Sunshine and happiness. That’s what he was supposed to be giving Kurt and Rachel. Right? Honestly, it was getting harder and harder to try and keep up the act the closer graduation was becoming. The more they planned their lives in New York City? The more supportive he wanted to be. Even if he struggled to smile, cheer, clap, clap, clap his way to making them smile and easing the anxiety both of them might be going through because their lives were about to change hugely. Because they needed a cheerleader. They deserved one.
He thought he was doing a good job covering his fears up. Ignoring his doubts. Trying to be the best boyfriend and friend he could be. Yet with every stroke of her fingers, not even the smell of raspberries and the gentle pressure over his scalp stopped the petulant look that stole his smile, made his gaze avert itself. Blaine’s reflection was a stark contrast to his chipper, “Yeah. You’re right. Only a year! It’ll go by fast,” his shoulders dropped, “Like it’s barely a year at all.” Just the longest one of his life. “I’m sure.” Not really.
@brighteststaronearth ; continued from here.
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