Plastic

Story by KlaineyDays25

WARNING: Plastic MAY CONTAIN PROFANITIES, SEXUAL ACTS, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, VIOLENCE, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND POSSIBLE FALSE INFORMATION AS YOU PROGRESS INTO THE STORY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I do not own glee.

Chapter 10: No More Tears

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Blaine pushed himself off the ground and shot through the doors looking for his English friend. When he finally found Deon, he was seen standing in the middle of the room in front of... what is that, a shrine? That's not odd at all."Deon, what's that?" Blaine asked as he cautiously entered the room, looking at every spot of it before he could fully stand off-guard because being aware all the time tires you quickly and he needs all the energy he can get if he needs it. No, when he needs it.

Blaine tapped Deon on the shoulder and asked him again when he didn't get a response the first time, "It's... this is a trophy room." He answered, looking around. Blaine's eyes followed his and when he stopped, Blaine turned his head to the place Deon was staring dead at and walked towards the shelf of pictures for a closer look. It was a small painting of a girl sitting with the utmost perfect posture and the brightest of smiles. That girl... she looked very familiar. Deon walked forwards and stood next to Blaine with his eyes red and tears rolling down his eyes.

"Arlene." He croaked.

Blaine snapped his head to Deon, his eyebrows furrowed, "What?" He asked incredulously.

"My Arlene... Arlene Chance."

"How did you..." Blaine trailed off, eyeing Deon with such confusion.

Deon didn't reply, instead, he opted to show Blaine. His fingers were brought up to the the golden plate that was attached below and dusted off the remains of a long time a ago and caressed a name that was carved in it.

Arlene M. C.

"Arlene Marie Chance." He said and fell to the floor, resting his back on the wall, "I remember- I remember that name now."

"How do you know?" Blaine questioned as he got down to the floor with Deon, "They say that when you- when you wake up, sometimes all you remember is your name. I mean, you'll obviously know the basic functions of the human body like respiration and movement but all you'll know about yourself is just your name if you're lucky enough to. Sometimes you don't remember anything at all."

"Do you remember your last name?"

Deon didn't answer, he just kept looking at the golden plate with red tear-filled eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek which he ignored and then finally spoke, "No." He said softly, his voice was small. Never had Blaine seen Deon is such a devastated state.

Blaine licked his lips dry and lay a hand on Deon's back, not sure if a hug was pushing their very thin-lined friendship or if Deon was that person who saved the last hug before it was gone forever. Whatever the case, Deon turned around and slid right in, resting his forehead against Blaine's shoulder with his arm around himself as he let himself fully cry. Blaine placed his hand on the back of Deon's neck, kind of like a half-hug and caressed his thumb against the older teen's neck.

For a moment, it felt like what mattered was getting his Guide to feel better before they moved on because the human brain was weird in all sorts of ways, in very emotional states, it wouldn't let you do certain things. It's not that Blaine didn't care or he was only doing this so Deon could buck up and be on his way, Blaine was doing this because he genuinely felt for the boy.

He felt his loss, his heartbreak, his anger, his sorrow. He felt Deon's heartbeat start pounding heavily against his chest. It was the type of heartbeat that indicates your fear. What was Deon's fear?

Nevertheless, he was going to find out soon. Very soon. Signs of it shows it's promising but he still remembered; regression to the mean. Everything is going to be okay again.

"Regression to the mean." Blaine muttered. "What?" Deon asked, his voice heavy.

"Everything will be okay again."

Deon rubbed his nose with his sleeve, "How do you know?" He questioned snippily. Blaine ignored his Guide's snippiness and explained to him what it was. While explaining, he could tell at the very back of his mind, Deon was planning something. Planning what, he doesn't even know and he sure hopes it's about finding Kurt and Arlene.

"You know, if we ever feared something, my dad would chuck us in front of it then leave us for dead if we die of a heart attack. I was afraid of dogs, so my dad got a dog." He looked up to Blaine with the type of eyes that says that Blaine better be thinking as fast as Deon was, "Now I'm afraid of Grinn..." he trailed off, wanting Blaine to finish the sentence.

The short boy's eyes widened when he caught hold of Deon's plan, "so we get Grinn." Deon pursed his lips and nodded at his friend's piece, "How are we going to do that?"

"You know in books, when authors want to extend the word count they add a sub-plot?"

Blaine cocked and eyebrow, "Are you saying we should distract him?"

Deon nodded.

