Some messy notes I took while there…
This is just paraphrased. Maybe a video has already come out and will make these silly, imperfect ramblings obsolete. But anyway, some run-on observations, not really in order… I highlighted some Darren-specific stuff.
During the whole tour, Chris tried to make Darren to crack up, but in the last show in Dublin, Darren tells Chris to get up and come next to him and he suddently kisses him on the lips (as we all know). So Darren is…
“I called him a traitor.”
The twelve teenagers were sitting silently in the empty waiting room of Lima General ER, huddled together, just trying to remember to breathe. At Puck’s words they jumped, turning to the other teen in confusion.
“I called him a traitor. What if I never get to apologize?”
“He’s not dying, Puck!” Kurt cried, voice strangled as fresh tears sprung into his eyes. Rachel quickly rubbed Kurt’s arms comfortingly, trying to calm him down, but it didn’t work. He let out a choking sound, burying his head in his hands. “It was meant for me.” He sobbed, “It was supposed to hit me and now Blaine-” Kurt cut himself off. With shaking hands and a shaking voice he whispered, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the sound of him screaming.”
At his words everyone froze, because Kurt was right. They’d never be able to forget this night. The way Blaine’s agonized screams echoed through the garage. The way Blaine curled up on himself, digging his hands into his eyes. The way he threw up, trying to spit out what little of the slushie that had gone into his mouth. The way he sobbed, begging Kurt for some kind or relief.
No. Tonight one of their own had been hurt, had been tortured.
They were never going to forget tonight.
