“You serious?”

“Yeah totally, we should all go.”

“No fucking way, Sheila.”

“Why not?” she whined.

“There’ll be free booze.” Mackenzie whispered encouraging and Kurt groaned.

“I said no, okay?”

“Why?” Ronnie asked.

“I told you already,” the boy gave a frustrated sigh. “Noah Puckerman is nothing but a worthless little loser that joined Glee club ‘cause of some fucking girl. He doesn’t deserve our attention.”

“That’s not what you said before –“

“That’s ‘cause the fucker wasn’t in Glee club dancing around Zizes with puppy dog eyes before.” Quinn spoke up and Kurt looked over at his roommate. She’d been sitting quiet since Puck’s apparent Halloween party became the center conversation. Kurt hadn’t thought about it that much, since he knew all about the baby and stuff.

“Right...” Ronnie looked slightly defeated, but then her face shone up again.

“Then why don’t we just all go there and crash the party?” she asked with enthusiasm.

This time it was Santana’s turn to answer.

“Really?” she asked, eyebrows high on her forehead, a tired look on her face.

“Like gay boy said just moments ago, Puck’s not worthy of our attention anymore. And if we go there and ruin the thing, while that sound fun, it would be giving him attention. Which we shouldn’t. Get it?” the brunette smiled sweetly at the big girl.

“Fine.” she muttered and went back to biting her nails.

There were just a couple of seconds in silence before,

 “Well, well, look who’s here.” Mackenzie grinned, took a last drag of her cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stomped on it with her left heel, all in an overdoing gesture.

Standing just outside the torn-open rusty ‘gate’ that lead to under the bleachers, the usual Skank ‘hang out’, stood a short girl. Visibly shaking, but also visibly trying not to. Kurt kind of recognized her face but didn’t know the girl’s name. But he could almost tell that she was probably very annoying, judging from the way she dressed, the look on her face and just, from her whole posture, really. 

“And who are you?” asked Sheila, looking as dangerous as she could manage.

“Berry.” Kurt heard Quinn acknowledge when the girl wouldn’t answer.

Berry? What the hell kind of name was that?

“You know her?” Ronnie asked doubtingly.

“Nah. Puck just mentioned her–”

“Puck? What the fuck Quinn? What were you doing with him?” Santana asked from where she sat, Brittany lying with her head placed in the Latino’s lap, seemingly sleeping.

Weren’t they like, broken up or something? Kurt though for a second when he saw their intertwined fingers, but decided that he didn’t care.

“Whatever!” Kurt cut in before Quinn had to explain, thinking that that was probably something that the girl would like to avoid at the moment being.

“What are you doing here, Nose?” he asked then, turning to the now very pale girl.

“I… uhm–“

“Out with it!” Mackenzie nearly growled and Kurt had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. That girl had always had a short temper, even worse than he himself, when it came to the total Neanderthals at the school.

“Now, now, take it easy, Mackie.” Quinn coed, slowly walking towards the insanely tiny girl. Like really, she was even shorter than that hobbit guy, which Kurt hadn’t though would be possible.

What the hell Quinn? Kurt thought to himself with a groan as the straight girl didn’t stop until she was only about an inch or so away from the still almost completely unknown girl, cupping her face with her right hand and lowered her face so their noses touched. The brunette’s face paled completely before transforming into a tomato as she turned her face away, desperately looking anywhere but at the taller girl.

“Now tell me…” Quinn whispered. “What was it that you wanted to tell us?”

Kurt and the others had to suppress their laughter when the poor girl nearly passed out with embarrassment as Quinn nibbled on her left earlobe softly. Her face was possibly the reddest Kurt had ever seen throughout his life. Which said quite a lot if you thought of all the straight boys Kurt had teased in the locker rooms during the years just for the fun of it.

“Hm?” she asked quietly when the short girl mumbled something that was impossible to catch.

“I –I have a boyfriend!” she squeaked in a high-pitched voice full of panic.

Kurt could hear Santana actually laugh at this and he found himself quite enjoying the scenes as well.

