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Twaine: Chapter 5


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 7/? - Created: Jan 29, 2012 - Updated: Aug 05, 2013
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Author's Notes: A/N: Hello :) Welcome to chapter 5! Disclaimer: I don't own any characters that sound familiar to you, these are owned by FOX and the creators of Glee and Stephenie Meyer.The story is based of 'Twilight' by Stephenie Meyer.
Still feeling numb, I walked to English.

When I entered the classroom I didn't immediately realize that class had already started.

"Great that you decided to join, Mr. Hummel," Mr. Mason said, sounding irritated.

I blushed and went to sit down quickly, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

After class Nick and Jeff waited for me at the door, since the accident they always did that. I had only told my friends what actually happened, I didn't tell them in every detail but it was apparently enough to have them walking around me like bodyguards. It was very sweet of them, definitely, but it could also be a bit annoying.

They were planning a trip to the beach since it would stop raining for the weekend. I tried to sound excited but I wasn't really looking forward to going to a beach when it was only about 46 degrees outside, if we were lucky.

But I did want to spend some with my friends, trying to neglect the annoying thing on my mind that was Blaine.

The rest of the morning went by rather quickly. I had trouble believing that what had happened that morning hadn't been a part of my imagination. The way Blaine had said those words, the way he looked when he spoke them. I sighed, maybe it had been a extremely real looking daydream? That made way more sense than thinking Blaine would like me, or even talk to me without being angry.

I was feeling a little anxious when I walked into the cafeteria with Mercedes and Tina. I tried to look around nonchalantly. I wondered if he would regret talking to me again, if he would give me those angry glares that frightened me so much again.

Mercedes and Tina were idly chatting about the dance, and their dates and were completely unaware of my lack of attention to them.

I felt a jolt of disappointment when I looked at their table and saw he wasn't there. As before, the other four were sitting there but he wasn't. I felt crushed, had he left again? Would it be the same as the last time? Would he ignore me at first, then be angry with me to ignore me after, again.

My hunger was immediately gone so I settled with only a can of soda, the terrible feeling never leaving me.

"Blaine Anderson is staring at you again," Mercedes informed me. "I wonder why he would be sitting alone today..?"

I almost gave myself a whiplash as I looked up extremely fast. I followed her gaze and saw that, indeed, Blaine was sitting by himself today. He was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria at an empty table, and was smiling an amazing smile, even from this distance it was madly enchanting.

Once he had my attention he held up his hand and motioned with his index finger for me to come join him. I was still starting at him in disbelief, he winked, he actually winked!

"Does he mean you?" Mercedes asked, sounding as well surprised as amused.

"Maybe he needs help with his Biology homework or something," I said, confused myself. "Emm, I'd better go see what he wants." I muttered.

She laughed, "go get him white boy."

I turned around, glancing at her, what if had heard that?

I walked over to his table, I stopped in front of it, not sure whether to sit down or keep standing.

"Why don't you sit with me today," he asked smiling.

I sat down, looking at him suspiciously, what was he doing? He was still smiling, it didn't seem as if he would start yelling at me.

I tried to think of any reason, just any particular reason he would ask me to sit with him. It was too surreal to think someone like that would want to be seen with someone like me, I looked at him, he seemed even more beautiful when he wasn't angry, I sighed and wondered if he was about to vanish and turn out to be some sort of cruel, beautiful dream.

It didn't seem like he was about to start speaking, so I decided to break the silence.

"Well this is different." I said, not sounding angry but not sounding friendly either.

"Well.." He didn't continue immediately, "I decided that if I'm going to hell anyway, I might as well do it right."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I said, now getting really suspicious, maybe he was here to insult me.

He smiled, "I told you, we shouldn't be friends."

"I seriously don't understand you," I said, because I really didn't.

"I know, I believe your friends are mad at me because I stole you from them." He smiled.

I quickly glanced over and saw that they were all glancing at me, curiously but on also a little bit cautious.

"They'll get over it," It was out of my mouth before I even knew it. I sat back, hoping I hadn't offended him, or scared him or anything.

Quite the opposite happened. "Well I may not give you back, though," he said with some sort of wicked glint in his eyes.

I stared at him, swallowing audibly.

He laughed, "You look worried."

"No," I said, but, of course, my voice broke, -stupid Blaine-. "More a bit surprised.. But do care to enlighten me, why the sudden change?"

"As I said before, I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I give up." His smile didn't fall, but his eyes were a little more serious by now.

"You're giving up?" I asked, confused and a little bit startled.

"Yes, I'm giving up trying to be good, you know? Wait, don't actually answer that, of course you don't. Erm- I'm just going to do whatever I want from now, see where it takes me." He didn't smile anymore by now, his voice looking a little pained and maybe scared?

