From: KurtHummel
To: AndeBl4
Time: 10:46 pm EST
Date: 04 Feb 2015
Blaine,
Why won't you just talk to me on the phone? We don't have to argue. I miss you.
Kurt
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 11:27 pm EST
Date: 04 Feb 2015
I'm sorry. Every time we talk on the phone it turns into an argument. I have so many presentations to work on. I can't keep getting upset like this every single time we talk. I can't.
From: KurtHummel
To: AndeBl4
Time: 11:35 pm EST
Date: 04 Feb 2015
I don't know how much longer I can take this, Blaine. I don't know what hurts more—the fact that we still haven't fixed it or the fact that now you don't seem to even want to try to fix it. I didn't ask for this. I know I hurt your feelings. I should have just taken you home the first time you asked. I should have believed what you said. I should have done a lot of things differently but I didn't. I didn't and I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry. But if we keep running away from problems, then we can't fix them. I want to fix this. I want to fix us.
I love you so much. I'm sorry you feel like I was being selfish. I didn't mean to be. I didn't want to place you into an uncomfortable situation. I just wanted our last night together to be good. I wasn't meaning to write off your feelings. It escalated really fast and I reacted poorly.
I don't know what else to say besides I'm sorry.
But I really am.
I am sorry.
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 12:07 am EST
Date: 05 Feb 2015
Then I guess there isn't anything else to say.
***LTC***
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 4:08 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
I'm having a bad day. I want to call you or text you and I start to but then I put down my phone because we're in this stupid mess. And it really pisses me off, Kurt. I am really pissed off and I don't feel any better about it than I did yesterday or the day before or the day before that.
I just don't get it.
I feel like I put you first all of the time, but you completely disregarded me in almost everything that happened that night.
You didn't "mean to." Okay. But you still did and that hurts.
It hurts that I feel like this right now.
And why would you tell him about my family? That's what gets me the most, Kurt. Do you think that I enjoy the fact that I had to live with your family because of my—what did Derek call them? Oh, right.— Daddy Issues? No. No, Kurt. I didn't. I don't like having to rely on people. And the attack? Okay, why would you ever even bring that up anyway? None of this makes any sense. I don't think you're cheating on me with him. He's probably too dumb to even know where to stick it with all the hair dye he uses. But it doesn't make sense that you would be his friend after what he did to you. After what he did to you and the thing he said to me and about me. Apparently I'm not an idiot. I know you're still making friendly with him at the internship.
I also know that you, he, and Alec went out for drinks.
Hope that went really well for you.
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 7:36 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
Please ignore that first email.
I had a drink or two.
Hope your day went well.
From: KurtHummel
To: AndeBl4
Time: 9:13 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
Blaine,
I would have answered sooner but I had my night class. I just saw them.
Please call me.
We don't have to talk about the other things. We'll just talk about your day.
Please call me, Blaine. I'm worried. You don't usually drink during the week.
I love you.
Kurt.
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 9:36 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
I don't even know where my phone is right now and I don't feel like moving to find it.
Things just suck.
I'm not good enough for this.
I don't know who I thought I was kidding when I came here.
From: KurtHummel
To: AndeBl4
Time: 9:38 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
Will you get on Skype?
I'm really worried.
I love you.
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 9:39 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
I think I'm just going to go to bed.
I love you too, Kurt.
From: KurtHummel
To: AndeBl4
Time: 9:59 pm EST
Date: 10 Feb 2015
Blaine,
You are beautiful, okay? You are beautiful and you are special and you matter so much to me and so many other people. When you say stuff like "I don't know who I thought I was kidding when I came here." It breaks my heart because that means you don't believe you can do it. I know you can do it. I don't know if it's directly school related. If you did badly on an assignment or presentation, it's okay. There will be a lot more. You're top in your class. Your professors know what kind of work you're capable of. People make mistakes. Even people like you. Don't dwell on it, okay? You'll do so much better next time. Do you know how I know that? Because I know you. You were born to go to Harvard. I can feel it. You are where you need to be. You're going to graduate, become a lawyer, achieve your dream, and help so many people. Because to you it's more about helping people than it is about meeting a goal. Because you are that kind of person.
If it's about what is going on with us, we'll be okay. It's really hard right now. We miss each other like crazy. It's harder to sleep because for four years we slept curled together and now it's like part of us is missing. We're frustrated in more ways than one. (Yes, Blaine. I meant sexually. I know. I took it there.) School is getting harder so that's an outside stress that is affecting us too. We're fighting right now and we live so far away. It makes it harder to make up and get over these things. Not that I'm saying you need to get over it. I'm just saying that if we were closer it would be easier, but this is where we're at. We're far apart and in a serious committed relationship. We committed ourselves really young and we're still growing. We're still trying to figure stuff out. And if you aren't, then I still am at least. Sometimes I have no idea which way is left and which way is right when it comes to us. But I know that in the end, we'll always be okay. Because we're KurtandBlaine not Kurt and Blaine. We've always been there for each other and we will always be there for each other. If there is one thing that makes me feel better, it's the fact that I know soon this will all be behind us and we'll find something else to fight about. And then we'll repeat the process all over again. We're going to have fights until we're too old to make out each other's witty comebacks. Actually, we'll probably still fight then too. We just won't know what we're arguing about. No matter how much we fight, though, I'm always going to be yours. You do know that, right? Unless you want out, then I will always be yours and I will always be there for you. I love you so much, Blaine.
I'm so sorry you had a bad day, babe. I'm even sorrier that I can't be there to lay with you and cuddle you until you feel better or fall asleep. Fighting or not, you can always call me. I hope you know that. I am always going to be here for you to talk to or to cry to or vent to. If you haven't fallen asleep yet, call me. We'll talk about whatever has you upset. We won't bring up what happened here in Ohio. We won't even mention it. I want to be there for you. I want to make you feel better, Blaine.
If you're awake, please call me.
And if you're already asleep, I hope you wake up and whatever is bothering you now doesn't feel so bad in the morning. You can still call me when you get this. I miss your voice.
It's going to be okay, Blaine.
I promise.
I love you,
Kurt
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 3:47 am EST
Date: 11 Feb 2015
I miss you a lot.
***LTC***
From: AndeBl4
To: KurtHummel
Time: 11:29 am EST
Date: 16 Feb 2015
Another argument! Big shocker, right? It only happens every single time we physically talk to each other, so I don't know why I thought this time would be different.
