sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) this is stupid. whats it gonna fix blaine???? like are you suddenly gonna be like okay bye kurt? cause thats not you and we both know it
( mssg » blaine | sent )  lol dont worry blaine im gonna be okay. im always okay
( mssg » blaine | sent ) talk to you later in glee club maybe maybe not, duh
( mssg » blaine | sent ) because i needed SOMEONE to talk to that wasn’t you. tina would just tell you and try and play doctor phil and santana would get back to you AND kurt. obviously cant talk to kurt cause lololol who else am i gonna talk to when everyone else would just loop back to him or you?? like yeah quinn was a crappy gf somtimes but she listened to me and tried to hellp after i went to her so. it is what it is
( mssg » blaine | sent ) i’m at the park but i really dont wanna c u right now. i said what i had to say 

( mssg » sam | sent ) It’s not me to ignore that I’m hurting you either and we both know that, too.  I don’t know what to do.  I don’t want to keep doing this to you.
( mssg » sam | sent ) No.  You always say you’re okay.  Even when you’re not.  That’s not being okay.  That’s making everyone think you’re okay because you don’t want to worry them.  Trust me.  I know how that goes.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Oh.  Right.  How did I not get that?
( mssg » sam | sent ) I understand.  You’re right.  You deserve a friend you can trust.  I only wish you would have come to me instead.  Having you hurt this much isn’t something I’d ever want.  You know I’m not a cruel person.  I might not be able to wave a magic wand and find a solution for everything..but..

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you try to understand that I still lo–care about you so much, Sam.”  Blaine’s voice picked up where his messages left off, quiet steps coming to a stop beside the picnic table Sam was sitting on top of.  He knew where he’d be.  It was where they’d disappeared off to several times before and they were nothing if not creatures of habit when it came to safe places and sentimental stuff.  Thus the whole rubber band effect they kept having on each other.  They’d try to get away, they’d stretch fate and distance until they couldn’t stretch it anymore then crash back together in a tangled mess.  Seems like lately that mess was a daily occurrence Blaine had no idea how to end.  

Unless.. 

Hands in his pockets, Blaine turned his gaze towards the sky overhead.  A blanket of stars and clouds painted across the inky blue black might’ve been the perfect thing to watch together if their situation was different. God.  That idea brought back memories.  Though no smile came with them like it normally did.  Instead, Blaine’s face seemed lost when he glanced over at Sam.  Holding his breath and debating on whether or not he should put what he was about to say out into the universe because that made them real, tangible things that he’d either do or not but would have to answer for either way.  Silent thoughts were one thing.  Making them solid by putting your voice behind them?  Made them impossible to take back.

One last dart of hazel across blue, his choice was made as he sat on the bench right next to Sam’s foot.

“…I think it would be better if I went back to Dalton.”