"You lost me again." I told him, as I still had no idea what he was talking about.

The breathtaking smile reappeared back onto his face. "Ah, I always talk too much when I'm around you- that could be a problem."

I snorted at that, "well don't worry. I have no idea what you're talking about anyway."

"And I'm counting on that."

"So, without all the crap, are we friends now?"

"Friends.." he said it, not confirming it, but neither denying it.

"Or not," I muttered, feeling rejected for some twisted reason.

He grinned. "Well we could always try, I suppose. But just to be clear, I'm not a good friend for you, Kurt." His smile was still there, but I could see he really meant it.

"You keep saying that," I noticed out loud. I tried to hide the sudden urge to do a little victory dance, had I finally got through to him?

"Yes, but that is because you don't seem to realize it, because if you were smart you would've been avoiding me."

"Yes, so you've said. I think you've made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear, too." I narrowed my eyes at him.

He smiled apologetically.

"But let's say I'm not smart, we could try to be friends?" I tried to keep the confusion out of my voice, but I was definitely confused, if not surprised at the sudden change.

"You could say that, yes."

I had no idea what to do know, so we were friends.. okay. Did that mean he wasn't angry with me anymore? Was he ever angry with me in the first place? I stared down at my can of diet coke, which suddenly seemed very interesting.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, sounding curious.

I looked into his intense, beautiful, warm colored eyes and it seemed like my filter was gone.

"I'm trying to find out what you are." I said softly.

He clenched his teeth and it seemed to cost him a lot of effort to try and keep the smile on his face. "Are you having any luck with that?" he asked.

"Not really," I admitted.

He chuckled, "any theories yet?"

I blushed. Last month it had been between Batman, Spiderman and just simply a dream. But one thing was for sure, I wasn't about to tell him.

"You don't want to tell me?" He said sounding amused, but then he gave me a rather seductive smile.

I shook my head, looking away for a few seconds, "way to embarrassing."

"That's really frustrating, you know," he complained.

"No," I disagreed, I narrowed my eyes at him. "I can't even imagine why something like that would be frustrating, not at all- people who make cryptic little comments that are directed to you and they keep you up at night, wondering what they could mean... in what way would that be frustrating?" I said sarcastically, remembering how upset I had been all the time.

He looked at me for a while, but before he could say something I continued.

"Wait, to make it ever better." I said, trying to let him understand how annoyed I had felt all this time. "say that person was also hiding all sort of secrets from you and was also doing all sorts of bizarre things- from practically saving someone's life to treating you like he's just seen you pass away the plague, and never, not once, explains that. That, would also be very non-frustrating."

"Well you've got a bit of a temper, don't you?"

I looked at him in annoyance, still no apology or whatsoever. "I just don't like double standards, also I happen to like my bitchy-ness, thank you very much." I sniffed, feeling rather irritated again.

He just stared at me, not smiling this time. I had no intentions of looking away either, not about to let him get away with this.

He glanced over my shoulder, presumably looking over at my friends, surprisingly enough he chuckled.

"What?"

"Those friends of yours, they seem to think I am being unpleasant to you."

"Well, weren't you? Also, how do you know?"

"I don't like to think so, do you? Well some people are just easy to read." He told me.

"Except me, of course" I said, remembering he seemed so annoyed that he didn't know what I was thinking.

"Yes, except you.." His voice seemed to change, his eyes intense again, "I wonder why".

I had to look away, his look too intense. I was absently fidgeting with my can of diet coke, now and then taking a sip while looking at the table in absence.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asked, sounding somewhat distracted.

"No," I said. Because I wasn't, but I wasn't about to admit that was because of him, -stupid butterflies-.

"How about yourself?" I just noticed he hadn't eaten anything either, well at least not since I went to sit next to him, what would his reason be?

"No, I'm not hungry." He smiled, his face as if he had just said something funny.

"You have to promise me something," I said, a little hesitating.

"Oh, and what might that be?" He said it jokingly but I could see his face become a little apprehensive.

I rolled my eyes, half joking, "it's not much, it's just.." I waited, not really sure if I should continue.

He waited for me to go on, his face curious but cautious.

"Could you maybe.." I sighed, "warn me, the next time you're going to ignore me for your own good." I didn't look at him as I finished, feeling embarrassed at the question.

He seemed to rethink my question a few seconds before actually answering, "sure".

I looked up, anxious for his reaction.

He chuckled at the look on my face, but tried to suppress it when he saw my glare. "But," he said, as if there was a condition. "You have to answer one of my questions."

I rolled my eyes, "fine, what do you want to know."

"One of your theories," he looked at me.

"No," there was just no way I was going to tell him that.

"I'm sorry? You just promised you'd answer me." he reminded me.

"Well technically I didn't promise you, also since when are we about keeping promises?"

