silverarrow12
Dec. 23, 2011, 2:20 p.m.
Blaine Doll
Summary: Sometimes, when it was quiet, Blaine Doll would watch the different people who came and went from Kurt Hummel's room.
T - Words: 4,101 - Last Updated: Dec 23, 2011 675 0 1 1 Categories: Angst, AU, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
Author's Notes: A/N: This actually came from me visiting my auntie, who is a collector, and she was selling all her Barbie dolls, even the limited edition ones, and so I went to say goodbye to the toys that were basically my childhood. Anyway, she was telling me all their official names and she said This is Fashion Fever Kurt, and this is Generation Girl Barbie, and that's Generation Girl Blaine'. Being the Klaine shipper that I am, I blocked out the Barbie part and instantly started mentally writing this fic, although I called Barbie a beard out loud by accident- Barbie was Blaine's girlfriend. Also, I absolutely have to say the biggest thank you to the magical captainpancakes for beta-ing this fic she was such a great help and I probably would have bottled posting this if it wasn't for her! You can also read it on LJ under the same account name. Also, I'm going to say it again, thanks to the fantasic captainpancakes for beta-ing this!
There had been a time when a beautiful woman that Kurt referred to as “Mommy” had also frequented the room, cleaning and tidying and looking after him. Blaine hadn’t been entirely sure why, until Kurt had enthusiastically told him all about his family while brushing Barbie’s hair. Blaine had listened intently, desperate to know more about this fragile, beautiful boy who cried during the Lion King and got picked on by the boys at school for braiding Brittany’s hair. Kurt explained all about his Daddy Burt’s job as a mechanic, which Blaine did not quite understand but he listened anyway, and his mommy Molly’s job at the big kid school which he had just started attending that year. They talked about all these things at a tea party which London Bear and Paws had also attended.
After a while, Molly’s visits to the room became less frequent, and when she did visit, she shuffled in weakly. Blaine didn’t have to be human to see the pain and fear in her eyes as she kissed Kurt goodnight and he noticed the worry lines that now ruined her once smooth forehead. Finally, one day, Kurt had ran in and picked up Blaine doll, sobbing violently and laid with his face down on his bed for hours without moving. Blaine struggled in vain to try to open his mouth to comfort the boy, but his plastic restraints prevented him from doing so. At one point, Kurt had squeezed him so tightly that he was beginning to break, but Blaine wouldn’t have complained even if he could. Blaine was sure that he would let Kurt do anything to him, any time, if only it would make Kurt happy.
Molly never entered the room again.
Blaine had never really thought about his relationship with Kurt until much later on. Blaine wasn’t sure exactly how old Kurt was by this point, but 3 Christmases had passed since that crying incident had happened. Kurt had taken him on one of Blaine’s rare trips outside, and was now sitting on the lone swing that occupied the left corner of the yard, with Blaine on his lap. Kurt told Blaine all about his day at school; it had been unusually eventful. Finn, one of the nicer boys at Kurt’s school, had kissed a girl named Quinn on the cheek. This had annoyed Noah (the boy who stole Kurt’s sandwiches at lunch) and he and Finn had fought. Kurt had then started to wonder aloud what being kissed felt like, and if it was as magical as it seemed. Warning bells should have gone off in his head after an unusually awkward silence; because not long after Kurt Hummel had placed the first (and most likely last) kiss on Blaine Doll. Blaine had almost wanted to sing in happiness but once more the plastic that held him together refused. Kurt looked disappointed, almost like he had expected something, anything to happen. He took him inside when nothing did.
The next time Kurt kissed him was both the best and worst night of Blaine’s short existence. Kurt had woken up, and set about getting dressed (which Blaine respectfully turned away for) and then proceeded to leave to go downstairs. Today however, he hesitated and opened his mouth to speak. Kurt moved to leave again, before rushing back once more, grabbing Blaine from his place on top of the dresser, and ran downstairs.
“Sorry Blaine, but you’re gonna have to stay in my bag today; I’m taking you to school!”
School was something Blaine had heard of often, and by the way Kurt had described it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go. Well, he hadn’t been keen on the idea until Kurt had fixed him that look, the one where he looked so innocent and perfect but not, because this Kurt was quite a bit older now and wiser too. He’d grown up right in front of Blaine Doll, and yet there was still so much to learn about him, so much Blaine wanted to learn about him. It was there and then that Blaine Doll realized just how in love he was with Kurt Hummel, and how futile the situation was. Even if he could never have Kurt, Blaine Doll would do anything he could to at least be part of Kurt’s life.
