Finally, part V of the mobster!Blaine series! I really need to name it, don't I?
Well. Any suggestions?
Oh, and-
Kurt's text message,
Kurt's thoughts.
I felt like I needed to be clear about that. :)
Leave Me
It has been over twenty-four hours since Kurt last saw Blaine. He decided it wasn't too early to text him.
Hi, Blaine.
Should he start a conversation?
No, not without apologizing properly first.
Listen… I'm really sorry about yesterday. I just wanted to thank you. I didn't mean to go that far. I never wanted to harass you.
He pressed 'send' and placed the phone on the nightstand, snuggling into his blanket- into his thoughts.
What was going on here? Why did he even care if Blaine didn't talk to him for a day? It's not like they knew each other.
Of course, that little, too-rational part of his mind nagged him with the answer.
I do not like him, he promised himself, frowning, gripping a handful of blanket.
He waited for a Blaine's reply, which never came, blurry thoughts running through his mind too fast to focus on; then, his phone buzzed and he jumped, a groan of frustration leaving his mouth when it was only Rachel asking if she needed to buy milk.
He told her to buy the two-percent-fat kind, and left the phone on the edge of his pillow, still waiting.
Oh, you so do.
Oh Kurt, don't you know that even when you're waiting for your crush to text back, you don't leave your phone next to your head? Come on now, radiation.