A magazine landed on the desk in front of Kurt, on top of his fashion designs. He looked up to see who disturbed him from distracting himself from thinking of Blaine. Peter was walking away from his desk. Kurt stared after him confusedly before looking down. His breath caught when he saw Blaine looking up at him.
Is someone TRYING to ruin my life? he thought angrily.
He looked up again to see Peter glancing at him. He shot him a bitch glare and the boy turned back around quickly. Kurt was kind of glad he sat at the back today. One, no one could stare at him and two, he didn't want to talk to Mercedes, who always sat up front.
He subconsciously started to flick through the magazine. He couldn't help himself. This was Blaine. And as much as he'd deny it, he wanted to read this. See photos of Blaine. He knew he'd blew it again, and he hated himself for it.
He stopped on a full page scale of Blaine in a un-done button up. He stared longingly, reminiscing in his memories of when he could touch that. He then looked at the page opposite and was shocked to see Blaine posing with Brittany. Both looked utterly sexy (even from a gay's perspective), but he couldn't help but wonder what the hell Brittany was doing with him.
His wondering came to end when he turned the page to find a full two page interview. By Blaine, Brittany and Santana. Thought he wasn't sure why they were there till he got to the last question.
One last question, why is it that you take these two everywhere with you?
B: Santana would say would say that she just wants to annoy me and get free food and stuff, and Britt would say something about me, dolphins and how much she misses me or something. But personally… I think I keep them around because… they're really the only people that are willing to stay that make me feel closer to someone I lost. Everyone else that would make me feel remotely close to them probably hates me
S: Blaine that isn't true… There were more than just me and Britt who disagreed over that break-up. Most of them just don't want to speak up because they knew him longer and don't want to lose his friendship. Britt didn't know what to do. She loved both of you and when he told us, and we never saw or heard from you again, she cried for days. We didn't say anything but we knew you two should of stayed together even if you were on opposite sides of them country
B: Santana, that's probably the nicest thing you've said to me
S: Don't get used to it
Kurt stared for a second, processing this. He wasn't sure when this interview was done, but he now knew that Blaine wanted to be close to him. And Kurt was once again reminded of how he blew it.
All of this could've been avoided. If only Kurt had listened and supported Blaine four years ago. Everything was his fault.
Kurt started to feel the tears begin to cascade down his cheeks. He stood, grabbing the magazine and ran from the room. He ran out of the building and only stopped when he had to hail a cab to his own place. He cried in the backseat the whole way there and the driver kept asking him if he was okay. I mean… did he look okay?
He ran up the stairs instead of taking the elevator because it would require him standing still. And sanding still would allow him to think. So obviously when he got to his apartment he was forced to think. And he hated it.
He spent the next week and a half moping in his apartment. Mercedes had stopped by that afternoon, but he'd told her to fuck off, so she gave him the work he'd left t NYU and left quickly. She sent him updates everyday of what was going on in class because he stayed home. He told her it was because he hated when it cold and it was the beginning of December and he was sure it would start snowing soon.
So on Friday he was on his laptop to book flight tickets back home for Christmas for him, Mercedes and Rachel. While waiting for it to load, he opened up his emails. He found one from Peter that was sent about half an hour ago.
This confused him a little. Peter hadn't said much to him since the date, other than the exchange of the magazine, which was no lying untouched on Kurt's bedside table. He clicked it open, curious as to why Peter was contacting him.
Hey Kurt.
I know we haven't talked. I know you heard the rumours of Blaine coming to our class (which are true). And I know that magazine probably made you a bit depressed. (sorry but you need to see Blaine's point of view, even if you won't listen)
This was released earlier today and I thought you needed to hear it…
A link followed this. Kurt was nervous at first but finally clicked the link after he'd enough of the curiousness biting away at him. What he got shocked him a little. It was YouTube video. One he was not expecting. It was labelled;
Blaine Anderson ft Santana Lopez & Brittany S. Peirce - Happy Ending (Mika Cover)
He knew the song, but was not expecting Blaine do a cover of it. WITH Santana and Brittany. The first voices to come though his speakers were girls'.
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, No Love, No glory,
No Happy Ending,
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever,
Then live the rest of our lives,
But not together,
Then Blaine's goddamn beautiful voice came through his speakers, making his heart break just a little bit more.
Wake up in the morning,
Stumble on my life,
Can't get no love, without sacrifice,
If anything should happen
I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven,
But a little bit of hell,
There was something in Blaine's voice in that line. Like he didn't mean that certain part. Kurt could tell. He couldn't explain it, he just could.
This is the hardest story,
That I've ever told,
No hope, or love, or glory,
Happy endings gone forever more,
I feel as if I'm wasted,
And I'm wastin' everyday,
(This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending,
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever,
Then live the rest of our lives,
But not together)
2 o'clock in the morning,
Something's on my mind,
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around,
If I pretend,
That nothing ever went wrong,
I can get to my sleep,
I think that we just carried on,
This is the hardest story,
That I've ever told,
No hope, or love, or glory,
Happy endings gone forever more,
I feel as if I'm wasted,
And I'm wastin' everyday,
By this time Kurt was bawling into his hands. Only listening. The words sounded so trued, even through his speakers. Blaine with girls in the background… it was almost too much. Kurt carried on listening. During the this part his tears seemed to slow down a little, but started up again when Blaine started to sing with the girls on their part.
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending,
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever,
Then live the rest of our lives,
But not together
This repeated a few times with the three of them. But it really got to Kurt when the girls were quiet and Blaine sang solo. It felt like it was directed to him. Which it obviously was to be fair.
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending,
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending,
Kurt was practically torn up by now. That stupid, stupid guy. Why? Kurt collapsed to the bed as more tears fell from his eyes.
Blaine, what're we doing for Christmas?"
Blaine looked over at Santana who was laying on the bed looking extremely bored.
"Dunno'… why?"
"Apparently Artie's throwing a New Year party and the whole glee clubs invited." Blaine perked up a little at this.
"The whole glee club?" Santana sighed, knowing exactly what Blaine was asking.
"I don't know for sure if he'll be there, Tribrows. But I do know that he visits his dad every Christmas so he will be in Lima." Blaine smiled longingly.
"Kay. Urm, I think my manager told me I have to go to a celebrity party on Christmas eve, so we can't go then. And obviously there's no planes running on Christmas day. So… boxing day? We'll make it a week before and you guys can go out with your friends and I might check up on the Warblers or something…" he knew that isn't exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't just show up on Kurt's doorstep the day after Christmas, could he?
"Sure thing. I'll go tell Britt." there was something else in her tone that told Blaine that wasn't the only she was going to do with Britt. He groaned loudly, and Santana smirked at him.
"Just keep it down? I don't like hearing your sexcapades!" she laughed before leaving, not promising a thing. And a few minutes later he could hear quiet moaning from the next bedroom. He knew they'd get louder so he groaned again before the leaving the hotel room and going downstairs. He had no idea what he was going to do, but it was better than hearing them two going at it.
Next chapter: Blaine meets a few famous people that benefit him AND others ;) and the new years party….:D haha
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Also, I recently changed the name of ANITK (my other story) to just Klaine. Reasons being my friend saw me checking reviews and saw the title and was going to read it. She saw nothing else though so I hanged it. I will change it to something better, so feel free to suggest names ;)
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