There Will Be Blangst

spookyclaire:

Blaine remembered the first time he walked on these steps. The Warblers had been with him. He thought back to how hard it had been to convince them to perform. ‘Perform outside of Dalton? Again?? And at another school?!’ But as soon as he explained why he needed to sing they’d all been on board.

He’d needed to say goodbye to Kurt.

Blaine remembered the next time he’d walked these steps. He’d been nervous. He didn’t have the Warblers to back him up for the first time in a long time. But he’d taken solace in the fact that he was good with music. He may suck at romance but he was one hell of a performer. Even if the performance had ended in flames he still looked back on it fondly.

He’d gotten to say hello to McKinley and start a new journey.

He thought back to all the lunches he’d eaten out here with Kurt and the club this year. He thought of the time he and Mike slid down the banisters on the lunch trays. He thought of the time he and Brittany performed a duet on the bottom steps in the middle of the rain. He thought of the time Puck took a slushie for him on that third step up (‘To repay you for the one you took for Kurt,’ he’d said). And he couldn’t forget all the times he and Kurt sprinted across the landing, trying to get to gym class on time.

All in all he’d had some good memories on these steps. Some sad, marking an ending. Some happy, marking a new beginning. Some new and exciting, bringing him friendships he could have only dreamed of.

But right now he wasn’t sure if he liked these steps anymore. He wasn’t sure where this memory fit in. Where this moment of lying on the ground, head cracked open on a the fifth step up, faceless attackers kicking him, belonged.

‘The blood is going to stain my shirt,’ he thought. And he’d bought it especially for this day, for Kurt’s graduation.

As his attackers suddenly fled he tried to yell, beg for help. But nothing but a choked gurgle escaped his lips, barely sounding against the unforgiving cement steps.

No, these steps may have held good memories once, but they weren’t his friend anymore. They were tainted for him now. A stain in his memories. Just as his blood would stain these steps.

Well…they’d left their mark on him. Why couldn’t he leave his mark on them?