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This is my first Glee story, I hope you give it a chance. It's canon up until Guilty Pleasures, then it will definitely deviate from the show.
Melancholia
Rachel was the first to notice something was wrong with Kurt. It wasn't a particularly remarkable event, just a missed dinner really. But then there was another and a missed breakfast and an early bedtime. She didn't call Santana until The Wicked Incident. All capitals.
"Seriously Berry! He didn't sing along? That's it?!" Santana was out of the kitchen before Rachel could start on her very detailed explanation. "I'm off to work, those hot chicks need some Tana to enjoy their drinks."
Rachel just let out a disappointed sigh. Clearly someone like Santana couldn't understand the tremendous importance of such an event, not even when she had botched her NYADA audition had she refused a good Broadway cover, in fact she found them extremely helpful to release her heartbreak. There were emotions than could only be expressed by belting a good song, Kurt knew that as well as she did. So what could be so wrong?
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Kurt hadn't realised before, but New York was so grey, it hadn't looked like that in the movies, it hadn't looked like that when he arrived. Due to several unrelated events, his classes had been canceled for the week, two teachers were down with the flu, another had to travel out of state and the rest had problems he couldn't really remember.
As a general rule Kurt always had something to do, whether it was school, some temp job at the Lima Bean, Vogue and the college. It was just a week and then he could go back to his rutine, but he had three more days to go and time had never moved so slow. His cellphone rang, For Good. Rachel. He let it go to voicemail, really, he had left the loft because he needed some time alone, not that being outside in the cold was any more pleasant than spending time with his roommates.
Maybe a cup of coffee? The Starbucks was not really that bad, and it should be pretty empty.
Kurt sat down by one corner, one cup of black coffee warming his hands, he took a sip and nearly spit it out, so bitter. Somewhere only we know was playing in the background, and he almost smiled, things were almost on track with Blaine, they spoke every other day about everything including his relationship, insert interrogation sign, with Adam. He was kept updated about life at Lima, heard stories about people he didn't know, some he didn't really care to know and former friends who weren't really his friends. He wanted to speak to Blaine more often, more than anything he wanted to "need" to talk to him like he used to. He wanted to be back to the old times when they said goodbye to each other at the end of school, desperate goodbyes as if they parting for eternity, only for one to call the other on the phone the second he was in his bedroom. But so far it was part of his day to day, right after supper and before the shower, like brushing his teeth, and asking Santana about her day, like going out with Adam and calling to check on his father.
Kurt stood up, ready to get back to the loft, a girl dressed in the Starbuck's uniform hurried to clear the table, sighing like she always did when people ordered something only to leave the cup almost full. What a waste.