Blaine watched as Kurt walked away.
„Well that was successful." He said sarcastic and turned to face his sister.
„I…" Rachel started but stopped, as she couldn't find the right words. She was still confused and baffled by Kurt's reaction. „You told him that…"
„I told him it was a mistake. I could've just told him I wanted him back. He didn't even seem to care." Blaine said and tried to sound cheerful, even though Rachel could easily hear the disappointment in his voice.
„Maybe he just had to think about it." Rachel suggested optimistic.
„Wake up Rachel!" Blaine practically yelled, frustrated. „He's over me. It's over. I'm done trying." He looked down in the ground and laughed despairing. „You know? It's getting too much. I thought I had gotten used to it by now, you know. It's been so long. And my feelings are bound to go away at some point. I just need to wait." He said and looked at her. „I'm just so… Tired. Of this." He said and tried to fight the tears.
„Blaine you just have to-"
„Shut up!" Blaine shouted and regretted it as soon as the words had left his lips. He closed his eyes and opened them to look at his baffled sister. „I'm sorry. I just… I don't have to do anything. I'm done." He said.
„Sorry." She said and stroked his back comforting.
„Let's just not talk about this or him… At all." Rachel nodded without saying anything, grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed it gently.
Kurt woke up Sunday morning, breathing faster than usual. Nightmare… He thought and removed the duvet from his body. He ran his hand through his light brown hair and felt sweat on his forehead. His nightmare was still fresh in his memory, so he sat up in bed and tried to shake off the feeling of being watched from the dark. He grabbed his TV-remote when he couldn't stand the feeling any longer, and turned on the TV. He looked at the clock and sighed as he noticed how early it was. 6:15am… he thought and rubbed his eyes. He picked up his phone and found Tristan in his contacts. „Wake up." He sent the text to him and fell back on his pillow, already partly forgetting the bad dream. He closed his eyes, and didn't realise the sleep taking over.
He woke up a few hours later by the sound of his phone receiving a text. He automatically reached out to get his phone and knocked down his clock on his nightstand on the way. He ignored it and looked at his phone. Text from Tristan he thought and remembered how he had texted him earlier. „Only just woke up, sorry! Why up so early?" He threw his phone down on the duvet and decided he couldn't be bothered to answer right now. He closed his eyes again and ignored his dad yelling, he was going out to a meeting, from downstairs.
He woke up again by the sound of someone knocking on his door.
„Kurt!" He rolled around in the bed and covered his head with the duvet.
„What?" He murmured. He heard the door open and someone stepping into his room.
„How can you sleep this much? It's almost 2pm." He heard Finn say.
„Tired." Kurt said and removed the duvet from his head. „Pass me my phone, will you?" Finn grabbed Kurt's phone and threw it back to him. „Thanks…" He mumbled and noticed he had received a new message.
„Get up." Finn said, smiled, and waked out of his room without closing the door.
„Close the door!" Kurt yelled, and after a minute passed by without a response, he got out of bed and closed the door himself. Text from Tristan, he thought and opened the text. „Wanna meet up later?" Kurt considered it, but decided to have a lazy day. „Not today, sorry. I'll just see you tomorrow! x"
Blaine walked up to the big house with Rachel. Light was glowing out of the window in all sorts of colours, and the music was playing loud. He could feel the bass almost shaking the ground.
„I hate parties." Rachel said as they looked at the house, listening to the music and people cheering. She looked at her brother, who was looking fascinated at the big house.
„Come on, Rachel!" He said and pulled her up to the front door, and inside. The second they entered, a bright green light blinded them, before it kept rotating around the room. The music was loud enough to drown any attempt on having a normal conversation. Some people were dancing, some were sitting by a table, having a drink and some were just standing up against the wall looking bored. A bloke walked past them and accidentally bumped into Rachel.
„Oups, sorry, hun." He said and kept walking, obviously drunk.
„Let's just go again." Rachel said, but could barely hear it herself because of the music.
„Come!" Blaine shouted and walked over to some sort of bar. „Let's get a drink." He said and tried to communicate with the bartender.
„Blaine, we're not old eno-" Rachel said, but stopped as the bartender gave Blaine a beer. „You're just trying to drink away your sadness, Blaine! There's better ways to do this!" She shouted, but knew that Blaine was ignoring what she was saying.
„Can I get you anything?" the bartender asked Rachel.
„Do you have any water?" She asked, before he laughed at her and nodded slowly.
Kurt had spent the whole Sunday texting Tristan, relaxing at the couch, not doing a thing. He had fallen asleep at 1am, earlier than usual, and woke now up at 4am as he received a text.
„Who…" He mumbled sleepy, and reached out to get his phone. He felt his stomach doing a somersault as he read whom it was from. Blaine. He opened the text, not knowing what to expect. He wrinkled his eyebrows as he read the text, unsure of what to think. „Kurttt! How are you? I am doing GREAT! Just greaat. Did you know dat dogs have cleaner tongues than humans? That is WICKED. Wicked, man." He read the text a few times, still not sure what to answer. He wasn't even sure if he was supposed to answer. „Blaine, it's 4am. Are you drunk?" he sent the text and closed his eyes to try to sleep again. His stomach wouldn't let him though. It was all tickly and even though it was just a stupid drunk-text, he couldn't help smiling. He felt half awake, half asleep as his phone started to ring. He picked up after seeing it was Blaine.
„KURT!" Blaine shouted in the phone. „Is it you?" Kurt held the phone a bit away from his ear, to avoid getting serious hearing problems.
„Where are you?" Kurt asked, hearing music in the background.
„HEY GUYS! It's Kurt!" He heard Blaine yell in the background, before a lot of people started cheering. „Sorry 'bout that." Blaine said and laughed.
„Are you drunk?" Kurt asked and was unsure whether Blaine had heard him or not, as he didn't answer in a bit.
„This party is wicked! Absolutely wicked! Rachel is here!" Blaine said, and sounded more happy and hyper than ever.
„Is Rachel there?" Kurt asked.
„She is here, man!" Blaine said and Kurt heard some noises before Rachel's voice appeared.
„Hello?" She said, and Kurt was relieved to hear that she didn't sound drunk at all.
„Rachel!" Kurt said.
„Kurt? Is that you?"
„Yes, what are-"
„I can't hear you, talk louder!" She shouted before Blaine shouted something and took back his phone.
„Kurt!" Blaine shouted.
„What?" Kurt said loud, tempted to hang up.
„You're awesome, do you know that? And amazing, too!"
„Blaine, you're drunk. Don't say something you'll regre-"
„You're like… Awezing!" Blaine yelled, totally ignoring what Kurt had just said. „You should come to this party! These people are awesome!" Blaine shouted and some people in the background agreed by screaming.
„There's school tomorrow. Shouldn't you go home?" Kurt said and propped himself up on one elbow.
„Nooo! Anyway, I just wanted to call you to say that you're… Awezing!" He said and sounded like he was really impressed by that word. „And Kurt…" He said, and suddenly sounded serious, and completely normal. „I want to be with you. Really." Kurt kept silence, not knowing what to say. „So ditch Tristan!" he said and sounded drunk again. „Anyway I have to go I-" He said and started laughing. „Stop it!" He said to someone in the background, chuckling. „I have a Rachel to look after!"
„Blaine wait-"
„Bye!" Kurt sat a few seconds after Blaine had hung up, before putting down his phone.
„Well that was weird." He said to himself, looking confused at his phone as if it had just transformed into a dragon.