It had been so long since Quinn had visited Lima and she got some free time so she decided to go see all of her friends. She had missed them all, even Rachel, someone that she never thought she would get along with but now they were super close friends. Quinn wasn’t the same person that she was years ago. She considered herself to be a better person. She had a boyfriend now who wasn’t all that nice to her most of the time but she really liked him. Quinn brought her new boyfriend Chip with her to meet her friends. Maybe he would be a different person around them and if he wasn’t, she would just need to deal with it. Getting to Lima, she had just finished having arguing with him about her past that Puck decided to spit out but she wasn’t going to deal with either one of them right now. Going inside, she decided to go to the choir room where she always did most of her thinking. She peaked inside and there she saw one of her good friends, Blaine, looking at the ground, almost as if he had just finished crying. Opening the door and walking inside, Quinn walked towards the boy and sat right next to him. “Hey, are you alright? You don’t look too good. You didn’t lose your hair gel, did you?” She laughed, trying to make a joke out of what seemed like a messy situation.
He hated this. Hated the ache in his chest. Missing him was razorblades wrapped around his heart that sank deeper every time it beated and hewasn’t there to have hisecho the sound. When did he become such a good liar? To the point he could lie to himself and say time and space and the person he was becoming scabbed over the worst and he was numb to the pain of being so hopelessly lost.
Coach of his Warblers, independent, in a relationship with a guy who loved him so much that he was willing to stay blind to the truth that was in front of him. The poor bastard deserved so much better than him. A guy hung up on his past. One that waltzed back in with a promise to win him back. Just like that? Blaine knew he was slipping because he wasn’t ever steady on his feet to begin with. He didn’t want to be. Coming to the choir room in hopes of seeinghimbefore he left didn’t pan out. Kurt was gone. Blaine stayed. Not wanting to go home and no other place he could think to go either. Staring at a pair of chairs he could see the ghosts of two boys so hopelessly in love with one another that the world didn’t exist outside of each other’s eyes, the tears to started. Wiping them on his sleeve, he palmed his mouth and searched the room not remembering when he sat down in ‘Kurt’s chair’. Or how long he was there. The door opening surprised him and he gave his face another brush over knowing it didn’t do much good. Quinn. “Me,” Blaine sat up stiffly until he told himself to relax. “Oh? Gee whiz, Quinn. Thanks. I’m jus-just great,” he laughed like his world wasn’t the mess he didn’t want to let others see, “How’d you guess? I’ve been trying to find it and nope! I really, really liked that hair gel.” Swaying over to nudge her shoulder, he added. “What are you doing here? Come to hide away from everyone jumping into their opinions about your guy? I hear he isn’t well received and that’s putting it lightly..”
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