kurt?

Needless to say, it’s been a while since Kurt was here. He only ever visited Dalton maybe twice after transferring back to McKinely. Now he was graduated from high school, and returning after his disappearance. For a long time the adjustment was difficult, he slept for long periods of time and could only leave to eat at night, lead by Oliver – the boy who changed him. There was so much more, but it was easier to not bother trying to list it all even in his head. Some of his memory was too blurred anyway.
It’s been at least six months – he wasn’t sure but didn’t dare raise alarms by asking – and he could still only go so far away from Oliver for only so long before they’d both feel the effect. They could separate while on campus though.

Kurt didn’t say goodbye to anyone but Burt when he left. He said he was staying with a friend for a while to figure things out, and he’s sure that Burt didn’t actually approve, but it worked. He shouldn’t have done what he did to Blaine though. His mortality was a little weak still, but even then he knew that he may have truly wounded the other boy. Finn told him that Blaine moved back into Dalton, and so that’s where he went after a few days of being home. It wasn’t hard to get into Blaine’s room, and that’s where he was waiting when the door was opened.

Six months of holding on and keeping strong?  Not only for himself but for everyone who needed him?  Chipped away at him.  Blaine, eventually, started forgetting to smile when others were near.  His grades started to plummet less than a month after Kurt went missing. Sleep was more like a memory of something he used to do.  Exhaustion won in spots and he had no other choice.  He was only human.  Nightmares waited for him when he passed out. It was horrible rest with him waking up in a cold sweat every time at best.  The sunlight in his eyes died out. Faking it became impossible.  He lost his grip on playing pretend. Then it snowballed to where he was now.

Dalton was supposed to be the healing balm.  He knew his parents were doing what they thought was best.  They made him move home first.  Staying there made things worse.  His bedroom and school.  That was his routine.  So the Warblers stepped in and he joined them because he couldn’t let anyone else down.  Sebastian was doing everything to be there. Blaine wasn’t about to snub his efforts.  Three months ago, he started to sing. When he sang? He smiled and laughed.  Whispers that he was starting to pull through started. People couldn’t be happier.  The pats on his back felt like knives.  Did they think he was like them? Moving on and letting go of someone who, in his book, was irreplaceable? They looked happy for him. Relieved.  Blaine didn’t argue.  If they were happier?  Departing with a hug to Sebastian and Jeff, a final wave sent them off.  His smile fell once they were gone. Hazel eyes dimmed to exhaustion. He followed the door as it opened letting the burden of ‘being Blaine’ go. Pushing the door closed blindly, he let his bag fall to the floor and turned– Blaine’s expression twisted into confusion and fear.  Did he lose it?  He must have. Because there was no way who he saw standing there was real.  “Kurt?”