Darkest Moments.
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Darkest Moments.: Regrets collect like old friends.


T - Words: 781 - Last Updated: May 04, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 1/? - Created: May 04, 2012 - Updated: May 04, 2012
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Laughter echoed around the rather small restaraunt. Blaine smiled, chuckling slightly, as he watched his boyfriend, his Kurt, arguee with Rachel about her sweaters... Again.  "Rachel. You HAVE to wear designer clothing if you want to look at least slightly good..." Kurt said, rolling his eyes dramatically. Blaine looked down at his own clothing. Baby-blue sweater vest, Navy blue bowtie, white shirt, Blue ankle length dress pants. Nothing he was wearing was designer. Nothing. He frowned before laughing lightly, unsure of what of. "See!!! Blaine agrees, don't you Blaine!?" Rachel whined tugging on his arm and looking at him with what could only be described as crazy eyes. "Umm.... A... Sure?" He asked, going higher at the end, making it sound more like a question. "Blaine, honey. Do you even know what we're talking about?" He asked tilting his head slightly. Blaine rubbed his arm idly, thinking of an answer. "Urgh, Rachels sweaters?" He asked, hopefully. Kurt though gave Blaine a slight look before correcting him. "Yes. About 5 minutes ago we were. Now we're talking about our favourite designer brands. I most certainly think Alexander McQueen, but Rachel said  Guicci. Guicci! Yes they make nice accesories, but their clothing... I wouldn't ever  give it to charity. " Blaine laughed again after Kurts little rant. "Kurt, baby. Rachel is Intitled to like whatever she wants." He said, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. Kurt smiled and relaxed before turning and looking at him. "Blaine. Who's your favourite designer?" Blaines eyes widened in worry before he tried to hide his anxiety to answering the question. "I...I don't know... I um, I don't wear any designer clothes, really." He said with a shrug.  Kurt visibly shrunk back into his seat slightly, letting out a guilty 'Oh'. 

As the night went on, conversation was mostly centerd around Glee club,  Regionals, Nationals, Sectionals, and just music in general. Overall, it was a pretty awesome night out. Blaine always had fun out with the Glee club. It was a nice little escape. Though, as the evening out came to an end, Kurt offered Blaine a lift. A lift Blaine definitely couldn't turn down.  Fingers entwined, they walked towards the familiar, Tuxedo Black SUV. Blaine offered to drive, but quickly got told to go sit in the passenger seat as this car was his 'baby'. Smiling, he watched Kurt happily as he drove. "...What?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow and looking towards Blaine. "Oh, Nothing... You're just really, really beautiful when you drive. " He finished his sentence with a smile, the whole statement  filled with nothing but the truth. Smiling sweetly, Kurt said a silent thank you.  The rest of the car ride was filled with a comfortable silence and the odd flirtatious compliment from both boys.  As the journey came to an end, Blaine frowned. He loved spending time with Kurt... More than with his family, more than with his friends, more than with himself. He just loved Kurt, So, so much. They Kissed each other good night...Three times, and said it before the SUV pulled out of Blaines drive and drove away much too quickly. Blaine was alone. Blaine was always alone.
His hands shook as he nervously looked around the room for signs of his father. Signs of his father even being here tonight. Blaine and his father where never close... Since his diagnosise of schizophrenia, his life had been different. He was a freak in his fathers eyes. A pathetic freak. And it just got even worse when he came out. Given the chance, Blaine bets that if his father could go back in time, he would make sure his mother got an abortion. And who is Blaine to say he doesn't agree? His father was right. He was nothing but pathetic.  Gingerly, he went into the kitchen, praying to the God he didn't believe in, that it would be empty. He could feel it... He could feel the panick tightening in his chest, attacking him as he neared the corner. His eyes prickled, tears of fear threatening to fall. His footsteps where light, quiet in the dark room. Finally he tilted his head ever so slightly, giving himself sight of the room. Fortunately, it was empty. No father. No worries. The same as it was this morning, really, except that it had been cleaned (Most certainly by his mother). He let out the deep breath he wasn't even aware he was holding and retreeted upstairs slowly to his room. Too tired to undress, he just collapsed into his soft bed and drifted off into his usual light sleep.
 Who was he to know that he would be woken after a couple of hours...

End Notes: Thanks for reading. :)Please review!Reviews= Sushine lollypops and Klainebows. c:Alex.~

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