He didn't seem to be interested in a discussion, "just one theory, I promise I won't laugh."

I pressed my lips together, "I'm pretty sure you're going to laugh." I admitted, I was sure he would.

He looked away for a second, then back at me, his beautiful, smoldering golden eyes piercing into mine. "Please," he said while leaner closer to me.

I blinked quickly, my mind turned blank and my heart started beating uncomfortably fast, my stomach making the irritating flip again.

"Erm- what?" I asked, having totally forgotten what we were talking about. -how could one do that?-

"Could you please tell me one theory," he asked, his eyes still focused on mine and he hadn't leaned back yet.

"Bitten by a radioactive spider?" It was out of my mouth before I knew it. What was this, sorcery?

"Well that isn't very creative," he said, sounding somewhat amused.

I sighed, "well, that's all I've got."

He chuckled, "you're not even close, actually."

narrowed my eyes at him, "we agreed no laughing! But no spiders?"

He smiled apologetically, "no".

"And no radioactivity?"

"Damn," I sighed again.

"Kryptonite doesn't bother me either, so you know". He chuckled.

"You're laughing again, jeez, you're not very good at keeping promises are you?"

He tried to compose his face, which he failed at may I add.

"It doesn't matter, I'll find out anyway." I told him, not sure if I would but I wasn't about to give up.

"I wish you wouldn't," he was suddenly very serious again.

"Because..?"

"Well," he paused, "what if I'm.. what if I'm not the superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?" He smiled playfully, but his voice was soft, vulnerable, something I hadn't heard before.

"Oh," I didn't want to offend him, neither did I want to scare him away when he was finally starting to open himself up. I tried to consider what he had just told me, "I see.."

"Really?" His face suddenly changed, all evidence of the previous smile completely gone. He looked confused, or maybe confused wasn't the right word.. was it scared? Was he scared?

"You're dangerous?" I guessed. I couldn't stop my heart from beating faster, he was dangerous, wasn't he? It's what he had been telling me over, and over again.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with so much emotion I had trouble with not looking away, but I didn't want to hurt him. I had never seen him look so vulnerable.

"But you're not bad," I was whispering by now. I shook my head, "No, I don't believe you're bad."

"You're wrong," His voice was barely audible. He looked away from me, absently looking down at his hands.

I knew he meant what he said, he hadn't been joking. I wondered why I wasn't scared, I mean, I should be, right? But all I felt were nerves, sympathy and fascination for this boy. The usual as when I was around him, well now there was also sympathy which normally had been annoyance.

We didn't talk for a long time, the cafeteria was almost empty when I noticed that, hey, there was still a real world out there.

I jumped of the chair, feeling a bit dizzy at the sudden movement. "We're going to be late if we don't hurry."

"I'm not going today," he said. At least this time I knew it wasn't my fault, because it wasn't, right?

"Why not?" I asked him, still confused.

"It's healthy to ditch class every now and then." He smiled at me, but it was nothing compared to how he had smiled at me before, his eyes were filled with worries.

"Well I think I'm going," I told him, not sure if I could ever function again if I would stay here with him.

He looked away again, "Well I guess I'll see you around then."

I hesitated, not sure if I should stay or not. He looked really upset about something, but then there was the fact that he probably wouldn't even talk about it.

I turned around one last time while walking towards Biology, he hadn't moved an inch.

When I was out of sight I had to stop before entering the classroom. My head was spinning like crazy and I felt even more confused about him than I had before. He seemed so different, wiser, and maybe less annoying.

I sat down in my seat, next to the empty one. Mr. Banner wasn't there yet, I sighed in relief, at least I wouldn't have to worry about that.

I saw Tina looking my way, curiously. Of course there was that, everyone probably wanted to know what Blaine and I had talked about. I sighed, so much for a private conversation. It had felt like that though, I honestly hadn't even realized we were in the cafeteria, or just on earth, after a while.

When Mr. Banner finally came walking through the door I saw he was carrying something, they looked like cardboard boxes. He put them down on a table, somewhere in the back and told everyone to pick up a box. After a lot of awkward shuffling and pushing, everyone had a box.

When I got closer to the table I noticed who was sitting there, it was Karofsky. That was strange, I didn't recall him being in my Biology class? He looked at me, I felt a shiver run down my spine when I saw how angry he was looking. Sure, it was nothing compared to how Blaine had looked at me, but it turned out that he didn't hate me, Karofsky did. I went to sit back down very quickly, trying to ignore his glare and focus.

"Okay, so this" Mr. Banner held up something, presumably a card. "Is a indicator card," he went on, while holding up a white card with four squares marked on it. "The second one is this thing," he held up something that looked like a toothless comb. "And third we have a sterile micro-lancet." I could barely see the barb from here, but my stomach still flipped at the idea.

