Saturday night Kurt got his first text from Blaine all week.
To Kurt:
Clubs are SO not fun. You're not missing out on anything.
Kurt's heart had sped when he'd seen that Blaine had texted. Then the content of the text had been so - menial Kurt had the urge to throw his phone across the room. He only just barely refrained.
Instead he'd closed the message and put his phone on his nightstand, mind set on ignoring the text.
He didn't get another.
Finn was about 85% sure something was up. Kurt looked all sad and he wasn't texting all the time. When Finn was away from Rachel they texted all the time. They even texted more when they were FRIENDS than Kurt seemed to be texting Blaine.
Finn knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but really, something seemed wrong with this picture. He just didn't know what.
Carole decided he was too mopey on Sunday and made him get dressed for shopping. Kurt wasn't sure if it would work. Retail therapy was great for little things, but he'd tried it on bigger things and it just left with a bunch of useless stuff and a depleted bank account.
Then Carole offered to pay and Kurt decided it was worth a shot.
They spent most of the day wandering around the mall, Carole picking out things and Kurt vetoing them 4 out of 5 times. Then they had lunch at the Cheesecake Factory and Kurt indulged in his favorite desert.
"Can we go to the record store?" Kurt asked when they'd decided they were done with the mall and were bringing their purchases out to the car.
"Sure, honey." Carole patted his shoulder.
Kurt loved the record store. It was where he got all the music for glee that Mr. Schue didn't have. He played them on his grandma's old record player, a gift for his thirteenth birthday. Vinyl was nice, old fashion in a way Kurt really appreciated.
"I'll just let you look around on your own, god knows I don't know much about music." Carole laughed lightly and wandered off into a different corner of the store.
Left alone in his own domain Kurt relaxed. He loved Carole, he really did, but that much time with her was a bit much sometimes. That much time with ANYONE was a bit much.
Kurt shook his head and started flicking through the stacks.
To Sebastian:
I'm sorry I ran out like that, suddenly I wasn't feeling that well.
From Sebastian:
Whatever.
To Sebastian:
If you want to try again I'm open for a take two.
From Sebastian:
::sigh:: Blaine, I'm a busy guy.
To Sebastian:
I won't run out on you again, I PROMISE it was because I felt sick.
From Sebastian:
I'm only doing this because you're hot naked. Alright.
From Sebastian:
I'll be free next weekend maybe, not tonight. Talk to me Thursday and see what's up.
To Sebastian:
Alright. Will do.
"Our next order comes in later int he week. Do you want me to add it to the order?" a somewhat bored, hipster looking, employee asked.
Kurt nodded. "Yes please." In his hands he held half of a set of albums, the second half. He'd like the beginning. Though who would buy JUST the beginning he didn't know.
"Alright, are you going to buy that today?" the employee asked and moved closer to the cash register.
"Yes," Kurt said. "Ring me up."
Every once in a while Wes would give him this weird look for about five seconds before he returned to his computer screen. After it happened about ten times Blaine finally asked what was up.
"Nothing," Wes said with a shrug.
"No, something's up. You're looking at me all weird," Blaine insisted. He gave Wes his best questioning look.
"Nothing, I swear," Wes repeated.
"Wes."
"I know nothing."
"Wes!" He TOTALLY knew something.
Wes swiveled in his chair to look at Blaine. "Blaine, I promise you that nothing is happening. If it was, you'd be the first to know."
"What?"
"Exactly." Wes winked and turned back to his computer.
Fucking cryptic roommate. Blaine threw a pillow at him for being annoying.
Kurt spent Sunday night listening to his new album and trying to ignore everything else.
Finn and Rachel came to knock on his door about diner but Kurt ignored them. When Carole came up to do the same thing he said he wasn't hungry.
When his dad came up he knocked, waited about four seconds, and then pushed the door open without express permission to do so. Normally Kurt would have yelled at him, but - depression kind of made him not care all that much.
"Hey, bud." Burt said and sat down on Kurt's bed next to him. It reminded Kurt of the way Carole had perched on his bed. "You've been off all week. Are you alright?"
Kurt rolled onto his back to look at the ceiling. It was easier to lie if he wasn't looking into the person he was lying too's eyes. "I'm just sad Blaine left." That part wasn't a lie.
"It's only been a week, kid. He'll come back. You said you guys were dating, right?"
"Yeah, we're dating. Two weeks," Kurt agreed. "I'm just sad that he's gone and he couldn't come back this weekend."
"Why was that anyway? I didn't ask before." Burt patted Kurt's calf in sympathy.
"He had a choir thing to go too. They're apparently starting up again for the new semester. They have meetings on Friday nights," Kurt lied. He'd spent all week crafting a lie for this very occasion, as much as he hoped not to need it. "He might not be able to make it back here very often because of it. I heard he's got this one person who's basically Hitler in it and he's got power. Kind of like Rachel but worse apparently. Although how you could get worse than a power hungry Rachel Berry I don't know."
There, the lie was in place. Now he just needed to make sure he didn't forget it.
Burt cleared his throat. "Alright. I'm sorry, kid. I hope you feel better soon."
"Me too." Kurt nodded.
His kid was lying. About WHAT, Burt wasn't entirely sure. But Kurt was definitely lying. That story he'd just told, it had WAY too many details, he hadn't been looking at Burt, and he'd been making those shifty eyes he always made when he was trying to keep something hidden. Kurt could hold things in, lie by omission, without a problem, but when asked a direct question all his ticks showed.
Burt sighed. He wondered if Carole knew anything about it.