kurt.
Kurt was leaning back against the opposite wall, offering a small smile when Blaine entered. His eyes scanned over the boy in front of him cautiously, taking in as many differences as he could. Blaine was tired. Dear lord that was obvious. Neither of them looked quite right. Kurt was healthier and in better shape than ever, and Blaine…
Guilt was still there. He was afraid it wouldn’t be as noticeable to him, but he felt it now. He heard the disbelief in Blaine’s voice, felt the sudden fear around him, and he looked like he didn’t sleep at all. Kurt did that. Maybe it was a bit conceded to think that immediately, but he knew it. He broke someone he loved.How ironic.
“Hi, Blaine.” He breathed, clearing his throat a moment later. For someone who died, his heart was pounding shockingly. Good to know he just needed the right situation. “I uhm… Finn told me you were here so I.. I got back a few days ago.”
Blaine was stuck in place as he stared at the love of his life who vanished without a trace. Then suddenly appeared leaning against a wall looking better than ever. No one told him Kurt returned? Not Finn? Not Burt? Why didn’t his phone ring the second anyone heard from him? They knew what losing Kurt did to him. How deep it ripped him apart. Days? He was here for days? “Days ago?” His heart shattered. Days ago and nothing but silence from anyone who could have told him the news that would make him stop suffocating? Angry, he should be angry. Later maybe. There were too many other emotions to feel that ran deeper. “Why didn’t you come to me,” he asked the question out loud when he only meant to think it, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
Opposite of the questions and hurt? There was so much of him that didn’t care. None of their lack of caring about what knowing Kurt was back would do for him mattered. Kurt was here and Blaine’s heart squeezed painfully with each second he wasted by talking and thinking of how wrong it was that he was the last to know. He was across the room in a blur. Tears –ache, happiness, relief, anger at being kept in the dark..all inside them– filled his eyes. Arms slung around Kurt’s shoulders because he couldn’t breathe until he touched him. “I missed you so much. Kurt? I was terrified I’d never see you again. Where have you been? What happened?” He broke. Unable to keep the questions back, he held on tighter than he ever held him before. “Are you okay?”
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