“Hmm… ‘M disappointed.” the pink haired girl mumbled and backed away, but still stood closer to the girl than you normally did during a conversation when she spoke again,

“You’re very rude, you know.” she coed. “Me and my friends have asked you numerous of times… Why. Are. You. Here?”
“Right…” she took a deep breath and screw her brown eyes shut tightly. And when she opened them again she seemed refilled with courage.

“I am Rachel Berry.” she began and Kurt felt slightly relieved to finally have a full name. “And on behalf of the William McKinley High school Glee Club, I kindly ask of you not to be there for Noah Puckerman’s Halloween party.” she informed them, chin high in the air, looking freaking ridiculous if you asked Kurt.

“Right.” Rachel nodded when she was done, looking proud of herself for no reason, really.

“Right.” Mackenzie repeated and took a step towards her. “I’ll give you ten bucks if you let me beat her up, Quinn.” she said, looking at Rachel from head to toe.

Quinn tilted her head slightly to the side, examining the girl as well.

“Nah.” she decided then. “Give us your lunch money and you’re good to go.”

With trembling hands, the girl reached into her red purse sort of thing, got out a little pink wallet and gave them the money from inside.

“Now run along.” Quinn waved and with red ears and cheeks, the girl did as she was told.

“What? Gotta give the girl credits for coming here all by herself.” she shrugged as she turned around and found her fellow Skanks giving her questioning looks.

“You’re not turning soft are you?” Sheila muttered and Quinn rolled her eyes.

“Come on guys, stop whining, I got her money okay?” Kurt nodded in agreement and grabbed the money when it was offered to him.

“Hey–“ Santana started.

“San, I deserve this don’t you think?” asked Quinn and looked at the girl, a look in her eye that Kurt at first got a little confused by, before remembering that she, too, knew about the pregnancy.

“Fine. But just this time.” she muttered and kissed her now awake girlfriend on the cheek.

“What happened?” she asked, the usual confused look on her face

“You fell asleep again, Britt-britt.”

The two lovebirds kept mumbling by themselves and Kurt turned around to the rest of the group.

“So, what d’ya’ll say ‘bout going to that party after all?” he smirked and he could see Ronnie smile.

“Sure! But –why the sudden change of mind?”

“Well as Mrs. Nose just said, it won’t be that much of a party without the seven of us there. And it would be a shame to turn down an offer involving free alcohol, don’t you think?” he smiled.

“So when’s this spectacle anyway?”

“Halloween?”

“When’s Halloween?”

“Last October?” Sheila looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and Kurt rolled his eyes.

“I know, but how long till Halloween?”

“’Bout two weeks I think.” she replied after a second of thinking.

“Two weeks?” Kurt sighed. Fucking hell. He didn’t have time to wait that long.

“Yup. Two weeks and two days.”

“Fantastic.” he muttered and sat down on the ground. He just had to be satisfied with Scandals for now then.

He was getting pretty sick of that place of some reason. Maybe because Quinn next to never came there with him anymore, it really was completely different to go there alone. He hadn’t thought of that before, had even thought that I’d be better if he was there alone sometimes. But it turns out, he was wrong about yet another thing.

So most nights he just spent at ‘home’, writing lyrics and playing on his guitar quietly.

But it was boring as fuck so Kurt really looked forward to Halloween.

“Hey, Anderson!” called a voice. “Anderson! Wait up!”

Blaine groaned, but didn’t slow down his phase.

“Anderson! Hey!”

“Puck for Christ sake, just fuck off.”

“Would you just slow down –“

“No.” Blaine muttered and pushed the door the bathroom open.

“Hey, what’s your problem?”

“You're my problem, Noah.” Blaine smiled sweetly at the larger teen.

“I’m –why?”

“’Cause you’re always following me around like a fucking puppy and I’m kinda sick of it.”

“I just –thought…” the jock went silent and looked down at his feet, not knowing what to say next.

“I just thought we could be bros.” he mumbled and Blaine chuckled.

