Blaine was sat in the airport, waiting. He hadn't seen Kurt in almost a year, they'd call and text but they hadn't seen each other. He was waiting in line for a coffee, he needed it. After he placed his order and grabbed his cup, he sat at one of the empty tables. He attempted to put his change away but as he did, a piece of paper that had Kurt's best handwriting on fell out. It read:-
You're not going to be alone Blaine,
I'm going to Skype you everyday
and you're going to come visit me
every weekend as far as I'm concerned
But I promise you that you aren't going to lose me!
He held the paper in his hand as he put his change away. The pap
Blaine pulled his knees up to his chest, after only an hour of being back together, him and Kurt were fighting again. Kurt didn't stop talking about New York and he was getting fed up. He told him that he stopped texting Chandler and he hadn't, he lied to Blaine with a straight face. He felt so used. As he let out a sob, he heard the heavy footsteps clambering up the stairs, he jumped under his blanket and pulled it over his head, pretending to be asleep. The door swung open and he could smell the alcohol which was now entering his room. "Get up!" the voice shouted. Blaine didn't move. "Get up!" Blaine knew what was coming next but before he
Blaine was sat in the bleachers, it was an hour after school finished and he was just sat, staring into space. He had no idea what he was doing bit he didn't care, today was the last day of school and he felt depressed knowing that his boyfriend would be gone on September. As he buried his face in his hands, someone placed their hands on his shoulders, making him jump. "Blaine?" Kurt's voice calm and low. "Oh, hey!" Blaine answered weakly. "Have you been here since school ended?" Blaine nodded, not looking up from the floor. "Why are you here Kurt? I thought you'd be with Rachel, performing some sort of musical number!" Blaine answered sarcas
Blaine was sat in the airport, waiting. He hadn't seen Kurt in almost a year, they'd call and text but they hadn't seen each other. He was waiting in line for a coffee, he needed it. After he placed his order and grabbed his cup, he sat at one of the empty tables. He attempted to put his change away but as he did, a piece of paper that had Kurt's best handwriting on fell out. It read:-
You're not going to be alone Blaine,
I'm going to Skype you everyday
and you're going to come visit me
every weekend as far as I'm concerned
But I promise you that you aren't going to lose me!
He held the paper in his hand as he put his change away. The pap
Blaine pulled his knees up to his chest, after only an hour of being back together, him and Kurt were fighting again. Kurt didn't stop talking about New York and he was getting fed up. He told him that he stopped texting Chandler and he hadn't, he lied to Blaine with a straight face. He felt so used. As he let out a sob, he heard the heavy footsteps clambering up the stairs, he jumped under his blanket and pulled it over his head, pretending to be asleep. The door swung open and he could smell the alcohol which was now entering his room. "Get up!" the voice shouted. Blaine didn't move. "Get up!" Blaine knew what was coming next but before he