brittany.

     perhaps actually listening to blaine speak was a mistake. he probably didn’t realize how much the question hurt her, but brittany sort of wished quinn and santana were around to take him down for her all the same. she hadn’t logged into most of her social media accounts and had traded phones with tubbs to make sure she wasn’t tempted to check in. and, to be blunt, because she was afraid santana wouldn’t be checking in on her. ‘she’s been really busy lately. college is hard.’ she bit her bottom lip and shifted from foot to foot. ‘do you hear from kurt a lot?’ 

Blaine noticed the subtle changes of Brittany’s expression and regretted his question. Even worse?  It was selfish but there was a thought that if Santana might not be contacting her much that maybe how little he’s heard from Kurt might be normal.  You know?  Perfectly okay. Because it was happening to someone else and that someone else was someone who loved Santana as much as he loved Kurt.  And vice versa.  Yeah? Why’d it suddenly just make him feel like he wished he could take asking her back when he had to answer her as honestly as she answered him?  Or as honest as what–definitely–sounded like someone trying to convince themselves what they were saying was as okay.  Just like he was.  “I–I–no,” he perked up and smiled but his voice was pitched,  “He’s settling in–.  Getting used to the big city. I’m sure in a couple weeks?  We won’t be able to hang up the phone as usual.  I’m sure it’s the same with Santana.  We can hang in there together until then?  If you want?”