"I'll be passing out these and a dropper of water so you can prepare your cards, please don't start before I get you one" He looked at a few student in particular.

"If that's all settled I want you to carefully prick your finger with the lancet.." He went to Karofsky's table and jabbed the spike into the tip of his middle finger. I felt a thin layer of sweat breaking out onto my face.

"Just.. put a small drop of blood on each of the prongs." He demonstrated it, squeezing Karofsky's finger until the blood flowed. Karofsky looked rather amused. I felt my stomach clenching together, me and blood did not particularly get along.

"And apply it to the card," he held up the card which was now covered in four red fingerprints. I tried to ignore the ringing sound in my ears, closing my eyes.

"The Red Cross is having a blood drive next weekend, so I thought it might be helpful you all know your blood type." He looked a little but proud, as if it was a great idea. "Oh, also if you're under eighteen you need to have your parents permission. I have the slips at my desk."

While he continued through the room with his water drops I put my head down on my table. Trying to ignore all the signs that meant fainting. I tried to breath slowly in and out through my mouth.

"Mr. Hummel, are you okay?" He asked me, his voice sounding a bit anxious.

"I already know my blood type Mr. Banner," I said weakly, not looking up from my table.

"Are you feeling dizzy?" He asked.

"Yeah," I muttered, I was feeling rather stupid for not ditching class like Blaine.

"Mr. Karofsky, could you please take Kurt to the school nurse?" Mr. Banner asked.

I looked up, despite my dizziness, I was well aware that Karofsky would rather cut me then bring me to the school nurse.

He looked angry but didn't object, instead a sly smile spreading across his face, which didn't really comfort me.

"Can you walk?" Mr. Banner asked me.

"Yes," I whispered, not so sure at all but I didn't want Karofsky anywhere near me. I stoop up too quickly so I almost fell down, stars blocking my vision.

Much to my dislike Karofsky put his arm around my middle, and even more to my dislike I noticed I had to lean on him, because I was way too dizzy not to.

When we were around the corner from the cafeteria, outside the sight of building four, I stopped. "I can take it from here," I said, not looking at him.

"He asked me to bring you to the nurse," his answer was flat, somewhat angry, but not mean.

"Can I at least sit down," my voice was still too weak to really sound annoyed.

"Fine, whatever."

He lowered me onto the pavement, the cold concrete making me shiver. I didn't even have the strength to sit straight up so I was laying on my right side, the cold concrete against my cheek, I closed my eyes, it was somewhat clearing my head.

"Erm-, are you okay?" Karofsky asked.

Before I could answer him a familiar voice called from the distance, "Kurt?"

No! I really hoped I was imagining his voice at this moment.

"What's wrong? What did you do to him?" Blaine's voice sounded angry, also worried.

Damn, of course it wasn't my imagination. I didn't open my eyes, focusing on not throwing up and hoping he could ever look at me again, or hoping that he wasn't looking at me right now.

"I didn't do anything! He fainted or something!" Karofsky's voice sounded angry, maybe a little bit panicked.

"Just.. leave, I'll take him to the nurse." Blaine said, it was obvious this wasn't a discussion.

"But.." Karofsky paused, "fine" he grunted. He walked away, cursing Blaine for some reason.

"Kurt?" His voice was really close. "Can you hear me?"

"No," I grumbled. "Go away." I didn't really want him to go away, but I just didn't want him to see me like this, it made me feel weak and ugly.

He chuckled, "come on."

I had no idea what he meant because I had no intentions of walking, or just standing up at all.

Suddenly the pavement disappeared from underneath me. I quickly opened my eyes, feeling a little bit confused. Then I saw that, once again, Blaine had swiped me up in his arms, carrying me like I was nothing but a light feather.

"What are you doing?" I growled, really not wanting to throw up on him.

"Bringing you to the nurse, of course." He didn't stop walking.

"Put me down!" It didn't sound as fierce as I had meant it to, but I was still feeling really drowsy.

He ignored me request, still walking towards the nurse. Just like last time his arms were carrying me as far from his body as possible.

"So you faint when you see blood?" he asked. He was sounding a little amused.

I didn't answer him, I pressed my lips together, trying really hard to ignore my nausea. I didn't want to tell him the reason why I couldn't handle blood well.

"It wasn't even your own blood," he continued amused.

I cringed at the words, because last time it had been my own blood.. not to mention the time before that..

I felt him looking at me while I cringed, probably realizing he had brought up a sensitive subject. I hoped he wouldn't ask me about it.

He didn't, but maybe that was because we were now inside.

"Oh goodness," I heard a woman's voice.

"He fainted during Biology," Blaine explained.

I opened my eyes. I saw I was in the office, I saw Blaine was walking past the reception, towards the nurse's door. Ms. Cope, the same woman who had handed me my schedules, ran ahead of him to hold it open.

