Author's Note: Hello again, OK so this is a sad/intense chapter, I quite like it! Lots of Blaine! Hope you enjoy! Read and review! xx
Blaine's POV
It was now Monday afternoon two days after Mike and Tina's party. Boy that was a fun night; I've always known Mike to be the one to throw the killer party. Even back at Dalton Mike was always the one to throw the competition after parties where we celebrated all night long. Mike's always been a great friend to me and I couldn't be more excited to see him and Tina walk down the aisle together.
The morning after, Kurt and I decided to just stay in bed all day watching movies. We made our way through several of our favorites; we alternated who got to pick each movie. But there were no arguments on either of our movie choices. We watched and watched until it was time for Kurt to head back to his apartment, because after all he did have work in the morning. Our weekend together couldn't have been more perfect.
It was four o'clock and I had a show at Callbacks at seven that went until eight. My Monday night shows usually don't go late, because Monday being the least busy day of the week for the café. I was looking forward to this show tonight in particular because Kurt was coming. He tried his best to come to one of my shows a week, and this week he was coming to tonight's. After my show we had planned, to go back to Kurt's and share a dinner together. As if on cue my phone vibrated on the coffee table with a message from Kurt.
Kurt Hummel: I'm not feeling well. I think I may have the flu or something, I've felt awful all day. I don't think I'm fit to come to your show tonight ):
A frown crept across my face at the thought of Kurt not coming to the show and the fact he was feeling under the weather.
Blaine: Oh, ok ): No worries, I'll swing by after my show, to check on you (: xx
Kurt: Can't wait (: Love you.
Blaine: I love you too, I'll be thinking of you on stage tonight.
I set his phone back down on the table and decided to go and grab a bite to before my show. I pulled on my maroon hoodie and put my ray bans on before leaving the apartment, locking it behind me.
I began to walk down the New York streets, the cool night air sweeping in. I really loved this city so much. In my month of being here I have already found a boyfriend I love, a job I love, an apartment I love with a great friend, and I finally feel like I'm on the road to my dream. There was still just one thing… my parents. I will continue to try and become a performer with or without their permission. But it would still be nice to have it. I'm still not ready to talk to or see them, things were said in our big argument by both me and them that I'm not ready to forgive or forget right now. I still love them, and will make up with them one day, but I'm not quite ready yet.
I found what is now my favorite sandwich place on the corner of Harold Street and entered the building. I order my usual egg salad sandwich and a chocolate chip cookie. I ate it happily and browsed through the internet on my phone to pass time. Callbacks was only a couple of blocks down from here so I should be good if I left in ten minutes. When the time came I crumpled up my garbage, threw it out and headed for the door.
My show went fabulously tonight! Perhaps my best one yet, I tried a new song out on the crowd. Naïve by The Kooks, everybody loved it! I kept a mental note of the song's success for future references. I started my walk back to Kurt's and passed a flower store that was still open, I retraced my steps and went in to pick Kurt up some roses to perhaps make him feel better.
The shop owner helped me put together a small bouquet of roses. I thanked him and left the shop and decided to make another stop in a small café and pick up some chicken noodle soup. I know it always made me feel better whenever I was feeling sick, I hoped that it worked for Kurt as well.
I arrived at Kurt's apartment building and buzzed up to him.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voiced spoke in a muffled tone from the speaker.
"Yes it's me, let me up" I heard the familiar buzz tone allowing me to enter the building and go upstairs to Kurt's room.
I knocked on the door in a playfully beat and positioned the roses and soup in my hands ready for Kurt to see.
The door swung open to reveal Kurt, dressed up in a black jumper and tight black and white patterned pants, topped off with a broach on his sweater. He looked a little too dressed up for someone who had the flu.
"HI," Kurt greeted, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I did my best to return the hug with my hands filled with items. "What do you have here?" Kurt asked.
I furrowed my brows in confusion at Kurt's healthy appearance. We still had not left the doorway. "I got you some soup and flowers to maybe make you feel better. But by the looks of it, you don't really need it though…" I trailed off, question in my tone.
"Oh yeah, about that, it turns out I'm feeling a lot better. But I have a surprise for you, um, come in please." Kurt said with a bit of a nervous tone. Kurt took the roses and soup from me and I followed him into the apartment.
"So what is this surprise?" I asked. Kurt moved out of my view and revealed two people sitting in his living room. I was completely shocked by what I saw… my parents.
"Hi Blaine, it's good to see you." My mother said with a smile as her and my father got up from their place on the couch. My mother continued to walk towards me with her arms outstretched to bring me into a hug. I put my hand in front of her to halt her actions. I felt tears brimming in my eyes as I turned to face Kurt.
"Kurt..." I croaked out. "W-why, why would you do this?" I managed to ask, with my now shaky voice.
"Blaine, I wanted to help you," Kurt began.
"Well you didn't! You did the exact opposite of helping me! You went behind my back, and lied to me, you were never sick you were just planning with my parents to form whatever this is!" I shouted at him. My gaze looked from him to my parents, trying to process what was happening.
"Blaine, I-" Kurt tried to speak.
"No, I don't want to hear it. I can't believe you Kurt." I said quiet enough for only him to hear. A tear I had been holding in slowly fell down my face; I saw Kurt's eyes beginning to water as well. We held eye contact for a moment, until I heard my father speak.
"Blaine, please," He began and rested a hand on my shoulder.
I whipped around to face the two of them, "I don't want to hear from you two either! The last time we talked you completely insulted me and my dream of a performer! You shot my confidence down, and it took a lot for me to build it back up again after that night!" I raised my voice at them as they just watched me with wide eyes. "You practically laughed in my face! I'm sorry but I have to go." I finished and wiped a tear from my face and jogged out of the apartment.
As I was leaving I heard a faint voice from Kurt "Blaine, please wait, please don't go." It took everything I had to not run back and just hug him and cry to him. I wanted him to comfort me, even though he was the one who caused this. But I was mad at him; he had no right to go behind my back and contact my parents without me and try to get me to meet with them. I was nowhere near ready for that, I just couldn't believe it.