Further in the deep


Chapter 3:

"Choose ... what?" Kurt asks, voice small and defeated, scared of the answer.

"He says, …," Blaine's next words are spluttered out so quickly, there is just no sense to be made of them.

Blaine's obvious confusion and pain pulls Kurt back out of his own thoughts, his fears, deep enough to drown in,"Whoa, whoa, stop, Blaine, stop! Slow down, Baby. Breathe, then tell me, how did you end up here today before I came back from training?"

Blaine pulls himself upright, though not at all out of Kurt's arms. Centering himself, eyes closing and taking several deep breaths, Blaine lets out one more sob and then grows quiet surprisingly quickly.

Well, his body does, as soon as he opens his mouth again the tremble no longer visible in his body resurfaces in Blaine's voice.

"Mmy Mmom and I were sitting on the living room couch, talking about you and I, about us, about New York and how hhauw I've been sad lately about you leaving, not so soon but still too soon." There is actually a small, desperate, smile forming on his lips as Blaine goes on, "… she has been worried about me."

Kurt knows Blaine needs that, needs the people in his life to let him know, actually know, with words, out loud, that they care, most people.

Kurt smiles sympathetically at Blaine as he gently guides one hand in a soothing motion through Blaine's hair. There are a lot of special little ways the two of them know to sooth one another with things other than words. They are essential when not wanting to interrupt each other's thoughts with words of their own.

This is one of these moments.


A/N: I know, very short, but there is a reason for that. The next chapter just has to stand on its own. ... because, you guys, my guess is it will be nothing any of you expected in the midst of this story. I sure was surprised for a sec when I wrote it.