I find it really hilarious that you want to fix "this" so we can fix "us" but there seems to be a whole lot of pointing the blame at me when quite frankly, I don't think I'm the one that did anything wrong.
I cannot believe you think I have an anger problem. I have an anger problem? Really?
Okay then.
It really upsets me when you say I have an anger problem. Do you want to know why, Kurt? My father had an anger problem. He would get pissed off, knock me around, scream in my face, grab my arm, push me against walls or down in chairs. He would do it to Alex too when I was younger. I can't remember much, but I remember them getting into arguments when I was little. When he would argue with my mom he would never get physical, but he would always scream at her too.
That is an anger problem.
I'm not saying that it should excuse the fact that I hold anger in and then just get mad.
But you should try to understand what I went through.
What I'm doing is a hell of a lot better than what I was raised in.
I would never push you against a wall like he did to me.
Or get in your face and tell you that you're a liar, worthless, useless, that you should have been aborted or drowned.
And then to have anger management issues thrown in my face because I hold stuff in?
I'm sorry I don't handle my anger the way you do. By blaming other people to make yourself feel better.
This is why I don't want to talk to you on the phone. Because it always ends just like it did thirty minutes ago. With me in my room upset, wanting to cry or crying, and wondering how long it's going to be before I snap and make a rash decision that hurts both of us. I don't want to do that.
What do you want? For me to sign up for anger management classes? Would that make you happier?
Maybe I can sign up for therapy for my blatant sex addiction.
While I'm at it, I'll go back to a conversion camp. That was a whole lot of fun.
Almost as fun as you accusing me of having an anger problem.
I hope you have a delightful day, Kurt. Downright splendid freaking day.
…
"Blaine, why are you trying to suffocate yourself with five pillows?"
"Wskfing?"
"What?" Wes asked, tilting his head.
Blaine raised his head off of his gigantic pillows and repeated rather snappily, "Wes, why isn't it working?"
"Kurt?"
Blaine scowled. "Shut up."
"Well that last phone call didn't go well judging by how you raised your voice. And you were typing might furiously."
Blaine gave a sarcastic smile. "Really? Did you pick up on that all on your own?"
"Don't you think you might be giving Kurt a hard time?" Wes leaned in Blaine's doorway and watched him.
"No, no, no, no, no." Blaine scoffed, standing up. "Don't you even start."
"It's been a really long time."
"He badgers me!" Blaine exclaimed. "I don't want to talk about it but he nags and nags. I just want to be left alone but he's constantly texting or calling wanting to work it out or talk it through. I am pissed off. I'm pissed off and instead of giving me time to… to do whatever… he just keeps annoying me! And I'm the one he acts like is a bratty child? Puh!"
"He wants to work it out." Wes said reasonably.
"I'm well aware he wants to work it out."
"And you don't?"
"It's not like I want to break up or anything. I just want some time to cool off. I just want him to leave me alone." Blaine vented. "Is it too much to ask to have some time to myself? I don't think so!"
"Why?" Wes asked.
"Why? What do you mean, why?" Blaine stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.
"I want to hear you say exactly why you're upset with him."
"Firstly because he talked to me like I was his child or something. Like I needed to calm my temper because I was embarrassing him. You want to talk about embarrassing? Sometimes he snaps his fingers when the freaking cheesecake takes too long! That is embarrassing!" Blaine scoffed. "I am upset, I'm asking to leave, and he just writes off my feelings completely. Like I'm not competent enough to know that I am upset, some asshole has done me wrong, and that I can't want to go home. I'm just making a big scene out of 'nothing.' I'm making it worse than it is. I'm ruining our night. Oh my God, Wes, I'm a spoiled little brat!"
Wes bit back the urge to smile or laugh. He knew it wasn't funny, but there was just something amusing about Blaine when he worked himself up like this.
"I asked to go home from the very beginning. Was I nice to this jerk? No, Wes. I wasn't. Sorry that I wasn't going to be nice to someone who talked trash about me to my boyfriend and tried to fondle him—I know what was going through his mind when he put his hand on Kurt's leg. That guy knew he was imposing when he sat down at our table, Wes, and I immediately texted Kurt and told him that I wanted to leave. At least I had the courtesy to not say it out loud because I can promise you that I really wanted to and now I wish I had! Why do I care what the fuck some asshole thinks about me? I don't. Sorry! But Kurt—He's like 'Oh, okay. We'll leave soon.' Right. Then I go to the bathroom, he gives me some bullshit about blah blah don't make trouble blah blah my name at my internship blah blah. Then Alec comes in, I go out there, and that guy brings up—brings up you know." Blaine continued, fuming. "So then I'm causing the problem, right? Because Kurt leaves the bathroom and the asshole tells him we went outside because we're the big mean boys who hurt his feelings or something. I don't know what. And Kurt says I'm ruining our last night. I'm ruining our last night? I am? Okay."
Wes made himself comfortable on Blaine's floor, watching him carefully.
"And the fact that Kurt told that guy that I had to move in with them, that I have 'daddy issues'…" Blaine shook his head, no longer looking angry. Now he just looked sad. "I trusted him with that information, okay? I never thought that he would tell other people—people I don't even know—about that kind of stuff. If I knew he would have told, I never would have told him."
"What if he didn't?" Wes asked very calmly.
"Then how would the guy have known?"
"I don't think that Kurt would talk about that kind of stuff with people he doesn't know." Wes shrugged. "He knows that David and I know stuff, right? Well he's never once talked to us about it and he knows we know. Why not talk to someone who knows if he wants to talk about it?"
"I have trust issues. I know I do, alright? I am very well aware of the fact that I have trust issues. It's a big thing that isn't going away anytime soon. It set off this whole argument but it just… it runs deeper than that, Wes. It boils down to the fact that Kurt made this asshole priority over me. It boils down to the fact that it didn't matter what I wanted that night. Only what Kurt wanted. And Kurt got what he wanted. We didn't leave. And this is where we are."
"He clearly feels horrible or he wouldn't 'badger' you about it every day." Wes sighed, watching him carefully.
"Yeah. Kurt always feels horrible about stuff after the fact. Maybe if he took me into consideration more, this wouldn't be such an issue. I almost always put him first—even over me more times than I'll admit." Blaine looked down. "It kind of hurts that he doesn't do the same for me."
Wes stood and went to sit by Blaine on the bed, draping an arm around him and then ruffling his hair. "Did you tell him all of this?"
"No. He doesn't even care." Blaine closed his eyes.
