( HALF HOUR LATER ) (TEXT; blaine ❤) Skipping class now, Anderson? Keep this bad streak up and before you know it you’ll be hanging out with the skanks, LOL. (TEXT; blaine ❤) Jkjk. (TEXT; blaine ❤) But okay, enjoy the rest of your day. If I’m not out-cold by then, I’ll try calling. (TEXT; blaine ❤) Love you, too!
“Thank you.” Kurt smiled softly. God he hated this. He hated leaving uncertainly, he hated being able to see how incredibly fake Blaine’s words were. Kurt didn’t recall a time so far that Blaine’s smile quite matched the emotion he was radiating. “I’ll be back when you’re ready. And I’ll explain more then. Just take it easy ok? It doesn’t do either of us any good for you to fake that smile another time.” He himself wasn’t sure what else he could do then, so he turned to Oliver who gave a slight nod and lead him out of the room.
Kurt couldn’t stay at his own home without having to explain who Oliver was, which he wasn’t about to try and do, so they were at a motel in between home and Dalton. Kurt insisted he needed to mend things with Blaine in some capacity before they left the state, so he made sure any plans he had for starting his life wouldn’t be in the way until the next year started, and that he was settled in between the two locations. His family came first, but Blaine had started to feel like family before Oliver showed up, and according to Finn Kurt’s leave hit him hard. If Blaine had been moving on fine, that would be one thing. But Kurt couldn’t never talk to him again with the way things were. He argued with Oliver about telling Blaine the whole truth. Oliver told a few of his friends when he first changed many years ago, and it surprisingly didn’t backfire on him either, so they reasoned it would be fine..
For now, he’d wait for the call from Blaine. Until Blaine was ready, which Kurt would know when that was, he’d focus on family.
What could he say to Kurt’s ‘thank you’ other than to lift his hand in a small wave before he let it fall limply. His lips dropped open and there were supposed to be words said to the advice that he take it easy but at first? They only pressed back together in a sad smile as he shrugged and nodded. “–Yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’ll give it a try.” Warily looking between the two, the smile fell. Why fake it? Kurt saw through it anyway. Blaine waited for the door to close before he could force the tightness in his chest at bay enough to –breathe–.
Two hours later and he had yet to go to class. Pacing was driving him insane. A text message to Jeff and Sebastian promised he’d be at practice. Rushing to get ready didn’t make up enough time for him not to be ten minutes late. By the end of a distracted day he had enough stares from his friends and, of course, Sebastian outright questioning him what was wrong. Brushing off concern wasn’t in Blaine’s DNA. Making excuses for his friends not to have it? Yes, he was well equipped at that even if it rarely worked because he wasn’t the best at pulling it off. It was only a rare chance when he did and it never ceased to surprise him when he got away with it. He couldn’t pretend that their worry meant nothing. Nor could he ignore that he felt guilty for causing his friends concern. So, they stayed late into the night doing what he did best to let it all out. They sang. The more he lost himself that way? The easier it was to smile, laugh and put their minds at ease. Later that evening, Blaine waited for Kurt to show up. Not knowing if he would or not. Deep down, he wasn’t sure he was ready to see him yet either. Knowing that he had the thing that did this to them nearby at all times made him sick to the stomach.
Not that he had much choice. A fact he hated in all this. There was no knock on the door that night. Or the next.
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