The nurse looked up from her book, looking a little confused, especially when she saw Blaine was carrying me in.

Blaine carefully put me down on the bed, the plastic crackling underneath me. He didn't stand next to, instead he walked to the other corner of the room, as far away from me as was possible in this tiny room. His eyes shimmered excitingly.

"He's only a little dizzy," he assured the, still a little confused, nurse.

I would have rolled my eyes if I could, I felt extremely stupid. It was like I was five years old and he had to explain everything and carry me everywhere.

"They're blood typing in Biology."

The nurse nodded understandingly, "There's always one."

I heard Blaine cough, probably hiding a laugh. I was going to ask him what was up with that! Well, once I was able to death-glare him correctly.

"You just lie down for a few minutes, honey; it'll pass."

"I know," I finally found my voice again. The nausea was fading a bit.

"Does this happen often?" she asked.

"Only since last year," I said softly. From the corner of my eye I saw Blaine looking curiously my way.

"Oh, that's strange. Have you had any unpleasant encounters with blood last year?

"Erm-, yes." I felt a slight bush creeping up onto my cheeks. Blaine's smile had vanished, his eyes looking a bit worried.

"And that had to do with you I assume?"

"Yes.." I answered quietly. I saw Blaine clenching his jaw a little.

"Oh, well yes, then that makes sense. Just try to take a few deep breaths." She looked towards Blaine, "don't you have a class to attend?"

"Yes, but I'm supposed to stay with him?" He said it with so much confidence and authority that she didn't argue with him, even though she did purse her lips.

"Let me get some ice for your forehead, dear," she said to me, walking out of the room.

I didn't want to give him a chance to ask about my 'blood encounters' so I spoke as soon as the nurse was out of the room.

"You were absolutely right."

"I usually am, but do tell me about what in particular."

"About the fact that ditching can be healthy." I tried to take even, deep, breaths.

"You really scared me back there," he said after a short pause. His voice sounded like he was admitting something that seemed to pain him. As if he felt weak or maybe humiliated. "I thought Karofsky succeeded this time."

I flinched at his words, knowing I would probably not even be here if it wasn't for him.

"You seem worried," he said.

I bit my lip, it wasn't really that I was worried. I just.. I had no idea if Karofsky would ever try to hurt me again. I was also afraid what would happen if he did try..

"Nothing, it's just.." I didn't want to seem so weak around him. I didn't want him to think I was one of those complaining, annoying people.

"It's just what?" he said softly, encouraging me to continue.

"Blood reminds me of the last time when you found me and the time in New York," I blurted out. There, I said it! But why didn't it feel better? I was afraid he'd judge me, afraid he would tell me to man up.

His jaw seemed to tense a little bit more, but I did notice. Then his eyes went soft, "I'm sorry."

I looked away, not really sure why but I felt tears stinging in my eyes and I wasn't about to let him see me cry.

Suddenly he stood closer to me, reaching out his hand but quickly thinking better of the idea and let it fall next to his side. Instead he just stood there, just closer, but never reaching out to me.

I tried my best to stop the tears from falling, but when they did I quickly wiped them away.

I suddenly remembered that Karofsky, I shivered at the name, was supposed to bring me here and I had no idea where Blaine came from.

"Wait, wasn't Ka- he," I didn't want to say his name,"supposed to bring me here?"

"Yes, but I'd rather bring you myself than see him near you again." He narrowed his eyes for a second.

I felt a little flutter in my stomach, not sure why. But it seemed like Blaine cared about me, well cared enough about me to not stand and watch Karofsky bully me. It confused me though, but then again when wasn't Blaine confusing?

I nodded, not really sure what to say to that. Then I realized something, "wait, how did you notice me this time? I thought you were cutting class?"

I was feeling a little bit better already, the dizziness still there but at least I could think straight again. I was glad I didn't eat anything at lunch, because it was probably for the better that my stomach was empty.

"Oh, I was listening to some music in my car." His answer surprised me, it was such a normal thing to say.

The door went open, the nurse came walking towards me. She pressed a cold compress to my forehead. "Good, you're looking a little better already."

"I feel better, actually." I went to sit up straight, holding myself up with one hand, the other hand still pressing to compress to my head. I didn't feel very dizzy and the walls didn't seem to move anymore, the only annoying thing was the ringing noise in my ears.

I saw she was about to disagree with me when the door opened again, revealing Ms. Cope. "We've got another one," she said.

I jumped of the bed so the other person could lie down, putting the compress on the bed and trying to steady myself on the ground. I had to lean on Blaine to make sure I didn't fall down, he made sure I was steady and immediately let go again.

Because there were suddenly so many people in the small room I was being pressed against Blaine, not that I minded, but he didn't seem completely comfortable.

