A/N: I'm sorry this took longer; my internet was down for a few days. It was also strangely hard to write this chapter. I don't know if that's hard because it's more from Blaine's point of view and I'm more used to writing Kurt's or if it's just the slow moving content of this chapter. Anyway, there isn't any music in this one, I'm not entirely sure there will be any more. By the fact that I managed to stretch this entire thing out into one whole chapter, this means that there will be two more. The next will be from Blaine's perspective as well. I'm just so happy that I think I'm actually going to finish something. Thank you to everyone who reads this, I'm just ecstatic that you actually are. If you don't believe me ask the people I've been babbling to mindlessly, I think they've had quite enough of me.
Just a note to those of you wanting Kurt to move on and make Blaine jealous, I think he's already tried. In my thoughts he's tried mutiple times to date other people, and he's always felt horrible because the way he still has feelings for Blaine. It feels like he's emotionally cheating on them. Blaine never got jealous because he never knew Kurt liked him, and was pretty oblivious to Kurt's feelings. Jeremiah's advice was actually pretty good for Kurt, the only way he's ever going to move on is to get over Blaine. There's a good chance that will never happen unless Blaine breaks his heart. He can never do that if Kurt never tells him. And now I end the rambly author's note. /
Blaine looked down at the torn out piece of notebook paper on the kitchen counter. Kurt's elegant handwriting was scrawled across it, and Blaine admired the neat and orderly writing he himself had never possessed despite the aggravating words the paper held.
'Sorry Blaine, I'm going to be up late working. Feel free to order takeout.'
Beside the note was a piling of all the take out menus Kurt had. This was the fifth night that Kurt wasn't going to be eating with Blaine. Actually, Blaine had rarely seen Kurt the past five days. The designer always seemed to be busy whenever he caught a glimpse of him.
From what he saw of Kurt, he was worried. He looked tired, overworked, dark lines forming underneath his blue-green eyes. He constantly found wrappers from bandages on the kitchen table, for the band aids Kurt was wrapping around his fingers when he pricked them on a needle. He could hear his sewing machine going at all hours, which wasn't a good sign.
Back at Dalton, whenever Kurt was upset about something, he threw himself one hundred percent into working. Countless times Blaine had dragged him away from studying to eat or sleep after there had been another scare with his dad's heart. The pale, tired boy would protest and try to go back until Blaine had safely tucked him into bed and he'd fall asleep right away.
Blaine walked down the hall to Kurt's workroom, his hand poised to knock on the door. He needed to figure out what was bothering Kurt, he was his best friend. He knocked, waiting patiently outside for Kurt to answer. When there wasn't any response, he knocked again, and then he tried the handle to find-
It was locked. Kurt had locked the door to his work room. Blaine couldn't help but feel hurt, Kurt wasn't going to let him help, they were best friends, and they were supposed to be there for each other. He tried knocking again, only to be met with the same silent answer.
Blaine felt a little stab in his chest, what if Kurt was upset with him? What had he done in the past five days to possibly create this space between them? Had it been Jeremiah, or Blaine's reaction to him? What had he done wrong?
Frowning, Blaine went back into the kitchen, shuffling mindlessly through the menus. Finally selecting one, he typed the number into his cell. He gave his order to the bored sounding teenager on the other end of the line. Blaine moved over and sat on the couch, his mind still replaying the events that had led up to this where he possibly could have upset Kurt.
When the food came, he tipped the young man and took the bags to the counter. As he was pulling the food out, Blaine discovered that while he'd been lost in his inner thoughts, he'd ordered for Kurt too. Blaine looked sadly down at the food that probably wouldn't get eaten.
He left it on the counter, hoping Kurt might be enticed by the smell and choose to join him. He ate slowly, as if waiting for the door to open and Kurt to come out. It didn't happen; Blaine put his empty dishes in the sink.
Blaine felt lonely, a feeling that he wasn't particularly familiar with. He'd always had friends and family around him. Kurt had always been there. Even after this latest fiasco, Kurt hadn't left him alone to wallow, he'd collected him up. Yet now he was pushing him out and literally locking him out.
