I feel so bad for not updating this yesterday, but I was spending some time with my friends. And writing on my exam...
This has been by far the hardest chapter to write. The words did not come to me, so you just have to take it as it is.
Still don't owe anything.
P.S. Thank you so much for you reviews! Lovelovelove.
Chapter 6
Blaine threw himself on the bed. After having spent several hours outside he felt the cold spreading through his body, from his toes, through his organs and up to his ears. But the cold was nothing compared to the ache he felt in his gut, and in his heart. The break-up with Joe was hard to deal with, but in some way he felt relieved. Like it was the best for both of them. They had been a good couple the first time after they started dating, but as soon as the honeymoon-phase had worn out; their flaws had been too much to deal with.
No, breaking things off had been for the better.
But, it didn't leave out the fact that Blaine was alone. And at this stage it felt like he was going to be alone for the rest of his life.
What fascinated him was that each time he tried to close his eyes he replayed the conversation he had with Kurt earlier that night.
Almost six years. That's a long, long time. The break-up had been tough for both of them. Blaine had used every waken moment after their break-up to call Kurt and text him, sending him e-mails and writing letters to him the first month, to the day when he got a message from him.
'Please stop with the calls, and texting, and letters and e-mails. We're finished.' That had been the last thing he had heard from him in five years. Almost six. And tonight they met again.
At first he had thought that they were meant to be; that they were soulmates and that one day he was going to be the prince that fought the dragon and won him back. But by each year that went by the dream was disappearing a little by little.
The first year was heartache every day, crying every night and believing that he was the worst person in the world. The second year was anger. He had been angry at himself, and Kurt, and every little change in his life.
The third year was a little less pain, and a little less anger. This was the year that he could forget Kurt for a day or two, and that he could enjoy himself and his new friends at college. The fourth year was when he met Joe. The handsome, tall blonde who could take away all the pain, heartache and stress. Meeting Joe had been a good way to forget about High School-love and drama.
The fifth year had gone by pretty good until now, when it was all coming back to him. And at the look of things year six would most likely be as terrible as what had started it all.
The timer on the microwave was blinking from the kitchen. '03.17' . Sleep eluded him.
"It looks like it's going to be a hard day at work when the world wakes up," he said while sitting up. He reached for his computer. Checked his e-mail first, but the only new thing was some spam-mail about a talking squirrel from Finn. Then he read a few news articles, before clicking on an ad that was blinking on the homepage of The New York Times. Plane tickets to Ohio. On sale.
Without giving it so much thought he checked when there were seats available. One seat available on Friday. He found his credit card, punched in the numbers and got the recite. Blaine had always been good at shopping on impulse.
"Shit. Probably should've told mom and dad that I'm coming home for Christmas."
'Hi mom! I'm coming home on Friday. Could you or dad pick me up at the airport around five-thirty? Love.'
He sent his mother a text. "She'll see it in the morning" he puffed, before turning of his computer and laying his head down at the pillow.