"If he didn't care, he wouldn't be calling and texting. You two wouldn't be emailing. He's trying to make this better… He's just not going about it the right way." Wes tried to reason with Blaine. In his opinion, at least, Blaine was going off base. There was no way that Kurt didn't care about him.
Blaine took several deep, calming breaths. "Or maybe he just doesn't care for me as much as I care for him."
"That's not true. It can't be."
"David thinks it might be." Blaine opened his eyes.
Wes looked at him, not blinking. Of course David would have gone and made his opinion on the situation known. The only problem there was David tended to not see anything past Blaine and crying because he was still worried that something would happen and Blaine would become depressed again, start acting out. While Wes understood worrying, he didn't think it was very good of him to add to Blaine's fuel.
"What if I've always cared about him more?" Blaine shrugged Wes' arm off of him and stood. "What if he doesn't really love me?"
"Blaine, you're taking it way too far. David is a bad person to talk to Kurt about. He's pissed. All he can see is that this is the second time you've showed up at his house in tears because of Kurt. You know how protective he is." Wes stood too. "I mean, I'm protective too. But David… David gets mad. Kurt loves you."
"Yeah maybe he loves me but what if he doesn't love me as much as I love him?" Blaine looked up at him.
"I think you're over thinking this." Wes said very calmly. "Kurt loves you. Kurt cares about you a lot."
"Do you think that he loves me and cares for me as much as I care for him?" Blaine stared at him, looking like a lost little kid.
"I'm sure that he does, Blaine." Wes frowned.
"But sometimes it's not like that in relationships. Sometimes one person loves someone more. What if I love him more?" Blaine pushed, becoming increasingly more upset as he talked. Why was he saying this stuff out loud? It made him more of a real possibility than when it was trapped inside. "What if he feels like he has to stay because he doesn't want to hurt my feelings, and he's really unhappy, and he—."
Wes moved forward, putting his hands on Blaine's shoulders and getting on his eye level. "Listen to me."
Blaine nodded, not blinking.
"You're hurt and upset. Kurt cares for you and loves you just as much as you care for and love him." Wes said gently. "Thinking things like that is only going to upset you even more. I'm going to talk to Kurt, okay?"
"No!"
"Yes. I'm going to tell him that you need a few days to yourself. That you need some time to think things through and cool off. That way he'll quit calling and texting. Take those days and try to not think about fights or worrying about silly things like him not loving you… because he does."
"You think I'm being silly? You really think he loves me as much as I love him?" Blaine asked hopefully.
"I really do." Wes nodded, letting go of his shoulders. "I think you just need some time to yourself. It will all work out, but you're just at your wit's end right now. You need a little break from the fight. It's been so long that your mind is starting to play tricks on you."
"Okay." Blaine let out a deep breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Thanks, Wes."
"But when you talk to him… I want you to tell him everything you told me." Wes said. "Alright?"
Blaine nodded, letting his head fall back against the wall he was standing by.
"I'm going to go and call him now." Wes reached forward, squeezed Blaine's shoulder, and then left the room without another word.
Blank sank down the wall, sitting on the floor and burying his face in his hands.
At what point did it become too much to handle?
…
"Is Blaine okay?" Kurt asked without a little while later that same day, answering Wes' phone call on the first ring.
"I'm doing great, Kurtsie. How are you?" Wes chirped.
Kurt let out a relieved sigh, turning his car headlights off. He had made it back to Lima and was in the driveway but had yet to make it out of the car and into the house. Now that he was on the phone with Wes, he really didn't want to go inside and risk his dad asking nonstop questions.
"I've been better." Kurt admitted, turning the heat up a notch and leaning back against his seat. He had a feeling he was going to be here for a while. That tended to be the case when Wes called him. "How are you?"
"I'm alright. Do you have a bit to talk?" Wes asked.
Well this isn't intimidating at all.
"Yeah. Is it about Blaine?"
"Yes. It is." Wes sighed a bit. "Look, I'm on your side here. Well, I'm on Blaine's too. But I mean to say that I want this fight to go away. I think you two are meant to be. I wouldn't want to see Blaine with anyone else because I think you two are really good for each other."
Kurt swallowed, suddenly resisting the urge to cry. Wes wasn't mad at him, at least. That, to Kurt, was the equivalent of Blaine's family wanting them to be together.
"He's really upset, Kurt. I know you're trying to help resolve the situation but he's just getting more agitated." Wes said, voice much calmer and gentle than Kurt was used to hearing. Kurt imagined this is probably how he talked to Blaine when Blaine was upset. It was completely different that Wes' typical demeanor. It was… weirdly reassuring.
"I don't know what to do apart from apologize."
"You know how Blaine is when he's upset. He needs some time to himself and he'll settle down. But every time that he has a chance to not think about it, there's a call or a text or an email."
Kurt bit his lip hard.
"I think if you give Blaine a few days, he'll be able to calm down and think things through in a more reasonable way. Right now it's like he's hell bent on being difficult and angry. He just needs some time to himself."
Kurt took a deep breath. "Does he hate me?"
"Of course not. He's just… he's really upset. I've seen him angrier, though. It'll pass." Wes reassured him.
"Alright… Thanks, Wes. Can you make sure he's taking care of himself for me? You know how he can be when he's upset."
"Already covered, Kurtsie." Wes laughed a bit. "Take it easy. Let him come to you. He loves you. Once he cools down, it'll be over pretty quickly. Just give him some time to get there."
"Yeah. I better work on homework, but I'll talk to you later."
"See ya, Kurt." Wes said before hanging up. He hadn't been off of the phone for ten minutes before his phone rang, only this time it was David. "'Sup, Daviel?"
"I'm in-between classes and bored. What about you?"
"Just got off of the phone with Blainers' lover boy. For having been with Blaine so long, you think he'd know when to just let Blaine cool off for a few days." Wes responded, laughing a bit. "These two are going to put me into an early deathbed. Don't you agree?"
"I think it will take more than a few days for Blaine to cool off after all of the crap Kurt did." David said, his tone serious.
"Oh, come on. It's been long enough. You know it all comes down to Blaine thinking Kurt told that jerk about his parents. You don't really think Kurt actually did that, do you?"
"I don't know what I think. But what I do know is that this is the second time—."
"Blaine has come to your house crying. I know." Wes interrupted. "But they're gay. They both get emotional. It's what gay guys do, right?"