Holy shit, if they're going to have to trick an outer entity, they better do it fast because by the looks of it, they didn't have long.

14 hours.

They had 14 hours left.

The two snuck out from the back and quietly made their way through the crowd and ran off when someone yelled something in Spanish. Maybe that means they've been spotted? Either way, they still ran. They ran and didn't take a turn, they just ran.

When they stopped, they realized that they had stopped in the mall parking lot. Well, at least it's full of people. Oh, what does that have to do with "summoning" Grinn?

"Deon," Blaine called out, panting heavily. His throat was aching and his chest was on fire because never has he ever ran for his life, "Deon, what are we doing here?"

"It's full of people," he answered, head down and hands propped on his knees, "when a child goes missing, it's only then Grinn is brought up in argue. So- so we get a child and- and then we-"

Wait hold up, what? "No- sorry, we kidnap a child, bring it to the forest where Grinn was-"

"How about we just go to the woods ourselves? And what are we even gonna do there?"

Deon looked up at him, squinting his eyes to protect them from the bright sun that burned his pale skin, "That's where Kurt had been last seen. We go there to the place of his supposed death. That's where the missing children go in and never come out. That's where it's blocked off. That's where it's been blocked off since 1991, when Kurt had gone missing. The police found his shoe but never retrieved his body, even after five years of searching, no one had seen Kurt since. He's the last- he's the last Subject."

"Why is that so important, that he's the last one?"

"Because that might mean for the past several years, Grinn was stocking up on power and now that he has obtained the last of his power source, he's strong enough to go back to his universe. His home."

Confused, Blaine wanted to ask what Deon meant by that but was abruptly interrupted when he pulled his wrist and started running again. Apparently Deon didn't know either by the look on his face. That's what terrified Blaine most; when someone so knowledgeable didn't have the answers. He couldn't blame him, though. Deon is trying.

They kept running and the deeper into the woods, the further away from civilization they got. That meant no way could one of them run fast enough to get help and bring them back before the other was taken.

"Do you know where the cave is?"

"It's magic, Blaine. The cave has magic, like the book." "Why'd you ask me to borrow it anyways?"

Deon rolled his eyes and pulled the book out of his... well, it just appeared in thin air, actually because Deon is magical as well and all that. "Was wondering where that went." Blaine mumbled. Deon ignored him and scanned the contents page for anything to do with caves. He found the section and flipped through the pages a few more to get to caves in Lima, Ohio. He stopped immediately when his finger landed on one of the subheading, it read 'Hiver's Cave, Lima, Ohio' below the subheading was a date. A year. 1748. Deon pointed to it, "The year man had realized that something was up with the do of kids going missing every few months."

"Have you got a pen and lighter?" Deon asked, turning his head to face Blaine.

Blaine's hands patted his pockets a few times before he got to the one with a pen but no lighter because, well, he doesn't smoke so he doesn't need to carry it around with him all the time for no exact reason. "Why do you need a lighter as well?"

"To heat up the pen."

And then an idea sparked, "Hey, we're in the woods so I could get down and dirty with a natural fire from natural resources. Well, mainly natural resources. Get some stones, start a spark." he instructed then went off.

Deon did what he was told to do because there was no point in arguing. He checked his watch and they only had 10 hours left. God, this was stressful and nerve-racking.

When they met up again, Deon and two stones in his hands while Blaine plopped down the bunch of leaves he head in his arms. He pulled out his sanitizer and squatted down with Deon. He started hitting the stones together, everytime he did, the spark got bigger and bigger and by the time they had lost one hour, the spark was big enough to start a small fire. By then, Blaine had poured some of the sanitizer in which ignited the flame and made it grow. The flame just grew larger and very near Deon's face. He fell backwards in amazement at the beauty of the flame and how it almost burnt off his face.

"That was brill." He said, eyes wide in awe of the various red-yellow hues of the fire.

Blaine had no idea what that meant but it was a compliment so he didn't bother asking. Deon brought out the pen and would've have placed it near the fire to heat up but that would take too long so he just dipped it in for a few seconds, clicked the top of the pen and started writing in the book. As he wrote, sparks of fire and ashes trailed behind it with each stroke and a little smoke got out as well. Blaine didn't know what Deon was writing but it sure made a whole lot of sense considering their situation.

Once Deon was done, he asked Blaine to burn the book after he tore out the page he had written it on.

"Why?"

Deon looked him dead in the eyes and said his answer with such seriousness it left Blaine baffled when he was handed the book.

