Sitting on the bed he had been sharing with Kurt for the last few weeks, Blaine gave the room a last glance. Today, he was heading back to Lima. Sure, he had extended his stay by a week, to much frowning from his mother, but Blaine had half hoped he would have heard from AMDA by now.
No luck, however. They said you will know in 2-4 weeks, he reminded himself. They were nearing the two week mark. His friends were completely supportive, but now was when he started to doubt himself. Should he have picked a different song? Should he have had a bow tie? Should he have practiced more? They swirled inside his head, often ruining his moods, which he was sure everyone noticed.
But today he was leaving everything behind. His boyfriend, his friends, and taking only his worries. Sighing, Blaine stood and checked to make sure he had everything he needed. Kurt had to work today, but they said their goodbyes last night. Blaine was sick of the weeks that Kurt and him would be separated, but his senior year was wrapping up to a close. Hopefully, he would be spending his summers here and not in drab Lima, hearing his father wonder aloud what he did to deserve a gay son.
Pulling out the handle of his suitcase and shouldering his duffel, Blaine walked through the empty house, smiling at certain memories and frowning at others. Over all, it had been a great three weeks, but he knew he would have to go home eventually. Patting his pocket to see if his honorary house key was still in there, he opened the front door, took a last look, then closed it firmly behind him.
The cabbie loaded his bags into the trunk. “JFK, please,” Blaine told him, quietly, then leaned his head against the glass, looking up at Kurt’s window. He smiled softly as the cab wove into traffic; taking Blaine back to Hell.
“Okay, then stop being a dick and lets talking about it then” she spatted. She knew that was out of line, she took a deep breath to start over ” look,I’m not trying to be a bitch, the vocal session that we had today, has pretty much drained me” she said honestly. ” I just needed to have some fun. and honestly I didn’t think I would be bringing a bunch of people back to the house”.
Sighing, Blaine bit his lip. “I get that, Santana. I do, but it was just…I don’t know. Surprise is not the right word.” Shrugging, he let his thought drop. “We were just…hit in the face with it and, you know, we were sleeping, so being woken up rather suddenly doesn’t leave anyone in a good mood.”
Santana sighed at Blaine’s dramatics, she really didn’t have time for it. “Look, Anderson, don’t act stupid, I know you and lady Hummel is still pissed about the little party that I had” she said crossing her arms.
“Yeah, we are!” Blaine didn’t mean to snap. In fact, he meant to show no emotion what-so-ever. However, Santana always could bring out the worst in him. Taking a cleansing breath, he forced a smile. “But whatever. We will get over it.”
Santana saw Blaine coming up the stairs completely ignoring her. She was having a pretty bad day, after the intense vocal session that she and Mercedes had, the last thing she wanted was talk to anyone. But She knew that Blaine was still pissed at her about her little stunt Friday night. Taking a deep breath, “Blaine, can we talk. please” she asked softly.
Bracing himself, he turned and raised his eyebrow dramatically. “Oh? About what?” Hoping that pretending to be ignorant about the problem would mean he didn’t have to talk about it right now, Blaine took another sip from his cup, waiting.
Blaine grabbed his third cup of coffee for the day and was heading back upstairs when he saw Santana. Biting his tongue, he completely ignored her as he made his way down the hall.
Uhh no? I am just saying it is a possibility, Kurt.
Santana sighed When Blaine told her that she needs to have a sit down with Brittany “No! I can’t Blaine. because if I do. I’m not going to be able to look at her without crying and I refuse to do that. I refuse to be weak in all of this.” she stated matter factly “She isn’t going to talk to me Blaine. Her mom is probably in her ear about how she did a good thing letting me go” she said getting pissed off. She got up to star out of the window “You know every time I close my eyes I see Brittany. It’s like she won’t go away. She is always in my thoughts and in my dreams and its like no matter how hard I try. I’m never going to get over her” she turn to look at Blaine “I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do. But I think I need to make it right with Sam My best friend is highly pissed off at me. and I feel cold knowing Mercedes can’t stand me right now. I mean She walks past me in the hallway and doesn’t say a word to me. I even manage to piss off Tina, on her birthday!”
“Who said crying meant you were weak?” Shaking his head, he got off the bed. “Sometimes, it just means that you are strong enough to let someone in. But, it is your life, chica, and if you don’t want to talk to Brit, then don’t. Just don’t be surprised if nothing is ever fixed. You’ll hate yourself if you never do anything about it.” Blaine frowned at the coffee spill on the floor. “I’ll clean that up, but in the mean time? I suggest talking to Mercedes and Tina, at least. Better patch them up before feelings of hate fester.”
Mm, she didn’t like that I had to leave Mercedes behind. She says its my fault and now Mercedes has to be the one to pay for it…
Granted, none of us are happy you left, Sam, but we know that it was something you had to do.
Blaine. We all know your dad is completely wrong about you. You’re one of the most talented people I know. Don’t give up on your dreams.
I don’t want to, Kurt, but sometimes, I have to do what is best. Maybe it is a sign that what is best is not singing and dancing.