Being Blaine Anderson
Chapter 1
June 29th, 2012
The summer day had been hot. Not a dry kind of hot either, it was a humid heat. The Hummels had their air conditioners on blast and Blaine Anderson was grateful for that. Despite the cool air flowing and the tank top he had wisely chosen to wear today, he still found himself forced to wipe off his forehead as he carried the last cardboard box down the stairs and placed it by the doorway. The pile they had formed was a combination of many things…it was predominantly suitcases, with boxes in the mix full of decorations, bedding supplies, and other assorted living necessities. There were also the things that Kurt had wanted out of his room without taking it with him, and those were off in another, but noticeably smaller, pile.
"Thanks for helping me bring my stuff down, Blaine.~" Blaine heard a familiar, singsong voice behind him and it put a small smile on his face. An arm slipped over his shoulder and the smell of Kurt's daily perfume choice with an underlying scent of hairspray and moisturizer hit him. It was a comforting smell and he turned himself into it, facing the boy he loved so much. Kurt was perfect in every way. Kurt was also moving to New York City. Blaine hated the fact that he had to share this jewel of his with the world already, but he had been gritting his teeth and bearing it for the sake of Kurt's happiness. The bright smile on Kurt's face managed to comfort him a little. Just a little.
"It's no problem. You know there's nothing else I'd rather do." Blaine said back to him. "Is that all of it?"
"That's all of it. It just needs packed into the van, and I'm sure dad will take care of that." Kurt answered, taking his arm away to patrol around the boxes and bags, taking a mental inventory. It looked like a lot to Blaine, but he supposed Kurt was taking his whole life with him. Everything but me.
"Kurt, can you come in here real fast? It doesn't look like I did these mashed potatoes right." Burt Hummel's voice came from the kitchen. Kurt looked up and sighed.
"Always kitchen problems…thank goodness for Carole or he'd eat cereal all the time. I'll be right back." Kurt said, kissing Blaine's cheek as he passed by on his way to the kitchen. Blaine just nodded, watching the boy disappear through the doorway. Blaine turned away from the door, heading back to the stairs that he had been carrying boxes down for the past hour. He headed up it slowly, hand running over the railing.
"Blaine, no, we'll break the stairs!" Kurt's giggling whispers broke out from beneath Blaine's lips, breaking off the kiss that Blaine had been so focused on. The only thing that lit up the stairwell of the Hummel household was the 1 AM moonlight that shone through the window, casting a soft white glow on Kurt's porcelain skin. Blaine had pushed Kurt up against the railing of his staircase and their lips had collided and it was like nothing else existed. Only Kurt's voice and the hands on his chest pushing him gently brought him back to earth.
Blaine kept walking, reaching the top of the stairs and heading down the hall. The halls were decorated with various family portraits, many of Kurt in his younger days. They were cute and Blaine gave them all a glance as he passed by. Blaine regretted not meeting Kurt sooner…they would have had more time. Blaine reached the end of the hall where Kurt's bedroom door was half ajar. He pushed it open gently, standing in the doorway of what once was one of his favorite places to be. It was a shell. The shelves were empty. The closet, which had always been brimming with clothes, was empty. The only thing that remained was the lingering scent of Kurt and the bed, which was now stripped of the silk sheets that Blaine had always gotten so comfortable in.
Blaine walked further in, sitting down on the barren bed. He gripped to the edge of the mattress, barely able to stand the emptiness that taunted hm. He knew Kurt had tried to comfort him all he could…but there was only so much comfort that Kurt could bring. It didn't change the fact that Kurt would be leaving and having a whole new life, and there wouldn't be comfort anymore. Blaine would only know Kurt through brief visits and a computer screen. Blaine knew it was only for a year, but the year extended out in front of him and rested on his mind like an execution sentence. It felt like the year that his world was going to end. Maybe it really was.
Blaine got to his feet, heading quickly out of the empty room. It was overwhelming and he just couldn't take it anymore. He quickly rushed down the stairs, not laying a finger on the railing. He skipped the last stair, turning to head towards the front door. Kurt was just emerging from the kitchen doorway at that time, seeing Blaine making a bolt for the door.
"Blaine…? Blaine!" Blaine hadn't looked at him. He could hear Kurt's voice faintly behind him as he shut the door and headed down the driveway. He knew he'd be back at that house at least one more time…Kurt wasn't leaving for three more days and Blaine would never miss the day he had to tell him goodbye, no matter how badly he wanted to. But for now, just for a little while, he had to be alone.