"Because the people don't need to know the true reason."

"What?" Blaine asked incredulously, staring Deon in the eyes to see if he was actually for real and he was. The look on Deon's face meant business in all seriousnes. "Blaine, I know this sounds like a whole lot of bullocks but there are a do of young, innocent children who have died over the past years Grinn started his nonsense. Please understand that it is crucial that the remaining people never knew of his existence. They will go insane looking for answers as to how Grinn even managed to get through a blackhole. We'll be brought into questions, people will try to kill us just so the world won't get answers to a long forgotten secret that was forgotten for a reason, the world will plummet into darkness so just do as I say before you are off with your head!" He demanded. His tone was loud but his speech was rushed. Maybe because now they only had nine hours left.

Blaine looked petrified. He hasn't been yelled at like that since... forever. Terrified of wondering about the 'if's, he hurriedly the the book into the fire and ran up to Deon in the cave where he slipped and fell forwards, bringing Deon down with him. Deon just glared at Blaine, pissed off and then got back up. He held a hand out and pulled Blaine off the ground and then went on.

"What are you doing to do with that page?" Blaine asked, trying to read what Deon had written down. The words were indescribable for as they weren't even a foreign language. Well, it was a language but not one from here, obviously. "The words are from a historic tribe that dealt with the supernatural in the 15th century. Nobody knew about them until they found their book. Even then word hadn't got out. Their studies were so complexed and spiritual nobody could decipher their words. So I wrote it down, wordplay. Their speciality in language skills. I'm guessing the reason why they wrote it down with such heavy amount of codes was because they feared Grinn would get his - uh, is he even a man? - his hands on it. The wordplay would only confuse him."

"Don't you think he'd've figured out how to get to the book? Like tricking two teenagers into deciphering it for him?"

And then Deon stopped. With the page in hand, he crumpled the piece of paper and dropped his hand to his side. Blaine noticed that quickly Deon's skin had paled when he turned around.

"Run."

And so they ran. Blaine didn't know why but they ran. The seemingly sturdy end of the cave started closing in, collapsing as it did so. Debris got into their eyes and nose but they didn't stop. Until a huge rock came crashing down on Deon, trapping his foot in. Blaine didn't noticed so he kept on running. He finally got out of the cave. But when he turned around to look for Deon, the English boy was seen on the floor, unable to get up. Blaine ran back in but Deon yelled for him to just keep going without him. Blaine didn't listen. He kept running towards Deon but then a man in a dark cloak appeared right before his eyes. When he did, the loud crashing sounds that echoed the cave suddenly stopped. Hell, it felt like the whole world stopped moving for a bit and Blaine and Grinn were in their own little world of chaos and fear.

"Blainey, I see you've gotten far but seeing as you only have six hours left before you say goodbye to everyone you know, I just wanted to tell you that you did well and I wish you all the best in your next life when I come see you again, okay?"

What the fuck is this?

"No! No, I can't- I can't die like this." He sobbed, "I can't die knowing that I tried without giving it my all."

Grinn's face softened, "Blaine, you'll always have a second shot. And a shot after that and so on. But know that whatever happens, you won't be able to beat me. Sorry, but that's what happens."

"What do you need the book for?!" Blaine yelled, getting more frustrated and angry than scared.

"Well, like you, I want to go home and pretend nothing happened."

"But you can't." Blaine said, realizing something he should've a long time ago.

"No."

"Then why do you waste your time kidnapping little children and scarring them for life then eventually killing them if they don't make it?"

"It's what I'm meant to do. A group of elderly men lured me into their trap, experimented on me, and then launched me into space unconcious. The next thing I know was I was in a world where I couldn't escape. They knew of my strengths, so they prevented destruction from happening in their world by throwing me into this world where I spent the rest of my normal human-like years here as I wasted away. I was only a lad of six years before this. They were greedy pigs who'd shun their problems when the situation got too big and that's the same here as I realized in my 1.5 million years here. I lied," he said cheekily, "I'm not stretched through time. I'm stretched through space."

Now Blaine was angry, "You lied! You lied to me!"

