Okay, so I totally planned on having this chapter up last week, but life got in the way... Anyway, I want to apologise in advance because this chapter is sad and angsty and that's where its always been headed but its just really crap timing that I get up to this chapter just after the most recent episode aired, which I will talk about in my AN at the end, so don't read that if you haven't watched it yet.
Anyway, enjoy!
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He sat there staring at the clock. He'd been doing so for at least half an hour, he knows. He also knows that he much look really odd to everyone else sitting in the crowded cafeteria; sitting there without food, staring blankly at the clock of the far wall. Or perhaps that was quite a normal thing to see in a hospital cafeteria. Perhaps people often come here and stare at the clock, waiting for their loved one to come out of surgery, or waiting for an important phone call. Although Kurt was waiting for neither. In fact, he wasn't waiting for anything; except maybe for a miracle, a miracle that would turn back time so it could be yesterday again.
Bringing the clock back into focus, Kurt noticed the time once more; 5:47 pm.
Coupled with the fact that his dad was lying unconscious in a hospital after having a heart attack, thinking about Blaine actually churned his stomach to the point that he thought he might throw up.
**FLASHBACK**
"So what time did you say you were leaving tomorrow?" Kurt asked from where he was lying on top of Blaine; their bodies chest to chest, toe to toe.
"At 3:00," Blaine groaned, looking up into Kurt's eyes with a pout on his lips.
"We usually have lunch at about twelve, so I'll meet you here straight after that. And then we'll have two – whole – hours – together," Kurt said, punctuating his last four words with hard kisses.
His hands moving up into Kurt's hair, Blaine whispered in complete seriousness, "I miss you."
"I'm right here," Kurt chuckled against Blaine's lips.
"But this time tomorrow," Blaine said, a single tear escaping from the corner of his eye before he could stop it, "I won't be."
"Hey! Don't think like that. I'm here now. We'll deal with tomorrow, tomorrow," Kurt said, kissing Blaine once more. But there was something different about this kiss compared to all the others they'd shared. There was a sense of urgency and desperation that had previously been missing. Blaine gripped his hip like he was holding him in place, and something about that excited Kurt; the thought that that's where he belonged, in Blaine's arms, making his toes tingle. Without intentionally meaning to, Kurt brought Blaine's lower lip in between his, biting down on it slightly.
Blaine pulled away with a gasp, "oh my god, Kurt!" and then they were kissing again, with more passion than he'd ever thought possible/
"Okay, I really need to go now so I'm not late for dinner," Kurt said, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"Okay. So tomorrow after lunch?" he rolled over slightly so he was still lying down but leaning up on his elbows.
"Yes. I wouldn't miss it for the world," Kurt said with a smile, peppering light kisses across Blaine's face.
"Bye," Blaine said shyly from where he was lying, his cheeks flushed and his lips a little swollen, as he watched Kurt walk away.
**END FLASHBACK**
"Kurt? Kurt, dude, are you okay?"
Kurt was brought back to reality by Finn's strong grip on his upper arms shaking him.
And then it truly hit him. He wasn't back at their tree and it was no longer yesterday. It was 5:55 pm today. And he hadn't met up with Blaine like he'd promised. And Blaine was leaving at 3:00, which was nearly three hours ago. By now, he'd be halfway back to Westerville already. And Kurt didn't even have his number...
"Kurt, why are you crying? Burt's fine. Your dad's gonna be fine," Finn comforted, sitting on the hard plastic chair next to him.
"Not, it's not Dad," Kurt said, wiping at the tears on his cheeks. "It's – it's Blaine."
"Blaine? Who's Blaine?"
So Kurt told him. He told him about the first day with the washing, and about the Spontaneity Agreement, and all the other times they had met up. He told him everything; except for all of the making out.
"So this random guy kissed you, and you guys hung out for a bit. I don't get why that's making you cry..."
Kurt sighed, his hands slightly shaking, "he left today. He left today and I was supposed to meet with him before he did. But I didn't. Because Dad was here and we were so distracted and it completely slipped my mind. But he was leaving at 3:00 and now he's gone. I don't have his number, and I don't have any way of contacting him. God, I don't even know his last name!"
"Kurt! Kurt, calm down. I know he was probably a really great friend and all, but you've got heaps of friends in Lima. And you'll always make new friends-"
"You don't understand! We weren't just friends! We were – I love him. I'm in love with him, Finn!" Kurt all but screamed.
It took a moment, but then it clicked in Finn's mind and he understood. Moving his chair closer, he leant forward to wrap his arms around Kurt's shoulders, and held him there while he sobbed into his shoulder, fisting his hands in Finn's shirt.
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They arrived back at the cabin just before 8:00, and it was surprisingly still light; it had been raining all afternoon, the lady at reception had told them. His dad was in a stable condition now, so the doctor had suggested they go home and get some sleep, promising to call the moment anything changes.
"Carole, I'm just going to go for a walk," Kurt said only moments after entering the cabin.
"But Kurt, it's raining..."
Kurt faintly heard Finn say, Mum, just let him go, before he walked out the front door. His body knew where he was going before he did, and the next thing he knew he was standing in their spot.
He looked around frantically, searching for any sign that Blaine had been here or that he'd left anything behind. There was nothing. Not in the trees or the surrounding grass; nothing.
He fell to his knees, not even caring that the ground was muddy and wet, and for what felt like the hundredth time in the last day, he was reduced to tears.
However, little did he know, that 200 metres away was a note. Though entirely soaked through and slightly teared from where the wind had blown it out of the nook in the tree in which it had been placed, if one looked hard enough, they would be able to make out a phone number and three faded words; I love you.
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I'm sorry! The angst is terrible I know. Although if you would like a cheering up, I posted a one-shot photographer!Blaine AU titled,A Snapshot. It's all fluff, so feel free to read if you like.
Remember to review :)
And below is my opinion on the most recent episode.
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OH MY GOD! MY HEART IS BREAKING – OR BROKEN – I DON'T KNOW! I JUST KNOW THAT IT HURTS. AND OUR POOR BABIES :( I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT BLAINE WOULD CHEAT ON HIM. I JUST CAN'T. WHAT HAPPENED TO: IF YOU'RE LONELY, TALK TO ME, BUT DON'T CHEAT?! BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH, WHYYYY RYAN MURPHY?!
Okay, now that I have that out of my system, I hope you enjoyed this chapter (review if you did!). And if you wanna rant or cry or scream with me you can PM me, or visit me on tumblr at: emlovessid . tumblr . com
Em xoxo