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Chapter Three: Missing
Kurt added the final touches to his hair and coated it in hairspray.
"Kurt, c'mon, you're taking forever and I need to use the bathroom!" Kurt sighed and putting his products back in their various places in his vanity he exited the bathroom.
"Thank you." Rachel brushed past him. "I just do not understand your obsession with that stuff you put in your hair, it smells awful."
"If I didn't use it my hair wouldn't look half as fabulous and one of the most important things about a person's appearance is their hair looking fabulous."
"Whatever." Rachel rolled her eyes and closed the door. Kurt leaned against the ladder of the bunk bed looking up at the photo of Blaine he'd hung on the wall above the headboard. Next year Blaine would be here and he'd finally live with someone who understood the importance of good hair. As long as Blaine made it into NYADA. Kurt shook that thought out of his head. Of course Blaine would get in. He had more credentials then Kurt and was certainly just as talented. So why did he still worry about something going wrong? What if Blaine changes his mind…? The thought pushed its way out of wherever he'd buried it and gnawed away at him. But change his mind about what? Even if he didn't want to go to NYADA he would never change his mind about New York and they would probably have to room off campus anyway. What if Blaine changes his mind about rooming with you? About being with you? What if he meets someone else in Ohio? Or once he gets to New York? There it was. The fear he couldn't convince himself not to worry about. Although Sebastian had proven to not be a threat to their relationship he had reminded Kurt that there were plenty of eligible bachelors. Well there's nothing you can do about it. So sit tight and hope for the best. The only person you can control is yourself. Kurt's mental pep-talk did its job. He grabbed his bag as Rachel exited the bathroom. As they left their dorm he blew a kiss to the picture on the wall. It's not like I'm going to change my mind.
Blaine sighed as he closed his car door behind him. He'd known when he'd transferred last year that it would be permanent. His parents would not let him shuffle schools that many times. And after the slushy incident he wasn't sure he wanted to go back to the Warblers. But he hadn't anticipated how hard it would be to come to a school every day that didn't have Kurt inside of it. Glee rehearsals were a good deal less gleeful and everything seemed dreadfully dismal. The bullying wasn't as bad as it could be. No one had gotten slushied all year as far as he knew, and even getting slammed into lockers wasn't as common an occurrence as it had once been. And when he did get shoved it was usually a mere half-hearted-one-shouldered move. No one cared to put much energy into making his life miserable but they didn't have to. His life was pretty miserable as it was. At least he still had their evening over-the-phone-skin-care chat to look forward to. As he opened his locker Blaine reached into his bag and pulled out the photo of Kurt he'd printed out the day before. Kurt lay on his back still holding one of the records he'd been looking through. Last year he hadn't felt the need to hang a huge picture of Kurt in his locker. What was the point of hanging some stiff 2D image of his boyfriend up when the far superior flesh-and-blood version wandered the halls? A photo simply couldn't capture some of his favorite things about Kurt. (That's why he'd hung Kurt's campaign poster, because it captured some of his personality as well as his image.) Photos couldn't make brutally honest off-topic side comments about people's clothing, or spew brilliant comeback lines at bullies, or cheer him up with inspiring speeches. A photo couldn't sing or dance. You hold someone's hand when they were in a photograph. You couldn't kiss a picture. - Well technically you could but it looked a little silly and just wasn't the same. – His grades were suffering because he roamed the library searching for videos of old New Directions performances when he should be studying and would spend hours watching them over and over when he should be doing homework. He was pleased to find that they had filmed around a performance a week but disappointed that few of them, especially the older ones, featured Kurt at all. He spent a lot of time with Tina mostly because she would occasionally remember some performance that was filed under a different heading. Like the Vogue video Kurt and Mercedes had produced in their sophomore year. Hearing Sue Sylvester sing was not something Blaine had expected to hear, ever. But he tried not to pressure Tina too much. He didn't want her to think he only hung out with her because of her more extensive knowledge of Kurt's performing history. I wonder what he's doing now. Blaine unloaded all the books he wouldn't need until after lunch into his locker. Probably sitting in some class, or drinking coffee, or rehearsing some song, meeting new people. If Blaine got into NYADA hopefully Kurt would introduce them. Wait, meeting new people? As in similarly-minded New-Yorkers? As in male similarly -minded New-Yorkers? Crap! Kurt is probably meeting all kind of interesting wonderful boys while I, Blaine, am stuck in Ohio. The school bell rang but Blaine just stood in front of his locker hyperventilating. How was he supposed to compete with the numerous eligible NYADA boys when he was trapped at McKinley? He reopened his locker and stared at the picture of Kurt for a moment. Well, he certainly wasn't going to be able to compete with them if he didn't get into NYADA, and the only way to get into NYADA was to have a really impressive application and audition. And bad grades and lack-luster Glee involvement would not look good on an application. If Kurt did manage to hold out for him he didn't want to disappointment by letting his loneliness get in the way of their future.