"No." David said. "It's not like at Dalton. Blaine doesn't cry all of the time anymore. Blaine cries when he's really upset. I don't appreciate the fact that Kurt keeps making him really upset."
"You're serious?" Wes asked. He knew David wasn't pleased, but this sounded… stronger than displeased.
"I don't think you ever got the full story." David said irritably. "Are you aware that Kurt said that Blaine runs to us for everything and that maybe he should just date one of us?"
Wes didn't answer. Yeah, that was a little frustrating… but people said stuff when they were upset. Wes had run his mouth enough to know that.
"My question to you is this. When something goes wrong, where else can Blaine go but to me or you?" David asked slowly. "And why is it any of Kurt's business if Blaine feels like he needs to go to us? We are his best friends. It sounds to me like—."
"Like maybe someone should talk to Kurt." Wes interrupted. "And not to—."
"No. Maybe someone should talk to Blaine and knock some sense into him. He deserves better than someone who doesn't try to keep him from going to the closest thing to family that he has. Because Kurt sure wasn't acting like 'family' when this shit went down." David interrupted Wes this time, sounding angry. "I know that I can be protective of Blaine, but you have got to admit that there have been several times that Kurt has wronged Blaine."
"I'm sure there are times that Blaine has wronged Kurt too, though. Like that whole Alec fiasco that got blown way out of proportion." Wes argued.
"Which Kurt ran away during. Thank you for helping back up my point. It's fine for Kurt to run away from a fight but when Blaine does it, it's suddenly a big issue."
"Blaine doesn't need to break up with Kurt. They need to make up and work through their problems. I know right this minute Blaine isn't happy, but overall… Look. I live with him. He's happy. With Kurt. He needs Kurt."
"Blaine doesn't need someone who doesn't treat him right. What Blaine needs is someone who appreciates him and someone who doesn't put him into situations where he's uncomfortable and—."
"You make it sound like Kurt doesn't even love him or something." Wes scoffed. "They have been together for years. Do you think Blaine would stay with someone who treated him like shit?"
"He probably thinks Kurt is good for him because being in an unhealthy relationship is better than living with parents who are so horrible to the point that you call your friend, telling him you think you're about to kill yourself."
"That is completely unrelated. You're just bringing it up to make an invalid point!" Wes said, becoming angry. "Don't talk about that"
"I'm just saying that anything looks good compared to what he had before."
"Don't talk about… that."
"Come off of it, Wes. It happened. It's all good and well to move past it, but it is something that is always in the back of my mind any time Blaine is struggling with school or Kurt."
"He's better." Wes snapped. "And just how long have you thought Kurt wasn't good for Blaine?"
"Just since this last argument. The more I hear, the more I don't like."
"So what? You're just getting Blaine to vent to you so you can feed it?" Wes asked angrily. Had David played a part in dragging this on so long?
"I'm just being a friend and letting him talk. I'm not telling him my opinion on anything. It isn't my place."
"Good. Keep your opinions to yourself. I'm going to call Kurt back again, tell him exactly what he's done wrong, and then I'm going to go and make Blaine do something healthy that doesn't involve venting or getting angry. Bye, David."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, I'm not mad at you. I just think you have no idea what is good for Blaine right now which is something I've never thought before." Wes sighed before hanging up and going to call Kurt. And people wanted to know why he didn't want a serious relationship?
It sure didn't seem like much fun from the outside, so why be inside?
***LTC***
"Momma, Momma, Momma!" Melody squealed. "Momma, the pick-ture! Momma, look! Look!"
Kurt closed the front door and hung his scarf on the hook next to it before setting his messenger bag on the floor. Kreacher pranced up, circling his feet and then putting his paws on Kurt's shins.
"Hey, you." Kurt kneeled down at scooped him up. "I see Melody isn't in bed yet."
Kreacher whined and licked Kurt's chin.
"Hey, hon." Carole smiled as Kurt came into the kitchen. "I already have a plate made for you. Burt won't be back until late. They have a bit of an emergency at the shop."
"Car blew up!" Melody giggled.
"The car didn't blow up." Carole shook her head. "Silly girl."
"OREO!" Melody dived under the table, reemerging with Blaine's cat. "Momma, I wanna talk to Blaine!"
"It's pretty late. We'll call him tomorrow." Carole promised. "Go and get into your pajamas, okay?"
"Don't wanna go to bed!"
"You don't have to go to bed yet. I just want you to put your pajamas on."
Kurt sat Kreacher down and took three steps towards Melody. "Go, Mellie, go!"
Melody shrieked and scurried from the room, giggling.
"Thank you." Carole laughed. "Nobody can get her to get ready for bed as easy as you, hon."
"Another one of my many gifts, I guess." Kurt forced a smile, shrugging his shoulders. "Carole, can we talk?"
"Of course we can. Is everything alright?" Carole asked, looking concerned. "Are things still not any better with Blaine?"
Kurt took a seat at the table and shook his head, looking down. "Wes told me to give him some space so I haven't talked to him in four days. Wes thought that might help…"
"So you two haven't been talking at all?" Carole frowned, taking a seat next to him. "He never even mentioned that."
"At least he talks to you. The most I even got before was email." Kurt mumbled, laying both hands flat on the table and staring at them. "Did Blaine tell you exactly what happened?"
"No. The most he ever says is if he's talked to you yet that day or not." Carole said honestly, watching Kurt sadly.
"I was stupid. Of course. I'm always the stupid one when it comes to this stuff." Kurt tucked one leg under him and bit his lip. "There is this guy that I intern with. His name is Derek. He's one of Alec's friends. The one you met at the mall?"
"You intern with Alec's boyfriend?"
"No. That's Eric. It's complicated. All of their names sound alike." Kurt laughed a bit. "But it is Alec and Derek that I usually get dinner with after work and stuff."
"Yeah?" Carole asked, listening intently.
"Only once Alec couldn't make it."
Carole nodded, realization seeming to literally fill her face. So she remembered the whole Alec fiasco. It wasn't too hard to put at least a few pieces of the puzzle together once remembering that. "Ah."
"Yeah. Ah. Derek tried to… make a move on me, I guess. He started talking bad about Blaine. He was saying how Blaine was stupid to go to Harvard. That he should have waited a year so we could have been closer."
Carole pursed her lips, not speaking. She of course wouldn't say what she thought of the situation, but Kurt was sure it was everything Kurt had thought when Derek had said the words to him.
Kurt took a deep breath. "And then he touched my leg."
Carole sat up straighter.
