Chapter 9: And It All Comes Crashing Down

"Aw wook at my wittle Bwainers sweeping in his wittle bed." Isabelle giggled over Blaine sleeping figure, he groaned and tossed in his bed opening his eyes to glare at his friend.

"Oh don't give me that look Blaine now get your ass up and get ready for school." She ordered and tore the blankets off his body only to jump back with a screech.

"Holy morning wood Blaine! For the love of god take care of that thing!" She exclaimed and threw the blankets back down. He started giggling hysterically at her as she covered her eyes frantically.

"But Izzy I don't wanna go to school!" he whined between laughs.

"Look I get you might want to jerk off all day but I'm not going to let you so go get in the shower to get ready and handle that missile your smuggling in your briefs! You have twenty minutes Blaine Anderson." She yelled before running out of his room leaving him in his heap of laughs.

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After he got ready and handled his…situation Blaine couldn't stop giggling at Isabelle because of her reaction, plus it was like karma, she ruins a perfectly good dream involving Kurt Hummel she gets dramatized in return.

"Stop giggling it's not funny I think I suffered brain damage from what I saw this morning!" Isabelle yelled as she drove towards the school and Blaine could barely contain in his giggles.

"Well at least you're sure you're a lesbian." Blaine nudged her shoulder with a smile.

"Yes I am definitely sure, let's just hope I don't end up being reassured again." She exasperated as she parked.

"Can't we just skip today?" Blaine whined and dramatically slid further down his seat.

"Come on its Friday only seven hours here and we have two free days." She comforted as she reached for inside her backpack, Blaine simply pouted.

"Blaine, is this about yesterday?" She sighed and pulled out her compact.

"Yes it's about yesterday Izzy, I mean I made a huge fool of myself there's no way I can face him." He sighed and looked over to the school entrance.

"Blaine…" She sighed and put away her compact, Blaine turned to her with a dopey look.

"Blaine just talk to him, you never know what might happen."

"But-"

"No 'But's' Blaine, just take a chance and talk okay? Now go walk in there with your head held up high and get shit done." She clapped her hand on his shoulder before opening her door and walking away from the car with her backpack slung lazily over her shoulder.

Blaine sighed, the idea of talking to Kurt was already making him sick but he knew if he didn't go in there Isabelle wouldn't give up on making him. He unbuckled his seat belt in defeat and grabbed his bag before getting out of the car and jogging after Isabelle.

"That's my boy." She smiled and pressed the small button on her keychain to lock the car.

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Blaine sat wearily in biology and watched as Isabelle doodled different eyeliner styles, as the teacher droned on about functions of the intestines he peered out the small glass window in the door. Suddenly he saw Kurt exiting the math lab across the hallway. He shot a look of panic to Isabelle before snatching her notebook away.

Do you know what class Kurt has next period? He scribbled frantically and slid the notebook back to her.

At first she looked confused but like always she got the point and wrote back.

Gym, but he's usually excused for some extra cheerios practice.

Where exactly would be be?

The field or the locker room. Go.

Blaine peered up at the clock, there was only three minutes of class left but he couldn't wait.

"Mrs. Granville can I get a pass to-"

"Just go." The teacher said plainly before turning back to her PowerPoint.

Blaine didn't waste any time he picked up his backpack and shot a smile to Isabelle before jogging out the room. His heart was beating fast with each corner he turned and each inch he got closer to the locker rooms. Suddenly the bell rang and students started to flood the hallways he started to jog and push through the sea of teenagers. He finally saw the gym doors only a few feet away he started to move a bit faster until he ran into something tall and stiff, he fell to the floor in seconds.

"Look at this dweeb, you're like a helpless ant I've seen old ladies stronger than you hobbit." Azimio's voice rang in Blaine ears as he tried to recover from his fall and the harsh hit to his head. He could hear the sounds of student's feet growing fainter and fainter, everyone was already getting to their next class and he could still sense Azimio and his football buddies hovering over him.

Blaine tried to anchor himself up to sitting position but was only pushed back down, he breathed through his nose before attempting again.

"Better stop playing dork we don't play nice just lay there and take what we give." One of his anonymous football friends spoke from behind him. Blaine thought back to the task at hand he needed to get to Kurt, to talk to him. Quickly he stood up stumbling back into the lockers his vision lightly blurry but coming back. Suddenly he was pulled away and slammed back into the cold metal lockers causing him to hear and loud ring in his ear; he was hit in the same spot he fell on.

