Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, sadly. If I did, Kurt and Blaine would be the main characters. ;)
A/N: Whooo! This is my second multi-chaptered fic! Wish me luck guys. This fic is the sequel to both "It Kills Me" and "It Kills Him, All Because of Me". The former is Kurt's POV of unrequited love and the latter is Blaine's POV. So read them if you haven't!
Love is fickle.
It is a fire, and whether it warms your heart or burns you down, you can never tell.
It is seeing the one you love at the bottom of the cliff while you are at the top. Foolishly, you jump, not thinking if your love will catch you or leave you to fall.
It is hanging precariously in mid-air and hoping that someone will help you before it's too late.
But the hardest of all is unrequited love.
It is the most painful thing a person can experience in his/her life.
Nonetheless, the only thing anyone can do is to try to stand up and move on.
Easy to say but hard to do.
Especially if you love that person way too much.
Kurt Elizabeth Hummel lay curled into a ball on his bed, hugging a phone to his chest. Large sobs racked through his body. His eyes were red and brimming with tears.
The screen on his phone shone brightly with a message showing;
Courage. – Blaine
The petite boy looked at his phone as a fresh wave of sobs erupted from his lips.
This continued until he fell asleep, his tears never stopping in its flow.
The next morning…
"Kurt? Come on open the door! You've been in there since Friday night." a voice on the other side of the door said, accompanied with other voices.
Disregarding the shouts emanating from outside, Kurt only lay on his bed with his eyes open. His breathing was shallow and tears stained his usually rosy cheeks.
"Kurt! This is Wes, now open the door!"
"Yeah, what he said!"
"Shut up David."
"…"
The voices outside rose but was suddenly shushed as someone approached. "Is he still in there?" a melodious voice asked. Kurt immediately sat up on his bed when he heard it.
There was no mistaking that voice for another and Kurt's heart broke once more as his mind was bombarded with the memories of the past.
…
"Pretty please Kurtsie?" Blaine asked, his puppy dog eyes popping out of his head like a car's headlights. Kurt rolled his eyes as the older boy held up a Blu-ray DVD of Harry Potter. Instead of rejecting the other boy's choice for a movie, he huffed and glared at the soloist.
"Fine! But if you call me 'Kurtsie' one more time, I will set fire to your Harry Potter Series." he threatened the brunette with a teasing glint in his eyes. Blaine's mouth popped open dramatically at Kurt's words.
"You wouldn't dare.." Blaine said. He stared at the countertenor with a feigned shocked expression on his face.
"Oh but I would, Mr. Anderson." Kurt replied, his tone playful and humorous.
Thus, they watched Harry Potter that night, curled up in Blaine's small couch.
…
Sometimes Kurt wondered if he was a masochist because in all of his hurt right now, all he wanted was Blaine to hold him and tell him that it was all right, that everything would turn out fine and the suffering he was feeling would end soon.
Too bad that the boy he wanted to comfort him was the reason his heart was blazing with rejection.
But then again, said boy was always the one who was there, holding him together when he felt that he would break from his seams.
…
Crooning words of comfort and encouragement, Blaine held Kurt in his strong yet gentle arms. The younger boy sobbed helplessly into the older boy's shirt, soaking it with salty tears of pain and melancholy.
"Shush Kurt. You're going to be fine." Blaine whispered softly to the countertenor's messed hair. "It takes time but I'll be here for you."
Amidst all the despair Kurt was going through; despair from having to be forced to fit in like everyone else, despair from being accepted yet still being closed off and despair from missing his family and the New Directions, his heart fluttered at hearing Blaine's words.
Slowly and ever so slowly, the pain in his chest ebbed away as Blaine continued to hum words of comfort. And all Kurt wanted was to stay in his arms forever.
…
Kurt sighed deeply as a new wave of fresh tears built in his eyes and flowed relentlessly. He would just have to make-do for now and try to keep himself from breaking, because now, there was no one he could turn to.
At the same time outside of Kurt's room…
"Is he still in there?" Blaine asked Wes and David who were trying to eavesdrop on the door. His eyes were full of unspoken grief.
"Yeah, he is. Thanks a lot Blaine." The Asian answered with contempt. Blaine winced slightly at his friend's tone.
"Wes, you know I never meant to hurt him." he answered. Wes however, did not seem to be convinced by his answer. He trembled slightly and David held him back with an arm on his shoulder.
"Easy Wes." David warned. His voice turned cautious when he addressed Blaine. "Blaine, if you didn't mean it, then you would have tried to reconcile with him and it's been two days since the 'incident'." he emphasized the last word with air quotes.
The soloist looked at his friends guiltily, not speaking in fear of saying the wrong words.
Silence.
Wes and David shook their heads as the former had a scowl on his face and the latter had a disappointed frown.
"He deserves better than that Blaine - " Wes started.
David continued his friend's sentence. " - don't make him think that you just played with him and brought him here for your silly little games."
"He maybe strong but he's not strong enough to suffer from another heartbreak." they both said with sadness in their tone.
Blaine couldn't face his friends. With what they said, it seemed as if they knew everything about the porcelain boy. He took that as his cue to leave. The other Warblers who had gone with Wes and David parted as the soloist passed. Recently, it seemed that the world parted just for him.
And he didn't have to wonder why.
A/N: So how'd I do? Review and review m'kay? The next chapter should be out by next week. Lol, if you want it asap, review okay?
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