With one last glance at the door, Blaine plopped onto the couch. He flicked on the TV hoping he could wait Kurt out and catch him coming out of the work room. Blaine flipped absently through the channels, finally settling on an old movie.
About an hour later, he could feel his eyelids starting to droop. He fought back the wave of tiredness fiercely; he really needed to talk to Kurt. But in the end he was defeated, his eyes falling closed as he fell into unconsciousness in front of the television.
The next time he awoke it was still dark outside, the clock on the microwave read two thirty in the morning. He wasn't quite sure why he had woken up when he heard the sound of a door closing. Had he missed him? By the shuffling of feet down the hall, Blaine was glad he hadn't.
Blaine watched as Kurt entered the kitchen/living room area, and as his eyes roamed over to him he shut his quickly. He didn't know why he did it; he just didn't want to scare Kurt back into hiding. Blaine heard Kurt sigh, which suspiciously sounded relieved.
As Kurt moved into the kitchen, Blaine cracked his eyes open to see what he was doing. Kurt moved around the counter, reaching up into one of the cupboards to retrieve the box of band aids. Kurt quickly unwrapped one and placed it around the finger with the newest pinprick.
Blaine saw him pause and look down at the food on the table, his long fingers pushing past the plastic to find the food Blaine had mistakenly ordered for him. A fond smile came across his face as he pulled the food out, and Blaine felt he'd done something right.
Kurt piled the food onto a plate and grabbed a fork from a drawer. He looked about ready to head back to the work room, but he stopped, setting down his plate for a moment. Kurt looked like he was contemplating something for a moment before he started heading for the living room.
Quickly shutting his eyes, Blaine tried to slow his breaths and feign sleep as Kurt got closer. He heard the TV being silenced, and the remote being set back on the table. Suddenly, there was a blanket being pulled over him, Kurt making sure the cloth covered up to his shoulders.
It was silent for a few moments and Blaine wondered if Kurt had silently left. That was until he felt gentle fingers pushing aside the curls on his forehead, and then the soft touch of lips on the same skin. It was short, Kurt was soon pulling away.
"Goodnight Blaine" He whispered before Blaine heard him move back to the kitchen and pick up his plate, and then going back to his room.
Blaine laid there and tried to work this out in his mind. Kurt couldn't be mad at him right? Not after what he'd just done. Blaine couldn't figure it out, why was Kurt avoiding him? But still, something made him wonder, why had Kurt sounded so sad?
The bright sunshine shone through the large open windows in the apartment, Blaine tried to shield his eyes with a pillow. Unfortunately, that also meant he had woken up and wouldn't be getting back to sleep anytime soon. Groaning, he tossed his feet to the floor.
Fingers worked rapidly through his hair, trying to smooth out the tangled mess it had probably become. Sleeping on the couch was definitely not ideal, the knot in his back agreed. Blaine groggily rubbed at his eyes, still not quite aware.
Slowly he stopped, remembering why he'd been out here. Blaine's hazel eyes scanned the room but Kurt had moved back into the safety of his work room. Standing, he untangled the blanket from around his legs. Turning back, Blaine carefully folded the fabric; he didn't want to make Kurt more upset than he already was.
Blaine hesitated a moment before heading down the hall, stopping in front of the work room door. He needed to settle this, he missed his best friend. Well, that and he was worried about Kurt's health. At least he'd eaten the food from last night.
"Kurt, let me in we need to talk" Blaine knocked on the white door. He waited, but there still wasn't any answer.
"Kurt, seriously, I'm going to be out here until you let me in. I'm not going to let you work yourself into the hospital" He knocked on the door harder this time, his hand almost stinging from the impact. When Blaine still didn't get a reply he slumped against the wall, he was serious about waiting Kurt out.
After about ten minutes the door opened, Kurt peeking out, probably to see if Blaine had left. When he saw Blaine sitting next to the door he hurried to close the door, and would have had Blaine not stuck his foot in its way.
