A/N: A short drabble inspired by the word Silence.
Blaine fumbled for his phone, hoping that it would be Kurt on the other line. However, as he looked to the screen, he saw that it was just Tina. She asked if he was coming to Breadstix tonight as a celebration of their last performance of Grease. He said no and promptly hung up. He wished that Kurt would call him, so he could talk to him about it. About Eli. He planed the conversation in his head, reciting lines over and over again. He knew if Kurt did call, all there would be on both lines was a deafening silence- a silence that spoke so many words. I'm sorry,I hate you. I love you,I hate you. Please forgive me. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
Desperation, desperation filled silence and hope took it. Blaine's fingers lingered on his phone, 'Oh how easy,' he thought, 'would it be to just ring Kurt up?' One press of a button.
But, then again, Blaine didn't think he could handle the silence.