Prologue
In the span of a year, one can never truly grasp how quickly time can speed past a person. Well, how does one measure a year? Obviously, for any RENT fan, they'd say in love; but, it takes more to realize that not all things are tangible in that way. Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months. Months eventually turn into a year and we are left to figure out how we got to where we stand now. This is where Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson are left- at a split road and the less than noticeable tear of their invisible tether. The smallest of separations held by only a single strand.
Kurt's face turned up into a smile when Blaine opened the door of his house, only to drop ever so slightly at the sight of the other boy's worry and confliction etched on his face. "What's wrong?" Kurt's voice finally rang through the silence- the tension evident between them.
Blaine shook his head and a chill ran through his spine. Never has his boyfriend been so cryptic- lingering words that he was too afraid to speak of being pushed back and unspoken. Blaine stepped forward slowly and held Kurt's hand, grasping it gently, and pulled him inside with a speed that had his other hand clenching into a fist. It was as if time slowed significantly and Kurt could see every single move from Blaine; the wringing of his hands, the nervous chewing of his bottom lip- for any other time he would have been turned on, but at the moment anything less than frantic- and the array of emotions in his eyes. Every word he spoke was magnified to the point where his heart literally shattered.
He barely felt when Blaine led him upstairs, into his bedroom and sat him gently on his bed. The very bed they lost their virginities together. None of that mattered at the moment. All that did were the words that echoed in his head again and again, ricocheting back and forth in his mind- his heart plummeting in his chest every single time.
He shook his head frantically in denial, not believing a single word he was hearing, as the air surrounding him became thicker and it was suddenly difficult to breathe. What did he do? Sure, he spent most of the week with Rachel packing his entire wardrobe and googling apartments in New York, but that couldn't- wait. Kurt's heart constricted. This couldn't be happening. Even if they've only talked about this a mere three times Blaine couldn't still be worried over this could he? And there it was, the snap of the tether, the string that kept them together as one.
The words repeated itself in Kurt's mind over and over again as if it was on endless loop:
"Kurt. I think we should break up."
A/N: whoops. And there it is. I am a sadistic bastard. I just dug myself deeper into a bigger hole didn't I? And now you all want me to update soon huh? Welp…here goes to my heart then. The best of luck to you and me on surviving this fic.
Review maybe? Was it that bad? I am a horrible person.