A/N This is my first fan fiction so I really hope you guys all like it. I'm really sorry if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes, my computer has suddenly decided to stop spell checking, so just tell me if you spot anything and I will edit it out. Anyway, enough of me rambling. Here is the first chapter of Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder. Enjoy!
(Kurt's Point Of View)
As I walked into the Lima Bean to meet Blaine for coffee after school, the last thing that I expected to see was him making out with that weasel, Sebastian Smythe. I was completely shocked. Just yesterday, Blaine had told me that he loved me, and now... I needed answers.
"Blaine! What's going on? What are you doing?" I asked as I stormed over to the pair. As soon as they had noticed me, they stopped kissing. Blaine looked up at me sympathetically, but Sebastian just sat there smirking.
"Um...Well...Uh, we, um..." Blaine mumbled.
"Ah, so I see you still haven't told Kurt about us then?" Sebastian said over Blaine's mumbling.
"Us? What's going on between you two? Blaine?" I practically shouted, attracting dirty glares from the other customers in the coffee house.
Blaine just sat there in silence, so I asked him again, "What's going on?" lowering my voice just a little.
"Well, um. Me and Seb have kind of been seeing each other Kurt," Blaine answered a little timidly.
This shocked me even more than watching the two of them kiss, but my shock soon changed to anger and rage.
"You've been seeing him behind my back? How could you! I thought you loved me! You told me that you loved me!" My anger was now subsiding into heartache and I could feel tears stinging at the back of my eyes, but I was determined not to let them flow in front of Sebastian.
"G'naww. How cute. Gay face here still thinks that people mean it when they say 'I love you'! How sweet." Sebastian laughed.
"Oh shut up Seb! Kurt please let me explain. I do love you, really. It's just that I like Sebastian too. I really didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm so sorry if I did, but-"
I couldn't handle hearing his voice any more. I could feel the tears that I had been holding back start to escape my eyes, and I just knew that I had to leave right then. I quickly ran straight out of the coffee house and to my car. I could hear Blaine calling after me, but I didn't stop. I climbed into my car and just broke down completely into great wracking sobs.
Once I had calmed down enough to drive again, I headed straight for home. Luckily, when I got home, everyone was still out so I had the house to myself to be alone. I really didn't feel like facing anyone feeling like I did.
I went inside and went straight to the comfort of my bedroom. I got into bed, not even caring that I was still fully clothed, and began crying again. I heard everyone come home, but I just ignored them and cried myself to sleep.
(Blaine's Point Of View)
"...I really didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm so sorry if I did, but-"
Kurt suddenly just turned around and left. I tried calling after him, but my voice broke and my words just came out sounding like I was choking on my coffee.
"Crap! Why do I always do this?" I muttered when I knew that Kurt wasn't coming back. "I always push away the people I really care for. I hate it!"
"Don't worry Blaine. If he can't even stick around to let you explain the situation, then he's not worth it. Besides, you can do way better," Sebastian comforted.
"I know that Seb, it's just... Well, he was my first love and I really do like him. I really didn't mean to hurt him. I just need time to explain that to him."
Sebastian pulled me into his chest and gave me a comforting hug. I snuggled into him, and began to cry, not even caring that I was in full view of the public and Sebastian.
A little while later, I pulled myself out of his embrace and wiped my eyes dry.
"Seb, can you drive me home please? I really don't feel like staying out anymore, and Kurt was meant to be my ride home."
"Of course I will. Just a second."
Sebastian drained his coffee cup and then stood, pulling me up with him. I followed him out to his car and climbed in. Sebastian pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. We drove home in an awkward silence.
When we reached my house I went to get out of Sebastian's car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"Blaine. I just want you to know that I still really like you, and nothing is ever going to change that. I will always be here for you no matter what. Remember that, okay?"
I just nodded in reply and stepped quickly out of the car muttering a quick 'Thank-you' on the way. I waited for Sebastian to pull out of the driveway, and then headed into the house. I ran straight up into my room and quickly changed into a white wifebeater vest and some sweats, before pulling on my trainers and heading back downstairs. I headed through the kitchen and into the garage.
In the garage, I walked over to the heavy punching bag in the middle of the room and began to throw heavy punches at it, not even caring that I hadn't wrapped my hands up properly or put on my boxing gloves. I needed to let out some pain and this was the best way that I could think to do it. I didn't even care that I could have broken my wrists punching the bag. My heart was already broken, and nothing could be more painful than that.
After being in the garage for about an hour, I heard my mum call out to say that she was home, but I ignored her and continued to throw punches at the big black bag in front of me. At one point, I noticed her come into the garage, but she quickly left after giving me a sympathetic look and leaving a bottle of water on the table. I was glad that she just left me. I felt that if I were to talk to someone, I would just start crying again, and I really didn't feel like doing that.
I quickly drained the bottle of water, before going straight back to the punch bag.
I continued boxing for another few hours, until I could feel my bare hands start to go numb. I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water from the tap. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. I had been out in the garage for almost six hours straight and I was exhausted. I put my empty glass in the sink and climbed slowly up the stairs. In my bedroom, I pulled off my sweaty clothes and pulled on some pyjama bottoms. I then climbed into bed. I was still sweaty after the vigorous work out, but I couldn't have cared less. I still couldn't get the heart broken look on Kurt's face out of my head.
A/N Thanks for reading. Sorry it's a little short; chapters should get longer as they come! Please review. It will make my day! The next chapter should (hopefully) be up within the week, so look out!