"I don't know why. I just got so mad. I kind of went off a bit. I told him about the attack and how Blaine had taken care of me and how he had done enough already and that he didn't need to put his life on hold for me. If he'd tried to postpone going a year and I knew, I never would have left him." Don't get angry, Kurt thought to himself. Don't get angry.
Carole nodded, listening intently.
"Then I left." Kurt continued, calming himself. "At first I didn't want to tell Blaine because I didn't want him to over react. Then I didn't want to tell him because I was afraid that he'd think the things Derek said was true. I truly want Blaine to be at Harvard and live his dream. I do."
"Of course you do." Carole nodded. "That's what everyone wants for him."
"There's more to it though… The last night Blaine was in Ohio and we went out with Alec and Eric… and Derek showed up."
"And by this point Blaine knew what had happened?" Carole questioned.
"Yes. And because of that, Blaine… was not nice at all." Kurt said slowly.
"Which is completely understandable." Carole said.
"Derek sat at the table uninvited. Then Eric, Alec's boyfriend, kept making these comments that were aimed at Derek. Blaine wasn't really talking, but he texted me and said that he wanted to leave… and I said that we'd leave soon but I didn't want to be rude." Kurt glanced up at her, finally not looking down.
"Why would it have been rude for you to leave?" Carole asked. It didn't sound as if she was judging him. It merely sounded like she was curious.
"I work with him." Kurt tried to explain lamely. It sounded stupid even as the words came out of his mouth. "I don't want to make anybody mad. I don't want anything negative associated with my name."
Carole watched him, now looking confused. "If he was your friend, it may have looked rude to excuse yourself and leave when he came. But if he's just your coworker at an internship, I don't think you should have worried about that."
Kurt nodded, not really knowing what to say to that.
"But he's just you're coworker technically, right? Or did you continue to get dinner with Alec and him after?"
"I… went out to dinner with him once. With Alec." Kurt admitted, looking back down. "I didn't want to."
"Can I ask you something?" Carole asked. "You can say no."
"Sure." Kurt sighed.
"If you know that this boy tried to pursue you, why on earth would you still go out to dinner with him after the fact?" Carole questioned. "Especially since it's pretty clear that this boy has something to do with whatever is going on with you and Blaine."
Kurt didn't answer. Honestly, what was there even to say?
"But you and Blaine stayed after this boy sat down uninvited?" Carole prompted, trying to get back on track with the original discussion.
"Yes. Blaine was being very quiet."
"I'm sure he felt very uncomfortable in that situation. I can't imagine any sane person who wouldn't react negatively if the person who had attempted to steal their boyfriend sat down at the table uninvited." Carole remarked, but still not unkindly.
"Long story short, Blaine and I went to the bathroom. I tried to ask him to be nice—which I now realize I shouldn't have done." Kurt said before they could get on that. He'd been down that road with Alec. "Then Alec came in and Blaine left. By the time we got out, Derek was alone at the table."
"Derek the coworker?"
"Yes. The coworker was inside and Eric was out with Blaine trying to calm him down."
Carole started at Kurt, now looking concerned. He absolutely adored that Carole had such a connection to Blaine. Blaine needed someone like her in his life.
"Apparently Derek made jabs at the fact that Blaine doesn't have familial support. He said it was horrible that Blaine lived with us because his parents kicked him out and that he should have just gone home, but he sensed daddy issues."
"Oh no." Carole gasped.
"I think that pushed him over the edge." Kurt frowned. "He kept trying to get me to leave. He was so upset that he was almost crying. But I didn't want to ruin our last night, so I kept trying to tell him to just talk about it and then we'd go see the movie. I didn't want him to be mad his last day here."
Carole nodded.
"Eventually he got so mad that he… left. He went to David's. He came early the next morning to get his stuff… David took him to the airport." Kurt swallowed hard, fighting tears.
"Did you two talk it through before David took him?"
"It was very… tense." Kurt sighed. "He said that I'd put him in an uncomfortable position, that he felt as though I had put Derek ahead of him, that I was being selfish in wanting to stay, that it was wrong to not believe him when he said Derek had said those things to him… but I just automatically assumed he built that up in his head too. He just gets so angry, Carole. He goes from zero to one hundred in a second. That or he lets stuff build until it just explodes and it…" he sighed again and trailed off, lamely shrugging his shoulders. "I should have gotten him out of there but I didn't and now it's blown up into something so big that I don't even know where he stands in our relationship."
"Do you think that there is a reason he holds stuff in or gets so angry?" she asked gently.
"I think he has a lot of trouble trusting people." Kurt took a deep breath in and then let it out slowly. "I never told Derek anything about—."
"Let's do one thing at a time, okay?" Carole said, putting her hand over his. "We've got time."
"He doesn't trust me." Kurt said, tears filling his eyes. He was so sick of crying. It felt like all he did was mope or cry lately.
"I'm sure that isn't true." Carole scooted her chair closer to his, putting her hand on his back. "You know him better than me, of course. But I think that he trusts you very much. Maybe too much for his liking."
Kurt sniffled. "What do you mean?"
"I don't think he's used to having people there for him. He was abused. He may not see it that way or want to admit it, but he was abused emotionally and physically on more than one occasion." Carole whispered. "It takes a lot for people who have been abused to open up. Hasn't he opened up a lot since you met him? I remember the first time I ever saw him, you never would have known. He was so charming and well-spoken and always had that bright smile on his face."
Kurt nodded.
"That means there was a lot hidden under there." Carole rubbed his back. "But look at how much he's opened up to you, Kurt. He's trusted you with a lot of stuff. I know Burt and I know the bare minimum about what happened but I bet you know all of it. If not all, then most. That says a lot, Kurt, given the fact that it's hard for him to open up regardless."
Kurt nodded, remembering when Blaine told him about his father stealing money and asking him to not tell Wes and David. Maybe Blaine really did trust him. Did that mean that the trust was broken now, because he was under the impression Kurt was giving away facts about Blaine's family life?
"Carole, I really didn't tell Derek anything about Blaine's family. All I said was that he took care of me after the attack. I know I didn't say anything about that." Kurt looked Carole right in the eye.
"Did you tell Blaine that?"
"Yes. Several times. He told me that he'd rather I fess up that it was a mistake than lie." Kurt bit his lip.
"Have you ever been drunk around him?" Carole questioned. "Did you maybe send a text to him on accident about it?"
"I don't talk about it with anyone." Kurt felt tears prickling his eyes again and he rapidly blinked. "I would never tell anyone about that."
