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Kurt Hummel ([personal profile] showbizpanache) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-02-10 11:10 pm

I don't know where you're goin', or when you're comin' home

Who: Klaine
When: Late Saturday night.
Where: The BC.
Summary: Kurt finally figures out what Blaine's been hiding.
Warnings: Ugh everything. Ugly fighting, talkin' about drug use, sort-of-bordering-on-domestic-violence and yeah. Unpleasantness. 8(



'Just... it's the kinda thing guys do when they're up to somethin' real shady.'

Those words had repeated in Kurt's brain like a scratched CD ever since Kanji had spoke them, but he'd done everything he could to push them down, making excuse after excuse for Blaine's increasingly erratic behavior as it gradually worsened. The fight about money had been an off-color moment for both of them, he'd told himself, blaming himself entirely for the way Blaine had reacted that day. I've been too harsh on him. He's stressed. He has a lot on his plate. He's adjusting.

The more time passed, though, the more those excuses seemed to fall thin. After all, they'd both died on that day, and--and Kurt was fine, wasn't he? He thought he was fine, but then-- Blaine had seen me die, he reminded himself. How would I have reacted, if our roles had been reversed? If I had been the one to see-- Right.

It had been enough to calm his unease for the week after they'd made up, but those words were still there in the back of his mind. They grew especially loud when Kurt was alone in the apartment, cleaning the bedroom and stopping short of searching through Blaine's drawers, underneath the bed, the closet.

What would you even be looking for? he asked himself, and went about his business, easily distracted by the everyday goings-on of the Port.

When he finally found them, it had been an accident.

He'd been arranging things in the medicine cabinet, getting rid of old bottles and replacing them with new ones, and he'd came across a bottle marked 'ibuprofen'. The bottle wasn't full of ibuprofen, though. The pills looked wrong. He spilled a few into his hand, examining them, and bit his lip, confused.

It's just medicine or something. Maybe he got them and forgot to tell me. It's nothing. I'll just ask him and that'll be that. It'll be nothing.

Right.

He put the pills back and went about his business, walking into the bedroom to organize and make the bed, and he stopped near the chest of drawers. Before he could talk himself out of it again, he flew toward Blaine's drawer, tugging it open and searching wildly through it. Please please let there be nothing here, there's nothing, they were just medicine, it's--

His hand stopped cold when it brushed against a small box. Slowly he dragged it out, waiting and stalling as long as he could before opening it. When he saw what was inside he threw the box down as if it were a tarantula, springing back in horror.

Another bag of pills, a razor blade, and a mirror. Why. Why why why this isn't happening. This can't be happening. He stumbled out of the room and into the kitchen, downing two glasses of water. A good twenty minutes passed before he went back into the room to retrieve the box, and he tucked it carefully into his jacket and moved back into the living room.

Lowering himself onto the couch, he started to cry.
mediumdrip: (corner face)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine comes home after work, tired and ready for bed. He loved his work and didn't want to do anything else, but it was still draining. He had to be on his A game and the new pills weren't helping to keep him there. Maybe he needed more of them?

He rubbed at his neck as he quietly came into the room and closed it. He was so thankful that he could come back here. It was comforting, with how crazy everything had been for him lately, that he could come back here.

He didn't notice Kurt at first, mostly because he thought everyone would be asleep, but Kurt was sitting on the couch right in front of him.
mediumdrip: (don't know what i'm doing)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Blaine said after a moment, smiling when he heard Kurt. When he moved around to look at him though the smile faded somewhat. He was focused on Kurt's face that he didn't even notice the box was on the couch too.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
mediumdrip: (oh crap)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine felt the world crashing around him as Kurt presented him with the box. He stopped in his tracks, mouth falling open slightly in shock.

"You've been looking through my things?" he asked after a moment, before realizing it would have been better to deny knowing what the box was.
mediumdrip: (hand up beautiful)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Look," Blaine said, hands moving up defensively as he reacted to Kurt's anger. "It's not what you think."

He didn't want to do this. He couldn't think clearly and they had finally gotten back together after their horrible fight. He didn't want to have another one. This had to be some kind of horrible dream. He was too stunned by coming home and finding his secret laid out to react properly.

"I need them, okay? I was just so tired all of the time. They're the reason I've had so much energy lately. I needed them to work."

Of course, that's what he had told Kurt when Kurt had asked him about the money, that he had 'needed it to work'.
mediumdrip: (kinda pissed)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"What? No!" Blaine followed after him. "Didn't you hear me? I need them! Jesus, Kurt, first your own my case all the time for being tired and unhappy and now you're going to take away the one thing that makes me okay again?"

There was that panic again. That panic making him react in anger.
mediumdrip: (you did not just say that)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop!" Blaine yelled. His power pushed, yanking Kurt back away from the sink so that he could rush to it and try to save any of the pills he could reach.

He didn't even consider that he might have unbalanced Kurt with the shove.
mediumdrip: (boxing)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Stop," Blaine yelled again, lashing out again, this time much more blindly. It was more of a shock wave that spread out through the kitchen. He didn't mind the things that broke around them, or the way he forced Kurt back. He was much more concerned with saving what he could from the sink.
mediumdrip: (talking not smiling)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine saved what he could, holding the pills carefully, before he follows Kurt. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, his vision blurry with rage and tears. "I need them, Kurt. Things hurt too much without them."
mediumdrip: (wibbly)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine pulled back. "No," he said. "No. You can't have them. I need them, Kurt. Can't you understand that?"

He was about to run. His body was already turning to leave. He didn't care that he didn't really have anywhere to go or that it might be dangerous to leave. He didn't want to stay here and let Kurt lay down the one thing he was trying to hide.
mediumdrip: (sitting outside)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine looked devastated. After a moment, instead of answering he moved towards the door, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.
mediumdrip: (this hurts a bit)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine looked around helplessly, trying to find a way to escape, but he was trapped in his apartment with Kurt there judging him for all of the mistakes he had been making. He held the precious few pills he had been able to save close to his body, protecting them.
mediumdrip: (a little crushed)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
"That was before you knew," Blaine answered pathetically, almost close to crying.
mediumdrip: (yellow filter)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine shook his head and stepped back. "No." Panic was choking him, but there was no where to run. "No. I need them."
mediumdrip: (white shirt; hands under chin)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine flinched at the screaming. "No," he said again, almost frantic. "No. I'll keep them and we can talk." He closed his and kept it close to his chest. His second hand closed over it.
mediumdrip: (sweaty what?)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Because they're mine and they're the only thing that helps me feel normal," Blaine spat out. "Why can't you just let me keep them, you already threw away most of them."
mediumdrip: (remembering)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no. Kurt, stop," Blaine continues desperately. He didn't want to keep pushing Kurt away but all he could think was that he needed to keep them and Kurt was trying to get them away. He shoved Kurt away, grabbing at Kurt's arm with his free hand. He shoved away those hand and pushed again, breaking things in the living room as he shoved Kurt away again. "Stop, stop, stop."

He wanted Kurt away from him, to not be grabbing at him or trying to take away the pills. He needed space so that he could keep them, or for Kurt to be away from the door so that he could run away from facing the truth.
mediumdrip: (darkness looking to the side)

[personal profile] mediumdrip 2012-02-11 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
Blaine stared for a moment. There was blood, bright and shiny and red. He did that. He made that. He can't.

He dropped the pills, letting them fall onto the carpet, and then runs. He can't even bring himself to check on Kurt, too ashamed to face any of this.

The Darkness is bound to be better than this.