A/N: Howdy guys :D New fic, this'll probably turn into a full-blown story, hopefully. I'm not too sure about it yet - I'm just testing the waters. Tell me what you think :D
"I'm going to McKinley." Kurt announced, stepping into the dorm room that Blaine and Jeff shared.
Jeff wasn't there, but Blaine looked up from his desk where he was studying.
"When?"
"Probably next month…" Kurt wondered why his semi-boyfriend wasn't as shocked.
"Want me to come with?"
Oh.
Kurt let out a small huff, glancing at the ground.
"I didn't mean as a…visit or anything. I'm…I'm thinking of transferring back,"
Blaine's eyes went wide and he dropped his pencil. His brows then knitted into a confused frown.
"You don't like it at Dalton?"
"I love it at Dalton," Kurt responded slowly, trying to find his words. "But it's time I stopped running. You taught me that, Blaine," he looked up at Blaine. "I need to let Karofsky…and every other homophobe at McKinley that I'm not backing down,"
Blaine's face dropped, and he drew in a deep breath.
"Why?" Blaine looked up. "Why do you have to prove yourself? Why not just stay here?" Blaine took one of Kurt's hands. "With me…"
They weren't officially a couple. After their first and second kiss, they had talked it out. Yes – they were both in love with each other. Yes – they wanted a relationship someday – but they had both agreed that it would have to wait until after Regionals. Well it was after Regionals and neither of them had spoken a word of it.
"Blaine…I screwed up by coming to Dalton," he shut his eyes tightly, mentally kicking himself. "No…I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I would never regret meeting you, not ever, but I shouldn't have run away from my fears. Karofsky wouldn't have killed me…I know that now. I should've put up with it,"
"You learnt from this experience, Kurt…" Blaine tried to reason. "Don't you remember – in 'Wicked', when Glinda and Elphaba sing 'For Good'" Kurt knew where he was going with this. "You know the words…you sing it in the car every day. Some people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn…and we are led to those who help us most to grow…" he faltered on some of the lines, but his intention was clear.
Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine had been in a foul mood ever since they lost Regionals, and the only time Kurt had seen the boy smile was when they were together.
"I know…I know," Kurt started, and Blaine stood up angrily.
"No." Blaine frowned. "No you don't know. You don't know what you did to me when you came here Kurt. And…" Blaine's eyes widened. "It's because they won, isn't it. You're abandoning us because we lost."
He stormed out of the room in a rage, and Kurt's eyes were just about ready to pop out of his head. What was wrong with Blaine? He had never seen him so aggravated. Kurt put a hand on Blaine's desk to steady himself and caught sight of a piece of pink paper, lying where Blaine had put it down.
He picked it up delicately, and looked over the letter, knowing he probably shouldn't.
Blaine.
Your father has found our letters and he's furious. It's hard to tell you the full extent, but he's not here anymore – he's gone to stay at a hotel…for how long I'm not sure. Please don't blame yourself - that's not the intent of this letter, but I can't send you letters for a while – it's going to be hard getting him back and I need to distance myself from you. You know how he is.
I'm sorry. Most of this is my fault. Your father and I have always been tricky – you know that, and no matter how much you convince yourself that you did this to us, remember that it was never you. Being gay isn't something you choose – it's something you're born with, and you need to be proud of that. If you find someone who is willing to be with you and shares your passion, I want you to stay with them. Cling onto them and don't let them go, because you need someone while you're growing up. Someone who you can rely on. Stay strong Blaine, and don't let anyone take your passion away from you.
Love, Mom.
Kurt froze, dropping the letter back onto the desk. So that was why Blaine was so upset. Kurt mentally kicked himself in the head about twenty times. He was practically abandoning Blaine the way his father abandoned him – the way his mother had to abandon him now. Kurt didn't know much about Blaine's family history - only that his father wasn't keen on the 'gay' scenario, and had tried to convince him otherwise. He hadn't realised how 'not keen' Blaine's father was.
Kurt sunk into Blaine's chair as Jeff walked in.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked and Kurt nodded slightly. "Looking for Blaine?"
"Uh, yeah, actually," Kurt nodded. "Have you seen him?"
Jeff nodded. "Yeah. He was rushing out to his car – he was pretty upset,"
"Did he say anything about where he'd be?"
Jeff shook his head and placed his bag at the foot of his bed. "Sorry I can't be any more of a help,"
"It's okay…thanks anyway," Jeff nodded and Kurt hurried to the parking lot.
Maybe he could make amends.
^.^
Blaine drove into the darkness, cursing loudly in the safe confines of his car. He felt guilty and depressed. He was being ridiculous – even he knew that – but he couldn't help himself. He had always written to his mother as a form of escape – a way that he could reconnect with himself. If she couldn't reply, then what did he have now?
Kurt of course – that was the thought that settled him before. But now, Kurt was leaving. What was he going to do?
He tried to remember what he had said to Kurt.
He knew that Kurt wasn't leaving because the Warbler's lost. He knew Kurt was smart, and what he was doing was right, but Blaine couldn't comprehend right now. It was a stupid time.
Blaine drove and drove, not bothering with where he was going. A light caught his eye and he saw several flashes of lightning. It had been threatening to storm all day, and now it was finally here. It was very far away, but Blaine's heart sped up. He hated storms.
He continued driving, hoping he was heading away from the storm, rather than towards it. He had been going down a very straight road for quite and while when a red light came on in his dash and he glanced down at it.
"Shit," he muttered.
Petrol. He'd forgotten all about it – and he only had about half an hour left on his tank. He glanced at the time – he had been driving for a good hour and a half.
Blaine closed his eyes and slowed his car on the side of the road until he was stopped. In frustration, he banged his head on the steering wheel.
What had he gotten himself into?
It was nine – he didn't want to bother Jeff and he wouldn't dare call Kurt. Not after what he said. Blaine turned off his engine and sat in silence, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Of course, anyone he called would come out – they were Warblers – family – but Blaine didn't want to be found…not yet.
^.^
Kurt paced anxiously around Blaine and Jeff's dorm room, as Jeff followed him with his eyes.
"It's nine, and Blaine isn't back yet," Kurt announced, glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Alright, I'll call him," Jeff pulled out his mobile and dialled the familiar number. Nine rings later, Blaine's voice mail kicked in and Kurt slumped on his bed.
"Did you do something…?" Jeff asked and Kurt nodded sadly.
"I upset him…he was in a bad mood to begin with and I only made it worse,"
"Blaine gets like this. He normally goes out on long drives, or he writes songs…he'll be back soon. He's not normally out all night,"
This reassured Kurt slightly, but he still worried.
"Look…if he's not back by eleven, we'll get the rest of the Warblers around and decide on something."
Kurt nodded, guilt wracking his stomach.
^.^
Blaine stared at his ringing phone. Jeff's ID came up on the screen, and he knew that Kurt had asked him to call. Blaine shook his head as the storm came closer. He decided to leave at ten – he could get half an hour away and hopefully find a town, fill up, and continue home – but for some reason, he couldn't seem to even remember if he had passed a town recently.
A/N: I wanted to go a bit into Blaine's family, I always thought he'd be a momma's boy. Sorry for a bit of OOC, it was necessary. Although, I don't like seeing Blaine cranky. And hey, look, my favourite Warbler (apart from Blaine and Kurt) - Jeff! Yay!
