Kurt ran until all the adrenaline he had previously acquired drained from his body. He slowed to a halt and collapsed next to an old pathetic looking tree, leaning against the trunk trying to hold back the tears that threatened him. The light from a bent street lamp flooding the pavement in front of him with a gruesome orange that Kurt couldn't stomach. He bit his lip and tried to clear his head of the overwhelming thoughts that whirled in circles. Taking a deep breath he was able to pick out one coherent thought. Shutting his eyes, "Why did I run?"
Blaine heaved as he ran through the dim lit streets, darkness overwhelming the scenery. "What the fuck Kurt?" He muttered, searching aimlessly for his friend.
It was pitch black when Blaine finally made out a patch of pale skin, leaning against and old tree four blocks from his own home. He walked forward and sat down silently behind Kurt. Blaine sat there for a few moments, Kurt was turned the other way and hadn't noticed his presence yet. Sighing silently Blaine inhaled, rose up both of his hand in an air guitar position and spoke.
"Neer neer neeeeer." He slurred out obnoxiously. Kurt shrieked and jumped away from Blaine, landing with his ass in the dirt.
"Dammit! You scared the shit out of me!" Kurt pouted, while Blaine rolled with laughter.
"Sorry Kurt." Blaine said with a smile, but then grew serious and looked Kurt in his bright green eyes. "Listen Kurt, about earlier-"
"Wai-" Kurt interjected.
"No." Blaine said firmly. "Dude, I don't care what you are, you're my best friend, even if you are a fag." Blaine said with a smile, which faded immediately when he saw the look of horror on Kurt face. "Wait, no wait-shit. Kurt that's not what I meant really, I-I'm new at this, I just mean that, really it's alright, and don't just go running off if you want to tell me shi-stuff like this."
Kurt sighed,
"...Really?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Yea seriously Kurt, how long have you known me?" Blaine replied, wrapping his arms tenderly around his best friend. Kurt sighed inwardly, shrugging and standing up. In the faint light of the street lamp, Blaine could see how puffy and red his eyes really were.
"Let's go home then." Kurt said plainly. Blaine chuckled and followed him down the empty boulevard.
Kurt sat in his room rocking back and forth. Blaine had gone home and he could hear his family mulling about downstairs. He threw a pillow at one of the cracked walls of his dark room. He was glad that he had told Blaine, and even happier that Blaine had accepted that. But the one thing he hadn't told Blaine still haunted him. There was also the issue of telling everyone else. He grabbed a pen and un-crumpled a sheet of paper sitting on the floor, and wrote down some lyrics. Crumbling the paper back up, he collapsed on his bed and vowed he would not cry tomorrow.