So... This is weird. I used to have an account on here many centuries ago, but abandoned it when school came into the picture. But, I've needed a release through writing, and watching tonight's episode of Glee inspired me to drabble a bit. This is most definitely not the best writing, so please go easy on me.
Disclaimer (do they still do disclaimers anymore?): I don't own Glee, nor any characters associated with it.
"I don't trust you anymore."
The words kept ringing in his ears, loud and piercing, reminding him of how much he had screwed up. This wasn't just something that could be fixed with time and space. He needed to resolve things, make them okay again, and the only way that could happen was if they talked.
But Kurt wasn't talking to him. He didn't want to talk to him, or listen for that matter. He didn't want to hear excuses of how lonely he had been, or how many nights he had spent lying awake hoping, praying that the phone would ring, even though it hadn't in the past six days. He didn't want to hear about how good it felt that for the first time in a long time, someone actually wanted to listen to what he had to say and goddammit how good it felt to be wanted again. He especially didn't want to hear about how even though it was with someone else, all he could think about was the one who left him behind.
But then again, no one wanted to listen. Hell, no one even seemed to notice that there was anything going on. But, hey, that's what happens when you're the New Rachel. You're there to be perfect all the time; to sing every note on pitch; to commend others when they were right and to make them aware of how to hit that last note better; to help others with their problems, not the other way around.
So tomorrow, he would have to go back and plaster that well known smile on his face. He would have to act as though everything were alright, although no one would ask if he didn't. He would have to keep everyone in order, that way Finn wouldn't have to be stuck with too much extra work. But most importantly, he would have to go back to a place where nothing was right; where nothing made sense and there was no one waiting for him. Because, as Kurt had made clear for both parties, this wasn't home anymore.