Blaine looked up at the picture in his locker of him and Kurt. Black and white, they both were so happy back then, when everything was normal, when everything was fine he thought to himself. He looked around suddenly as if his thoughts had been said out loud.
"We ARE happy. " He mumbled to himself. He put the books from his bag into his locker. Then why didn't it feel like that anymore a little voice said inside his head.
He couldn't help but be frustrated with Kurt being gone. He never saw him because of the distance and that he could deal with. But it was the incessant non returned phone calls, the unanswered texts or emails. He hadn't had a normal conversation with Kurt in weeks. When they did talk on the phone they argued, something that they had never done before. When Blaine pushed Kurt to go to New York, he knew it would be hard, but this was never what he imangined.
His phone buzzed in his hand, he looked at it, sure enough it was an incoming call from Kurt. He hesitated hovering over the ignore button, one that he knew Kurt pushed frequently whenever he called. Blaine answered.
"Yes?" Bitterness clung to his words.
"You don't have to answer the phone like that Blaine." Kurt said from the other end annoyed.
"Well, you didn't call me back all day Tuesday or last night. Thought I'd skip the "hello" and "how are you' " since you don't seem to have time."
"I am busy, Blaine." Kurt said. "I'm on break right now; a client is coming in for a fitting in about five minutes."
"Nice of you to squeeze me in." Blaine mumbled.
"Don't start. You know that's not what I meant."
"You don't have to SAY it Kurt…"
"I seriously didn't call you to start a fight okay. I'm busy at work and can't talk long."
"Figures."
"Look. I was…" Kurt cut off and started laughing with someone in the background.
Blaine balled his fists; he would definitely need a boxing session after this. "Hello!"
"Stop yelling. My god." Kurt said back into the phone.
"I seriously doubt you have time for this so let's just get to the point. I have things to do that actually matter."
Ouch. That was a low blow. Blaine hadn't meant for it to come across like that. He felt a lump in his throat form.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"Um. I was letting you know I had three days off next week and wanted to see if you could come down." Kurt said very fast, from his voice Blain could tell Kurt was trying not to cry. He heard someone in the background asking Kurt was he okay.
"We have a lot of glee practices coming up, but I'll check my schedule and let you know." Blaine said barely above a whisper.
"Yeah. Sure. Well I have to go…"
"Yeah, okay."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Blaine clicked off the phone; he put his bag into his locker and headed towards the gym. Most of the kids had cleared out of the school by now and the locker room was free. After quietly changing he set up the bag and wrapped his hands. He hit and punched for an hour, drowning out all the thoughts and feelings he had.