“And why’s that?”
“’Cause, ya’ know, we’re both kinda badass and –“

“You’re in Glee club, Puckerman, you’re not badass. And I’m not either. Don’t like that term.”

Puck groaned. “Why’s singing such a bad thing?”

“It’s not the singing, it’s the dancing and the songs you sing and the people that are in it and just –have you even seen that teacher?”

“Mr. Schue’s the coolest teacher ever.” grumbled Noah.
“Right.” Blaine suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Look, I don’t have anything against that club ‘cause it’s low on the food chain or whatever, I just can’t stand the thing, that’s all. And I can’t really stand you either, so just kindly leave me the fuck alone, ‘kay?” Blaine smiled again.

“Come on Anders–“

“I’m gonna take a piss now and as long as you don’t feel like joining, you better just leave.”

“Fine.” the larger male turned to leave and Blaine was just about to let out a sigh of relief but just then he heard that obnoxious voice talking to him again and he listened without really wanting to.

“There’ll be a party at my place at Halloween if you’re interested. And don’t worry ‘bout finding the way, pretty much everyone knows where the Puckermans live in this rotten town.”

Blaine made a sound in acknowledgment, just wanting the guy to leave.

When he finally did, the boy didn’t get left alone for more than a minute or so, before his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Mhm?” he answered, voice a little irritated.

“Mr. Anderson?”

“N –who is this?”

“I’m calling from the psychiatric emergency department.”

Blaine’s heart stopped and his face fell.

 “You still there, Mr. Anderson?”

“…Uhm, oh. Yeah. I’ll be there in short.”

As soon as he’d hung up, Blaine nothing but collapsed over one of the sinks, breathing heavily, head spinning.

Fuck. Fuck!

Not again. Not now.

“Hey kid, I think you’ve got something that belongs to us?”

“W –what? N… no. I –swear… I didn’t –didn’t take anything fr–from you!”

Sheila gritted her teeth and lowered her body over the shivering girl.
“I swear!” she screamed in panic.

“Just give us your damn money and we’ll leave you alone.” Santana muttered from behind her. The girl spun her head around and looked up at the Latino in sheer desperation.

“I –I don’t have any!”

“Don’t lie to us you little fucker!” Mackenzie snapped and Quinn quickly got her hand up to hinder the girl’s knot fist from connecting with the shaking girl’s face.

“Mackie. That’s not necessary.” she cooed.

Again? Really? Kurt rolled his eyes. It’s gonna get old soon, Quinny.

“Don’t worry Kurt. Hadn't planned on doing anything.”

“Stop reading my mind freak.” Kurt mumbled and Quinn shot him an almost unnoticeable smile before turning her gaze back to the girl on the floor, who was now crying silently.

“Look.” Her voice was calm, but yet threatening in a way only Quinn could manage. “Just –me and the gang here is in some desperate need of cash. So just give us what you have, I don’t care if it’s just a dollar, and we’ll leave you alone.”

“But I don’t have anything!” the freshman cried. “I swear, I don’t! I’ll –I’ll bring you tomorrow! Just… I don’t have any–“

“Do you want to taste my fist that bad?”

“Mackenzie for fuck sake, just shut up will you?” Quinn raised her voice slightly.

“Thank you.” she cleared her throat. “Now –I’m sorry, sweetie, but I’m not sure if I can keep her back for much longer.”

“You’re so m –mean!”

“Sure.  But that has nothing to do with this.” It was Kurt’s time to speak this time.

“Come one, I’m hungry as fuck and the cafeteria food is shit, so just give us your money.”

“I don’t have any!” the girl jelled, eyes suddenly darkening with anger.

“Dirty fag.” she hissed and Kurt chuckled bitterly.

“Oh now you’ve done it.” Quinn informed sadly. “Sorry but I won’t keep her away anymore.” She backed away, no longer standing between the girl on the floor and Mackenzie.

Kurt walked out from the bathrooms, not caring to be there for the beating. She seemed too small and harmless for it to even be any fun. But she’d had the nerve to call him a ‘dirty fag’, so she wasn’t that innocent.