At first school seemed as bad as he feared, but for completely different reasons. He couldn’t see anything, being trapped in Kurt’s (rather fabulous) school bag and all, but he could hear the various slurs called at Kurt. Suddenly, a female voice, called out Kurt’s name happily.
“Kurt!” said the voice.
“Oh, hi Brittany!” Kurt responded. That had come as a shock to Blaine. One, he had found himself partially hating Brittany at that moment for ruining his time with Kurt, and two, he hadn’t really thought it through that Brittany was a real person too. It hurt Blaine a little, especially when he could feel Brittany close her arms around them in a hug. He wished he could hug Kurt.
“I wanted to know if you’re going to the 9th grade dance next week?” she asked, and Blaine could practically see her 100-watt smile and beautiful face. He hated her.
Blaine felt Kurt falter slightly, only because his shoulder tensed and then relaxed too abruptly, which he always did when he was nervous.
“I’m not sure Britt. Maybe I’ll go next ti-”
“Well, well, well, look which fairy decided to show his face at school today.”
Kurt spun around quickly, causing Blaine to fall back against some textbooks. He said nothing.
“I thought I told you never to come down to this part of the locker rooms again.” The deep male voice said.
“Bu-But my locker is here!” Kurt protested. Blaine could hear unkind laughter everywhere.
“Well then you better get used to carry your books around, shouldn’t you?” Another male voice sounded out.
“Yeah, what you got in there anyway, fairy dust?” The first male boy sounded a lot closer now, almost too close for comfort.
Without warning, Blaine could feel Kurt’s bag being wrenched away from him, and Blaine went with it. The bag started to shake vigorously, and Blaine was crushed even further.
“Yep, definitely something suspicious in there guys. Think we should take a look, Sherwood?” the first voice asked.
“Definitely, Brad!” Sherwood responded.
The bag opened and all of a sudden it was too bright and too noisy for Blaine’s liking. He crashed onto the floor before being crushed under a textbook that had also fallen out. A sneakered foot kicked the pile of books roughly, stopping suddenly when Blaine came into view. He picked up Blaine Doll.
“What’s this? A doll? What, couldn’t find any real friends, so you bought one instead?” a surprisingly small red-haired boy, who Blaine matched with Sherwood’s voice, sneered. His thin mouth was twisted into a mean scowl.
Brad didn’t seem much nicer. Ironically, he looked a bit like a Brad Doll – strong build, black hair, chocolate colored skin and big lips-but Brad Doll was meant to be kind and funny, and Blaine was certain he wouldn’t have made fun of Kurt. This Brad was grinning ferociously, and he looked like he would quite happily tear Blaine into pieces if he could.
“I bet the homo’s so gay that even the doll doesn’t like him,” Brad joked. More laughter.
Blaine tried to see where Kurt was out of his peripheral vision, but to no avail. He could hear his quiet whimpers though. Why wasn’t any one stopping them?
As if she had been listening, Brittany stood in front of Sherwood, her hands stretched out. “It’s mine, not Kurt’s! Give me it back! I love Blaine!”
Now that he thought about it, Brittany looked a bit like a Dutch Barbie, a collector’s dream. She certainly seemed a lot nicer than Blaine’s supposed girlfriend, Cali-Girl Barbie. That doll was a nightmare to be around. Sherwood had some reservations about stealing from cute, small girls, because he handed Blaine back to Brittany reluctantly.
“Listen here fag. If I ever see you with this doll again I will personally destroy it and you. Got it?”
Say yes Kurt, Blaine pleaded silently,I don’t care about me, but if anything happened to you…
Kurt whimpered something that must have been an affirmation, because just seconds later Blaine was dropped on the ground and trod on by Brad’s passing foot. Blaine lay motionless as usual, but his head was buzzing with all the questions he had. What was that about? What was a fag? Weren’t fairies supposed to be loved? Most importantly, why would someone do that to Kurt?
Blaine recognised the sound of Kurt being hit although he wasn’t sure how. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, however, because Kurt instantly scrambled over to the damaged Blaine, picking him and cradling him. His books lay forgotten all around him. Blaine wanted to wipe the tears pooling in his eyes so badly; to kiss his cheek and tell him everything would be fine.
