"Blaine? Blaine, are you there?"
"… Kurt? Why are you calling me?" You don't even sound hopeful – just tired and so fucking fed up.
"Wow, Blaine. Hi to you too."
"Well, I'm sorry, but you can't expect me to just-"
"Whatever. I was actually calling to see how you were, but I just remembered why I haven't called before."
"Oh, and why's that?" your voice is mocking and sharp.
"Because you're a fucking prick, that's why."
"… Do you remember back when we could talk for hours and never get mad?" The mood shifts – it's nostalgic and cool and oh-so-bittersweet.
"Yeah." He sighs and it's almost like you can feel his breath through the phone, tickling your ear.
"But that was a long time ago." And just like that it's back to the beginning, voice harsh, fists clenched. "So, now, are you going to stop treating me like a kid and let me fucking move on with my life? Or are you going to just keep stringing me along? Because I'm fucking sick of your games and I can't-"
"My games?" His voice is almost as sharp as yours. "You think this is a game to me? You think I can stop thinking about you, just kick you out of my head and move on? You think I don't want to? Grow up, Blaine, and then maybe people will stop treating you like a kid." He spits the words like he can't wait to get the taste off his tongue.
"Fuck you, Kurt. Fuck you." You don't even sound mad – just tired and so fucking fed up.
"We-" He starts to respond. You hang up.
And you call me up again just to break me like a promise,
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
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