Four words. That's all he had to say. Just four little words and then it would be over. The truth would be out.
His hands went sweaty at the thought of saying them. What if Kurt freaked out? What if Kurt hated Blaine? The uncertainty of Kurt's reaction upon hearing these four little words made Blaine sweat with worry.
The panic was clear on Blaine's face. He balled and un balled his fists and shifted in his chair to look at Kurt.
He opened his mouth to say the words but nothing came out. Just a struggled little squeak. He snapped his lips together. Just four words. Why were they so hard to say?
"I. . ." Blaine attempted to talk again.
"What is it Blaine?" Kurt cocked his head to the side oh so cutely and looked at Blaine, prompting him to finish his sentence.
It was now or never. He had to say it. Kurt had to know the truth. Okay, here goes.
"I broke your straighteners."
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Ahaa! Don't ask why I wrote that. I'm looking for excuses to not write an English essay.
I just sort of thought of this and was like 'aha! It'll be really funny if I upload this and get people's hope up thinking it's some fluffy romantic thing when really it's just me being a random weirdo! (no change there. . )'
CheshireRoseChan x