Hey guys! Wow what look who's back, this is crazy right? It's been like a year. I am seriously sorry about that, a loooot has happened in that time. But I still smile every time I get an email that someone has favourited or followed this story and reviewed after so long, and that so many of you have asked if I'm continuing. This is pretty much the second last chapter, although you guys would know if you've seen the movie. I had the idea to write this chapter on my phone considering I'm hardly on my laptop anymore so if this chapter is actually really short I'm sorry ill try to extend the next chapter and stuff. But thank you all again for your fabulous reviews and dedication to this fic, sorry again because I took so long to update, but enjoy this chapter! xo
The past week had been torture for Kurt. Each day he would wake up even more exhausted than he was the night before. He didn't fix his hair, he didn't coordinate his clothing, he'd stopped his moisturising routine and had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and even though he wanted to care about it, he couldn't. He couldn't care about anything but Blaine.
After his shower each morning he'd drive in silence to work, the radio haunting him with love songs that made him want to scream. The regulars would say hello, but no one had asked him what was wrong, which he was kind of glad about, so he could get back to reading books again.
He was now constantly reading to take his mind off Blaine, he was reading at home, at work, at dinner. The only person who'd noticed was Matt, who insisted they go and get dinner, but Kurt always declined the offer, buying packs of frozen meals from the supermarket and microwaving them and eating nothing else.
After two weeks Matt had finally had enough, and snapped. "Kurt this is enough, I know you're sad about Blaine and I really do sympathise but god! You look horrible!"
"Thanks so much, you're making me feel so much better." Kurt said in a monotone, not looking up from his book.
"I'm serious Kurt, I've never seen you like this. Have you put on weight?"
Kurt slammed his book shut, "Yes, 4 pounds, who cares! I don't have to impress anyone, I don't have to keep up appearances, I can't be bothered with anything because what's the point?!"
Matt stood still, eyes wide. He was gobsmacked, Kurt had never yelled in the years he'd known him. "Okay, Kurt. You need to get away from here for a bit and clear your mind, sort your shit out. I hate seeing you like this, go see your mom and have a nice weekend away, okay?"
Kurt sighed and closed his book, "I guess you're right. Sorry, by the way."
"It's okay, I know you can't help being a bitch when you're sooking."
"Hey! I'm not sooking!"
"I know." Matt smiled.
Blaine felt like complete and utter crap. He'd put all his effort into not showing how miserable he was without Kurt and trying to make it up to Lola. She had been very happy with the effort he was making and didn't see how exhausted he was.
He was relieved when she told him she was going out for drinks with the girls, happy to have a night alone, not worrying about looking sad or keeping up appearances. The minute she kissed him and left he sighed to himself and sat on the couch, resorting to watching reality television. He barely paid attention as his mind was torturing him and bugging him to tell Lola about Kurt.
The entire night that was supposed to be relaxing turned out to be exhausting to the point that he fell asleep before she arrived home.
He was woken by the sound of keys fumbling in the lock and he groaned and got up, helping open the door and keeping Lola upright as she stumbled in. He hauled her over to the sink, filling a glass with water and telling her to drink, in his mind praying she wouldn't be hungover the next day.
She slowly drank glasses of water, Blaine quietly saying he needed to talk, and Lola replying with an over exaggerated "I want to talk to you to baby!" and eventually stumbling to the couch, Blaine placing a blanket over her as she lay down and watched the muted television. He sat by her, tears filling his eyes of what he needed to do, not wanting to wait any longer and just get it out in the open.
"Lola, I have to talk to you about something important and I really need you to listen because I don't know if i'll be able to say it again. Hell, I don't know if i'll be able to get through this. This thing happened..." Blaine stood still, not knowing how to say what he was about to say, trying to keep his emotions in check before continuing, "I-I wasn't looking for it, i-it just kind of happened and although its over now," Blaine struggled to say, feeling a lump in his throat at the thought of Kurt not being in his life anymore, "uh, you have a right to know.. I was with someone. Someone else. I went crazy. I went crazy for someone else and it wasn't you. I'm so sorry, I wish I could take it back and I'm so very sorry. Please believe me Lola," he choked out.
