I don't own glee (if I did, Klaine would never have broken up)
Four months. It had been four months since Kurt and Blaine broke up. Blaine had been going over and over it in his head, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't remember any of what happened that night. All he remembered was waking up, seeing Elli in the hallway, then seeing the pile of his own clothes on the floor, and so he had jumped to conclusions.
He remembered the flight over to New York, the self-hatred which he was feeling even then. Heck, he'd felt self-hatred more times than he bothered to count. He remembered the lead up to telling Kurt, how he'd had a bit of a breakdown while singing 'Teenage Dream', how he knew that Kurt had assumed that the reason he was acting funny because of the bruises on his body. Little did Kurt know that the reason was because Blaine had cheated on him. No matter how many times Blaine went over it in his head, he couldn't get it to sink in. I cheated on him, Blaine thought. Not being able to remember actually doing the cheating didn't help matters.
Blaine had thought about telling Kurt that he couldn't remember anything from 'that night', but had decided against it. What good would it do? He didn't know why he couldn't remember, he had heard about people who had done something so horrible that their brain sort of erased it from their memory, but Blaine didn't think that was the answer. He was pretty sure that only happened to people who had done something really really horrible, like killing someone. So that theory was out. Blaine could think of another way of finding out why he couldn't remember, but he didn't really want to go there unless he had to, and he wasn't even sure if it would work.
"and oh my god, the outfit she was wearing was to die for! I mean, I would've thought blue wouldn't go well on her, but navy blue? Perfect!" Kurt said to Blaine over Skype. Kurt was telling Blaine about one of his colleagues at work. "So how have you been?" Kurt asked.
"okay" Blaine replied. In truth, he was the opposite of okay. He hadn't expected Kurt to Skype call him tonight. He would've refused the call, and just told Kurt that he was tired(he could barely keep his eyes open), but he wanted to make sure that he didn't stuff this up with Kurt. He wanted to make sure that if Kurt needed him, for anything at all, he would be there for him. The reason why Blaine had thought about refusing Kurt's call, was because his dad had punched him in the head, hard. This was the norm for Blaine(getting beaten up by his dad), but he'd never told Kurt. Thankfully, Blaine had managed to stay awake, and not lose consciousness. He had a massive egg on his head, and a cut that still hadn't stopped bleeding. He was currently covering it up with an over-sized beanie.
"Just a bit tired". Blaine's speech sounded a bit better(it had sounded a bit slurred before), but now Blaine was having to fight the urge to throw up.
"Alright, well, I just felt like talking to you, hope I haven't kept you up or anything" Kurt responded.
"No, no, it's fine. I always love talking to you" Blaine reassured him. "I'm glad that we're friends again. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay, talk to you then. Bye"
"Bye, love you" Blaine said, just as Kurt's screen went black, him having ended the call. Blaine was glad that he and Kurt were talking again. Those first few weeks after it happened, of desperately trying to call Kurt, of saying he was sorry at least ten times a day, of feeling a loathing of himself that was far too strong; had almost driven Blaine over the edge. He was proud of himself for getting through it, and not resorting to old…'habits'. But Blaine also knew that whatever he was feeling, Kurt would be feeling a lot worse.
This is my first fanfic, so please don't be too harsh :) I don't know how long this story is going to end up; I've written about the first 5 chapters (I was a bit of a wuss and didn't have the guts to post this story until now), so hopefully, I'll have those up shortly. I hope you guys like it :)