peanutmeg
May 29, 2017, 7 p.m.
Remind Me to Forget: Prologue
T - Words: 381 - Last Updated: May 29, 2017 Story: Closed - Chapters: 35/? - Created: Feb 24, 2014 - Updated: Feb 24, 2014 146 0 0 0 0
Author's Notes:
Prologue
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Blaine exits the mall with a smile – he'd managed to find a cheaper version of a scarf Kurt had been drooling over and he'd gotten three new bowties on clearance. Maybe he'd use the money he saved to mail the scarf to Kurt, instead of waiting for his trip to New York next month; Kurt loved surprises.
He's almost to his car when he hears a joking voice a few cars down. He glances over and sees a forest green Ford truck, its owner leaning against one of the too-big-to-be-practical tires, talking into his phone dressed in stained jeans, a grey t-shirt, and scuffed sneakers. It's only after he's catalogued the outfit that Blaine notices the guy's face and freezes as he hears him say, “Yeah, lemme finish –
“ ---finished Anderson! What did you think? That just because you're one of those homos now you can ruin this dance for us?” Blaine looks up from the pavement, the words are choppy, unevenly fading in and out, and Blaine absently notices that there's something dark staining his shoe.
“Look at me! Think you're too good to look me in the eye? Be a man, Anderson!” The shoe moves and a starburst of pain erupts in his side as he tries to curl away. But that takes him closer to Mitch, who lifts him enough to land a solid punch.
“Like the homo knows how to be a man, Steve. Looks like we have to teach ‘em.” Blaine closes his eyes.
“—parked?” Blaine blinks, taking in the thirty-something mother standing in front of him, “It's so easy to forget, you know? But there's this app now – I thought all you kids would have it.”
Blaine offers a polite smile, “I'll have to see about getting it, thanks. I think I'm over,” Blaine gestures vaguely behind him, “that way though.”
Blaine hears a “good luck!” called as he turns away.
Once in his car, bags safely on the passenger seat, Blaine just stares at his shaking hands and tries to rationalize.
Breathe in. He's miles away from that place.
Breathe out. There's probably hundreds of forest green trucks in Ohio.
Breathe in. It's just a coincidence.
Breathe out.
It's just a coincidence.
Prologue
-*-*-*-
Blaine exits the mall with a smile – he'd managed to find a cheaper version of a scarf Kurt had been drooling over and he'd gotten three new bowties on clearance. Maybe he'd use the money he saved to mail the scarf to Kurt, instead of waiting for his trip to New York next month; Kurt loved surprises.
He's almost to his car when he hears a joking voice a few cars down. He glances over and sees a forest green Ford truck, its owner leaning against one of the too-big-to-be-practical tires, talking into his phone dressed in stained jeans, a grey t-shirt, and scuffed sneakers. It's only after he's catalogued the outfit that Blaine notices the guy's face and freezes as he hears him say, “Yeah, lemme finish –
“ ---finished Anderson! What did you think? That just because you're one of those homos now you can ruin this dance for us?” Blaine looks up from the pavement, the words are choppy, unevenly fading in and out, and Blaine absently notices that there's something dark staining his shoe.
“Look at me! Think you're too good to look me in the eye? Be a man, Anderson!” The shoe moves and a starburst of pain erupts in his side as he tries to curl away. But that takes him closer to Mitch, who lifts him enough to land a solid punch.
“Like the homo knows how to be a man, Steve. Looks like we have to teach ‘em.” Blaine closes his eyes.
“—parked?” Blaine blinks, taking in the thirty-something mother standing in front of him, “It's so easy to forget, you know? But there's this app now – I thought all you kids would have it.”
Blaine offers a polite smile, “I'll have to see about getting it, thanks. I think I'm over,” Blaine gestures vaguely behind him, “that way though.”
Blaine hears a “good luck!” called as he turns away.
Once in his car, bags safely on the passenger seat, Blaine just stares at his shaking hands and tries to rationalize.
Breathe in. He's miles away from that place.
Breathe out. There's probably hundreds of forest green trucks in Ohio.
Breathe in. It's just a coincidence.
Breathe out.
It's just a coincidence.