I wanna live a life from a new perspective

[kurtsy]

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[warblainer]

"I'm so glad we're almost out of Krynn, it was touch and go for a while there. I honestly thought our whole party would get eaten by the giant space hamster." Blaine recounted as they walked down the hall together, leaving DnD club. Him and Sam were in almost every club together, they almost got a little collector-y with the whole thing and had amassed an insane amount of clubs. Most of them, at this point, were just empty classrooms so they could read Star Wars fic to each other or talk about what was going on in life, in fandom, in music.

"Hey, so, tomorrow morning." Blaine reminded Sam as he stopped by his locker and started to put the combination in. "We meet at 6am and go over European geography, okay? We're gonna get that D."

[troutmouth]

"I'm aiming for a high F," Sam admitted, missing the look he got from Kurt Hummel who was walking by with a few others. He was leaning against the lockers, watching Blaine and nodding in agreement anyway. "But sure, we can meet. I don't know, Europe is so confusing! There's so many different countries and then they've got mountains all over and it's just a lot. They should fix that."

He felt geography was a bit torturous in every way, if he was to be honest. "What about tonight though, bro? I want to read that fanfic you sent me."

[warblainer]

"Relax, we have loads to read. I'm saving a choice few for our sleepover this weekend." He and Sam had regular sleepovers. Blaine loved having Sam over, made his empty house feel a lot less lonely and they could really get much deeper into the story when they had all night to dissect it. "I'll call you tonight for the Ewok stuff though. I found some truly awesome fan lore and we have to explore it. Some I like, some I'm eh on."

Blaine shoved his books into his locker and grabbed his lunchbox, cramming it into his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and then checked his watch. "Don't forget your bus again, you know it takes ages for the next one."

[troutmouth]

"Oh yeah, we can also watch this super cool show I've started on Nickelodeon!" Sam was about to explain it further but then Blaine mentioned his bus and he waved it off. "Pft, I've got time, man. Relax."

He turned his head and looked at the clock that was hanging. Then he moved his lips as he focused, trying to figure out the time. "Oh crap! Sorry, man, I gotta dash!"

With that he still paused to do their secret handshake and then he ran off, almost colliding with Dave Karofsky.

Who glared after him and then walked up to Blaine, shoving him back against the lockers. "Got ditched by your boyfriend, homo?"

[warblainer]

things got super weird after you left today

also tomorrow DO NOT LEAVE MY SIDE

[troutmouth]

are you okay?

are you hurt?

im sorry

and i ran against the bus doors :(

[warblainer]

oh no, ice your head :(

i'm okay, the usual. karofsky was pissed

then kurt, that scary skank boy or whatever, he came and defended me

but he may have provoked karofsky and i don't want retribution!!!!!

[kurtsy]

The plan of 'two homos - one closet' was a simple one, Karofsky and Puck were not that inventive or especially devious. First Puck had made sure to get to Blaine when Sam wasn't around, then marched him to the designated closet that was on Kurt's way from a classroom to the backdoor where the skanks always met up to smoke or to at least hold cigarettes aesthetically.

Kurt was considered a bit more difficult to move, because he was unlikely to just go along with it, so they had to pick a closer closet. A closet that, by the time Kurt walked past it, had already had Blaine inside it for about twenty minutes, with Puck leaning against it. Puck had Blaine's phone to play with, so he wasn't bored.

Kurt had his headphones on, his mind on something else and then suddenly he was grabbed and pushed around by both Karofsky and Puck, his phone taken from his pocket. He had gone for the knife his father didn't know he had, but luckily by the time he'd opened it up, they had shoved him into the closet and the door was slammed shut.

That didn't stop the angry outburst, especially when he heard the key in the lock. He slammed himself against the door with an angry scream before he realised that he was not alone. The door didn't budge and so he turned, not aware that he still had his knife in hand, twirling it in his hand while his eyes adjusted to the barely lit room, the only light source coming from the vent above them. Them. Because now Kurt saw Blaine, recognised Blaine and, yeah, some of the taunting from outside made a lot more sense now.

He stared at him, playing with a knife, still breathing hard from how angry he felt.

"Fuck," he finally said. Seemed fitting.

[warblainer]

Maybe Blaine could have resisted more but what was he going to do, fight Puck? No chance. He just had to hope that Sam recognised his phone and knew to find him. He tried the door a few times at first but it was ultimately pointless to bang and yell, it just seemed to make them more determined.

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall by an empty bucket and exhaled in annoyance.

It was several long, boring minutes before the chaos erupted. Yelling, banging, jeering. So much happened at once and Blaine just remained still in shock. Kurt was there, angry and glaring, twirling a knife in his hand and Blaine honestly didn't know what to do. He slowly held up his hands just in case, feeling like he could very easily end up a target just because he was close and easy to access.

"Hi." Blaine's voice wobbled a little, deeply unsure. "Please don't stab me."

It seemed worth putting out there. Outside, he heard those dumb morons yell slurs at them and Blaine blushed deeply, wishing he could just fly under the radar. Was he that gay that everyone just knew?

[kurtsy]

"I am not going to stab you..." Kurt had started the sentence out as if he was mocking Blaine for even having that assumption, but then he recognised that he was, in fact, twirling a knife and he actually ended up sounding slightly sheepish. So he cleared his throat and closed the knife up before putting it away. Awkward. "Sorry about that."

He glanced behind himself toward the door where those absolute idiots were still having their immature, homophobic fun. "And sorry about that too. I think this is because we walked out together. The other day. There's a reason I only hang with girls."

