Jul. 1st, 2012

[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] justbeingaqueen
What: No goodbyes
Where: Fort Wayne International Airport, Ohio
When: Wednesday, 27th June

Blaine knew this wasn't really a goodbye because Kurt promised he would never say goodbye to him. Blaine was holding onto that notion for dear life, but by god was he a mess as he stood at the departure gate with Kurt when they heard the boarding call for the flight he was getting to New York with, of all people, Santana. Santana had already said her goodbyes to Brittany before they got to the gate, but Blaine refused to leave until Kurt was on the plane and he had watched it take off. Over by the boarding gate, Santana was rolling her eyes impatiently while Blaine stood there in a snotty, teary mess trying to fumble some Kleenex out of his pocket.

He was going to be seeing Kurt again in just a few weeks time, but had scored a summer job at Between the Sheets, so he had to stay for now. But Kurt... this was him packed up and ready to leave Lima for good. He and Santana were going to find an apartment in the city. He wouldn't live in Lima again. It was this though that had a loud sob escaping Blaine and another flood of tears spilled down his cheeks. "You will call me as soon as you get there, right? And we can Skype tonight, right? Make sure you tell me as soon as you get there safely, okay? I-I love you. I love you so much," he said tearfully, wiping at his eyes as he clutched Kurt's hand tightly.

That was when he just scooped Kurt into a crushing hug like he never wanted to let go, and murmured into his ear, "Please, please don't forget me."
[identity profile] rockstarwarbler.livejournal.com
Who: [livejournal.com profile] rockstarwarbler and [livejournal.com profile] tommyboyk
What: A face from the past
Where: Lima Bean, Lima
When: Monday morning after THIS

Blaine didn't know why he was torturing himself like this. It was his first trip to the Lima Bean since Kurt left for New York nearly a week ago, and it was the first time he had been here alone in a long, long time. He and Kurt always came together, and they had been coming here on dates together even before they were dating. They sat down, had coffee together, and just generally did boyfriendly things. Blaine had come thinking it might make him feel closer to Kurt and shed some of that ache he had in missing Kurt so fucking much, but it seemed to only be making him miss him more.

He sat at their favourite little table for two by the window alone, with his one lonely medium drip was sitting in front of him and not grande non-fat mocha cup to keep it company. just across the way, he could see the little old couple who had been here on so many their own dates many a time Kurt and Blaine had, they had practically double-dated all this time, even if they didn't even know each other. When Blaine teared up out of the blue and drew in a quick breath to try and keep his composure, hastily wiping at his eyes before he got himself into too much of a mess, he glanced over and saw the couple looking at him sadly, obviously assuming he and Kurt had broken up. Blaine forced a smile at them, but then picked up his coffee to busy himself with that and try to save face.

Shit, he missed Kurt. He missed him more than he could have anticipated. It was like a constantly aching hole inside, even if they did Skype every day. It just wasn't the same and it was only the start. Last night, though, Kurt had texted Blaine late afternoon while Blaine was still at work and told him he was pretty sure he just experienced his first questionable New York hot dog, and that he had an upset stomach, so he was going to lie down. Then he added a second message telling Blaine to meet him on Skype at the usual time, but if he wasn't there, he was probably sleeping because he was really tired. Kurt never made it and Blaine sat on Skype for an hour waiting for him, but couldn't begrudge Kurt the sleep he obviously needed.

He didn't want to be a clingy boyfriend, but it was early days and he was finding it tough. Tears blurred his vision again when he took his phone from his pocket and flicked Kurt a quick text that simply said 'I miss you. I love you ♥' How the hell was he going to survive a year like this?
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