Why hello there :)
Okay, so I know that half eight in the morning is a bit of a weird time to upload a new story, but this may be the only time I can do it this weekend. Some of my more regular readers may be aware of the fact that I am going away to Tanzania for a month soon, and as a matter of fact I'm going on Monday, which is why I'm uploading this now. This is my new story, inspired by and based on the lyrics to Glowing by The Script. While I'm away, my dear friend RainySunnyEnding will be uploading for me, so you'll be seeing some of these messages from her as well as me. I have the first nine chapters finished, and I'm halfway through the tenth but I don't think I'll get that finished before I go, but that means we should be covered until I get back.
I hope you all enjoy this story, because it's a little something I've been working on specifically to be uploaded while I'm away. It's different from my other stories as it is written in the first person, but I think it's worked rather well :)
So, I hope you like it, and thank you to all of the people who have read my stories from the beginning and thank you if this is the first story of mine you've read. It means a lot :)
See you in a month, guys! Xxx
No matter how many times I repeated the words in my head, they still didn't make sense. It wasn't possible. Kurt couldn't be leaving me. No, it wasn't true. He was just going through a rough time, surely?
When I confronted him about it, when I demanded to know the truth, he held his nerve for an hour or two before it all came spilling out, the tear-soaked truth. But the actualities made the lies seem simple. I didn't understand; Kurt and I had been together for nearly seven months by this point, one of the longest relationships I had ever been in and the longest Kurt had ever been in. We'd exchanged 'I love you's merely weeks ago, both of us hesitant to say it for seeming too soon but neither of us able to hold it in any longer.
But when, just a week ago, Kurt had started to become incredibly distant, I'd naturally been incredibly concerned. I'd given him his space for a day or two, guessing he must have been going through a rough patch, before I addressed the problem, but immediately regretted it.
The truth had come spilling out: 'I'm sorry, Blaine, but I can't do this anymore'; 'I've been leading you on all this time, I'm so sorry'; 'Please forgive me'. The begs continued, but I couldn't hear them above the noise of my heart shattering into a thousand fragments, each one lacerating the inside of my chest to cause a level of pain I didn't think even heartbreak could be responsible for.
I found a ticket in his wallet later that night while he was sleeping; unable to sleep, I had started the painful task of collecting the items of Kurt's that had come to take up residence in my apartment. It had been somewhat easier without Kurt doing it too, as I got to hold each one in my hands just that little bit longer. I had managed to convince him to stay with me after seven long hours of talking and crying and shouting and silence, even if he was only going to stay until the morning.
I knew that would be it; once morning came, Kurt would wake up, collect his things and leave. He would be out of my life until, in a few months' time, I'd bump into him in the most unlikely of places and it would be awkward as we attempted small talk while his ridiculously handsome new boyfriend was trying to pretend to be interested. It had been a situation friends of mine had found themselves in (not with Kurt, of course), and I was not looking forward to my turn.
And that was why I booked my own ticket to be on the same train as Kurt. It would take some sneaky following (not stalking), but I was determined to salvage our relationship. I refused to believe that this was the end; after everything we'd been through together, I'd never felt closer to anyone in my life and I was not about to just roll over and lose that. I had a few days until his ticket was booked for, and so that gave me hope that those few days would help Kurt to change his mind. I could only hope.