The edge was real. The dizziness and anxiety and paranoia, it was all real. Group was a joke. And why was it being hosted at this dumbass school anyway? And on a SATURDAY no less. It was bad enough he had to be here five days a week and now it was six. There went his weekend of spending some alone time watching MTV and jackin’ it. What a waste. He’s clearly fine, right? The way he’s shaking and his bruised arms grip a locker that didn’t deserve the abuse it was getting. He only excused himself because he couldn’t take another sob story of another person in there. He spoke already, they knew his tale. He’d been coming here two years now.
‘ Fuck this. ‘
he speaks, to no one but himself, no one else was here. No one except the people in that room.
The ex junkie moves away from the door where he’s struggling to go back in or not. And then he decides, to just leave. They would have him next week anyway. And if not, they’d just come to his trailer and force him to come. What a waste. He makes his way around the corner, and there, he collides with someone. Someone whom he’d seen before. And he stumbled backwards –
‘ watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin! ‘
A Saturday meeting of the glee club was an absolute necessity this close to Regionals. They all showed up, too. Most of them early and they all stayed two hours past the time they were supposed to leave. Blaine was only cutting through the halls trying to get to his locker and grab a book he forgot to take home, a song being hummed low to make a noise through the creepy quiet that settled into the school that was so normally busy, loud and full of people. He had no idea a group was meeting here, he’d missed the racket that Mike must have made when he assaulted the locker to get out his frustrations. Another turn and the realization he wasn’t alone like he thought came with..
‘Watch where yer’ fuckin’ goin!’
Staggering backwards to catch his footing that the collision swept out from under a pair of navy blue boat shoes–his attention snapped up at the voice and for a split second they were round as saucers. Lips hung open with the shock. Blaine hated surprises like that. They rattled him more than he cared to admit. Echoes from earlier times that still reverberated back every now and then. Like when you collide chest first with a very angry person.
“Woah. Sorry. I had no idea someone was going to be there.” Finding his tongue, the shorter of the pair held both hands up and blinked off deer caught in the headlights glimpse of a look he hadn’t caught.
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