Blaine stomped most of the way from the loft out to the street, his head buzzing with replays of his interaction with Kurt this morning. He couldn't believe he was telling him to go back to Mercedes place. Well, technically that was his place, but he still thought of it like it was mainly Mercedes place. And the agreement was that he'd be at the loft on the weekends, wasn't it? Kurt's ridiculous. What's he gonna do when we get married, cut the whole sickness and health part from the ceremony? It's not like food poisoning's catching or anything.
Blaine continued to stew on his anger and feel sorry for himself as he walked to the subway. When he got to the entrance, he took out his phone and texted Rachel.
For the record, you were right. I should have stood clear.
He pouted there on the corner for a moment. He wished Rachel were there. She was likely all ready at the diner, he supposed. Ugh. She'd know how to make him feel better. He could rant and rave about how outrageous it was to be thrown out, and she'd tell him how right he was and not to listen to Kurt when he was like that. He leaned against a poll, watching people bustling in and out of the subway station. The rage dissipated after a minute or two, and all that was left was a gnawing sense of hurt. If he was honest with himself, he could admit that he understood Kurt's embarrassment. He remembered the first time Kurt had heard him throw up from behind a door after he'd been drunk. He'd wanted to crawl up in a hole somewhere that morning. But he shouldn't get to be like that about it. It's not an excuse. When I was being a jerk after I had the eye surgery he still expected me to have…basic manners.
Blaine checked his watch. If he was going to get to class on time, he'd need to get on the subway. He sighed and headed down the stairs. He wasn't exactly in a mood for a workout, even though he knew when he was feeling down like this he usually felt better after. As he got in the crowded train, he thought of things that could do after class. I could go walking around the city, go to Central Park, maybe? If I have to go back to my place later anyway, I could see what Sam's up to. Hopefully he doesn't think I'm monopolizing his Mercedes time… I could check out the TCKTS booth in Time Square and see if there's any good deals. I don't have to see everything with Kurt, especially if he's telling me he doesn't even want me around today.
By the time the train got to the stop right before the NYADA gym, Blaine was thinking about how a day in the city was just what he needed. He stood up to let an older woman sit in his place on the train and leaned against a pole, studying the subway map on the wall. It wasn't that many stops after the gym to get to Time Square. The longer he thought about it, the less he felt like working out. And the sooner he got to the discount booth, he reasoned, the better chance he'd have of finding a good deal. If Kurt's not even going to be at class this morning, it's not like he'd even know. One class isn't going to make or break my fitness goals.
The train stopped and the door opened. Blaine looked at it for a second and the woman he'd let sit down tapped on his shoulder.
"You going?" she asked.
"Oh. Uh, no—sorry," he muttered, moving out of the way.
She brushed past him with several others behind. Blaine watched the doors close and felt the subtle jolt beneath his feet as the train started moving further uptown.