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spaceorphan18 · 4 years ago

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What effect do you feel Kurt’s friendship with Rachel had on his relationship with Blaine?

This is a really fascinating question! Thank you!

It’s interesting because I don’t think Rachel had all that much impact on Klaine for better or for worse. Let’s dig in!

Season 1 - clearly zero impact.

Season 2 - I’d argue zero impact. I’m not sure how much of a friendship I see in season 2 Hummelberry. Things I can think of off the top of my head

In Special Ed before competition Rachel and Kurt have a heart to heart, and Blaine comes by. But there’s really nothing about Blaine there.

Silly Love Songs, Kurt discusses his feeling for Blaine, but Mercedes gives out advice while Rachel talks about herself.

In BIOTA, Rachel dates Blaine, and mostly that makes Kurt dislike Rachel more, but on the positive side, Blaine is able to figure out that he is gay and no bi, which is neutral for Kurt.

In Rumors, Rachel is pro-Klaine, and wants Kurt not to cheat on Blaine with Sam, which again, is more of Kurt thinking she’s crazy.

And in New York, Kurt mentions going to New York with Blaine, to which Rachel has no objection, but again, is mostly thinking about herself.

So my conclusion is - zero effect in season 2.

Season 3 - Is tricky! Because I think it’s misleading. Kurt has duel roles during this season -- the first being Rachel’s new BFF-slash-sidekick, the second being one-half of a romantic pairing, and because Rachel is now the main character, guess which one takes precedence. Due to that, Klaine’s screen time is cut down to focus on other things, and it’s easy to blame Rachel, but I still don’t think she has a bad effect on Klaine, is mostly positive.

I’m hard pressed to remember any early instances of Rachel having anything to do with Klaine -- she seems happy that Blaine has transferred, happy about having Blaine be her co-star, happy that Klaine gets their own Bachelor Chalet, and happy to bring Blaine movies and soup when he’s out for his eye injury.

During Dance With Somebody -- she even gives Kurt some relatively good advice about not being a dick to his boyfriend, even if said boyfriend seems distant and unresponsive.

During Prom - she encourages both of them do the anti-prom with her, it’s mostly for selfish reasons, but she seems rather content that both of them are her gay bffs.

I’d say she has a rather positive influence in season 3, even if we’re personally annoyed that her presence takes away from Klaine.

Season 4 - Which I suppose people think has the most negative effect. But I think I’d argue it’s not nearly as bad as it seems, and Rachel’s a relatively supportive friend, despite the narrative still using Kurt as Rachel’s emotional prop. (Though that is not as bad as it is in season 3.)

Despite the continuing parallels found between Finchel and Klaine in season 4 (this started in season 3, after the show decided to drop paralleling Finchel with Wemma), Rachel has little to no say around the time Kurt and Blaine break up. She neither condones or condemns Blaine for cheating (not that she would have any leg to stand on in any kind of condemnation).

I’d also add that any kind of issues Klaine had before the break up due to Kurt being wrapped up in NYC had really nothing to do with Rachel - and more to do with Kurt, as an individual, moving in a new direction in his life.

During Glease, again, Rachel plays a (minimal) part in being Kurt’s supportive friend. While she is wrapped up in her own (melo-)drama, she does act supportive to Kurt when they get back to McKinley. And has little to know commentary on Blaine, and of that, is mostly reflective of her own situation.

During Thanksgiving -- she wants Kurt to be an adult with her - and while this may seem disconcerting to a Klaine fan, Kurt is in a place where he’d rather go along with her crazy cause it’s easier than trying to deal with his shit. But interestingly -- Rachel’s attitude is ‘fuck our exes’ let’s seize the new day, and that’s about it. Meanwhile, Kurt isn’t opening up to her, at all, about Blaine - and uses Isabelle as a sounding board. It’s Isabelle’s advice whom he really takes, and ends up confessing his real feelings to Blaine by the end of the episode.

During Sadie Hawkins -- she’s encouraging him to go on a date with Adam -- and while this doesn’t sound Klaine friendly, not only does she completely miss the cues that Kurt isn’t over his break up, her advice isn’t actually bad, and reminiscent of what Brittany is going to tell him in season 6 -- that he can’t just sit around and wait for things to work out with Blaine, he needs to continue on with his life.

During Glee, Actually -- she is sadden to hear that Kurt won’t be trying to reconnect with Blaine over the holidays, because even as self-involved as she is at this point, she is probably aware of how much Blaine means to him (still) and even broken up and semi-dating another guy, Kurt probably still doesn’t shut up about Blaine.

If there’s anything post Glee, Actually, I’m completely drawing a blank. Santana takes over the Klaine commentary during the I Do era, and Rachel is pretty absent during the end of the season stuff.

So... while I think she doesn’t have much of an impact on the Klaine love story in general, I think she’s trying to be a good friend to Kurt while he goes through his shit. And even though she’s framing everything through her own issues with Finn (and Brody), I do believe she has his best interests at heart. The other interesting thing to note here, though, is that Rachel is not the person Kurt confides in about Blaine - Isabelle is, and even Santana has picked up on stuff with Kurt more than Rachel.

But it’s important to note that while Kurt ends up knee deep in Rachel’s shit, Kurt plays his own heart very close to his chest, and how he feels for Blaine is not something he really shares with other people -- as very evident by this season.

Season 5 - Again, I don’t think Rachel plays that big of a part in any of the Klaine narrative.

During LLL, she makes sure she and Santana are there for the proposal -- and she’s supportive to both Kurt and Blaine in this.

I’m struggling to see where, if at all, she plays any kind of part in the Klaine narrative for most of the rest of the season. She is relatively supportive of him in his individual career moves, but really has nothing to say about Blaine. Even in the AU Christmas episode -- Santana is the one whom he discusses his feelings over what happened, and his feelings about being ‘broken up’ with Blaine.

Elliott takes on more of a role within the Klaine narrative in the meantime when he’s around.

Even in the NYC arc, Kurt doesn’t really talk to anyone (other than Elliott) about his problems with Blaine (while Blaine has Sam to talk to). And in fact -- he and Rachel are more at odds than not during this run. Blaine isn’t involved much at all.

So.... Rachel has little to no impact on the Klaine narrative here.

Season 6 - I’d say that Rachel is rather a positive influence for both of them at the beginning of the season (and then the writers kinda stopped caring about involving her in it).

In the premiere, Rachel is a good friend to both of them -- she is not negative towards either one of them during their discussions, and tries to emotionally support each of them while they deal with their emotions. She’s actually, surprisingly, a pretty good friend.

And... that’s about it unless I’m forgetting something huge. I mean, she does go looking for them in HL pt 2. But mostly, she’s a non-entity in their story. Sue, Brittany, Santana, Dave, and Walter have more influence on either of them than Rachel.

So... Rachel is has nearly zero impact, and is positive in general towards both of them.

