I got this idea from an episode of a show called Queer as Folk. I cried when I was watching it, and I thought about how it could relate to Blaine and Kurt, as Blaine has expressed the a little bit of issues with his father, and I thought I would fill the hole a little bit with a possible story.
The rain was hitting Kurts window with such force, he kept looking up from his text book, to make sure the glass hadn't shattered. Trying to study for this test was proving not to be such an easy task as it should be. Not to mention the occasional roll of thunder that felt like it shook the house.
He glanced at his clock. Great. It was already 11:30pm. He hadn't even done his moisturizing routine yet.
He let out a reluctant sigh and closed his textbook. He would just have to finish studying tomorrow. He put his things in his bag and headed for his dresser. He put on an old t-shirt and some plaid pajamas pants before heading for the bathroom.
Oddly, this was one of Kurts favorite part of the day. When he was brushing his teeth and carrying out his moisturizing routine , he would just get lost in his thoughts. Sometimes he would plan his outfits for school or the weekend, or maybe go through the list of homework and papers he needed to do for that week. But for the past 6 months, he spent this time thinking about his boyfriend.
Sometimes he'd think of plans for their next date, or relive the last one they had in his head. There were other times, though, when he would just picture his face, and go over every detail. His warm hazel eyes, his thick black curly hair, his charming smile. However on more than one occasion he had gotten so lost in thought, that when he finally came back to reality, he would have toothpaste dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.
Tonight almost became one of those nights, but a light outside stopped him. He frowned, and he quickly spit into the sink and went to his window.
Oh no.
A black car was pulling into the drive way, making splashes in the puddles on the way.
Kurt ran out of his room and quietly headed down the stairs trying not to wake his family.
"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" he muttered under his breath until he made it to the door.
"Blaine" he breathed as he opened the door.