IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.
I'm. So. Angry. God. I wish I had a punching bag like Blaine has.
The Worst Part Before It Gets Better
Blaine's glove hit the bag with force that could knock down a man twice his size. He didn't stop to still the bag or breathe- just punched again. And again. And again. His posture was tense; his legs were planted on the ground, slightly bent at the knees, his shoulders tight and his torso leaning forward a little.
With a groan, he roundhouse-kicked the bag. It destroyed his balance- he fell back on his ass, and that alone was enough to make him explode. He screamed in frustration, got up before the bag could swing back and hit him and kicked again.
He didn't fall this time, just swayed for a second until he fixed his posture and threw another punch. It twisted his wrist a little, and pain surged through his arm. Ignoring it, he punched one, two, three times in a row with his other hand.
He didn't hear his name being called over the sound of his groans and incomprehensible mutters, not even when the voice calling him became more and more frantic, until eventually there was a shout.
"Blaine!"
He turned around, and this time the bag got him- its bottom met Blaine's legs, and they involuntarily folded, making him fall onto his knees.
Kurt rushed to him, helping him up and wrapping him in a warm embrace. For a second, Blaine had to fight the smoldering urge to shake Kurt off him, but a hand smoothing his hair stopped him.
"What's wrong, baby?" Kurt whispered.
"I hate him, you know? I really, really hate him."
"It's going to be okay."
Blaine wanted to be angry, he really did- but something in Kurt just dissolves his fury, leaving him empty.
"I really wish it will," he mumbled, and leaned his head against Kurt's chest, letting himself sink into the embrace.
Okay, okay, I'm feeling better now. And I read your reviews and I just wanted to remind ya'll how much I love you. Yes, even you, that never comments because you're shy or just because you don't wanna- I know you're here, and it warms my heart. Thank you. :*