Conclusion -

So, yeah, there are aspects of Hummelberry that I do find frustrating, especially during season 3 and 4 when Kurt becomes Rachel’s emotional prop instead of a character, but! She’s usually positive towards Klaine, is friends with Kurt and Blaine, and is supportive of whatever incarnation they’re in.

Mostly, though, I’d argue that Kurt keeps his relationship with Blaine very separate from Rachel, and she is not who he confides in for emotional support with those issues a majority of the time. I think Kurt is smart enough to know what kind of friend Rachel is, and seeks emotional validation, for the most part, from other people when it comes to Blaine. And despite the fact that as written, Hummelberry seems lopsided -- I think ultimately, she tries to be a good friend to Kurt when the writing allows it.

So, there ya go :)

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vcg73 · 5 years ago

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FREE KURT: Mercedes Style

For the “Free Kurt” story collection organized by @elledelajoie Work also posted to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25655086

She stood at the top of the ornate winding staircase at Dalton Academy, flanked by Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez, grinning like a little girl at a parade as she watched Kurt wind through the enormous crowd of friends that Blaine had gathered together to witness the culmination of their love story. A perfect circle moment back to the day they had first met on this very staircase.

Mercedes sighed wistfully. She couldn’t imagine Sam or Shane ever doing something this big and romantic to woo her. Kurt was so lucky.

Music swelled around them from the huge choir of voices filling the lobby. Students from McKinley, Dalton, Haverbrook, and even a few from Carmel, blending into a heavenly host of perfect harmony as they serenaded the happy couple. Dancing and smiling, many singers reaching out to touch Kurt in passing, as if the contact would confer a percentage of his good fortune on them.

As Kurt slowly climbed the steps, Blaine approached, unmissable by anyone in the eye-popping, bright yellow suit he had chosen. He was finishing the final verse of his chosen song as he opened a small box and held it out expectantly. Mercedes caught her breath as he began the proposal that he had prepared. Wouldn’t any girl, real or honorary, swoon at such a show, overcome by the opulence and romance of it all?

Moving to the landing where she could have a better view of her best friend’s face, Mercedes smile faltered. For Kurt did not exactly appear to be overwhelmed with joy. He seemed overwhelmed all right, but not in the good way. He looked like he had walked into a party, opened a door, and found himself trapped inside a horror movie. His face was frozen in a stiff lipped smile that looked more panicked than proud.

She watched his eyes quickly dart around the room, glancing from face to face as if searching for something, before settling back on Blaine. And now that she really looked at them both, didn’t Blaine’s smile seem a little too smug? As if he had no doubt at all that he had come up with something too impressive to turn down.

But Kurt didn’t look at all like she would have expected on such an occasion. He wasn’t clasping his hands and bouncing on his toes in a giddy display of excitement. His eyes were not squinching up in that cute crinkly way they did when he was delighted. He wasn’t tearing up with emotion the way he did at beautiful romantic scenes in movies. And he was not looking at Blaine the way one would expect a person to look at their Prince Charming when he popped the big question. As if no one in world existed except for the two of them, crowd be damned.

On the contrary. Mercedes had last seen this look on his face the night her brother - an aspiring gourmet - had proudly presented Kurt with a plate of creamed beef and Brussels sprouts seasoned with candied bacon. Like he was trying his best to look impressed and appreciative so as not to hurt the other person’s feelings, when actually he was trying not to vomit.

Glancing through the crowd, Mercedes looked for support. Did anyone else see what she was seeing?

Rachel was starry-eyed with delight, practically cooing at every word Blaine spoke. Santana was smiling almost proudly. Kurt’s dad was beaming happily enough. Carole and Finn were . . . strangely absent from the party. Kurt’s friends were . . . well, all of his closest friends were up here, out of his line of sight. Most of the rest seemed to be Blaine’s friends, or mutual friends from their shared high school life. The crowd below did not include a single friend from New York. Hadn’t Kurt said he’d joined a show choir out there? And what about that Vogue lady he was always gushing about? She had certainly sounded like the kind of person who would love to be part of an event like this. Surely if Blaine had invited everyone they knew in Ohio, he would have thought to ask people from Kurt’s new life too. He would want this to be special and memorable for both of them.

Wouldn’t he?

Mercedes frowned as she suddenly remembered the guy in New York. A new boyfriend that Kurt had posted about on his Facebook page. Someone he had seemed to be really into just a week or two ago, and who had evidently been just as much into him. Why did she not know when or how the two of them had broken up? Had Kurt been cheated on again, and come back to Blaine as a rebound? It would be like him not to advertise if that were the case. Especially with how few people had supported him the last time. When Blaine had cheated.

A cold feeling passed through Mercedes, dispelling the last of her previous romantic haze.

Had Kurt and his new beau simply drifted apart and Kurt had turned back to the familiarity of his old life, to someone familiar? Whatever the reason, it couldn’t have happened more than ten days ago.

Guilt suffused her as she realized that she had been paying so little attention to her supposed ‘best friend’ over the months since he had moved away that she wasn’t even sure of the NYADA guy’s name. Alex? Andrew? Definitely something with an ‘A’. Well, whatever his name was, wasn’t it a bit soon to be back with his ex after breaking up with the guy? Never mind getting engaged.

She looked at Rachel Berry again, recalling the disastrous near marriage of Rachel and Finn. Too much, too soon, too young, too impulsive. They had taken a few steps down the runway of life and fallen on their faces.

Was Kurt any more ready for such a big step? He was a lot more mature than Finn, sure - Where the hell was Finn? The boy should be here for his brother’s big day! - but he was still barely 19 years old, and still in his first year of college. And Blaine was younger even than that.

Kurt was the one who had always had glittering dreams of moving to the big city, going to college and earning a B.A. and possibly an eventual Master’s Degree in Performing Arts, followed by a brilliant career on stage and screen. He was the boy who had outlined his steps for achieving those dreams in painstaking (one might say obsessive) detail, using graphs, charts, white boards, sketches, spreadsheets, and anything else he could think of. She had always teased him about being as OCD as Miss Pillsbury, but secretly she had admired his drive and determination, his surety that he was good enough and worthy enough to one day achieve all of his dreams.

Somehow all of that had started to fade when he became Blaine’s boyfriend and Rachel’s bestie.

Mercedes had learned to like Rachel well enough over the years, but the girl did have a way of taking over other people’s plans and replacing them with her own, hammering away at them until they started to believe that they had wanted whatever she wanted all along. Had Kurt been so affected by living with Rachel that he had lost sight of his self esteem and personal plans for the future? Had Blaine only reinforced that? Sometimes those two were so much alike that Mercedes was tempted to sneak a DNA sample and find out if they were twins who had been separated at birth!

One of the things that had first drawn her to Kurt was his flat-out refusal to let the people who were out to push him down and squash his ambition win. His native courage and endless passion, daring to dream of a bright future no matter what anyone said, had lit a fire under her own. He had been there for her every time she needed a friend. And when he had mis-stepped or taken the wrong road in their journey together, he had always been quick to apologize and genuine in making amends for any hurt he had caused her.