"How would he have found out?" Carole asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
"I don't know." Kurt said miserably, throwing his hands in the air. "I have no idea but it wasn't from me. He knew Blaine was rich and everything. I don't understand."
"He could have been blindly guessing. Blaine just seems…" Carole trailed off. "I don't know. He carries himself that way. You can tell that he's had etiquette classes and things like that. He sits up very straight at tables; he's always well groomed, even the way he talks. He could have guessed Blaine was rich or well off financially. The father thing though… I just don't know how you could guess that."
"I don't know if it even matters how he figured it out… Either way, Blaine thinks I told him and doesn't believe me when I say I didn't. If it ends the fight, though, I'm about to just tell him I slipped up so he'll stop."
"But then you would be lying." Carole shook her head. "And avoiding the real problem."
"I just want things to go back to normal. Is that so wrong?" Kurt looked at her, looking impossibly sad.
"Well when there are problems to be addressed and they get pushed aside, it is wrong." Carole nodded. "Because when you don't be an adult and handle things the proper way, they don't get fixed. That's the difference in a healthy, mature relationships and an unhealthy, immature one…"
"He barely talks to me. The only time I would even get regular responses would be through email. I think it's hard for him to talk about his feelings… so writing is fine. But it's gotten to the point now where if we talk on the phone, we either argue the whole time or he doesn't really… talk."
"I think his friend Wes is right. I think he needs some time."
"In four days, it will have been one month." Kurt said shortly. "If he cannot get over in it a month, what does that say about our relationship?"
"It says that there are things that you need to work on..." Carole put her hand over his and squeezed it. "But if you try to pressure him into talking before he's ready, you're only going to push him farther away."
"Well I don't think he's going to want to talk to me any time soon." Kurt let out a hollow laugh.
"Momma, I'm thiiiiirsty!" Melody said, running up and standing between their chairs. "Want apple juice!"
Carole squeezed Kurt's hand and stood. "Alright, Mellie. But you have to pee before you go to bed. You can't pee in your bed, have Kurt change you, and take over his room again."
"Can so." Melody argued. "He loves me!"
"He loves you very much but I'm sure he likes his bed to himself too." Carole poured Melody a small glass of apple juice and brought it over to her.
"He shares it with the doggy." Melody pouted. "I doesn't like my bed, momma."
"I think your bed is precious." Kurt bent down in his seat, kissing the top of her head.
"You like pink." Melody giggled.
"I do." Kurt ruffled her hair.
Melody turned, going out of the room and happily sipping on her apple juice as Carole sat down next to Kurt once again. "Why do you not think he's going to want to talk to you?"
"The last time that we talked on the phone, we got into an argument. He got really upset and I… I told him that I think he has an anger problem."
Carole looked him in the eyes, her own eyes widening. "Do you really think he does?"
Kurt looked up at the ceiling. "Yes."
Carole frowned.
"He's never laid a hand on me. The worst thing that ever happened was when he called me an idiot back in my freshman year… but he gets so angry and just… doesn't get over it. I've tried so many times to ask what I can do, to get him to talk, to apologize, to make it right. I spent two whole weeks before he just started the email thing." Kurt said, not looking away from the ceiling. "But he just dwells on stuff and gets madder and madder. All the time. Not only over this Derek thing. He does it about everything that upsets him, Carole, and it isn't healthy."
"No, it's not." Carole agreed. "But it could have been avoided in this instance… if you had taken him home when he first asked."
"I know that." Kurt said, sitting up straight again. "And I feel horrible about it. Like I've told him a thousand times."
"What did he say when you accused him of having an anger problem?"
"That was over the phone… He hung up on me without a word and then he emailed me like half an hour later. He kept saying that his dad would push him and Alex i-into walls and yell at t-them and g-get physical a few t-times and say awful t-things. And that h-he'd say mean things to h-his mom. And Carole he was so y-young when Alex w-would have been there." Kurt wiped his eyes as tears began to fall. He hated thinking of a younger Blaine going through anything like that. He hated that he brought up those types of memories. He hated everything that had to do with Blaine's past. "An-And that means h-he was around it f-for…"
Carole rubbed his back as he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, trying to stop his tears.
"H-He said that he didn't have an anger problem. T-That his dad did."
"His dad clearly did." Carole agreed quietly, rubbing his back.
"I don't know what to do, Carole. Wes doesn't want me to talk to him. He wants him to come to me. B-But he's not coming to me." Kurt's shoulders began to shake. "I don't know how to f-fix this."
Carole didn't stop her hand's movement on her back. "Hon, I think Blaine's hurt that he felt like you were putting someone else over him… and he's upset because you didn't get him out of that situation. I think it's lasted so long because you two aren't with each other. It keeps getting postponed so his anger is building and your frustration is building. But it's an argument. You two have had several before. You'll get through it, sweetie. You two just need to talk it through. And if yelling is how he wants to express that anger, then let him. You may think he has an anger problem and maybe he does—that's his choice to make, not ours. But that boy is never going to hurt you. You two may argue but that's all it will ever be, sweetie."
"I don't think he would ever hit me. I just… I worry about him doing that to himself."
"Well that is a discussion for another day." Carole sighed, touching his face and wiping under his eyes with her thumb. "If you two love each other, it will all be okay. I know you love him and I know he loves you. It'll be okay, honey. People make mistakes."
"I d-didn't mean to make him feel this way." Kurt took a deep breath, trying to stop his tears. "I didn't want him to feel like he wasn't important."
"Why don't you show him?"
Kurt sniffled. "What do you mean?"
"Don't call him. Send him a gift. Something that isn't calling and apologizing… but something to make him smile. So he can know that even though you haven't talked in a few days… that you're still thinking about him." Carole leaned over, kissing the top of his head. "I'm sure you can figure out something to do, hon. It'll be okay."
Kurt stayed sitting as she stood and excused herself to get Melody ready for bed.
He was pretty sure he knew just what he would do to show Blaine he cared and missed him.
***LTC***
"You got something in the mail today." Wes called five days later when Blaine made it in from his classes.
"Thanks." Blaine went into the living room, yawning.
"I put it in your room." Wes said, not even looking up from three textbooks that he had in front of him.
"Gross." Blaine cringed, looking at all of the letters in numbers.
Wes held his hand to his head, miming a shooting gun, and then turned the page.
"Pizza tonight?"
"I got pizza hut earlier with one of the guys from class. Chinese?"
"I'm sick of Chinese."
