So excited for shooting star on Thursday! J I'm sorry about missing the last update, I really am! I just have a busy life, I've been going through some things I'd rather not mention but it's getting better, so updates should be on time. A shoutout to 9opera and Kunkzzz who both gave me great feedback and are some of my best friends J
Enjoy… hopefully.
Despite the kiss, Kurt and Blaine have been growing much closer, with sort of a mutual understanding, if you will. Things were looking up. Kurt was feeling much better, Blaine was getting fewer nightmares, and things were good in school for both of them. They were beginning to believe they could actually get past this.
That was until they got the phone call.
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Blaine had picked up Kurt from school today as a surprise. He wanted to have a fun day with his friend, so he had taken Kurt out for ice cream and then they'd gone to the park. It had been great. Blaine keeps talking as he jiggles the door open with his keys, continuing his rather funny tale of the crazy head of the Warbler's.
"And then Wes stands up and screams, 'WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY GAVEL!'" Kurt slaps him on the arm playfully.
"Language, Blaine!" Blaine pokes him in the ribs and Kurt giggles. Blaine raises and eyebrow.
"You're ticklish?" He asks mischievously. Kurt nervously evades the question.
"So, Blaine, finish telling me that story…"
"You're ticklish!" Blaine grins. He pokes Kurt in the ribs again. Kurt tries not to laugh, but fails miserably. Blaine smiles wickedly.
"I'm going to get you, Kurt Hummel!" He yells. Kurt screeches and bolts toward his room. Blaine speeds down the hall, unable to catch up with Kurt.
"Awww, poor hobbit can't run fast enough on his short legs!" Kurt teases.
"Hey! I'll have you know I AM of average stature!"
"Only you could work the word stature into a normal conversation, Blaine!" Blaine chases him to the guest room, where Kurt jumps onto the bed. Blaine tackles him down, tickling his stomach.
"S-stop it!" Kurt shrieks.
"Say I'm amazing!"
"You-you're amazing!"
"Say I am the awesomest person ever and you love my bowties!"
"Never!" Blaine doesn't stop and Kurt finally relents, gasping for breath.
"You-you're the a-awesomest person e-ever and.."
'And what?"
"And I love your damn bowties!" He replies, trying to be cross, but failing because he's laughing so hard. Blaine releases him. "And now, I will head downstairs to get myself some victory chocolate."
Kurt rolls his eyes.
"I've got to start my homework." He says.
Neither boy realizes just friends don't do what they just did. They just go about their normal routine. Blaine walks downstairs. He hears the phone ringing obnoxiously and picks it up.
"Hi, is this the Anderson residence?" A snobby sounding voice says.
"Yes, and who is this?"
"This is Lima Memorial Hospital." Blaine pales.
"What's wrong? What happened?" The person on the phone- Blaine realized he didn't know their name- sighs.
"I understand Mr. Kurt Hummel is living with you, correct?" Blaine nods before realizing she can't see.
"Yes, miss." He says.
"May I speak to him?" Blaine takes a sharp intake of breath.
"What is this about?" He demands.
"Just let me speak to him." She says forcefully. He takes the receiver away from his mouth and sticks his tongue out at it immaturely, than calls, "Kurt?"
Kurt rushes downstairs and Blaine hands him the phone. He can only hear Kurt's side of the conversation, but it doesn't sound good.
"Yes…" Kurt mumbles.
"Are you sure I…"
"No, no, no…"
"Thank you." The last phrase is whispered, broken.
Blaine stares at him. "What happened?"
"He's gone." Kurt replies blankly.
"Who's gone?"
"My father… he's dead."
Yes, it is incredibly short; I'm sorry. I have writer's block. The next, longer update, will be up by thursday, or else 9opera will maul me.