And how had she repaid that giving spirit? By repeatedly trying to push him down the path that she wanted to follow, dismissing his own concerns as trivial because she knew what was best.

She had insisted that Kurt take his grieving heart to her church when his father was sick, that he follow her path to comfort, never once thinking that he might not be receiving any comfort himself. It was her own mother who, afterward, had pointed out that Kurt might have been too afraid of losing his best friend to say no. Mama had scolded her thoroughly for being so concerned with Kurt’s soul that she had never considered his mental and physical needs, never asked if Kurt wanted to stay over, or offered to have the Jones’s look after him while his only family was unavailable, or even just sat him down and let him talk, cry, or share the solace of an unbending embrace to keep him together when his world was falling apart.

Instead she had forced him to walk her path and then patted herself on the back for a job well done and walked away.

The following year, she had all but stopped talking to Kurt when he went away for those six months at Dalton. A coffee date or meal out with other friends once every couple of months did not begin to compare with their former joined-at-the-hip habits. She had actually resented him on some level for making his escape and leaving her behind. And it still made her burn with shame that she had never even noticed he was being bullied that badly in the first place.

When Kurt came back to McKinley, things had been good for a while. More like the old days. But she had not liked his new friendship with Rachel, or having his boyfriend around all the time once Blaine transferred, feeling as if she had been replaced. When she had decided to form the Trouble Tones, Kurt had not given her grief or displayed any resentment over not being invited to go with her. He was the only guy in New Directions to get even less solo attention than she did, but she had lumped him in with all the others and turned her back. Where had her best friend loyalty, honorary girl solidarity to Kurt been then?

All of these thoughts flashed through Mercedes’ brain while Blaine spoke the last few words of his proposal.

It hit her like lightning as Kurt drew in a deep breath to reply. Kurt had told her, Santana, and Rachel that he believed this moment was going to happen before he went home. Not ‘back to school’ or ‘back to New York’. Home. Ohio was not home to him any longer, and Blaine - the same Blaine who had wasted almost no time in casually cheating on Kurt once he left town and then somehow got the entire glee club to sympathize with him over doing so, blaming Kurt for his own betrayal - was trying to drag Kurt back into the past by disguising it as a bright and shiny future full of love and devotion. Blaine would not stand by his promises, he would not remain faithful and loving, he would never sacrifice anything he wanted, and he would never stop expecting to be taken care of by a partner as he had been by his parents.

Blaine, like Rachel, was an immature child who would always want and expect to get their own way. Mercedes liked the guy, he was very easy to get along with, but she knew in her heart that he could not be the mature, devoted, loving, and equal partner that Kurt deserved.

And deep down, Kurt knew it too.

That was why he looked so miserable. He did not want this. He had told them as much during their sleepover, but they had dismissed his concern as being dramatic. Kurt had been looking for a way out, for permission to do what his heart was telling him was right. He needed to be told that it was not an unforgivable sin to let people down for the sake his own happiness. He wanted to know it was okay to let his old relationship die and be buried in the past where it belonged.

That was Kurt’s greatest flaw, and Mercedes recognized it because she shared it. Kurt was instinctively afraid to offend, afraid that those he cared about would not support or stand with him if he bucked their expectations, and in spite of a brave face, not secure enough in his own self worth to risk driving away loved ones. He was afraid to say ‘No’.

And no one else had even noticed. God, maybe he was right to be afraid! Not being good enough was a fear that Mercedes had struggled with all her life, but unlike Kurt she had both of her parents, two siblings, and a lot of friends from different areas of life to fall back on when self doubt got the better of her. Who did Kurt have?

“You’ve got me, baby.”

She had not intended to speak the words, but they rang out loud and clear in the sudden silence between Blaine’s proposal and Kurt’s pending reply.

Everyone looked up at her, confused. Blaine was shocked and annoyed, probably justifiable given her interruption of his big moment. Kurt was startled but . . . hopeful.

It was the hope in those big baby blues that solidified Mercedes’ courage. Kurt Hummel was her best friend and it was time she showed him that she still had his back.

Walking down the steps, her heart pounded at the sheer audacity of what she was doing. “If this was a wedding, someone would be asking if there was any objection,” she said, smiling winsomely then dropping it when nobody else joined in the joke. Okay then. Serious it was. She took a deep breath. “Well, this isn’t a wedding, but I know that I’d be a terrible friend if I didn’t speak my mind and tell you, Kurt, that I hope you do the right thing and say no.”

Gasps of mingled horror and salacious interest came from all over the room.

“I should have said that when you asked me yesterday what I thought about your suspicion that Blaine intended to propose before you went back to New York. I let myself get caught up in the romance of it all, but that wasn’t right. Because this isn’t some fairy tale of soul-mates and happy-ever-after. This is your life and your happiness, and those things matter. You matter.”

Mercedes was not sure what she had said to cause such a reaction, but Kurt suddenly jerked like he’d just awakened from a dream. He looked down at his dad, who had taken a couple of steps forward. She had spoken quickly, afraid that she would be interrupted but now, instead of looking annoyed, Burt Hummel looked ashamed of himself. His round cheeks had flushed red and he was looking at his son with apologetic eyes.

Following up this curious advantage, Mercedes continued. “Back in high school, you two were everybody’s romantic dream. Getting with Blaine was kind of your big win after all the bad things you’d been through. I thought getting married to him would be a reward for holding out and staying strong, even after he broke your heart. But that’s really stupid.”

She held out her hand, smiling when Kurt accepted it without thought.

“This ain’t high school anymore. You’ve moved forward and started a new life with a great job, a lot of nice sounding friends, and living in the city of your dreams. You’re only on Book One, Appendix Seven of the ‘Hummel Guidebook to a Happy and Successful Life’ and I know how you feel about people who skip to the end before reading the whole thing.”

Everyone else looked even more baffled by the latter comment, but Kurt actually laughed, dashing away a sheen of tears that had sprung to his eyes with his free hand.

“You’re not even in your twenties yet, baby,” she said softly, pleading with her eyes for him to listen and understand. “This was your first relationship, and it hasn’t even been a very smooth one. Do you really want to marry someone you’ve barely even started dating again? When none of your old problems ever got worked out? How do you know he won’t lie to you again, or cheat on you again? Kurt, you deserve better than that. You once told me after a guy broke my heart that I had to be strong for myself, to respect and love myself enough to make the hard choices, because you wanted me to be happy.”

With an audible sniffle, Kurt dashed away more tears and nodded. “You deserve that.”

“And so do you. I want that for you. I want you to have a great life and get moving on the future of your dreams. I want you and I to meet up for tea and pastries in some fancy New York patisserie when we’re 80, to look back on our free and fabulous twenties, and laugh at what brave foolish kids we were. I want you to find a real, true, grown up kind of love when the time is right. Some great guy who will enjoy all the good times with you, but never let you down during the hard ones. Can you honestly say that you’re gonna find that with Blaine?”

