PinkandBlackShades
Aug. 12, 2011, 8:51 a.m.
His Consequence
I've been in such a depressing mood lately.I decided to write this story for Kayla,she said she wanted a happy story.But i'm sorry for that.This is a story about Blaine,and his consequence.I hate the ending,because i really wanted to put a happy ending,but i refused to."I still love you,"he whispered into his pillow,"I miss you."
K - Words: 474 - Last Updated: Aug 12, 2011 628 0 0 0 Categories: Angst, Drama, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Tags: hurt/comfort,
Author's Notes: Victoria,i remembered the story you told me.And so i used an idea from your story,and personal thing that happened to me,to make this.
"You need to leave",Kurt repeated.
"Baby,we can talk about thiss.We can talk,no?" Blaine laughed at his slurred words.
Kurt shook his head,clearly the intoxication was settling in.
"No,leave me house."Kurt replied forcefully.
"Kurtsie,"Blaine laughed again."Kurtsie this is our house,member ducky?"
"You need to leave",Kurt repeated once more.
It hurt him so much to say those four simple words. It hurt him how he was kicking Blaine out. But he couldn't deal with this anymore,he had enough.
Blaine reached out for Kurt but stumbled,making himself laugh again.
"Kurtsie,kurtsie,kurtsieeee!" He was obviously having fun with the name.
"Kurtsie,you look so pretty when you're mad."
Kurt rolled his eyes,"I'm tired of this Blaine. I'm tired of you doing this!"
He was raising his voice,something he hated to do,but right now he didn't care one bit.
"You get drunk twice a week! Every damn week! You come home at 4:00 in the morning knocking furniture down. Sometimes you don't even come home at all! I have to go pick you up at the police station!"
Kurt was now reaching for the doorknob,but he turned once moe to face Blaine.
"You have a woderful life ahead of you,"he paused,"with that boy,Paul,i've seen the way you look at him."
It hurt him even more as he mentioned Paul,a boy Blaine's age. He worked at the coffee shop. Sometime he would give Blaine a discount,for no reason at all.
What hurt even more,was that Blaine just stood there. He didn't try fighting or Kurt,he stood there with a funny face.
And with that Kurt left,the door shutting loudly behind him.
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Blaine woke up,his heart was pounding.
He immediately looked to the right side of his bed,it was empty. It was empty,like it had been for a year now.
Kurt's belonging were still scattered around the floor,the way he left them there the day he broke up with Blaine.
At time to time,Blaine would wonder why they were evn on the floor,since Kurt was so picky about his clothes touching the floor. But Blaine would come to a conclusion that,mabye,that night Kurt wasn't planning on leaving him. He was just stressed so he threw his stuff everywhere,went down to confront Blaine,and was suppossed to come back and hang them.
But he didn't. He left.
Blaine closed his eyes,and reached under his pillow,and there,was a box.
That box was the key to Blaine's happiness in life.
It was an engagement ring,meant to be slid on Kurt's finger the day after their break up.
But,of course,Blaine wasn't expecting for Kurt to leave.
When he went out to drink that night,he meant for it to be the last night. Because,the following day,he was meant to be a fianc�,he was going to tell Kurt he was never going to drink again because he knew how much he hated it.
But he screwed it up.
He didn't fight for Kurt that night,because he was in shock.
And now,he was in bed alone,the right side of the bed empty.
"I still love you,"he whispered into his pillow,"I miss you."
"Baby,we can talk about thiss.We can talk,no?" Blaine laughed at his slurred words.
Kurt shook his head,clearly the intoxication was settling in.
"No,leave me house."Kurt replied forcefully.
"Kurtsie,"Blaine laughed again."Kurtsie this is our house,member ducky?"
"You need to leave",Kurt repeated once more.
It hurt him so much to say those four simple words. It hurt him how he was kicking Blaine out. But he couldn't deal with this anymore,he had enough.
Blaine reached out for Kurt but stumbled,making himself laugh again.
"Kurtsie,kurtsie,kurtsieeee!" He was obviously having fun with the name.
"Kurtsie,you look so pretty when you're mad."
Kurt rolled his eyes,"I'm tired of this Blaine. I'm tired of you doing this!"
He was raising his voice,something he hated to do,but right now he didn't care one bit.
"You get drunk twice a week! Every damn week! You come home at 4:00 in the morning knocking furniture down. Sometimes you don't even come home at all! I have to go pick you up at the police station!"
Kurt was now reaching for the doorknob,but he turned once moe to face Blaine.
"You have a woderful life ahead of you,"he paused,"with that boy,Paul,i've seen the way you look at him."
It hurt him even more as he mentioned Paul,a boy Blaine's age. He worked at the coffee shop. Sometime he would give Blaine a discount,for no reason at all.
What hurt even more,was that Blaine just stood there. He didn't try fighting or Kurt,he stood there with a funny face.
And with that Kurt left,the door shutting loudly behind him.
__________________________________________________________
Blaine woke up,his heart was pounding.
He immediately looked to the right side of his bed,it was empty. It was empty,like it had been for a year now.
Kurt's belonging were still scattered around the floor,the way he left them there the day he broke up with Blaine.
At time to time,Blaine would wonder why they were evn on the floor,since Kurt was so picky about his clothes touching the floor. But Blaine would come to a conclusion that,mabye,that night Kurt wasn't planning on leaving him. He was just stressed so he threw his stuff everywhere,went down to confront Blaine,and was suppossed to come back and hang them.
But he didn't. He left.
Blaine closed his eyes,and reached under his pillow,and there,was a box.
That box was the key to Blaine's happiness in life.
It was an engagement ring,meant to be slid on Kurt's finger the day after their break up.
But,of course,Blaine wasn't expecting for Kurt to leave.
When he went out to drink that night,he meant for it to be the last night. Because,the following day,he was meant to be a fianc�,he was going to tell Kurt he was never going to drink again because he knew how much he hated it.
But he screwed it up.
He didn't fight for Kurt that night,because he was in shock.
And now,he was in bed alone,the right side of the bed empty.
"I still love you,"he whispered into his pillow,"I miss you."