Blaine peered around the corner to make sure that no one was around, and then he sat down on the freshly tarred ground of the parking lot behind McKinley. It reeked of chemicals, but Blaine just needed to be alone, so he didn't mind. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and typed a message to Kurt. Need to talk it read. It was mere seconds until his phone lit up and Kurt's smiling face appeared on the screen. "Kurt?" Blaine asked. He sounded almost desperate, deprived of his boyfriend's attention and advice for so long.
"Blaine, it's me. What's wrong?" Kurt asked. Blaine sniffled, holding in his tears, but it was no use. He burst into a fit of sobs. "Calm down. Tell me what happened," Kurt cooed through the phone.
"I can't go back in there," Blaine cried.
"Back in where? School? What happened?" Kurt asked.
"At lunch, Sam wasn't watching where he was going and he bumped into me and his food spilled all over me," Blaine said sadly.
"Blaine, just go in the bathroom and clean yourself up. I'm sure there's spare clothes in the glee club room," Kurt said.
"Kurt, it's spaghetti day," Blaine said sadly. Kurt cringed at the thought of Blaine covered in noodles and red sauce. "And that's not the worst part. I'm wearing that really nice white sweater you got me for my birthday." A pit formed in Kurt's stomach. He loved that sweater on Blaine.
"You can't just skip class. You're already not doing great in pre calc and you have it last period. You have to go," Kurt said. He thought for a moment. "Put your jacket on, go and change into something in the glee room, and throw the sweater into the washing machine as soon as you get home. Pasta sauce is a pain to get out, but it can be done. Just don't put it in the dryer, whatever you do!" Kurt said. Blaine giggled.
"Thanks Kurt. I guess I just needed to sort out my thoughts," Blaine said.
"Call me later. I love you," Kurt said. Blaine could hear the smile in his voice.
"I love you too." Blaine hung up the phone. He could brave the laughs of his schoolmates with Kurt's help any day.