At the sound of his name, Blaine seemed to snap out of the trance of shock he had fallen into and he moved up a step, turning his flushed face and angry eyes toward Kurt. “You aren’t going to listen to this, are you? This isn’t any of her business, and we ...”

“It is her business,” Kurt interrupted, shoulders straightening as his formerly wilted posture firmed. His voice sounded stronger and more certain than Mercedes had heard it in months. “Because she’s right. I jumped back into this relationship because I was afraid of not being good enough for anyone. Not worth taking a real chance on with somebody new. I’m sorry, Blaine, that my own issues caused me to lead you on and make you think I wanted this. I don’t. On the way over here my dad said I looked like I was going to my own funeral. That isn’t how anyone is supposed to feel when they know they have a proposal coming.”

He took the ring box from Blaine’s hand and snapped it shut, putting it back in his palm and pushing both away from him. He leaned down and hugged the flummoxed teenager with sincere warmth.

“Thank you for such a beautiful proposal, Blaine, but my answer is no. I won’t marry you. I hope we can go back to being friends one day, but I’ll understand if that’s not possible.”

Blaine was gaping like a landed fish, unable to argue with the unusual degree of certainty in Kurt’s eyes and voice. “You’re really dumping me?” he said in a small voice. “Right here in front of everyone?”

Seeing Kurt’s face flush, Mercedes cut in again. “It’s the risk you take when you invite everyone you know to see you propose.” Her eyes narrowed. “Everyone except most of your would-be groom’s family. Did you even ask Finn and his mom?”

That question sparked a reaction in Burt Hummel, who looked startled, as if he had not even realized until she asked the question that he was the only family member present. He looked at Kurt again, and this time he spoke up.

“She’s right, about everything she said. I feel like finding my favorite socket wrench and whacking myself upside the head to see if it’ll jump start my stupid brain. You asked me what I said when Blaine asked for my permission to do this and I refused to tell you. I shouldn’t have done that, Kurt, and I’m sorry. I said no. That I thought the two of you were too young and had too much ahead of you to make a life changing decision like that. I said that if you were really right for each other, then your relationship would only get stronger with time.” He glared at Blaine. “Though it sounds to me now like it was pretty much built on sand to begin with.”

Mercedes advanced on the startled Blaine. “And what about Kurt’s friends in New York? Did you try to contact any of them? Or did you only want people who would be on your side, to pressure him into saying yes?”

Poking a finger into the lapel of that garish mustard yellow suit she sailed on.

“You do that a lot from what I’ve heard. Go behind Kurt’s back to try and get other people to guilt him into doing whatever you want, without a thought as to whether or not it would hurt him. Well, honey, that ends right now. You got your answer, so now it’s time for you to move on. And you can just take me off your Facebook friends list when you leave here too. I’ve chosen my side.” Smiling at Kurt, she held out her elbow. “Come on, baby. Let me hop a ride out to the airport with you and your dad, and he can drop me off home on the way back. I didn’t bring my car.”

Looping his elbow through hers, Kurt held his head high as he was escorted down the wide staircase. He smiled and held out his free arm to his proudly watching father, who straightened his weather baseball cap and accepted the gesture.

“I feel like we oughtta be singing ‘We’re Off to See the Wizard,” Burt quipped as the three marched past the throng of shocked, and surprisingly admiring in many cases, guests and toward the huge double entry doors of Dalton Academy.

Kurt laughed a little, “I guess that makes me the Tin Man, because I’ve been afraid to trust my heart for a long time.”

"And I’m the Scarecrow,” Burt snorted. “Definitely no brains here.”

“Does that mean I’m Dorothy?” Mercedes asked, grinning at the light banter as they made it outside and over to Burt’s truck.

Kurt let go of their arms, then turned to give his friend a long heartfelt hug. “No,” he said, his voice husky with emotion. “You’re the Wizard. You showed me that I’ve had what I needed all along. Thank you, Mercedes. For keeping me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

She hugged him back tightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t speak up sooner. You and I both have a problem with going along to get along and we really need to work on that. I’ve just been thinking that it’s time to let go of the past and fully embrace the unknown future, even when it’s a little scary.” She stepped out of the embrace but continued to hold his hand, squeezing it for emphasis as she added, “But at the same time, maybe we need to get back to the fierce divas we both were at 16. I liked those two, and I miss ‘em.”

He nodded. “Me too. That me never would have thought so little of himself that he’d almost agree to marry someone that didn’t respect him.”

“No,” she said, “And he would have flat-out died at the thought of spending his life with someone who dressed like a walking condiment bar.”

Finally, Kurt laughed outright and his father joined in, nodding ruefully.

“I love you, Mercedes.”

“I love you too, Kurt. Now, let’s get going and you can tell me what happened with that other guy you were so excited about. Aaron?”

“Adam,” he said. He looked rather guilty. “He said he didn’t want to be my rebound but that he wanted us to be a couple. I told him I needed more time before I started anything serious with a new guy. He said he understood. He backed off and I think I panicked. I thought that meant he was okay with cooling things off and maybe I didn’t really mean anything to him after all.”

At this admission, Burt groaned and dragged a hand over his face. “And that’s why you let your heart melt when Blaine came panting back up and started humping your leg.”

“Dad!”

Burt raised an eyebrow. “I call it like I see it, kid. And the last ten minutes have opened my eyes to a lot of things. Like, you’ve been put down and pushed out so many times that you don’t even know what a good relationship is supposed to look like anymore. When you get back to New York, I want you to go online and find a good therapist. A real one this time, not some hack school counselor who tries to push their own romantic failures off on you.”

“You know about that?”

“You told Finn. He’s got a big heart and a bigger mouth. And he doesn’t approve of the way Blaine treats you. That should have occurred to me when I didn’t see him in there. I’m real sorry for that, son. You weren’t the only person trying to recapture their past, it seems.” Burt sighed. “Anyway, about that therapist. Find someone you can be comfortable talking about all the crap you’ve been through and let them get your head on straight. I wouldn’t start dating anyone else seriously until you’ve had a few sessions of that. And don’t worry about the money. I put your mom’s life insurance payout in a Trust for you and it’ll mature when you hit your next birthday. I’ll pay for it until then. Just send me the details and I’ll set up a direct deposit for you.”

Kurt looked stunned. “Dad, that’s . . . are you sure?”

The fact that he did not argue that he didn’t need such a thing told his father all he needed to know. “I’m sure. Consider it my apology for being such a myopic ass these last couple of years.”

“You weren’t...”

“I was,” Burt said bluntly. “Take the offer.”

Mercedes gave her friend’s arm a squeeze. “It’s a good idea, but I also want you to know that you can talk to me anytime you want, about anything. This time I promise I’ll listen to what you have to say.”