"Kurt, go the the office, now." I looked at him in surprise.

"Trust trust me, okay?"

Confused I turned around, he quickly closed the door behind me. I felt him walking behind me, probably afraid I'd faint again any second.

"Did you just listen to me?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"I smelled blood," I said, scrunching my nose at the terrible smell. Apparently Lee didn't faint because of others their blood, like me.

"Humans can't even smell blood," he disagreed.

"Well apparently I'm not human, because I can, and I find it extremely gross."

He was looking at me, his eyes intense and his face showing an expression I hadn't seen on him before, but I couldn't really explain what it meant.

Karofsky came walking back out of the room, he was looking angrily in my, and Blaine's, direction. But quickly walked away when Blaine gave him an even more terrifying look, scolding under his breath.

Blaine looked after him, his expression showing hate or anger. I didn't know he disliked him that much, was it because of me? Or did he already hate him before I came around?

"Don't you like him?" It was out of my mouth before I knew it, but I didn't look away.

"Isn't that obvious? No, I don't like him, I sort of despise him." Blaine said, even though the last part was more a low whisper.

I shivered at the hatred in his voice, he always knew how to express emotion with so much extra layers. Sometimes that was kind of scary, sometimes it would be confusing and sometimes it would make my heart flutter.

Suddenly I remembered that I still had class, I groaned "Gym."

It seemed to distract him for a few seconds, "Why don't you let me handle that."

Suddenly his, low, voice was right in my ear, "you should sit down and look pale." Even if I didn't have to sit down I probably would have to anyway, he was so close to me.. and his voice was right in my ear. I felt something happen.. well down there and a blush crept up on my cheeks. My heart was beating rather fast and I was actually scared he might hear it. I tried to think about something else since I was supposed to look pale.

I quickly sat down, crossing my legs just in case, and closed my eyes. I realized how exhausted I was, this was always very tiring, I meant the fainting was!

I heard Blaine talking to the woman behind the desk, "Ms. Cope?"

"Yes, dear?" I didn't even notice she'd come back.

"Kurt's next class is gym but I don't feel like he had restored enough to go. Actually I thought I'd better bring him home. Do you think you could excuse him from class?" His voice was like melting honey. I could only imagine his eyes being even more intense.

"Sure, do you need to be excused too?" She asked, her voice sounding a little flustered. I felt sorry for her, I knew how it was to become flustered by his intense eyes, how did he do that?

"Oh, no thank you I have Ms. Goff, she won't mind."

"Good, okay, no problem! Good luck, Kurt." She added towards me, her voice still a bit shaky.

I nodded in her direction, as if I was too tired too talk back.

"Do you think you can walk again?"

"Pretty sure," I tried to make my voice sound a bit stronger than I was feeling.

He studied me for a few seconds, which made me feel totally uncomfortable by the way, and then decided to let me walk.

I stoop up rather slowly, still feeling his eyes on me which didn't really help me to stay focused. Once I was standing I felt a little dizzy but tried to not let it show.

He held the door open for me, his smile polite but his eyes were still a bit worried. I walked outside, sighing as I felt the cold mist around me. It felt nice, somewhat refreshing, it was the first time I actually appreciated the wet weather.

"Thanks," I said when he was walking outside too. "It's almost worth getting sick to miss Gym."

"Anytime." He was staring straight ahead, looking at the thick clouds of mist.

I saw Nick and Jeff walking, laughing, probably planning ideas for the trip this weekend. Suddenly I wondered if Blaine would be there as well.

"So are you coming, too? The beach trip I mean." Was it okay to ask that? I really hoped he would even though it seemed unlikely. I couldn't imagine him hanging out with the rest of us, not that I didn't want him to, but it just seemed.. out of place. But at least it would be a little more interesting if he came too.

"Where exactly are you going then?" He was still staring ahead, not looking at me.

"La Push, First Beach." I looked at his face, trying to read his expression. He seemed to narrow his eyes just a bit.

He probably noticed my glare because he looked at me from the corners of his eyes, smiling a little. "I don't believe I was invited."

I snorted, "I just did, remember?"

His smile became a little wider for a second, "I don't think you and I should push your friends even more this week. We don't want them to interrogate you to death." His eyes seemed to glister with what seemed like, amusement?

"Yeah.." I muttered, I was a little thrown of track by the way he said 'you and I'. I knew I liked it way more than I should. We were already at the parking lot.

I went left, towards where I parked my truck. Suddenly I felt something grab my coat, pulling me back. I flinched, my first reaction was to run away but then I realized it was only Blaine.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Sorry, but I had to stop you, where do you think you're going?" He asked, his voice only sounding nice while apologizing. He didn't let go of my coat.

I was confused once again, "home? Where else would I go?"

