt sniffed.
"The Warblers."
Blaine felt… weird. Like, at this point, he was used to feeling worthless and stupid and… awful, but with Wes actually voicing how messed up he was… Oh gosh, he just felt hopeless. He was so sick of having to deal with all this crap. Why did life have to be so freaking hard?
He was sitting between Jeff and Nick during study hall, trying and failing to let himself get absorbed by The Odyssey like the two boys flanking him were. Ugh, how did they even do that? This thing was impossible to read when his brain wasn't so preoccupied… He was about to throw the book down on the table, when he caught sight of Sebastian leaning against the door frame of the common room, a smirk adorning his face in a way that Blaine wasn't quite sure he liked.
His stomach twisted. To be honest, Sebastian sort of scared the crap out of him… First, just looking at his face made his heart hurt, as he admittedly was rather attractive, but Blaine had been faithful despite this, whereas Kurt hadn't. Second, the taller boy constantly looked like a hungry lioness going after an abandoned baby gazelle with a broken leg. And Blaine knew he was that gazelle, he knew it. Even though he was well aware that Sebastian wasn't going to come and devour his flesh, Blaine still felt an awful lot like prey…
Blaine hadn't exactly realized that Sebastian had met his eyes until he noticed the other boy beckoning him with one hand, his smirk having grown into a full out smile. Holy crap, how could a person be so creepy? Blaine numbly got out of his seat, struggling to muster a reassuring smile for Nick and Jeff when their eyes immediately locked onto him due to his movement.
"Blaine, are you okay?" Jeff asked, biting his lower lip, and Blaine hated how nervous he knew he was making the blonde. It made him feel so guilty… because, gosh, he was hopeless, so that was never going to change -no matter how bad he wanted it to- and Blaine knew that Jeff didn't deserve that. He rubbed his eyes, searching his soul for some kind of feeling to comfort Jeff with.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to go talk to Sebastian for a second," he said, not seeing the point in lying. The kid may have been hunting him, but it's not like Nick or Jeff thought he was so in need of protection that he couldn't talk to someone without the pair standing stiff at each shoulder. Still, Nick shifted in his seat, sticking his bookmark in his spot and twisting a hand into the strap of his messenger bag.
"Do you want back up?" he asked, eyes searching, and Blaine stifled a sighed.
"No, It'll be fine… and I'll right back," he tagged to the end, earning a look of relief from both of the boys sitting before him. Jeff returned to his book, obviously satisfied, while Nick watched him leave for a minute before reading on in his own copy. Crisis averted… now to dive into another one. Sebastian's smile grew impossibly wider as he led him out into the hallway. "What did you need?" Blaine asked, and he hated how small and… innocent his voice sounded. He honestly sounded sad and confused all the time. Maybe that was how he was feeling, but he didn't want other people to know.
"I just wanted to talk to you," Sebastian said with an honest look in his eyes that put Blaine off a bit. There had been a reason he and the slightly menacing boy talked from time to time previously, but this was… weird. Blaine wasn't used to a Sebastian he didn't have to be guarded around, and it was exceptionally different when he looked so… well, nice.
"About what?" Blaine asked, a little nervous to be allowing himself to be in this situation. Sebastian shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"I don't know…" he trailed off, and suddenly, Sebastian was touching him, and honestly Blaine wanted nothing more than for his hand to be off his shoulder because, crap, only Kurt was supposed to touch there, and why did it still have to hurt so bad to know that he didn't want to? Why did everything have to hurt so bad? "I've just been worried about you… I mean, I've always liked you, Blaine. You know that. Just because you're not with , well…" Sebastian gave him a sympathetic smile, "him, that didn't change." Blaine knew he was terrified for no good reason, especially when Sebastian's face looked so freaking earnest, but crap…
"I don't… I mean… what?" he asked, too flustered to be coherent in even the loosest sense of the word. And then Sebastian was threading his fingers through his own, and Blaine didn't want to be touched like that, especially because Kurt had always thought holding hands was so important, and –gosh- why was Sebastian doing this to him? He felt so freaking uncomfortable… Didn't he see? Why wouldn't he see? He shouldn't have come out here; he should have brought Nick and Jeff… Ugh, stop, stop, stop, STOP!
"Look, Blaine. I know you're still kind of reeling after everything that happened to you, but… don't you think that now would be the perfect time to give us a chance?" Sebastian asked, and he actually looked hopeful. What? Blaine shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying not to freak out. He sent an anxious look through the doorway to the table where Nick and Jeff sat, the former looking at him worriedly.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Come on, Blaine. Seriously, think about it! Kurt doesn't want you anymore, but I do. A lot," he said, and Blaine tried to understand him, but he could barely take in the other boy's words, as his freaking hand was on his leg, and he was… he was rubbing his thigh up and down. He wasn't allowed to do that… He wasn't allowed to do that! But try as he may, Blaine was scared a bit too stiff to push him away. He glanced back at Nick again. Save me… oh, gosh… please save me…
"Sebastian, I can't d-" Blaine tried to talk, but Sebastian's face coming far to close to his own cut him off. Their profiles were linked together in that way that only occurred when people kissed, and Sebastian's lips were so close to his own, that Blaine could feel his smile.
"Think of how happy you'd feel again," Sebastian all but whispered, his mouth ghosting over Blaine's, and he shuddered. Get off, get off, get off… Nick!
"Sebastian! You get the hell off of him, or I'll freaking tear that precious little head of hair of yours right out!"
Sometimes, I read all the little notes I leave for my chapters, and they make me laugh. Like… I think it was chapter 22 or something? Bwahaha. Hilarious… I crack myself off.
My mom offered to make mashed potatoes for dinner tonight cause we were having something I didn't want and thought it would excited me. I gave up potatoes for lent. *dies *
Also, today was horrible for me. I'm hoping yours were better? PLEASE SHARE! I wanna know ;D
Comments
Mercedes! No matter what you say, I love how you write all of the characters perfectly. I think I actually read a bit of this already when you where asking me to, but... I always loved the Kurt/ Mercedes friendship! It is just perfect for them! "I've been missing everything!" Yes, Kurt, YES! YOU FINALLY GET IT! Oh, gosh, the whole two pictures of before and after are just so sad, but perfect. Stupid Kurt! Wh are you still making me dislike him! Stupid Kurt smiling and not realizing how damaged Blaine was! Thank you, Mercedes! And now, I'm not angry at Kurt anymore because he is crying and he is my baby and I just want to give him a hug like Mercedes did. "Groveling would be a good option." Oh! Perfect! That would be the best choice! Well, I haven't had Blaine's perspective for a while. Oh, baby, he feels so hopeless and I just want to make him happy. And, ugh, Sebastian. Just leave! Don't dare go near him! "Second, the taller boy constantly looked like a hungry lioness going after an abandoned baby gazelle with a broken leg." Ha, wonderful metaphor! It's kind of funny, but still has the desired effect. Jeff and Nick! No, Sebastian should not touch Blaine. If it makes Blaine feel that uncomfortable, NO! Sebastian isn't saying rude things, but you can just tell what his intentions are! Stupid Sebastian bringing up Kurt to try to hurt Blaine! Yes, Nick! Save him! I love your writing! It's wonderful! Okay, so I think this will be my last review tonight, but I promise to finish reviewing everything tomorrow!