“Ditto,” he replied, clearly a little overwhelmed by the sudden turnaround his life had just taken. Checking his watch, Kurt said, “We’d better get going. That detour took up most of my pre-flight check in time and I don’t want to miss the plane.”

Burt just nodded, pulling out his keys and heading for the driver’s seat. He had said what he needed to and looked a little relieved to get back to business.

Mercedes climbed into the back seat and was a little surprised, though pleased, when Kurt joined her instead of taking the seat next to his father. “We can catch up a little more,” he said, buckling himself in. “I want to hear more about what’s going on in Los Angeles.”

As she began filling the silence with a dramatic play by play of life as an aspiring recording artist, Mercedes could see the tension leeching out of Kurt. He looked relaxed for the first time since he’d come back to Ohio, his mind at ease, and she felt proud that she had been instrumental in bringing about that expression of peace. She hadn’t been a very good friend of late, but it filled her own heart with healing joy to know that it was not too late.

They were right where they needed to be.

THE END

#Free Kurt #Kurt and Mercedes #Not Blaine or Klaine Friendly #Proposal AU where Mercedes saves the day

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crazedlunatic · 6 years ago

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Blaine Gets Into College

“I’m not going to be nothing.” Blaine said to himself as he sat in the corner booth at a restaurant in downtown Westerville waiting for his parents and grandmother to meet him. It wasn’t like he wanted to meet them or anything, but they knew it would be time for him to get his acceptance letters back from colleges and therefore they wanted to meet to ‘discuss his options.’ Which probably meant that his grandmother was forcing them to financially support him—something that he absolutely detested, but how else would he… well… survive? It wasn’t like he could as Kurt’s parents to support him or anything. He was pretty sure Kurt’s dad didn’t even like like him yet.

Blaine looked down at the three acceptance letters he had brought with him—Duke, UC Santa Barbara, and UCLA. Those were the three schools that wanted to recruit him for soccer and they would therefore be giving him a scholarship if he accepted. He got into two more colleges—OSU and UK, but he didn’t plan to tell his parents that. At least not yet.

The best three soccer schools wanted him. It was everything his father had wanted from him since he turned seven and started playing soccer. Wanted from was more accurate than for because Blaine was pretty sure his dad just wanted in on the money he could possibly make if he went professional.

I still wish you’d let me meet them. You’ve met Dad and Carole. How is that fair? :)

Blaine looked down at the text and shook his head, smiling. Kurt knew things weren’t… normal in Blaine’s home life. They didn’t go into a whole lot of details because Blaine wasn’t comfortable enough to tell too much yet, but he knew that Kurt was really just trying to cheer him up. Kurt probably knew more than he let on. After all, he would always be stressed before and after visits. That always resulted in Kurt trying to cheer him up or distract him—something he appreciated more than Kurt would ever be able to understand. At least he had Kurt to complain to about it now.

Maybe next time you can come. It’ll be a party, Blaine typed back. He knew Kurt would never meet his dad but he wasn’t going to come out and say that. Kurt would surely take it the wrong way.

I don’t think we have the same idea of what a party is, Blaine. But if it ends in more drunk cuddling, I might not argue too much.

“It is incredibly rude to have your phone out on the table in a restaurant, Blaine. What do they teach you at Dalton?”

Blaine slid his phone into his pocket as his grandmother took a seat across from him. “Sorry, grandmother.”

“Your parents will be here shortly. Your father got a little held up at work.” She said, looking around the restaurant. “Did they not even bring you water?”

“I didn’t want anything to drink until I ordered.” Blaine mumbled.

“Talk clearly. You’re not some public school child.”

“I went to public school until ninth grade.”

“Don’t backtalk me. What has gotten into you? A boy gets to the age where he can apply to college and all of a sudden he thinks he can sass his grandmother?”

“Surely Blaine isn’t sassing anybody.”

Blaine stiffened as his father sat directly across from him. He’d really hoped his mother would sit by him… until he remembered otherwise he’d be looking directly at his father.

“How’s that boy?” His mother asked, sliding into the booth next to him and pulling a hair off of his blazer. “Doesn’t he look so adorable in his blazer, Barbra?”

Blaine shrugged his shoulder in an attempt to make her stop. “It’s fine, mom.”

“Clearly your etiquette classes did not pay off.” His grandmother remarked as the waiter came up and took their order.

“A lot of things didn’t.” His father muttered, looking Blaine in the eyes.

“How is that boy?” His mother repeated and Blaine resisted the urge to cringe.

“What boy?” Blaine asked distractedly, looking around the restaurant confused.

“I heard him on the other side of the phone the other day, Blaine. Don’t treat me like I’m dumb. You have a friend that is a boy.” His mother said slowly.

“I have many friends that are boys.” Blaine said. “I go to an all boys school.”

“Honestly. We can handle it. We handled you coming out, didn’t we?” Blaine’s grandmother asked.

Oh, yeah. You sure did.

“What’s his name?”

Blaine looked out the window, praying that the waiter would come with their drinks a little faster. He needed something to distract himself since he clearly wasn’t going to be able to have his phone out. His phone was the only thing that made lunches with his mother bearable and now he didn’t even have that to save him.

“Your mother asked you a question, Blaine.” His father said, voice low.

“Christopher.” Blaine lied. “His name is Christopher.”

“I’ve always thought that was a hideous name.” Blaine’s mother said, scrunching her nose up. “Christopher?”

“What ethnicity is he?” His grandmother asked.

“Does it matter?” Blaine asked before he could stop himself.

“Of course it matters.” His father said through clenched teeth.

“He’s Hispanic. Christopher is his middle name. His first name is Jose.”

His grandmother dropped her purse on the floor. “Honestly, Blaine?”

Blaine shrugged one shoulder, looking up and taking his drink from the waiter when she arrived.

“I still say we should have gone to the country club.” Blaine’s mother sighed.

“It would have been too far of a drive for Blaine. Gas isn’t cheap these days and I’m the one that has to pay his gas because Dalton won’t let their damn students have jobs.” Blaine’s father scoffed. “If I had it my way, he’d be working and paying off part of his tuition bill.”

There goes them paying for tuition for OSU or UK, Blaine thought to himself. He felt a tingle of sadness and guilt. There goes being within driving distance of Kurt.

“Are you really dating a Mexican?” His grandmother asked.

“I think they prefer to be called Hispanic, mother.”

“I’m actually dating a leprechaun.” Blaine shrugged.

“I’m asking you a serious question.” His father growled.

“I’m not dating anybody.” Blaine blurted, sitting up much straighter. “The guy on the phone was one of the Warblers.”

He momentarily closed his eyes. Please don’t ask me anything else…

“You sure do talk to someone on the phone a lot after school. Who is it?”

“My therapist.”

All three of them fell silent after that, not speaking until several minutes after their food arrived. They’d never asked how therapy was going. Not in public to avoid being overheard and not in private because they didn’t care.