"No, I just tricked you with wordplay since you humans are so fond with that. I thought of tagging along if I'm gonna stay here forever. Oh and by the way, you should stop trying already, your precious Kurt and Arlene are no longer. There's no point in your staying back to save your friend anyways," Grinn turned back to see Deon paused in his utmost terrified phase ever, "in five minutes he's going to die of suffocation when that rock over there," he points to the huge boulder that sat in the edge, "rolls down and knocks your friend in the chest, stops there and stops his breathing. In three minutes if you don't leave now, you're going to die here from inhaling this much debris I mean come on, are you that stupid? It's gonna clog your lungs. And two minutes, you'd be dead and there's nothing you can do to stop me by then. Even in the next life. It's a cycle, Blaine. Many have tried and many have failed so just let it be and I'll leave you be, okay?"

"But I have six hours left, you're sup- you gave me 48 hours and I had six left! You're cheating!"

Grinn smirked, "Just like how I cheated death." And with that, disappeared, letting time continue where it left off and Blaine sitting there like a helpless puppy. What Grinn said was right, though. That boulder looked just about ready to fall. Blaine had options. He had an option to get up and run and let his friend die or he had an option to try to help his friend and die. Either way, he was going to lose. Why did he think he was going to be able to beat an entity so strong with so much power by himself? Why didn't he just let things be? Why did he have to be so stupid all the time? Either way, he was going to die. No matter if he stayed or ran, he was going to die. If he ran, he'd have at least a few more decades before he's off to his next life. If he stays, he's gonna die. No matter what, you can't escape the hands of death when you're already at its feet.

No matter what you did to to prevent it, death always finds a way to end you no matter how many times you cheated it. No matter how old you are, you're still going to die somehow, from a disease, from an accident, from old age, you're going to die no matter what.

So there was no point in trying. So you should just accept your fate for what you have been given and just let it be. Accept your fate. Stop crying, it's going to be over anyways. No matter which direction you turn, you'll lose. Even if you feel like you win, the glory won't be long before it ends anyways.

The agony of one person dying is enough to break another's heart but knowing you are going to die with them does not better the situation. We're all losers. We're all human. We all make mistakes. Though some mistakes worse than others, yet still mistakes.

Blaine got down on his knees and just sat there. This is how he ends.

By time he reached the five-minute mark, he witnessed the boulder start rolling down and crushing the boy underneath. It rolled down from the other side and then crushed him again. By the fifth roll, Deon was inanimate. He had died. Blaine checked the time on his watch, at least he knows when his friend had died.

Monday, December 25th, 2017, 6:47:58PM.

Now it's his turn.

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Blaine was awake. Though his eyes weren't open, his ears were. He heard the rolling of wheels, the chattering of people, the beeping of a machine and the whispers. He heard whispers.

He forced himself to move but he couldn't feel his body. When he cracked his eyes open the slightest bit, the brightness of the white light burned through his vision, making him want to jolt but couldn't. He couldn't move. He just lay there.

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Later, Blaine woke up again but all he could hear was faint murmuring of a familiar voice to an unfamiliar voice.

He wanted to make-known his presence in the room by at least moving an arm but he didn't have the energy to even do that. So he yelled.

The murmuring stopped and immediately Blaine felt eyes on him.

That wasn't exactly a yell... more like a sick man on the verge of vomiting but it never came out so he's stuck with that constant feeling of waste in his throat ready to come out any time.

Unable to do anything, he just kept looking at whatever he could but his vision was blurry and so was his hearing. They sounded like echoes.

...

So three days later and Blaine was still in a state where he couldn't see, here, feel or move. Whenever he heard the fuzzy sound of the door closing or opening, he'd just wait. Wait for that person to say something, wait for them to just hover over his face a little so he could at least put a face to whoever was crying day and night by his bedside. But no. That didn't happen. They didn't do that.

Maybe Blaine was just sweating... maybe-

"It's been 17 months and I- I don't know if-"

"Hey, buddy, he's gonna be all right. It's all gonna be okay. He'll wake up eventually. And by the looks of it, he's healing pretty quickly if you ask me. His heart rate is normal, his brain activity is... Well, they said something in some other language so."

Laughter.

He heard laughter. He's heard that laugh before... who was it?

The door opened. A gasp was heard.

"Oh, my God." A muffled voice murmured.

Footsteps were heard nearing him. Fast-paced footsteps. The person who ran to Blaine held his hand and tightened the grip on it, "Blaine?" The person said. That voice was so familiar it almost sounded like-

"Kurt, buddy, I know he seems awake but-"

"Dad, he is awake. Blaine, Blaine, can you hear me?"

Oh, my God, Kurt.