“Kurt, are you okay?” Brittany asked, breaking the connection.
Kurt’s head snapped up. “Please leave,” he asked quietly.
Brittany frowned. “You got pushed to the floor pretty badly. My mommy said that those big kids are bad after they said I was ‘hot’ once, which I didn’t get because it was winter time. Is being hot a good thing?”
Kurt smiled weakly as he picked himself up. “No it’s not Brittany. You’re more than just hot. You’re beautiful and sweet. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, alright?”
“Yes Kurt. Are you coming to class now? Only I said me, you and my new best friend Santana could all sit together in Math. I met her at cheerleading practice last week!” Brittany noticed the shocked expression on Kurt’s face. “Don’t worry Kurtie, you’re my bestest friend forever! Santana’s just my best friend!”
Kurt nodded glumly, although he couldn’t really see the difference between the two. “You go ahead Britt, I’ll see you later.”
“Well alright Kurtie! I’ll save you a seat anyway, unless you want to sit next to Blaine Doll today!” With that, Brittany bounded off, leaving Kurt and the last few students in the hallway.
Now that he was alone, Kurt began to repack his bag with the scattered books. There was no point in going to first period anyway; Miss Myers would just shout at him for being late anyway. Kurt stood up and steadied himself, before beginning to inspect Blaine Doll.
Blaine hadn’t noticed, but he was starting to look a bit worse for wear after being Kurt’s closest companion for what felt like so long. His original clothes were now gone, and even the new clothes that Kurt had made himself for Blaine (bowtie and everything) were starting to fray. His once soft black hair was still sticky and hard from when Kurt had put squeezable glue in it and couldn’t get it out again – although personally, Blaine preferred it this way- and his rubber arms and stomach now had marks on it from when a young Kurt’s rather annoying friend had dropped him carelessly. On top of that, there was now a slight foot imprint on his face from Miller’s shoe.
“I should never have brought you here, Blaine.” Kurt’s voice was different suddenly. It sounded too harsh, almost as if he was talking to a stranger he didn’t like. “I’m too old for toys now. I should get rid of you.” Kurt took a deep breath, his voice shaking. “But I can’t get rid of you.”
Blaine Doll wanted to shout at Kurt for the first time ever. Who cared what everyone else said? Blaine loved Kurt! He would never hurt him! He struggled desperately to speak, to open his mouth and declare his love, to convince him to love him back.
Kurt sat down against the lockers and let his head hit the smooth metal. He spoke again, but this time his voice was a lot smaller and he spoke in a tone of confession.
“When I was younger, I used to wish that you were real so that you could love me the way I love you. I feel so stupid; I’m a 14 year old boy who loves his doll too much. I used to dream about kissing you and then you would turn into a real boy and wait for me to grow up and then we could run away together to New York. We would’ve been so happy. I would’ve loved you more than anything.” Kurt shook a little at the last sentence, tears pooling once more in his eyes.
Blaine felt like screaming and crying and smiling and laughing all at once. Kurt loved him the way he loved Kurt! Why wasn’t Kurt happy too?
“I should’ve stopped a lot sooner than this. It isn’t healthy.” Kurt whispered. “But I have to try before I let you go. Please… God, if you’re out there, if anyone’s there, please just make Blaine real. I’d never ask for anything else ever again. Please, I need him.”
Sighing softly, Kurt placed a gentle kiss on Blaine’s cheek, and then the other. He waited silently, and then looked around to see if anybody was there. It was still silent. Leaning down towards the doll one last time, he kissed Blaine’s rubber mouth chastely, and then again. Blaine could feel himself soar with happiness, even if he was still motionless. He willed himself to leave his rubber constraints and kiss him properly this time, skin on skin, lips on lips. He could almost feel himself pulling out of his body.
Nothing happened.
Kurt rushed into his bedroom, angry hot tears flowing freely down his face. Blaine could hear Burt calling Kurt’s name from inside his locked drawer, and tried to listen to what was going on.
“I’m sorry Dad, I’m just tired.” Blaine knew Kurt so well that he could tell easily that he was lying without even seeing him.
Blaine had only seen Burt four times, but he could picture him frowning or perhaps twisting his old baseball cap in his hands. Blaine knew that Burt disapproved of Kurt talking to a doll but had eventually backed off after Kurt brought Brittany to the house to ‘hang out’ with him. He probably wouldn’t have if he’d known that Blaine had been ‘hanging out’ with them too.
