This is my first fanfiction-story.. EVER. Tell me what you think. Should I go on, or just drop it?
AU. Blaine and Kurt broke up in High School and never got back together again. They both went on with new people in their lives, but the holidays are approaching and there is just something that is wrong in their lives…
Chapter 1
His feet were heavy, walking up the stairs to his and Joe's apartment. The whole day had been a disaster. His secretary had called in sick so he had double up with work, he had spilled hot coffee over his favorite beige pants and that really important meeting he had planned for months went down the dumpster. All he looked forward to now was changing into his grey sweatpants, watching Grease for the nine millionth time, and eating chocolate out of the box.
"Hey babe! How was work? Did you remember to pick up the present for Emily? And for the love of God what have you done with your pants!?" Joe was standing in front of him, dressed in a dark blue suit with a black tie. 'Oh shit-' Blaine thought, 'Emily's party! How could I forget?' Blaine stood there with his mouth open and after five minutes he realized that he hadn't said anything since he opened the door.
"Well? I can't see any present, so I guess you forgot that, but can please tell me what's going on with your pants?" Joe looked rather annoyed where he was standing, and clearly upset that it seemed as Blaine had forgotten about the party they was supposed to be attending in thirty minutes.
"Honey, I totally forgot it. I just had such a shitty day at work and all I want to do is get out of these pants. Which I spilled coffee all over.." He sighed.
"Blaine, this party is important for Emily. She wants us to be there, and you know it! Please go and change. I've put together an outfit for you, it's on the bed."
"Can't you go without me? I just want to stay in tonight. Watch a movie or something." His eyes were pleading, and after this awful day he wasn't ashamed to admit for himself that he actually wanted to cry a bit. Just some self-loathing tears. Alone.
"Oh, please! I know you are going to watch Grease again if you stay home. You need to get out more! I'm so sick of you ditching every event with our friends!" Joe's voice was higher now, and Blaine knew that this was the start of an argument, much like every other argument they have had the last weeks.
Blaine turned around and headed for the bathroom. "Don't turn you back at me, Blaine!" He stopped, and turned his head; "Go on without me. I will just drag the party down. I promise I'll go to the next party." He wasn't up for a fight tonight so he knew he had to stay calm. "You say that every time, Blaine, but there is always a new excuse." Blaine knew it was true. He had been a bit moody lately, and probably not as good company as his boyfriend wished for. But then again; 'it was a pre-Christmas party, and really, who the hell throws a pre-Christmas party with gifts? That's just the stupidest thing ever' he thought to himself.
He looked at Joe, the handsome, dark-haired and smiling man he had fallen in love with two years ago. Blaine then realized that Joe hadn't had that gorgeous smile on for a long, long time. He felt the tears pressing behind the eyelids.
"You need to go out and let the stress from work fly off your shoulders. We haven't been out together since June! That's six months since. I'm so tired of you hiding in our home." Joe was on the rand of breaking out in tears too. And that made Blaine cry.
"I'm not hiding. I'm just tired. Tired of working in this God awful job where nothing goes my way! And tired of this gray city! And tired of always hanging out with friends that's not actually my friends! They are your friends, and I can't stand them!" Blaine knew that saying that was taking it to long, and his shouting wasn't doing anything good for this argument. His tears were streaming down his face. Joe gave him an angry glance, turned around and slammed the door.
The silence was suffocating. Blaine's sniffling was echoing between the walls of their Manhattan apartment. He went in to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He didn't care if it was too hot or too cold. He sat down and wept. Only surrounded by the water from the shower.. and his eyes.