“So,” His grandmother finally said. “When are you going to let us in on the big news?”

Now if it’ll get me out of here, Blaine thought. But he didn’t say that. Instead¸ he said, “Whenever.”

“Now we just want you to know that everything will be covered. I will cover food, gas, and school expenses while you’re up there and your parents will pay for a nice apartment and will completely furnish it and pay for all of your bills.” His grandmother prattled. “If no scholarship is involved, your parents have agreed to pay that as well.”

“If?” Blaine prompted. It wasn’t going to be that easy. No way. It wasn’t how his family worked.

“If you keep your private life private.” His father cut in. “I don’t want a bunch of pictures of you shacking up with boys ending up in the wrong hands. Your grandmother and I have careers to keep up and if you go wild, we’re going to cut you off entirely.”

“So can I act gay or can I just not let you find out?” Blaine asked, voice sweet.

Why did I just say that?

He really was back talking too much. Clearly Kurt was rubbing off on him.

“Are you wanting an argument or are you just stupid?” His father asked, glaring at him.

Blaine pushed the envelope toward his father, mainly just to shut him up.

His dad set his plate aside and opened Duke’s first—his father’s first choice, as it had been since he was 9 and his coach said he showed “great promise.”

“Accepted.” His father said out loud about five seconds later.

Blaine sat very still, waiting. What would happen?

“Accepted on a full scholarship!” His grandmother cried, looking over her son’s shoulder. “Oh, Blaine! I knew you could do it! He’s always practiced so hard!”

Blaine’s eyebrow shot up. He hadn’t expected a reaction from her. The again, money. What else would get a reaction from this woman?

“Do you see that, Mark?”

“Good. Maybe he can go to Duke, get his act together, find a nice girl, have a good career, and pretend to be normal.” His father said, tossing the letter onto the table.

Blaine stood, yanking the letter up and grabbing the others as well before anyone could grab them. “I don’t know why I came.”

“Not so fast. We’re not done discussing this. You need financial support.” His grandmother said, pointing to the seat. “Sit.”

Blaine stared at the three of them, weighing his options. Money for college and life or no money for college and life. Of course, of course, freaking money was going to win out. He hated money.

“Financial support will be given to you, as I explained, but there are some… conditions. Now I know that you wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my chances of winning in office.” His grandmother said as he slowly and regretfully took a seat. “We want to make sure proper precautions are taken to… to ensure my slot.”

Blaine resisted the urge to take a roll his eyes.

“You are not to post pictures of you and other boys acting… homosexual online.” His father interrupted. “You are not to post anything about your boyfriend online. You are not to do anything that would raise flags that the grandson of Barbra Anderson is gay. Am I clear?”

Blaine looked down at his phone, uploading a picture of he and Kurt as his Facebook display picture. His profile was completely unsearchable so it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it still gave him the lightest bit of satisfaction. “Crystal clear, father. Is that it?”

“Don’t go getting drunk and acting like a fool. You have a name to uphold. If you get arrested, I will not be bailing you out again.”

“The longer I’m in jail, the more likely people are to make a connection.” Blaine commented. “That would be pretty unfortunate, wouldn’t it?”

His father stood, walked around the table, and grabbed his arm roughly. “I’m not playing, Blaine Wyatt Anderson. Just because you are almost 18 does not give you the right to act how you choose.”

“Actually when I’m 18, it does give me the right. By law.” Blaine said, eyes on his father’s hand. Five… four… three…

“Let go of him, Mark. This is ridiculous.” His grandmother hissed. “Someone could see.”

“Someone could see? That’s more important than what he did?” Blaine scoffed, standing when his father let go of him. “I’m leaving.”

“Here’s some lunch money, dear.” His mother said, shoving four one hundred dollar bills into his hand.

“Lunch money or hush money? Forget it.” Blaine pocketed the money, grabbed his jacket, and stormed out of the restaurant.

Are you free yet?

Blaine looked at his text, feeling his face light up in a smile at Kurt’s words. Just broke away. Am I driving to Lima or are we meeting half way?

You’ve driven all the way the last five times. I’m at Dalton in the senior commons with your friends. Hurry back. Wes is getting restless and that always results in awkward sexuality questions.

I am so sorry. I’ll be ten minutes tops.

At least Blaine had Kurt and his friends.

#wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt

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hello-justawriterofthings · 6 years ago

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Art and Music - Steve Harrington

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Hey Friends, This is a little different than anything I've written in a while. An Angsty Steve story, About an Artist and Rocker. Lot's of drama, twists. Also, I wanna make it clear, that I am no artist, I also don't play any instruments. Any mention of art shows or music gigs, are just me guessing. Warnings = Angst, Language. [ Y/N = Your Name, Y/L/N = Your last name ]. No gifs belong to me, Thank you all so much.

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Painting was my life, it helped me through a lot of rough times. I met Steve in High school, he was a band geek. Well, he wasn't much of a geek, he was a stud. He spent all his time in the music room, like I spent all my time in the art room. We had a few classes together, but never really spoke. I can't lie, I did have a small crush on him, but nothing serious, I knew nothing was going to happen. Well, at least that's what I thought then. One day, I was making my way out of the art room, covered in paint, carrying small jars of paint and a large canvas. School was over, but I always stayed later to paint with the teacher. I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the hallway, but then again, I thought differently once I ran straight into another body. Paint splattered everywhere, including on the person I ran into. Before I even looked to see who i had run into, the apologies just started to pour out of my mouth. " I'm so sorry. That was all my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going " I stuttered, not a fan on confrontation and I didn't want to get yelled at. I heard a soft chuckle, causing me to look up. Of course it had to be Steve, soft hair, instrument playing Steve. " It's alright Y/N " he smiled, making me nod quickly, ready to get out of there. " I'm so sorry, your guitar... " I sighed deeply, he glanced down at the guitar in his hands, that now had yellow, blue and pink splatters on it. He took a closer look at it before smiling again ' I think you improved the look of it, it was boring before. Maybe I should should be thanking you ", " No no, no need for that " I stuttered quickly. " No, I need to thank you. I'm playing a gig tonight, do you wanna come " he smiled, I coughed awkwardly " Um, I think I can make it ". He smiled even wider " Okay, it starts at 7pm and I'll have to address you as my date ", I furrowed my brows in confusion " What ". He chuckled while sending me a wink " I'll see you tonight Y/N ", after me another dashing smile he walked away. " Wait, how did you even know my name! " I called after him, only to hear him laugh as he got further away. What did that mean?