Burt must have conceded because the door shut and Kurt began to cry silently. He heard an unfamiliar rattling noise and strained to hear more.
For a while an unpleasant silence filled the room. The sound of someone retching broke the silence that was just as quickly replaced by dry heaves and ugly sobs. Blaine could hear scrambling, and the noise getting closer, until his drawer was unlocked and blinding light streamed in. A shaking hand grabbed him and Kurt held him tight to his chest. Kurt looked shaken up; his hair was a mess and his eyes red and alert.
“Bl-Blaine, I nearly did a very bad thing,” he sobbed.
Blaine took in his new surroundings to take his mind off the fact that he couldn’t comfort Kurt. He may have resented Kurt locking him away for so long that he didn’t recognise him anymore, but he still loved him with every fibre of his being. The room was a lot more stylish, even if it looked slightly unlived in, and there were now a few pictures in photo frames hanging on the walls.
“I’m just s-so tired of this all, it’s gotten really bad now Blaine! H-he said he was going to kill me!” Kurt stopped to cry and little more and clutched Blaine Doll closer to his chest. “I was just angry and sad and it all felt worthless and I deliberately took too many painkillers.”
Blaine felt confused. Was Kurt sick? He didn’t look sick, he just looked sad. If anything he looked a lot more comfortable in his body. He was taller and had lost the baby fat. Blaine had never seen anything so lovely in his life.
“I don’t want to die. At least, I’ve never really thought about it until today-but I can’t do that to my dad, not so close to his wedding day,” Kurt whispered.
A million and one questions ran through Blaine’s head. Burt was getting married? Kurt was being threatened? By who? Why? Kurt was fantastic! Wait,focus, why was Kurt in pain?
Kurt sat at the edge of the bed silently, holding Blaine in his arms. Blaine felt a little uncomfortable. He had grown so used to Kurt’s different scents – his favourite type of strawberry mint candy, lilac soap and talcum powder, all of which really shouldn’t work together but did. Now, he smelled too expensive and too clean. His hair, while beautiful, smelled like it had too many products in it. It was all wrong.
“I had a dream last night that I met you.” Kurt finally said. Then, he was silent. Blaine had never wished he could speak more than he did at that moment. He wanted to ask a million questions. What happened? What was I like? Did you love me? Did I love you? Was it as perfect as it should be?
“It was magical,” Kurt sighed. “It felt so… real. We went to the wonderful place where you sang to me, and everyone was lovely and I loved it. I loved you more importantly, just like I did when I was little.”
Just like I still do, Kurt! I’ve always loved you and I always will love you!
Kurt put Blaine Doll down and left the room.
Life carried on as usual for a while until Kurt came storming in, followed closely by an incredibly lanky, pale boy who Blaine had never seen before.
“Kurt, look I said I was sorry!” the boy exclaimed.
“Not interested, Finn! Whatever happened to family comes first, anyway?” Kurt demanded, hands on hips.
“I panicked, okay? Quinn said that-”
“Don’t mention that traitor to me, Finn Hudson! You’re my step-brother and you didn’t defend me when she humiliated me in front of everyone!”
“She didn’t humiliate you…” Finn trailed off guiltily.
“She called me the ‘freak who plays with toys’ in front of the whole of Glee Club and those Neanderthals.”
“The guys from the football club are my friends,” Finn corrected.
“Oh really?” Kurt’s voice went quiet, “If they were really your friends would they slushie your step-brother on every occasion? Or what about Quinn, your girlfriend?”
“Dude, I apologized already for that! You know how Quinn is….”
“Clearly I don’t know how you are, because you’re siding with her!”
“I am not! It’s just…”
“It’s just what?” Kurt demanded his voice dangerously quiet.
“It’s just that you kinda’ bring it on yourself, Kurt. If you could tone it down a little bit sometimes, and maybe dump the creepy action figure-”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“-then people would like you more.”
“Finn, in case you and the population of McKinley High have forgotten, I haven’t brought Blaine to school since I was in 9th grade. It has nothing to do with him.”
“You have to admit that it’s a little creepy for you to talk about him like he’s real,” Finn tried.
“I don’t have to admit anything because I don’t act like he’s real!” Kurt shouted in frustration.
“You treat it with better care than you do your clothes and don’t think I haven’t read your journal entries about him.”