Boys avoided him like the plague. Everyone knew what he was, after all. "It's nothing you did wrong. My fault."

He knew that Blaine wasn't out. Of course he wasn't. What kind of moron would be out at a school like this? Only him. "I'm so gay, it's contagious." He could joke about it at least.

[warblainer]

Hummel Tyres and Lube.

The holy space, the family business, the place where maybe, just maybe, Kurt would be on his weekends. He had been thinking about Kurt non-stop, daydreaming and jacking off. He tried to talk to him at school but it just led to being iced out by Kurt and threatened by his fellow skanks. It was impossible but he was nothing if not a romantic hero.

Which is why, at 5am this morning, he shot out of bed in a determined haze and got into his car. He drove it closer and closer to the wall of his garage and then hit the accelerator, hitting the left side into the wall and scrapping all the paint off, denting it.

Then he spent from 5:13am to 7am having a panic attack and crying over the idea that his dad would find out, he would be in trouble and this was utterly insane.

Then he called up the nearest place (lucky him, it was Hummel) and booked an appointment. He really hoped it was fixable or he was dead. Beyond dead. What the hell was he thinking?

Nothing, obviously. That was how he ended up standing in the auto-repair shop with a bunch of rough looking dudes giving him funny looks as he stood by his car, anxiously peering around. He couldn't even see Kurt around. God, this was so stupid.

[kurtsy]

"You're the boy who called about the car, aren't you?" Seemed kind of obvious, but because the boy looked like a deer in the headshots, Burt said something to establish that he knew what this was about, hoping to put him at ease.

"You go to McKinley? Think you're about my boys' age. Finn and Kurt, you know them?" He didn't wait for an answer before turning to inspect the car, frowning as he had a closer look. Certainly hadn't been going fast, so there was that.

[warblainer]

"Oh. Oh, yeah. I-I didn't realise. Small world." Blaine lied convincingly as he looked at the car and then at Burt, utterly terrified that he was going to kick him out cause secretly he was a homophobic monster and just knew, deep down knew, that Blaine was trying to gay it up all over his out son and make him more of a target. "I was pulling out from my drive and I misjudged. Hit the wall and -- yeah."

Blaine looked at his mangled car and then back at Burt, nervous. "My parents don't know so it's just ... I can pay in cash." Thank God for his birthday savings.

to Blaine

[kurtsy]

I have a complaint.

[warblainer]

Really?

What?

[kurtsy]

Your pants are indecently tight. It's disrupting my school life.

Could cause traffic accidents, I imagine.

[warblainer]

It was weird that bathrooms kind of made him horny now but they did. He was daydreaming of Kurt as he washed his hands, his mind elsewhere so he didn't notice at first that Dave Karofsky, of all people, had entered. He turned to greet him with an awkward smile before he registered than he probably shouldn't smile at him.

He paused and then frowned a little. Dave almost looked sad... then again, he always did. Sad or angry. What a weird life this guy must have to have those as default emotions.

"Hi, Karofsky." Blaine greeted as he dried his hands on his pants. "You okay, man?"

[bearofsky]

"Don't talk to me, lady boy." Dave looked at the boy with irritation, and a little longer than he had meant to. He wondered whether it was actually true. Whether he actually was gay. He had wondered since his lips had looked weird after they'd been in that closet for so long. He had wondered because he felt he had seen Kurt and him look at each other since. "What's your problem, homo?"

[warblainer]

"Uh, no problem. I was just wondering if --" Blaine trailed off and then sighed, looking up at the ceiling and debating how smart this was but he supposed he was never the smartest boy. He looked back at Karofsky and wondered how much this was going to hurt. "I don't know, sometimes you look a bit put out. I guess not happy and -- you know, things do get better."

He meant just in life, not as a gay thing, but he didn't realise how that came across. "Maybe you should talk to Ms Pilsbury! I did once, it was pretty useful." And maybe she could help him and Blaine could survive this year with less bruises.

[kurtsy]

Meeting in the closet, not a bathroom, so that was different. For better or worse, Blaine had sounded urgent. Kurt wasn't certain what to expect, he just walked in and closed the door behind him right away, then tried to get his eyes used to the darkness so he could actually make out Blaine in the dark.

Blaine, who appeared to have one of the locker room towels on his head. Huh. "Very Mrs Doubtfire of you, that look. Chic."

[warblainer]

"Do you have any gel?" Blaine asked very seriously as he used the towel to ruffle his hair and then set it just on top of his head. "I got my head down a toilet today and I needed to shower, it was pretty gross. I had a spare shirt but I'm out of hair gel and I have to get to last period soon and I look awful. Kurt, please. I need you."

Blaine appealed, looking desperate and worried. Clearly not having hair gel was very traumatic for Blaine. "Please."

[kurtsy]

"Er... I might have some hair wax." Kurt looked at Blaine, trying to digest all that information. "I don't think I'd have anywhere near enough left for what you tend to slather-- I mean, it looks great on you and all, just." This was not going well.

Not that he entirely blamed himself for that, this had been a bit of a shock. "Who did it?" That was what he really cared about here. "Who did that to you, Blaine?"

anderbros

[3rs]

yo yo yo bro

what's the haps?

[warblainer]

I got an A+ in Math!!!

How are you???

[3rs]

great job, tiny nerd

I'm good, hungover

I have to go to do a live recording in two hours and I don't know where my pants are