"Didn't you just hear me telling Ms. Cope I would bring you home. And you really think I'm going to let you drive in your condition?" His voice full of disbelief.

I rolled my eyes, "what 'condition'? Also, I don't know if you noticed but I have a car, how do you want to solve that problem, then?" I complained.

"Simple, I'll just have Emma drop it of after school." He had started towing me towards his car, still holding my coat.

I knew there was no way I could free myself from his grip, he was way too strong. And if I tried he probably wouldn't even notice.

"Let go! This is designer, just so you know!" I informed him. I could practically hear him roll his eyes, he ignored my command.

Once we reached his Volvo, he finally let go of my coat. I smoothed the fabric, sniffing in annoyance.

"You are so pushy!" I grumbled.

"Door is open," was all he said. He climbed into the driver's seat.

"I am perfectly capable of driving home by myself!" I refused to get into the car. It had started raining harder, so the wet rain was dripping over my face, I tried to hide the shiver I felt.

He lowered the automatic window and leaned towards me across the seat, looking at me. "Just get in, Kurt."

I knew his eyes could make me forget I was mad at him so I purposefully avoided them. I looked towards where my truck was standing, calculating my chances of actually making it to the truck before he could get me. I huffed in annoyance when I realized those were small.

"I'll just drag you back," he threatened, guessing what I was plotting.

I tried to maintain some dignity while getting into his car. I denied that it wasn't really working, especially since I looked like a half drowned cat.

"This is completely unnecessary." I said, avoiding eye contact.

He didn't answer. He just turned the heater up and turned the music volume a little lower. When he pulled out of the parking lot I decided to ignore him for the rest of the way home but that's when I recognized the music and my curiosity got the better of me.

"Clair de Lune?" I asked in surprise.

"You know Debussy?" he asked, also sounding surprised.

"Well just a little," I admitted. "My mom used to play a lot of classic music back home. But I only remember all my favorites."

"Really? This happens to be one of my favorites, too." He smiled, but he wasn't looking at me, he was staring outside the window, hopefully at the road.

I listened to the music, trying to let the familiar tones calm me down. Soon I felt way more relaxed, sitting deeper in the gray, leather, chair. I looked outside, seeing the trees form into some sort of green blur and suddenly wondered how fast we were going. It didn't feel as if we were, the car was moving slow and steady, but I did notice how fast everything went past us.

"What's your mother like?" He asked suddenly, startling me with the question. He was looking at me this time, his eyes curious and searching.

"Erm- well she kinda looks like me, only prettier." I told him. He lifted his eyebrows in question. "Well feminine looks work on women, not on guys." I rolled my eyes obviously at him, he didn't laugh as I expected him to. He pressed his lips together but didn't say anything.

I clear my throat, "anyway, she was always really sweet, just like a mom should be. We could spend hours talking about Broadway or music or our crush on Tom Felton," I chuckled but quickly realized what I had just admitted and tried to hide my blush. It didn't seem to bother him so I continued when he still didn't interrupt me. "She was always very passionate, she always knew what she wanted but she was willing to give it all up for the ones she loved." I smiled, talking about her made me miss her. "She was my best friend but could also be a mom."

"How old are you, Kurt?" I didn't know why but his voice sounded a little frustrated. He stopped the car, I looked out of the window and saw that we were already at my house. It was raining so hard now that I could barely see the house, it looked as if the rain formed a shield over the car.

"I'm seventeen," I answered, a little confused.

"You don't seem seventeen." He concluded, it made me laugh.

"What?" he asked, sounding curious again.

"My mom used that say that too. She used to say that I grew up too fast." I smiled at the memory. "Well I could say the same thing about you actually," I said.

His face seemed to change for a few seconds before he decided to change the subject.

"Did your mother ever remarry?"

"No, well she dated this guy for a few months, turned out he didn't really approve of well homosexuality so she dumped. After that she dated a few more times but it never got serious, I've always blamed myself for it.." I had no idea why I was telling him all this, but he did ask, right? "But nowadays she's too busy with her career so she doesn't really have time," I said, looking at him as if to ask if I answered his question.

"So she stopped dating them because they weren't descent human beings? You can't beat yourself up over that, Kurt." His voice was full of truth, his eyes boring into mine.

I tried to remember how to breath, his eyes still making me completely dizzy. "But it's true, because if I wasn't.. well what I am, she would've been happy by now." I admitted.

"Did she ever tell you she was unhappy? Did she ever give you a reason to believe it was your fault?" He asked, not angry, just actually caring.

"Well.. no, but it's still there."

"You can't blame yourself just because your mother loves you. Would you want your mother the end with any of those guys?"

"Not really, no"

He smiled, "well there you have it."

It seemed so easy to believe him, as if he was really speaking the truth. I decided no to argue with him and just let it go.

