So this is my first fanfiction ever…So be kind!
I obviously don't own Glee…at all. Reviews are helpful! Obviously this will be updated, we couldn't leave it like this!
Kurt ran quickly down the street of New York City. He passed thousands of people, tourists, vendors, native new yorkers, but none of them looked any different from one another. They all looked liked blobs past his tear filled eyes. His shallow breathing frightened a few people, but none enough that they stopped the young man. His scarf whipped him in the face and his hands stung with chill of the December night. But none of this mattered, not the pain of the coldness, not the split second escape from speeding cabs, not the route through questionable neighborhoods…nothing mattered.
He burst through the door of his apartment and suddenly collapsed on the floor. He didn't immediately break out into sobs like in the movies or throw things or punch the wall. He just collapsed onto the floor and lay there, a few fat tears rolling down his porcelain face. Who cares that he was wrinkling his perfectly pressed cashmere sweater? Nothing mattered.
Suddenly the events of the evening came flooding back to him. He'd met Blaine at a small café. They were smiling laughing and discussing their first few weeks in New York. Suddenly something seemed different in Blaine. He checked his phone with a frown and shallow look. Kurt pretended not to notice, but he knew something was bothering his boyfriend. They had to been together for almost 2 years now, there are things you just know. Suddenly Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and said the three worst words he's ever hard
"We need to talk"
And suddenly…nothing mattered.