Sorry if this is like, cut up in random sections and doesn't relate...
Also, sorry if this is boring, but I'm bad at being emotional.
I do not own any characters or places in this story.
Blaine's feet made a familiar sound as he walked down the dorm. His heart was thumping hard in his chest so that you could feel it through out his body. A feeling of longing rushed over him.
The familiar seas of blue and red as Dalton students rushed for their next class, the familiar hum of chatter coming from every boys mouth.
The familiar hallways and dorms, which had held many last night tricks done by him and his fellow Warblers.
Okay, Blaine would come out and admit it. He missed Dalton and everything about it. He missed the adoring looks he got after singing a solo, and he missed the disgusting dinners.
Well, at least for today, not sure how long, he was back.
He wanted to be back. He wanted to come back to the start and be Blaine Warbler again. McKinley had little point without Kurt. The days seemed long and boring, without the spark that reminded him that after another hour or so he could hug Kurt again. But now, after his terrible night with Eli, life wasn't the same.
Maybe, if he started back with the Warblers at Dalton it would be like the old days. It would go back to the start. When Kurt and Blaine could sing flirty duets and get coffee without any tension.
Oh my god, Blaine missed Kurt more then anything. His smile, his hair, his laugh, his eyes, his voice.
Maybe Kurt missed Blaine, maybe he didn't, maybe Kurt had moved on and was now dating a guy from work.
Blaine scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets.
Maybe Kurt had thrown away his promise ring.
Oh take me back to the start.
Kurt hadn't stopped crying since Blaine left. His eyes were puffy and red and his hair was a mess. He had worn the same outfit this whole week.
He tried to push himself to go to work, but whenever he did, people overloaded him with questions and demands.
Maybe he should just quit.
And there was that other thing. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Blaine smiling up at him, or, holding his hand. Sticking up for him when Finn wanted him to leave so he and Rachel could have a home date.
Just Blaine in general, the way his hair looks without gel. The way his hair looks with gel. The way his eyes shine when he's smiling.
Kurt buried his face in his hands.
He wished Blaine hadn't come at all.
He could have lived with the lie.
If only Kurt had been there, to help him sort it all out, it was all his fault! He should've been there for Blaine, his work had gotten ahead of what really mattered in life and he missed his old life.
He wanted to get away from this terriable tattered ruin of a life,
Oh, lets go back to the start.
This sorta, ended up being a song fic. Whatever.
TBC?
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