“What are you afraid of?”
They were fighting again; of course they were fighting. This time, it wasn’t Blaine’s fault– he always thought that though. His twin was in town, he had run away and joined a traveling carnival and now his brother was in town. They’d seen each other, even Kurt knew about it. That’s what they were fighting about, partially because Blaine wanted to fight and partially as a response to how he was feeling.
“What are you afraid of?” Kurt cried out and Blaine was stunned for a moment. The Hummel boy was accusing him of hiding away, of pushing like he’d already pushed Kurt before. But Kurt didn’t know why Blaine pushed people away; Blaine was unstable, he didn’t value life, not even his own, he sought danger and violence, he was a cold-blooded murderer.
“I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid of anything,” he replied, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Any other day, it would be true too, there were few things that could get any kind of rise out of him at all. “You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he added, because for some reason that he couldn’t pinpoint, he needed Kurt to believe him.
