Haunted
It's been a day.
Kurt didn't sleep that night.
Neither did Blaine.
It's been a week.
Rachel stopped asking if he was okay.
Tina glanced at him sorrowfully.
It's been a month.
Kurt finished the tenth Ben and Jerry's, the last one they had. He didn't bother checking how much weight he's gained.
Blaine didn't show up for Glee practice for the fourteenth time in a row. No one asked where he was.
It's been two months.
Kurt was so done with that; Adam was no Blaine, and he was nowhere close to being fixed.
Blaine couldn't even bring up the thought of himself kissing Tina, neither scare away the thought of kissing Kurt.
It's been a three months.
It was like being haunted. The dreams didn't stop. Neither did the nightmares. Time was dragging slowly, stretching out like a gum.
It's been four months.
He decided to call.
He decided to call, too.
Both swore at the same time when the line was busy.
He was faster to call again.
"Hello?"
"I love you."
Vaguely based on the Evanescence song with the same title. The ending doesn't have names simply because I don't believe it matters who decided to call first or who was faster to re-dial.
IMPORTANT MESSAGE!
I'm leaving soon for a trip to Italy and I'll be gone from the 19th to the 28th. I don't know if I'm going to have wifi there, so to make sure you'll have all your drabbles, I'm going to publish two drabbles per day until Thursday, on which you'll get a bonus two before I leave to catch my flight.