Reaching the venue at 7pm, I let out a deep sigh as I entered the cafe. Steve was setting up some equipment with a few friends, he laid eyes on me, a smile forming on his face. He waved me over. I awkwardly made my way over, waving back slightly. " Guys, this is Y/N, my date. She also designed my guitar " he stated with a wide smile, the other two guys smiled at me while nodding. " You should have a career in design " the blonde stated with a smirk, " No... I just paint... " I stated nervously. Steve smiled " She's great, her paintings are beautiful ", I sighed deeply, this was confusing. " Well, the shows starting soon. Make sure you get a seat up front " one of his friends stated, making me nod and walk away from the group. Why was I even here? I thought to myself, but then again, I continued to go to Steve's gigs throughout high school. Just like he started showing up to my art shows, we were supporting each other. For a while I thought we were just doing it as friends, that is until he asked me to meet him at a fancy restaurant and surprised me with a kiss at the end of the night. Things had changed ever since then, we were young and really liked each other. Made it official after about 10 dates, have been together ever since. Sure it was hard, he was busy trying to become famous, but it wasn't working out, so he just continued working on his music and I was busy working on my art, paintings and drawings. We graduated school and now we were in collage, we attended the same one because they had amazing Music and Art programs. We also rented a house on campus together, it had three rooms. So, one of Steve's band members stayed in one. I met my best friend in collage, yes I had friends in high school, but never had anyone like Lily in my life. So, that's the past, this is where the story really begins...

[ Now ]

I opened my eyes slowly, the light coming in through the curtains. I stretched my arms, as I let out a loud yawn. I glanced to the space next to me, Steve was missing. It wasn't unusual, he liked to spend his nights out with his friends and band members. His band wasn't big, but on campus they were. They had fans, that were also classmates, which in my opinion, was kind of weird, but I still supported them, so I guess i was a fan too. I sighed deeply getting out of bed, slipping on a pair of shorts and then walking towards the kitchen. Steve and his best friend Jimmy were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting. " Morning Y/N " Jimmy smiled, as he was the first to see me. I smiled at him, but walked towards the coffee pot. " Rough night? " he then asked, making me shrug. I wasn't really up for talking, Steve and I didn't speak. nowadays, that wasn't unusual either. I grabbed my cup, then walked into the spare room, which had been converted into an art studio / office. I sat in my brightly colored bean bag chair, grabbing a book to start studying. It was Saturday, so I planned on lounging around all day, studying, snacking and painting. 20 minutes later, shutting the door behind him and then sitting in another bean bag chair. Things were quiet for a few minutes, " I'm sorry " Steve started, " I missed something important for you and I'm sorry, it won't happen again " he stated referring to last night. { Last Night } I stood outside of the art gallery, waiting on the only person that mattered, Steve. The show started at 8pm, it was now 7:57 pm. I had reminded Steve 5 different times today not to forget, it seemed like maybe he had. Usually he'd be there 30 minutes early to help me set up my pieces, but today I had to do it myself. I let out a deep sigh as my watch read 8pm, " Hey Y/N, it's time " Lily stated from behind me. I nodded while following her into the gallery, maybe he was just running late. He could still show up.. He didn't though, never showed up. When I was packing everything back in my car, he wasn't even home when I got there. He ended getting home at 3am, smelling of alcohol. When he climbed into bed, he tried to pull me into him, but I pushed myself away. Not in the mood to spoon. He just let out a deep groan and turned towards the wall. I was irritated and wasn't going to just get over this. I continued to read through my book, ignoring his apologies. " Y/N... " Steve sighed deeply, " What! What do you want me to say? That I forgive you, that it isn't a big deal.. Well, it is! Last night was important to me and I wanted you to be there, I reminded you so many times. So either, you don't listen to me when I talk or you just don't care. Tell me, what was so important that you had to miss the art show? " I asked annoyed. " Jim and Kurt wanted to hangout, Kurt got a music producer to come to the gig on Thursday night. We went out to celebrate, I planned to only get a few drinks and then go to your show. But, a few drinks turned into 5 and then 10 very quickly. I'm sorry " he sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, " So, your dreams are more important than mine... You just had to go celebrate. You three couldn't wait until today to get drinks, we could've all gone out and celebrated together. I sold 4 paintings last night " I stated shaking my head. " What? Y/N that's amazing... I swear I was going to go... I just got side tracked " he then said. I rolled my eyes, I might have been a little to harsh on him or might have been overeating, but I no longer felt supported in this relationship. " You know what, this is getting us nowhere, I don't think you understand how I feel and I sure as hell don't get where your coming from. So, since you're not going to support me anymore, don't expect me to be at your gig on Thursday " I stated seriously as I got up, " Come on Y/N, one time I miss something and you're treating me like I forget everything, get over it " Steve spat. "It isn't the first time Steve, whether it's for the art shows or not. You've been bailing on Dates, missed my family's dinner's, which they Invite you too. Missing art shows, the last few months you've been missing from my life, just to live your own. I've never missed a single thing I've been invited to, I've been to all your shows. But, even when I do show up at your gigs, you ignore me, pretend like I'm not there or that you don't know me " I exclaimed, " I'm tired of it ". I then walked out of the room and towards our shared bedroom.

Hours later, I sat in bed, flipping through different TV programs. I hadn't left this room all day, I wasn't hungry yet because of the fight with Steve, I had a TV and we had an attached bathroom, So I had no reason to leave. Moments later there was a soft couple of knocks on the door, before it opened. Steve walked through carrying a plate of food, " Y/N, you need to eat something. I know you're mad at me, but that's no reason to starve yourself " he sighed placing the plate on the side table. I rolled my eyes, continued flipping through channels. Steve sighed deeply while grabbing the remote from my hand, flipping the tv off. " We need to talk " he then stated with a sigh, I pulled the blankets over my head " I don't wanna talk anymore! ". Steve sighed once more " No Y/N, we need to talk. I need to apologize, even more than I already have ", I continued to stay quiet. " I know I've not been the best boyfriend lately, I've bee distant. I hate that you think I don't support you anymore, I wish I could go back and change that. I'm so sorry Y/N.. I really mean it, I'm going to that art gallery today because I know last night was the most important event for you, but your pieces are still up at the gallery and i want to see them... I want to make it up to you and I will prove that I support you. I love you Y/N " he sighed deeply, I pulled the covers back down and looked at him. " I promise, I will make it up to you " he stated looking me in the eyes, I nodded but didn't speak. I'd believe it when i'd see it. but I did love him back, with every part of me.