"Ow shit!" Blaine reached out and grabbed the door and pulled it open, relieving the pressure on his foot. Still, he hopped a little as he moved to stand in Kurt's doorway.
"What do you want Blaine" Kurt asked, arms crossed over his chest and trying his best to look annoyed. The look was ruined however by the sheer look of exhaustion the boy carried. Blaine's eyes were drawn to the dark circles under Kurt's eyes. The normal, not upset, Kurt Hummel would be absolutely appalled.
"I want to know why you're avoiding me. Did I do something to make you mad?" Blaine asked, leaning against the door frame as Kurt moved back to his table of fabric.
"Oh please, I'm not avoiding you" Kurt protested, refusing to look up at Blaine.
"Really Kurt? You haven't talked to me in five days; those little messages don't count as talking" Blaine could hear his own anger in his voice and tried to tame it, reminding himself this was to help Kurt.
"I've just been busy" The useless little answer made Blaine want to shake Kurt, but he resisted. It didn't do anything to help the pang in his heart that Kurt refused to open up to him, his supposed best friend.
"Kurt, I know when you're using work as an excuse. You did it all the time in high school" Kurt's head moved upwards, meeting Blaine's eyes finally. He looked a little sad at the reminder.
"I grew out of that. Why does everything revolve around you Blaine? I have my own life you know, a job?" Kurt ranted; he'd tried avoiding Blaine, now it seemed he was going to use anger to push him away.
"Why won't you tell me what's upsetting you?" Blaine's voice dropped, all of the anger dropping away for the simple question.
"Because Blaine, I can't" Kurt shut his eyes closed, his voice was still sounding stressed.
"Do you…hate me?" Blaine asked him tentatively, like a small child might. He was afraid the answer would be yes.
"No Blaine! I could never-" Kurt burst out, his eyes snapping open. There was pain his eyes, regret at making his best friend ever think that?
"Then why won't you tell me?" Blaine interrupted, pleading with his eyes.
"I can't, it would ruin everything" Kurt shifted his eyes from Blaine again, down to the fabric he was twisting in his hands.
"Kurt, it won't, just tell me" Blaine was startled when Kurt moved towards him. Kurt gently pushed him into the hall.
"I'm sorry Blaine, I can't" With that he shut the door, leaving Blaine out in the hall.
Blaine stood there for a few moments, stunned. What could Kurt possibly be hiding that he was convinced would hurt Blaine so much? He slumped against the wall again, spreading his feet out in front of him. The only thing Blaine heard from the room was the faint scratches of a pen.
"Blaine" Kurt's voice woke Blaine up from where he'd apparently fallen asleep leaning against the wall. He looked up at Kurt, who was standing beside him, an envelope in hand and a black suitcase behind him.
"Where are you going?" Blaine asked quickly, fearful that his best friend really was mad at him and was leaving because he couldn't stand him.
"I have to leave for a fashion show in Paris for a week" Kurt said simply. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to have gotten smaller, and Blaine hoped that was because he'd finally gone to sleep.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Blaine didn't remember him mentioning anything about it.
"It's sudden, something about someone's collection being stolen and whatnot. There was a slot to put some of my pieces on display and I took it" Kurt sighed, brushing back his hair in the way Blaine assumed had to be trademarked.
"But we still have to talk about what has you so upset" Blaine tried, he didn't want them leaving on bad terms. They needed to talk about this.
"That is what this is for," Kurt pushed the envelope in his hands toward Blaine "I need you to read this, you'll probably hate me afterwards but I can't take living like this anymore"
As soon as Blaine had it in his hands, Kurt turned and grabbed the handle of his suitcase. He was out the door before Blaine could think to say another word.
The room was so silent, as if in anticipation. Blaine looked down at the innocent looking white envelope in his hand. His name was written across the front in Kurt's delicate handwriting. He flipped it over; nothing was written on the back. All that was left to do was tear it open.