fic: the world spins madly on
Title: The World Spins Madly On
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: 2x20 Prom Queen.
Word Count: 1400
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song The World Spins Madly On by The Weepies
Summary:SPOILERS FOR 2x20 When Kurt mentioned Prom, Blaine was hesitant about going. Not because he didn't want to go, but because last time he had gone to a dance, it ended in a nightmare.
Warnings: Language, violence, and homophobia
A/N: In my head!canon, Blaine is a really angsty person. It just happens. And now we come to find that a lot of that angst is canon. So I had to write this.
Or, tl;dr, it's 3am and Blaine's confession in Breadstix wouldn't stop bugging me. So I wrote it.
“Soooo, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Kurt asked as Blaine unbuckled his seatbelt and unlocked the door.
“Mhm, I’ll be over after school.” Blaine responded, giving Kurt a small smile.
“Great. Have a good night then. I’ll text you when I get home.”
“You better.” Blaine told him before leaning over the console to kiss Kurt lightly. “Night,” He breathed against Kurt’s lips, resting their foreheads together for a moment.
“G’night,” Kurt answered, watching as Blaine made his way out of his car and up the pathway, not driving away until Blaine was safely in his house.
Kurt knew that Blaine had been bullied in the past, but what Blaine had told him tonight shocked him. He guessed he was naïve to think that Blaine’s bashing was the same as his and therefore was limited to school only.
It hurt to think of Blaine, Blaine his wonderfully amazing caring boyfriend being beaten. Not only by students but by complete strangers.
Kurt knew deciding to go to McKinley’s prom was him was a big step for Blaine.
He vowed to somehow make this all up to him, it was the least he could do for his boyfriend.
**
Blaine said a quick hello to his parents before retreating to his bedroom and closing the door, the moon giving the room its only light through the window. He fell back against it and tipped his head back, closing his eyes. Images flashed through his mind’s eye lightning-quick. Fists and kicks and blood and tears.
He squeezed his eyes shut before pushing off of the door, kicking off his shoes and undressing on the way to his bed until he was just in his briefs, a line of clothes left in his wake.
I’ll take care of it all tomorrow he thought to himself as he collapsed onto his bed, pulling the blankets up and over his head.
It had been almost two years and he could still remember the way it felt to have his own blood gushing down his face.
Being at Dalton had been great, and being with Kurt has been even better.
It had helped him push all of the bad things into the corners of his mind.
But will never be able to forget what had been done to him.
He will never be able to not be scared.
Blaine hadn’t allowed himself to think about his past in a while, it hurt way too much, but after tonight…after Kurt asked him to prom, it all came flooding back.
**
Two Years Ago
“I um…I had a really good time tonight. Thanks, Andrew…thanks for coming with me.”
The other boy didn’t respond, instead and reached over and pulled Blaine’s hand into his, squeezing it gently once their fingers were tangled together.
Blaine looked up at him and smiled.
Andrew Evans was pretty perfect. He had short blonde hair that was spiked in a million different directions and eyes that were quickly becoming Blaine’s favorite shade of blue. He was nice and sweet and funny and when Blaine came out to him, Andrew just hugged him and said he would always be there for him.
Blaine believed him one hundred percent.
“Thanks for asking me.” Andrew responded, smirking as him and Blaine walked out into the crisp night air, waiting for Mr. Evans to pick them up.
Blaine turned his head to look over him before clearing his throat, “So um…I was wondering. Do you…I mean, you totally don’t have to but do you want to go ou-”
“Hey fags.”
Both boys jumped and when they turned around they were face to face with three guys. Three big guys.
“Look, we don’t want any tr-”
One of the guys swung and punched Andrew in the face, sending him spiraling to the ground before he could even finish his sentence.
“Did I say you could fucking talk?”
“Shit, Andrew-”
Suddenly the other two were on Blaine, one punching him in the gut and the other gripping him from behind tightly, keeping him from falling over.
The guy in front of him pulled on Blaine’s hair tightly, yanking his head up so they were face to face.
“You’re all disgusting. You don’t deserve to fucking live. You should just fucking burn in hell, faggot.” The man sneered into Blaine’s face before roughly shoving his face away and ripping him out of the other man’s grip, sending him flying into the jagged pavement.
Blaine’s head connected with the sidewalk and the world started spinning. He heard Andrew’s grunts of pain and glanced over to see one of the men straddling him, hitting every inch of the boy that he could while Andrew feebly tried to fight him off.
They began kicking Blaine and he doubled over, trying to protect himself. One of the kicks connected with his head and he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash with how hard his neck twisted. He coughed blood up onto himself and didn’t realize he was crying until he heard the jeers about it.
Please God just let it be over. Kill me…I don’t fucking care, just let it end.
Blaine got another kick to the head and this time when the world began spinning, he just closed his eyes and let it.
--
The next time Blaine opened his eyes, he was met with stark white walls and the sharp smell of antiseptic.
“Blaine?”
He tried to turn his neck but his body started screaming at him to just stay the fuck still, so he did.
“M-mom?” He mumbled, voice raspy and throat burning.
“Oh thank god.”
And suddenly she was leaning over him, her hands all over. On his hair, on his face, his neck, chest, searching every inch of him to make sure he was real.
“What…?”
She shook her head as she pushed a stray curl away from his face, “We’ll talk later sweetie. I’m just glad you’re alright.”
Blaine didn’t respond, he just closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to remember anything.
Then something clicked.
“A-Andrew?”
His mother bit her lip before answering, “He didn’t need to stay, your injuries were far worse.”
“S-so…he’s okay then?” Blaine asked quietly, but hope evident in his voice.
“Blaine, honey…when Mr. Evans found you two…he for sure thought he found two bodies. But when he realized you two were alive, he quickly brought you here. Andrew woke up soon enough and was able to go home the next day but you…you’ve been in unconscious for days.”
Blaine scrunched up his face in confusion, but quickly stopped when pain from his temple shot through him sharply.
“I don’t-”
“Blaine, Mr. and Mrs. Evans decided that this was the last straw and they decided…they decided to move. They’re gone, Blaine.”
She said it so matter-of-factly, that Andrew Evans, the only other gay person Blaine had ever known, his friend, his potential boyfriend, was gone.
Just like that.
He shut his eyes again and willed himself not to scream.
--
A few days later Blaine was out of the hospital but was told to stay home for at least a week. That week gave Blaine a lot of time to himself. Way too much time to overthink things.
He tried to contact Andrew, but nothing worked. He changed his number, deleted his Facebook and got rid of his email.
Blaine was…alone.
He felt frustrated tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he threw his phone across the room, watching as it separated into pieces.
What the hell was he going to do now?
He couldn’t go back to school…he couldn’t. Not alone. Not anymore.
His parents could afford homeschooling, but he quickly nixed the idea. He glanced at his laptop on the nightstand next to him and reached over slowly to grab it, booting it up quickly and going to Google.
He stared at the blank page for what felt like hours, the colorful letters and the blank search box mocking him.
He remembered Andrew talking about it. Remembered the way his eyes lit up and his voice got so excited over it. But it all seemed too…perfect. Way too perfect to be real.
But he had to try.
If it was real…if it existed…he had a way out. He had a way to be safe.
Blaine placed his fingers on the keys and with shaky hands typed Dalton Academy.