"I wonder if.." he muttered.

Suddenly I was curious, "what?"

"Do you think she would think the same about you? Do you think she would disapprove someone you chose.." His expression became intense, his eyes searching mine.

"Erm, I-I think so.." he had to stop looking at me like that! "But she is the parent, doesn't that give her that the right to say so?"

"So.. no one too scary?" He teased.

I smiled, "that depends on what you mean with scary? Several piercings and covered in tattoos?" I made a face at the idea of that.

"That's one way to define it."

"Well, what would be your way then?"

He ignored my question by asking another one himself, "do you.. do you think I can be scary?" He raised one eyebrow, his smile still there and his tone still teasing but his eyes were a bit.. scared maybe?

I thought about it for a moment, I remembered how he had scared me at first, his angry glares that never stopped creeping me out. But I also remembered the way his eyes could look at mine..

"Well.. I think you could be, if you wanted to."

"Are you afraid of me?" His smile disappeared entirely now, his face looking serious.

"No." I knew I had answered too quickly. The smile returned onto his face.

I decided it was my turn to change the subject and ask a question myself. "So, what about your family?" I asked, "it's probably more interesting than my boring family stories." I smiled.

He looked a little cautious. "What about my family?"

"You were adopted right? By the Andersons?" I already knew this, but I thought it might be polite to ask it to him, instead of telling him I had heard it from somebody else.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"What happened to your real parents?" I wasn't really sure why I said the question out loud, I quickly checked on him, looking if I didn't cross 'the line'. But then again, what was 'the line' in this friendship?

"They passed away a long time ago," his voice sounded rehearsed.

"Sorry," I muttered, still not sure if he actually wanted to talk about it to me.

"I don't really remember them well. Anthony and Irene have been my parents for years."

"And you love them." It wasn't a question. It was obvious just by the way he talked about them, it was nice to see this side from him. Not that he had showed his angry side in a long time, but I was still afraid it might return.

"Yes," he smiled. It was such an honest smile, it almost made my heart melt. "I can't imagine to better people than them."

"You're very lucky," I smiled at him.

"I know."

"And your brothers and sisters?"

His glance left mine for a few seconds, he seemed to look at the clock on the dashboard. "My brothers and sisters as well. But they won't be too happy if they have to wait for me in the pouring rain."

"Oh right, sorry, I forgot" I admitted. I didn't feel like getting out of the car at all.

"Also, I think you'd like to have your truck back before your dad comes home, so you don't have to tell him what happened during Biology." He was grinning at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm pretty sure he's already heard. There are no secrets here in Forks, everybody knows everything." I sighed.

He laughed, but he seemed a little bit uncomfortable all of the sudden.

"Well, have fun this weekend, lovely sunbathing weather." He mentioned to the pouring rain with a smile.

"Won't you be there tomorrow, then?" I asked, already feeling my mood getting less happy.

"No, Wes and I are starting early this weekend."

"What are you going to do?" I was a little afraid for his reaction, but a friend could ask this.. right? I really hoped he wouldn't notice my disappointment.

"Oh, we're going camping in Goat Rocks Wilderness."

I remembered someone telling me the Andersons went camping a lot. "Oh, well have fun." I tried to sound enthusiastic and fake a smile. It didn't seem as if he bought it, a small smile formed at the corner of his lips.

He looked at me again, "could you please do something for me this weekend?" The full force of his golden-brown eyes hitting me so I could only nod helplessly.

"Don't take this personal, but you seem like one of those people who just attract trouble like a magnet. So.. please don't fall into the sea or get yourself ran over or something, okay?" He gave me one of his best smiles, I had no idea a smile could make me feel like this.

I tried to roll my eyes convincingly, not knowing whether to feel insulting by his question or touched that he actually seemed to care.

"Fine," I opened the door of the car and when I was halfway out of the car suddenly a somewhat important question popped up in my head.

"Blaine?"

"Hm?" he looked at me, questioning.

"How did you know where my house was?"

He shrugged, clearly not about to answer my question.

"Bye, Kurt." He leaned over to pull the door of the car close, he drove away, smiling.

I was still standing in the rain, frowning. I wondered how he knew where I lived.. But then the memory of how he had said my name came back to me. It wasn't like he normally did, a tone of sarcasm or anger.. No, it had been something different, but I had no idea what it was.

I quickly walked inside, somehow knowing he would still be smiling the rest of the car ride home.

End Notes: A/N: This was chapter 5! I didn't think I would make it for a few seconds! It was a really hard chapter to write! I hope I didn't make too much mistakes :p I will have my Beta check it anyway, if she actually does this time ;) Thank you for reading and let me know what you think! Follow me on Tumblr (url: angelmelange) or twitter (totallyxawesome) :)!

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