It had been two months. Two months since Kurt had moved to New York. And it was driving me CRAZY.
I stared at my phone, as if waiting for something to happen. Sure. I couldn't even remember the last time I talked to him. He didn't respond to most of my texts or emails, and aside from the occasional skype (which he always seemed distracted from anyway), I never got to see him anymore.
Well duh. He's a thousand miles away. I sighed and drummed my fingers on the table. He'll call. I told myself. He's just busy.
I waited five agonizing seconds, decided I couldn't take it anymore, and quickly dialed his number. Please pick up….
"Hello?" he yawned as he answered. I relaxed a little, hearing his voice.
"Hey… did I wake you up?"
"Mhmm and I'm glad you did because I am SO gonna be late! Ohhhhmigod…" I heard a loud thud.
"Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, how 'bout you?" he said a little too quickly.
"Actually I-"
"Yeah, Blaine, I'm gonna have to call you back." My heart sank.
"Oh…" I almost wanted to cry. This was the first time I'd gotten to talk to him all week, and he was blowing me off again.
He must've heard the disappointment. His voice softened, "Hey, it's okay. I'm really sorry I never have time to talk it's just… tell you what, I have this interview I have to go to today, and I'll call you as soon as I get out, I promise. I love you."
"Alright… love you too, Kurt..."
It took me a while to register that conversation. Or lack thereof. I groaned and banged my head on the table. Why is this so hard? I wanted this for him, right?