The rest of the week went by, but it was tense, at least we hadn't been fighting though. Thursday came by, the night of Steve's gig. I debated on going, went back in fourth in my head. Does Steve deserve my support, Should I be the bigger person. But in the end, I decided I had to go, I had to support support him and his music. I couldn't help myself, it was the kind of person I was. So I pulled on some jeans, black booties and a sweater. Then hopped into my car and made my way towards the bar, that the gig was being held at. Steve had left an hour before, to start setting up. He didn't even know i was coming, our relationship wasn't in the best state. I wish we were okay, I missed the better times. I pulled up to the bar, rushing out of my car and into the building. I was running late, the show had already started. I walked into the crowded bar and I bet, with the amount of people, I'm sure Steve wouldn't even notice that I was here. Everyone was either bobbing their heads or dancing to the music, I could spot the music producers easily, they had their own special section in the bar and it seemed they were enjoying the show. As happy as I was for the boys, I was worried what our relationship was going to become. I sighed deeply as the and started playing the song Steve wrote for me, at least that's what he told me when he wrote it. But if he wrote it for me, why was he singing it to the beautiful girl up front. I had a flash thought to the future, if Steve and his band got big. This is how our relationship was going to be, they would go on tour, sing to millions. Steve was going to rather date a model or someone more talented, then date the aspiring artist. He was going to leave me behind, that's how I saw our relationship playing out. I don't think I could handle that, I didn't like being left behind. So, maybe instead of holding him back and waiting for him to leave me, maybe I needed to let him go and let him live that rock star life he's always wanted. He loved being on stage, playing guitar. He was in his element, playing up the crowd winking at all the ladies. This was his time to shine.So, instead of waiting around for the show to be over. To stay around and say hi or to give a congratulations. I exited the bar, called Lily to see if I could stay with her for a bit. Then I went over to the house, packing clothes into a duffel bag. Then grabbed some of my art things, the bigger objects would just have to wait until later. Before leaving I left a note, explaining how I felt about things and that I'd be back later for the rest of my things later and apologizing at the end, because I didn't want to hurt him, I just figured this was best for him. Maybe this was extreme, but this was his dream and I felt like I was holding him back. So, I was taking action and removing myself for the equation.

When I arrived at Lily's, I explained the situation to her. She understood, saying ' Rock star's don't date '. She had a similar situation, when I first met her, she was dating a drummer. She was head over heals for that boy, but the more shows his band played at, they more cocky he got. Thought he could have a steady girlfriend and t hen fuck someone else on the side, best of both worlds ( Hannah Montana would be ashamed ). When Lily found out she took a baseball bat to his car, followed by a can of spray paint. She was an artist like me, she turned his car into one of her grand pieces. It really took a toll on her, physically and mentally. She always warned me to watch out for certain signs. but I did trust Steve and never thought he would cheat on me, I knew he never cheated ( At least I hoped ). I put my things in her guest house, Yes! A guest house. She lived in her grandparents house, they passed away when she was 13. Leaving her a three bedroom house, where she moved into at the age of 18 and currently lived with her four dogs and cat. The guest house was small, but comfortable, plenty of room for my art supplies. The reason I was put in here, was because one room was converted into a full out art studio, one was full of gym equipment and the last was her own bedroom. I walked into the main house, after getting everything put away. I was greeted by Skippy ( Corgi ), Ned ( Bulldog ), Ellie ( Great Dane ) and Gem ( Bernese Mountain dog ). Porky ( Th cat ) was nowhere to be found, probably on the hunt for mice. Lily and I sat down to eat the pizza she ordered before I showed up, talking everything out. Once we were finished, we watched a movie and around 10pm, I made my way back to the guest house, ready for bed. That's when I received a text from Steve, It read - Come by the house tomorrow, 12pm. We need to talk -. I sighed deeply, but didn't reply. I should've known leaving wouldn't be that easy.

Around 12pm, I arrived at the house Steve, Jimmy and I shared. I let out a deep sigh, before knocking n the door. It opened quickly, reveling a tired looking Steve, who also reeked of alcohol. " You didn't have to knock, could've just come in " he stated with a grunt, only earning a shrug for me as I entered the house. " Want something to drink? " he asked, I shook my head remaining silent. " Okay " he stated as he sat down on the couch, I followed but kept my distance. " Let me start off by saying how Fucked up it was that you decided to end our relationship yesterday, knowing how important it was to me " he spat, at fist I thought he meant that our relationship was important to him, but then I realized he was talking about the gig. " All you did was leave me some pathetic note, you didn't feel important or supported anymore and that's why you left. Well Y/N, last night I didn't feel supported either. I wanted you to be there, I wanted you to be apart of everything that happened. You don't even know what fucking happened, because you're a coward " he spat again, making me sigh deeply. " Don't you ever say that I don't support you! I was fucking there last night, just in time to see you sing ' My song ' to another girl. You were happy and in your element, you didn't look like you cared that I wasn't there and I didn't need to stay to find out what the outcome was going to be, you three are talented! I was giving you an out Steve, so you could live your life and focus on your career, so you wouldn't have to worry about me. Excuse me for being Selfish! " I shouted back, catching him off guard. He's never heard me yell that loud before, I didn't like being an angry person, I hated that he was bringing that side out of me. " So what, I sang that song to someone else and you got jealous? Decided to end things with me over something as little as that, god that is pathetic " he stated with a scoff, " Clearly you don't understand why I did what I did, you singing that fucking song to someone else has nothing to do with it. You not caring about my feelings and only caring about yourself, that's not the Steve I love. You're changing and sorry, I don't want to be around it anymore " I sighed trying to keep my composer, I was gong to cry at any moment, I could feel it. " So that's it, your not going to give me a chance to make it up to you? You're going to just end our three year relationship, not even letting me choose if this is what I want!? " he asked, I thought for a second but then shook my head no. He sighed deeply " Then get the fuck out, send someone else for your stuff because I never want to see your fucking pathetic face again. You're going to regret this Y/N, you're going to come crawling back to me when you realize that I'm the best your ever gonna get. When I'm big and famous, you're going to regret everything. When your art shows fail and you don't sell anything, you'll regret it! ", I couldn't hold back the tears now. Getting up off the couch, trying to get out before he said anything else to shatter my heart. " You know all the times I ignored you at my shows, acted as if I didn't know you or you were just a friend, it was because I was embarrassed to be seen with you. Imagine, me Steve Harrington, bad ass guitarist and singer. Dating, Y/N Y/L/N, failed artist. Pathetic " he stated as I ran out of the house, slamming the door behind. There it was, the truth, finally exposed. I made it to my car, before letting out a sob and taking off. I knew Steve was going to be angry, but I never thought it would turn out like that. It wasn't smart of me to drive being so upset, but I wasn't going to sit in the driveway and cry. The word * Pathetic * kept running through my head as rain started to fall, not paying attention, I ran a stop sign and into a deep puddle, making my car slide off the road and into a pole. My whole body jerked forward, I heard multiple cracks and pain shot through my body quick. I let out a scream, as I attempted to catch my breath. I couldn't move, everything hurt. A passerby ran to the car, opening the drivers door slowly, asking me many questions, most I couldn't hear because of the pounding in my ears. The one I did hear though is when the ambulance arrived, they got me out of the car successfully and onto a stretcher. I heard someone ask if there was someone they could call to meet me at the hospital ( They must've found my emergency contact list I kept in the glove box ). I could only mutter 4 words. " Anyone, but Steve Harrington " I stated quietly, before everything went dark..... ------------------------------------------------------------

Hey guys, I had a good time writing this, I was inspired by this weird dream I had and this came out of it. I really hope you enjoyed, you're all amazing and Thank you so much for Reading <3<3

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