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Blaine Anderson wasn't the type to talk very much, he left that to Kurt, but when he did he always considered his words carefully and said them with such conviction as to convince anyone that he also believed them. Unfortunately, this also made it extremely difficult for him to interrupt the near-hysterical Kurt Hummel yelling at him.
When it seemed that Kurt finally stopped to take a breath, Blaine struggled with finding the right words. Why are you crying? Before long, the senior was off again and the shorter brunette lost his chance. He wanted to say something, anything, to make whatever it was go away. What is wrong?
When he was on stage, the warm baritone was more confident than he ever could be with the spoken word, if only because they were practiced many times beforehand. However, backstage, Blaine couldn't find his voice. Was it something I did? Why was this so hard? It had taken him too long to find Kurt in the first place for him to mess this up further. The young man thought he was doing everything right, he prided himself on being the perfect gentleman, the perfect boyfriend. It terrified him to be anything less because the charming prince was the one role he had learned how to play when he wasn't in front of a crowded audience. It was only through Kurt and near Kurt and with Kurt that Blaine felt he was able to let a little bit of his careful smile slip. He wasn't any less the handsome dapper young man, but Kurt made him actually believe for once it wasn't a performance. What did I do? He had been Blaine Warbler for so long, but Kurt stole him away in a fantastic, wonderful, new direction. He had no idea where they were going, which was normally a paralyzing concept for Blaine, but he wanted to all the same. What did I do wrong?
Kurt was so much braver than Blaine ever was; the younger teen just wished that his boyfriend knew how much. He had the courage to say these things, to talk, to yell, to stand up, to be someone that wasn't just stage solos and empty smiles. Kurt was fierce, flawed, and much more human than Blaine was. Blaine hid behind his baritone voice and perfect guarded smile whereas Kurt carried all his hurt and heartbreak and hope on unwavering tenor notes. The dark-haired teen felt those all-too familiar walls coming back up, suffocating him with the anxiety, worry, and fear of expectation.
He shuffled backwards away from Kurt. Was I something I said? Was it something I didn't say? What do you want me to say now? Tell me so I can fix this. His heart raced and he began to feel lightheaded. Blaine couldn't even keep up with whatever it was Kurt was yelling... Please... Just give me a moment. I'll get this, I promise, I just need to... He couldn't keep up with his own body as he tried to breathe. ... catch my breath.
"Say something."
Blaine balked, blinking at the now very serious, very stony, and very silent Kurt. I'm sorry, I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry... "… I don't know what to say."
Don't claim any rights to Glee. It's my first foray into this fandom so wanted to work out in writing a little bit of Blaine's head, considering the show usually is more heavily into Kurt's point of view. I don't mind Blaine being younger, if anything it's adds another interesting dynamic in their relationship. Title is from Ludo! Leave a review!