Thankfully, no-one other than Kurt asked Blaine how he'd got his bruise. Being asked about it wasn't anything he couldn't deal with, but he didn't want to draw attention to it or have to lie to anyone. Plus, he'd never walked into a door before in his life.
By the time the end-of-day Warblers meeting came around, Blaine was feeling pretty good, despite the slow start to the day. He settled onto the sofa next to Kurt, who beamed in greeting at him. Next to him, Blaine saw Hugo's eyes trace over his bruise, but he smiled a hello and said nothing. Stefan sufficed with a small wave.
"Welcome back, Warblers!" Wes shouted, motioning for silence with his hands. A hush fell over the room as he continued. "We've got Regionals to work towards this semester, so I hope you're all pumped and ready to go!" This was met with a few cheers and a smattering of applause.
As there was no real structure for the meeting, it finished after a pep talk and quick song brainstorm. Afterwards, Blaine walked out to Kurt's car with him.
"You could come round to mine if you want," Kurt was suggesting feebly. "My dad likes you; you're welcome anytime, without fear of being shot. His gun's more for show anyway."
Blaine laughed. "I'm fine, Kurt. I'll see you tomorrow." He walked away as Kurt climbed into his car, waving a goodbye.
When he arrived home, Blaine called out to the empty house, checking there was no-one else there. Satisfied that he was alone, he set himself up in an armchair, drink in hand and lifestyle on TV. Curling up one leg underneath him, he imagined Kurt's snide comments to the women on the show and found himself smiling. He almost thought about texting his friend, but dismissed the idea. It'd just make Kurt worry.
He felt a buzzing in his pocket, and pulled his phone out his blazer and smiled, frowning. Speak of the devil...
Blaine accepted the call. "Kurt!" he said pleasantly.
He was startled when a sob came down the line. "Blaine."