Instead he made his way to the parking lot, an evil grin on his face.

Man, Kurt felt like fucking things up today.

“Oh no, you fucking don’t!” Blaine’s voice was angry, and stressed. He had to get to the hospital.

He fucking smashed my tire! Blaine gritted his teeth.

“You’re so going to regret that.” he hissed as he swung himself toward the abnormally thin male.

“Sorry, too late.” Kurt Hummel said as he stood back up again, a pocketknife in his left hand and an evil smirk on his lips.

Woha, déjà vu… He thought just before he swung a fist aimed at Hummel’s face, but apparently he was too slow and the other teen ducked, giving him a quite heavy punch to his stomach. Blaine gasped as he could feel the air leaving his lungs and tiny white dots appeared in his field of view.

“You bitch.” he hissed.

Why did this have to happen today? Any other day would be fine. But just not today.

So of course it happened today.

He could hear Kurt chuckle just before he walked away and left Blaine halfway down at the ground.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit!

“Fuck!” he screamed and kicked at his now useless motorbike, swearing when it only made his foot ache.

“What’s up?”

Blaine groaned.

Give me a break already!

“Fucking hell, you’re really slow at taking in information, are you Puckerman?”

“No, look dude, I get it, I’ve been kind of a stalker.” Blaine nodded with a little snort.

“You don’t say.” he muttered.

“But I just –I saw what Hummel did to your bike. And I just thought that maybe, ya’ know, needed a ride home or something.”

“I –no. I’m fine.” Blaine mumbled.

“Right…”

“Or on second thought I –do need to get to the hospital.”

“The hospital? Why?”

“No questions or I’ll get there by myself.”
“Whatever. Car’s over there.” informed Puck and pointed at a red car not too far from where they stood.

The car ride was silent and pretty awkward, every attempt of conversation made by Puck immediately shut down by the other boy.

When they had finally reached their destination, Blaine was out of the car in the matter of a second, but before he walked away he turned back to the driver, eyes dark and face serious.

“Not a word to anyone, okay?”

“Ehm, sure dude, no problem.”

The short teenager stood still until the red car was completely out of sight before he ran as fast as he could over to the psychiatric emergency entrance, tumbling to the reception.

“Can I help you Mister?” asked a dapper looking woman on the other side of the glass.

“Uh yes…” Blaine breathed. “Marcie –Marcie Anderson… I’m here to visit Marcie Anderson.” he gripped the wooden desk and closed his eyes, trying desperately to catch his breath.

“You may sit down and wait for someone to come and get you.” smiled the receptionist politely.

“Thank you.”

When Blaine placed himself on an incredibly uncomfortable bench looking thing, he was still not able to breathe properly. And it wasn’t from running those few meters between the car and the building, the boy had way better stamina than that, it was from that he knew what was ahead for him now. But he just didn’t want to have to deal with it right now. Not ever, really, but especially not now.

“Mr. Anderson?” called a deep male voice and Blaine looked up.

“…Yeah.” he groaned and stood up.
“Right this way, please.”

He got led through a greenish glass door and then down what seemed like an endless, gray, corridor before they reached a room with the number 142 on the door.

Blaine peeked inside the room through the tiny little window and sighed.

“Why? Why now?” he mumbled, thinking out loud.

“I guess you can’t leave?” he asked the man behind him.

“No I’m afraid I can’t. But I’ll just be here in case something happens.”
“I know.”

The hazel eyed bow ran a hand through his dark curls, sighed one last time and opened the door carefully.

“Hey…” he greeted, almost sounding a little shy.

“Are –“ he stopped himself. Of course she wasn’t alright if she was here.

“Mom…” Blaine whispered, already feeling his throat tightening.

“I’m afraid she can’t place you in the state she’s in right now.” he could hear a soft voice tell him from behind.

“I know. I know.” he mumbled.

“You’ve been through this before?”

“…Yeah.” Blaine managed to answer.

But that doesn’t make it any easier.