The sound of the footballer's chuckle seemed overpoweringly loud, with all of his strength Blaine stood straight and began tumbling to the gym doors.

"Don't even try…" Azimio threatened but it was too late Blaine pushed open the doors and was stumbling to the locker room. Halfway across the gym now Blaine heard the doors open again from behind him and quick movements and squeaks of sneakers he sped up despite his blurry vision.

He reached a door which he guessed led to the locker rooms and pushed it open and quickly fell to the ground when he took one step inside the blurry room.

"Blaine?"

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Isabelle watched with a smile as Blaine jogged out of the room confidently and shot her a smile before disappearing out the door. Blaine was a good friend and a nice person he deserved to have someone love him, not the way she did, but the way everyone yearns to be loved.

She wasn't blind she could see the way both of them stole looks from each other but she wanted them to get together on their own. Blaine was a good person in a general and any guy would be an idiot not to like him, if he had boobs and a vagina she would be climbing him like a ladder.

She was broke from her thoughts when the end period bell rang; she sat up and shrugged on her back pack before saying goodbye to Mrs. Granville and heading out the room. She strode to her locker and twisted the knob idly to her combination numbers but the door wouldn't budge.

"Need some help babe?" A deep voice spoke from behind her; she turned around with a confused expression to see Noah Puckerman smirking at her.

"Excuse me?" she furrowed her brow and placed a hand on her hip.

"Here I'm the master of getting lockers open your lock is probably old, what's your combo?" He moved in front of her and set his hand on the dial.

"Of course I'll tell you my combo so you can vandalize it or steal from it later." She said sarcastically.

"Just trust me okay and plus it's not like they can give you a new locker or a padlock." He shrugged; she eyed him for a few seconds before sighing in defeat.

"5, 17, 9, 7." She said dryly and rested her shoulder against Blaine's closed locker. After a few seconds of him twisting the small know the door finally opened he stepped back and gave her a dorky grin.

"Thanks." She mumbled before walking forward and reaching to get her books.

"What no sugar for your savior?" Puck asked and leaned against the locker on the other side of hers.

"You only opened my locker Puck; I hardly think that's on the same level as saving my life." She chuckled and looked over to the mirror stuck on her door to fix her gloss.

"Call me Noah." He said in an awkwardly sensual voice.

"Uhm okay Noah, still no sugar for you." She sighed and rubbed her lips together spreading the crimson color lipstick evenly on her lips.

"Red looks good on you." He complimented as he peered at her reflection.

"Thanks I just bought it yesterday, Crimson Tide." She said contently before stuffing the thin black tube of lipstick back in her locker.

Suddenly Puck shut her locker and she jumped back, she realized the hallways were empty now.

"I really like red it's one of my favorite colors." He stepped closer to her and looked at her lips.

"Uhm that's cool but I'm going to be late for history so-"

"You, me, at Breadstix tonight? I'll pick you up at seven." He said quickly as she turned away from him.

"I can't I have plans with Blaine." She mumbled before she began stalking down the hallway.

"Hold up, so you are dating him?" Puck jogged after her.

"Dating who?" She stopped and asked with an annoyed tone.

"That Blaine guy." He answered.

"What the hell gave you that idea?" She yelped.

"Kurt told me you two were dating but I didn't believe that Blaine guy seems super gay." He explained.

"You're and idiot you know tha- Oh my god! Kurt? Kurt thinks we're dating?" She yelled and pushed him against the locker.

"Yeah he totally flipped on me yesterday for saying different, but if your single I am more that willing to change tha-"

"Oh my god I have to go! Thanks Puck." She jumped up and hugged him before running down the opposite hallway, leaving him satisfied since he totally felt her boob.

Isabelle was running as fast as she could, that explained so much, why Kurt sang he was jealous and just…oh my god everything made so much sense now to her. She pushed the gym doors open and was confused for second when she saw Azimio and company leaving out the other exit. With all distractions aside she raced to the locker room doors only to see a heartwarming display.

Blaine was laid down on one of the wooden benches between the gym lockers and Kurt…..he was…they were…THEY WERE KISSING! Oh my god her little Blainers was kissing his man, that's achievement!

She squeaked out of joy which turned out to be bad thing because Kurt jumped away from the kiss and looked at Isabelle with panic.

"Kurt –"

"I-I'm so sorry!" Kurt yelped with tears in his eyes before running out of the locker room pushing her aside. She would have ran after him but her best friends whimpers stopped her, Blaine was now sitting up holding his head in his hands and crying.

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