Kurt brushed past Blaine, tears prickling in his eyes. How could he choose someone like Rachel, fucking Rachel over him? Kurt knew he wasn't perfect. He was flamboyant, stuck-up, bitchy, and quite mean. Not to mention rather sarcastic. But he though Blaine was gay. Now, because of stupid alcohol and a stupid spin the bottle game and a stupid kiss and a stupid party, his life was over. He might as well curl up in a ball and cry forever.
I heard, that you're settled down, that you found a girl, that you're married now.
Kurt gave a haughty sniff about the music playing in his car, even though there was no particular reason to. It was very relevant to his situation.
I heard, that your dreams came true. Guess she gave you things, I couldn't give to you.
Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back, or hide form the light.
They were friends, of course. Maybe now they were on rocky ground, but they were family. And when problems came up, what did families do? They ignore them until they go away. Look what happened to Matt.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it, I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over.
Sitting in the Lima Bean parking lot, he saw Blaine glimpse at his car before turning away again. From what Kurt saw, his face was full of sadness, anger and disappointment. He burst into another round of ugly tears.
Never mind I'll find, someone like you. I wish nothing but the best, for you. Don't forget me, I beg, "I'll remember" you said.
Kurt tried desperately to blink away the tears making his face all blotchy. He would get over Blaine, and they would remain platonic friends. Forever. If he even wanted to be friends again.
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead.
Yes, he did have fun with Blaine. He was happy and in love. But it does hurt. Like Jeremiah. Like every fucking coffee date in which he would say, "I'm so glad we're friends, Kurt!"
You know, how the, time flies, only yesterday was the time of our lives. We were born and raised in a summer haze bound by the surprise of our glory day.
Kurt wanted to punch himself. He was tagging along to Blaine like a puppy being led the way, only to fall into a ditch. Last week was amazing knowing he could spend all the time he wanted with Blaine. Blaine didn't want to leave him, they were best friends.
Nothing compares, no worries or cares, regrets and mistakes their memories made. Who would have known how, bittersweet this would taste.
Kurt fingered the bracelet Blaine made him. It was navy and red, to remind Kurt of him and to have courage. Sure, there were a few slip-ups, but it was still perfect. Kurt smiled. This was like their relationship. It had its mistakes and rough patches, but it was still amazing and perfect and irreplaceable. He ran out of his car to catch Blaine, who was gloomily sitting outside of his car. He could stand being friends for a while.