Before he had even realised what he was doing, Kurt had slapped Finn. Almost instantly, Finn’s cheek swelled pink. Finn stared at Kurt in wonder, almost like he didn’t believe Kurt had slapped him.
Eventually, Finn spoke. “Well, if you don’t think he’s real, you won’t mind if I did this.”
Next thing Blaine Doll knew, he was hurtling through the air towards the plastered wall. Everything felt fuzzy around him, but somewhere in the distance he could hear Kurt shouting his name. No, not Kurt…. Kurt didn’t-but then...what? Who was-
Everything went black as he hit the wall.
Blaine Oliver Anderson woke up at precisely 11:02 am on Monday 17th October, exactly one month and four days since he had slipped into a coma after falling down the stairs at Dalton Academy.
At first, nothing made sense. He half expected to be picked up by Kurt until he realised that… he was a lot heavier than before. And taller. He could feel the bed sheets against him, and when he started becoming fully aware, he realised that he could speak.
“Blaine!” A voice called. He wasn’t sure why, but Blaine relaxed immediately after hearing it.
A small girl who looked slightly familiar appeared at his bed side. “You’re awake!”
Blaine made a noise that sounded remarkably like “nrrgh” and tried to sit up.
“Mommy said I could bring some toys for you today but now you’ve woken up and I could leave them for you as a surprise!” The little girl looked so adorably put out that Blaine very nearly suggested that he could fall back into a coma just to let her have her surprise.
“Look!” she said, lifting a big carrier bag into his line of vision. “I wanted to bring all of them, but Mommy said you wouldn’t want to see Puckasaurus or Adventure Time Finn when you first woke up! I brought Brad and Alan Sherwood though! And I wanted to bring both Brittany Barbie and Santana but I could only bring one more and your present.” The girl paused, and her eyes widened comically. “I brought Santana by the way, because she’s Santa’s elf and it’s nearly Christmas! She’s really warm and cuddly too, see Blaine!”
While he was incredibly grateful to not have woken up alone, he didn’t appreciate having a (admittedly warm and cuddly) female elf practically shoved up his nose. He gently took it off her and inspected the toy. It certainly was dressed like a Christmas elf, but the expression of its face was definitely not cheerful. The doll looked like it wanted to attack him, not make toys for little kids. At that moment, another lady walked in.
“Blaine,” the female exclaimed, “you’re awake! Frances, I thought I told you to call me if anything happened while I went to the restroom.”
The little girl (Frances?) looked down at her feet guiltily. “Sorry Mommy. I was talking to Blaine about toys.”
“Oh, you and those toys,” she said not unkindly. Turning to Blaine, she smiled. “She’s been so worried about when you’d wake up so that you could play toys with her again. She hasn’t even touched her newest toys, Molly Bear and Burton Bear, so expect to have a tea party with them when you get home.”
Suddenly, Frances’ eyes widened almost comically. “Mommy! Mommy! We haven’t given Blaine his present yet! Can I give it now? Please mommy?” she begged.
Without even waiting for her mother to say anything, she delved into her bag and produced a large rectangular wrapped box. Clearly it had been wrapped by someone else (the housekeeper, his brain somehow supplied) although the ‘Tew Blayne, wayke up soon so we cann play dollees! LOVE FRANCEY XOXO’ obviously was hand-written by his sister(?).
Blaine tore the sea blue wrapping paper off the cover, revealing a male doll smiling up at him. Blaine’s heart rate increased. It couldn’t be…
“I know that you hate being a girl doll when you play with Frances, so we figured it might be nice to have a doll especially for you,” Mrs Anderson explained as she sat down on the corner of Blaine’s bed.
Blaine pulled the paper clean off. A beautiful male doll smiled back at him, his hair brilliantly styled and eyes as piercing as he remembered them. Blaine looked past that, at something that would change everything. When he was the doll, he had felt so real, almost like he was a person trapped inside a doll. What if somebody else was out there, in a coma, and now trapped being his doll? As much as he didn’t want to, Blaine had to look, to check. It could change everything. He glanced down, his eyes just staring blankly at the pink lettering. Eventually, his brain decided to respond and he began to actually make out words instead of fuzzy pink blurs. There, in big bold lettering, was exactly what he had both hoped for and feared:
FASHION FEVER KURT
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Omg...I quite liked this. Though the ending kind of leaves you wondering. If you wanted to you could do quite a bit with the story...like something to lead up to them both being human again or something like that. Either way, I liked this!