It was Kurt. That person who's stayed there with him for 17 months was Kurt. The one who never stopped fighting. Also the one Blaine lost his life to save. How- how is Kurt- didn't Grinn-

"Kurt," he managed, opening his eyes just a little more to see his love's crying eyes. He felt his heart ache when he realized that those tears were for him. And only him. Kurt didn't even wait a second to catch his breath when he leaned forwards and hugged Blaine. Very, very tightly.

Blaine tried to hug back but he felt something tug at him. Wires? What's this thing clipping to his thumb?

"Blaine, honey, oh, God. Thank, God." He sighed, "I was so scared you- I just- I missed you so much, Blaine."

"I missed you too." Ah, finally, coherent words slipped through his lips.

He watched the corners of his boyfriend's lips tug into a wide smile as the last of his tears rolled down. Blaine lifted his arm and placed his cold hand to Kurt's cheek, cupping him gently, "Don't cry, Kurt. No more tears."

"No more tears." He said back.

They were smiling and they were happy and everything felt okay again. Just then, a man walked up behind Kurt also with a large smile on his face. "Good to see you, Blaine."

Was this Kurt's Dad? Wait, hold up, what's happening?

"He looks shocked. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It's definately a good thing." Blaine answered, "And it's good to see you, too, Mr. Hummel." A gruff laugh escaped Burt's mouth when he heard that because Blaine had never called him 'Mr. Hummel' in years. When the curly-headed boy heard that, his expression was priceless because it almost seemed as if Blaine had never known that. The Hummels checked with the doctor, wondering if Blaine had some sort of memory loss but it was quickly denied so. Maybe it was because he was still drugged with a lot of sleeping pills.

Days went on where Blaine slowly became stronger and was able to speak in longer sentences. In wasn't until the following year, 2018 where he fully healed and was back on his feet.

Over the duration of his stay at the hospital, they told him stories of what's been happening while he was asleep. Apparently Kurt's friend had given birth to a healthy baby girl by the name of Lucy and had gotten married to a highschool sweetheart of hers. They even told him some stories of the ridiculous things Kurt did to make sure the pregnancy went smoothly and that cracked Blaine up really good. He laughed to the point his chest ached and had to be put back to sleep for an operation of some kind of removal of something. He didn't know. He didn't want to know.

When he woke up again, he was all smiles and no worries.

Now that he's full-healed, they went back home from the hospital and when they walked through the doors, a surprise awaited their arrival. Friends and families and friends of friends gathered at the Hummel-Anderson home for a surprise welcome back party just for Blaine. It lasted only a few hours for some people had to leave early and Blaine, well, Blaine needed his beauty-sleep as Kurt had put it.

When the party was over, the couple went upstairs to their shared bed and went to sleep. Only problem was that neither could, so they decided to share a conversation only between themselves and not for anyone else to hear.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, his smooth voice covering the fuzzy noise of the crickets outside. "You seemed confused when everyone was there just now. It was like you were a different person." He joked, adjusting his position so he could be closer to Blaine.

"Yeah," he said, "and I don't know, maybe it's because I was in comatose for 17 months but, I'm okay now. It just feels like I'm missing something." or someone to be exact.

"In my comatose state, I had this weird dream. I don't really remember it," I do, "but it just had something to do with someone wanting to tear us apart. It felt so real too."

Kurt was silent for a minute before he replied, "Well, whatever it was, it's over now. You're home to me and nothing can tear us apart now. Not even death."

And they went to sleep, silently and peacefully snuggled up in the comfort of their own home and each other's warm and welcoming arms. But little did they know of a man that was the cause of this all. The man that was blamed for strife upon young children. The man that knew it all but never shared it all. The man that saw two broken hearts and sewed them together very, very delicately like they were going to break if he went any faster. The man that took Blaine out of his misery of a life and into a better one where he is happily engaged to his beloved fiance who loves him for everything he has.

The man that was named Grinn.

The End

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Author's Notes

Well, that was fun. I hope you guys enjoyed this short story of a shared love between two young souls. Anyways, I hope the ending wasn't too bad because if you've read until here, you would know that I'm prone to terrible endings.

(Okay, so I've got a new fic in mind that involves Kurt being a New-York-based instagram model and Blaine being an insecure college student in California who looks up to him. Thoughts?)

I enjoyed writing this story and I hope to better myself in writing because I plan on doing this for a very long time or for as long as you want me to. Please feel free to request any prompt ideas because I really want to continue writing fanfiction for this sweet couple. Anyways, thanks for reading until here, sorry if I broke hearts or angered you guys. Happy New Year!

– Rain, (December 25th, 2017)