He turned around to see Lola's eye shut, "No no no, Lola no wake up I can't say this twice. I'm not leaving. I couldn't, wouldn't leave you. You're my best friend. It was enough before, it'll be enough again, so..." Blaine trailed off, not knowing what else to say, so he kissed Lola's forehead and got up to leave. Just in time to miss Lola's eyes open in quiet hysteria.
Kurt decided to take Matt's advice and take the weekend off and visit his mother, Carole. She had married his father, Burt, almost 10 years ago, and although she was his stepmother he considered her his mother.
He arrived at around 7pm on Friday night, spending the night catching up with his father and his mechanic shop, listening to his father tell him stories of things that were wrong with people's cars, and laughing when his father called people idiots. He love that night, barely thinking about Blaine and having a good time for the first time in weeks.
He woke up on Saturday morning and made himself a bowl of cereal and watched cartoons in his pajamas, but as the morning wore on his mind wandered and his mood turning sour. He sat on the couch, willing himself not to cry, making sure he didn't sulk, not wanting to bother and wake up his family.
He wasn't focussing on anything else besides trying not to cry and didn't hear Carole walk in quietly, noticing his sadness the second she saw him. She walked cautiously towards Kurt, her heart clenching at the sight of the sad man.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Kurt froze up a little, only responding with a small shake of his head and a hand hurriedly wiping a tear away.
"Blow your nose, then explain." Carole said, passing Kurt a tissue, "I thought you seemed a bit off yesterday."
"Yeah, off is how you'd say it lightly," Kurt laughed. His smile faded as he began to speak again, "I met this guy. This wonderful guy... He's with someone else."
"Does she love you?" Carole wondered, placing a hand on Kurt's.
Kurt paused, looking at the floor, "I don't know..." He shrugged, "no.. Yes." Kurt smiled very slightly as he said yes, remembering fondly the feel of Blaine, his laugh, his eyes, his slightly too bushy hair. He shook his head and looked back at Carole, "but it doesn't matter."
"Honey it's all that matters," Carole told him, wiping a stray tear off Kurt's cheek and holding his shoulder.
"He's with someone else, he can't..." Kurt trailed off, not knowing what else to say, instead looking at Carole and hoped she understood.
"Because of the person he's with?" Kurt nodded.
"Like when your first husband left you, didn't that hurt?"
"The heart mends again. I found your father, I'm sure whoever your man is with will find someone else as well."
Kurt smiled, leaning forward to hug Carole, "you always know what to say. Thank you."
Carole wrapped her arms around Kurt and he could feel her smile on his shoulder, "you have to know what to say when you're a mother." Carole said, making Kurt chuckle.
On Monday morning Kurt felt a little better. Matt had commented on the fact that Kurt had done his hair and high fived him, complimenting himself on his idea for Kurt to get away.
"You're an idiot," Kurt laughed as he grabbed the open sign and went to put it outside.
When he walked outside his smiled turn to confusion when he saw Henry get out of his car.
"Hi Henry, uh, what are you doing here?" Kurt asked, watching the almost angry look on Henry's face as he waked closer.
"So it's you then, is it?"
"I'm sorry? I don't uh.." Kurt asked, puzzled.
"Lola's not sure who, because he didn't say. But I uh, figured it out." Henry said, almost like he was showing off.
Kurt felt himself freeze up, although he tried not to show it, folding his arms over his chest he tried to stay casual, "What did she say?"
"Just tell me I'm wrong. Hmm? Tell me."
Kurt stayed silent, looking away from Henry, unsure what to say next.
"Oh you stupid slut." Henry said accusingly.
"Don't start, Henry." Kurt said as he walked past him to go back inside.
"Don't start?!" Henry yelled, "his wife, his bloody WIFE, rang me at 3 in the morning, wanna know how she was? She was fucking broken, Kurt."
"Just fuck off Henry okay!" Kurt yelled back.
"What was it that you said to me? 'You don't mess with other couples'? You really stick by your words don't you." Henry and Kurt stared at each other for a moment before Henry turned around and walked back to his car.
"Fuck." Kurt whispered to himself with tears in his eyes before walking back to the store.