"We'll figure something out. I'll probably be about two hours, though."
"Mmkay." Blaine slumped towards his bedroom, throwing himself on the bed. He then looked at his desk, seeing a box. It was from Kurt, the label in his loopy and elegant handwriting. He pushed himself up and dragged the box onto the bed with him, using his car key to get into the box. He was used to getting care packages from Carole, but he very rarely got actual packages from Kurt.
He pulled out packing paper and found a letter, a tin box, and a photo album.
Blaine pulled out the photo album, immediately beginning to flip through it. The most recent pictures were first—Kurt and Blaine asleep on the couch together after Christmas Eve dinner, them in front of the tree, them playing out in the snow with Finn and Melody. Thanksgiving pictures, pictures of Blaine's going away dinner, pictures from his UK graduation, pictures of Kurt and Blaine at Kurt's first mock fashion show the previous spring, all the way to the first picture of them together taken at a Warbler get together when they barely knew each other.
He bit his lip, fighting a smile. How had Kurt even found all of these pictures? They had thought the older ones were lost somewhere in Kurt's attic from their move.
He grabbed the tin, curiously opening it and nearly dropping it.
Potato candy.
Freaking potato candy in February.
"Fine. Fine." Blaine sighed, closing the tin without taking a piece and opening the letter. He didn't want to read it. But, okay. He really did. He was ready to move past this. He really was.
Blaine,
I know you're still upset with me and I know you need some time to just think things through without me saying I'm sorry. I guess I've spent too much time apologizing and not enough time letting you even think anything over or... well, much of anything. I'm sorry if you feel like I was badgering you. I really love you and the thought of you so far away and mad at me is scary because I want things to be good between us. And right now they aren't very good.
Instead of saying sorry again, I'm going to try to explain myself. If you aren't ready to hear this or if you still need some time, read it whenever. I don't want you to feel forced into listening to me talk. That's why I sent it in a letter. Read whenever you want and respond whenever you want… I just hope you do eventually.
I should have listened to you from the beginning. I never should have put you in the position of sitting with someone who not only tried to make moves on me, but also someone who talked about you the way that Derek did. If you look at it as though I see Derek as a friend, I'm in the wrong because I put a friend over you. If you look at it as though I was scared of looking rude and it getting out at my internship, that is still bad because that means I put an internship over you. At the time, it didn't seem that way to me. I see why you would see it as both of those things, though.
I am not Derek's friend. That time you mentioned that you saw on Facebook is the only time I have seen him outside of work since our fight. And I didn't even stay very long because I was incredibly uncomfortable being around him and I have been ever since Eric told me what he said to you. I don't want to talk to him period. I know that he took a blow at your biggest insecurity and that is not okay. I feel awful that I'm the one that even put you in the position for it to happen. As for looking bad at the internship… it's just an internship. While it can get me connections, nothing should be more important than you. I regret making you think that someone was…
I feel really bad about how I acted that night when you were upset. You probably felt like I was treating you like a spoiled little brat. I should have taken into consideration that you must have been really upset to have been acting like that, but for some reason I just didn't. I think I was so focused on wanting one last good night with you before you went back because I knew it would be a long time before I would get to see you again. I was so convinced that your behavior was ruining the night when I'd already ruined it when we didn't leave the second that Derek got there.
You have to know that I did not tell Derek anything about your family. I would never do that. I have never even told Rachel or Mercedes about your family and home life and they are my best friends. I have never told Alec anything either. I wouldn't go around talking about that stuff with anyone because it is your business. You trusted me to keep it to myself when you told me and that is what I always intend to do. The only thing that I ever told Derek was that you left UK for a year to take care of me after the attack. I never said you lived with me, you were kicked out because of it, or anything. I said you took care of me after the attack. End of story. I don't know where Derek found out or if he was just mouthing off. But he didn't hear it from me. And I haven't told anyone else. I would never do that to you and it breaks my heart that you thought I ever would and that you won't believe me when I try to tell you that I didn't do it. I always thought you trusted me… but now I'm not so sure.
I shouldn't have made the comment about you always running off to David or Wes when we fight or when something happens. You should have went and had some time to yourself. If I'd given you time to begin with, maybe you would have come back a few hours later that night and we could have talked things through and stopped this whole thing from happening. I've left more than once after a fight and it's hypocritical of me to act as though it's worse for you to do it than for me to do it.
A lot went wrong, Blaine. I take full responsibility for the entire thing because if we'd just left at the beginning, it never would have gotten so big. I thought it had been blown out of proportion but I realize that my reaction to everything brought to light a lot of problems that we might be having. I treated you like a child when I should have taken you home, held you, and tried to make you feel better. I made you think friends or work came before you when I can promise you that that most certainly is not the case. But then there is also trust. You didn't believe me when I tried to tell you I didn't tell Derek those things. It never should have been a question. Even for a minute. I want things to go back to normal but more than anything, I want to fix the problems we have so we can be better in the future.
I hope the photo album isn't too much. I found the pictures and looking at them made me happy. I don't want this right here to be us forever. I want to fill the last pages of the album with pictures of us later on, happy and together and in love.
I'm not going to say I'm sorry again. I've said it enough that you know I am. And I don't even expect you to say you're sorry because I understand why you did every single thing that you did.
I really want to hear your voice, Blaine. Please can we just talk this out and move forward? With each other?
Kurt
Blaine read the letter three times and took a deep breath before going out and into the kitchen. "You talked to Kurt… more than telling him to back off."
"I want you two to be okay." Wes looked up from his homework that he was doing at the table.
"It was mine and Kurt's business." Blaine said lamely, although he wasn't mad.
"Are you two going to be okay?"
"I'm about to call him." Blaine sat by him at the table and looked down. "He made me potato candy."
Wes rolled his eyes, smirking. "He knows you better than you think, Blaine."
"I don't think he told Derek about my parents…" Blaine whispered. "I don't know why I thought he would. I just didn't… think that way until I read it in his words… And that's what I've been the most angry about."
"Well, Blainers… It would appear as though you need to do some apologizing yourself." Wes said, clicking his pen lid repeatedly on and off of the pen. "And then you two can still go on that trip you planned two weeks from now and have really hot make up sex and run off and get married and pick up an orphan on the way back and name it Sherita."
"Uh… I guess I'll go and get on that then." Blaine walked towards the exit and then slowly turned around. "Is that a real name?"
"I don't know. God, you ask me questions like you think I'm smart or something." Wes scoffed loudly. "You're so offensive."
"I know. It's not like you're getting your masters at Harvard or anything. God." Blaine scoffed also and then giggled.
"Go call your boytoy. I want details when you hang up, young man!" Wes called, uncapping his pen and bending back down over his book.
Blaine pulled his phone out of his pocket and walked through the living room, ignoring his other roommate's nasty look. It wasn't the time to worry about the asshole. It was time to worry about fixing things with Kurt.
He pushed Kurt's name on the screen, frowning when it went to voice mail. Right. Kurt was in class. He snorted a bit when he heard Kurt's, 'I probably won't call you back, but you can leave a message if you want.'
"Hey, Kurt. I know you're in class, so I'm leaving this. I bet you'll listen to it since it's me. Well, I hope you will." Blaine began somewhat awkwardly, making his way into his room. "I got the package. Thank you… Thank you a lot. The photo album and candy… That was really sweet and your letter… Look, thanks for giving me time to think. When… when you get out of class… maybe you can call? I miss your voice too and… and I'd like to have more pictures to add to the last pages of the photo album even though technically the new pictures are on the first pages. We can rearrange it together.… I love you, Kurt… Thank you, again… Please call… Okay, I love you, bye."
Now he just had to wait for Kurt to call him back.
…
Blaine, who was reading for school and eating some potato candy a few hours later, looked up abruptly when his phone buzzed. He felt a jolt of anxiousness go through him—but maybe there was some excitement too—as he pictured it up and unlocked it
I'll call you in a few minutes.
Blaine sat up straight and stared at the text.
He would get to talk to Kurt in a few minutes. Their only communication for several days had been Kurt's lengthy letter and his voicemail, but soon that would be changing. He didn't even know what he would say to Kurt. Kurt had been pretty spot on in his letter about the things that had been bothering him. Apart from the fact that it was Kurt's way or no way. Which was something that he would try to address, because as long as they were talking… well, it would have been pointless to not be completely honest.
His phone started to ring, the beginning chords to Somewhere Only We Know (Yes, he was a sap. Sue him), and Blaine quickly accepted the call.
"Hey, babe." Kurt was the first to speak.
"Hey." Blaine's voice was quiet.
"How are—."
"What are—."
Kurt and Blaine both trailed off, Blaine biting his lip and looking down.
"How are you?" Kurt asked after a few seconds of silence.
"Better. A lot better since I opened your package…Thank you. It… It means a lot to me." Blaine pulled the photo album onto his lap, opening it and seeing an adorable picture of them kissing outside of Blaine's car one of the weekends before Kurt's attack when Blaine had visited. Things had been so different.
"I'm glad you liked it. I was afraid it would upset you or make you mad." Kurt admitted. "I just… wanted to let you know I was thinking about you. I always am."
Blaine felt himself smiling, turning the page in the photo album. "Thank you again. It… I love it."
"And here I thought you would be more excited for the potato candy."
Blaine scooted, leaning back against his pillows and taking a deep breath as slowly and quietly as possible. "What are you up to?"
"I just made it to my car. I'm about to be on my way home from school… If you want, I can talk until I make it to the daycare to pick Mellie up."
"Okay."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Sorry about Wes getting involved. I guess he felt obligated…" Blaine mumbled, taking a bite of some potato candy.
"I'm glad he did… Are you… feeling better…?" Kurt asked awkwardly. "Well, you're talking to me and we're not arguing. I guess you are…"
"I feel better but we… still need to talk." Blaine switched his phone to his other ear, turning another page in his album.
"About the fights?"
"Sort of. I just… I want to apologize for not believing you when you said that you didn't tell Derek about my family. I… If I had been thinking straight, I would have but I was really upset." Blaine sighed. "I really am sorry for that. If you say you didn't say anything, you didn't say anything."
"I'm sorry for saying you had an anger problem." Kurt whispered, starting his car and locking his doors. "I'm sorry for everything else I already apologized for still, but I haven't talked to you since that comment… and I really am sorry. It's something I shouldn't have brought up in an argument… and especially in the way I did, like everything was your fault. Most of it was my fault and I admit that. I admit that and I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry…"
Kurt let out a relieved sigh. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Kurt." Blaine said, feeling the knots in his stomach begin to slowly unravel.
"I've really missed you." Kurt said. "I'm sorry I 'badgered' you for three weeks."
"I've missed you too."
"Are you sure we shouldn't talk about it anymore?"
"I just want to forget it, Kurt." Blaine opened his mouth and then closed it again, swallowing. "We've both said everything more than once… There's no need to go through it all again."
"Okay." Kurt said after several seconds. "We'll leave the door open for discussion if we want to later, though."
"That works for me." Blaine moved into a laying position, looking to the side of his room where his fish tank was and watching his fish swim around.
"Did Melody call you yesterday?" Kurt questioned, trying to break the tension.
Blaine let out a laugh. "Yes."
"Oh God. What did she say?"
"She told me that she had too many toys to clean up so Carole needed to have two more kids so they could clean them." Blaine giggled.
"She's been saying the weirdest things. She told me that dad was a dinosaur eater the other day." Kurt shook his head.
"She's something else." Blaine said, still smiling.
"She is." Kurt laughed a bit. "She misses you. She always talks about wanting to call you."
"She should call more then."
"I miss you more than her, you know."
Blaine's smile grew. "You should call me more then."
"Only if you promise to keep hanging up on me and calling me an ass."
"You deserved it at least half of the times." Blaine laughed.
"I probably deserved it all of the time." Kurt sighed quietly. "Babe, I really am—."
"Let's forget about it, okay?" Blaine asked, attempting to sound cheerful.
"So we're okay?"
"Yeah. We're okay." Blaine set the photo album on his nightstand and then pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them. "Do you still want to meet halfway on our three day weekend next week?"
"Yes." Kurt said instantly, causing Blaine to smile again. "If you do, yes. A thousand times, yes."
"I… I do want to."
"It will be good for us." Kurt responded, sounding genuinely pleased.
"I hope so. It will be nice to get a full night's sleep with you. I miss sleeping with you more than anything…" Blaine admitted.
"I feel the same way." Kurt sighed. "But next year we'll be closer… and soon we'll live together again. Two and a half years isn't that long…"
"I really hope these past few weeks aren't an indication of what the next two and a half years will be like." Blaine said in a joking tone, but he was being completely serious.
"We'll get better at this. I promise." Kurt said instantly, not even pausing to think. "We have to."