Aug. 25, 2012, 3:43 p.m.
Would It Kill You?: Whirlwind.
E - Words: 713 - Last Updated: Aug 25, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 15/? - Created: Dec 07, 2011 - Updated: Aug 25, 2012 800 0 1 0 0
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The instant Kurt woke up he realized that it was dark out, the television was muted, and Blaine was nowhere to be found. He felt the resentment towards Blaine for not waking him up, but rationalized that he wouldn’t know his class schedule. He stood up quickly and the room spun slightly. Squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his temples, he tried to gain his bearings. Opening his eyes slowly, he turned to face the kitchenette and still didn’t find him. He took several long and quick strides towards his bedroom door and heard nothing. It couldn’t hurt to look inside quickly could it? He wouldn’t even have to actually enter Blaine’s room. He just needed to make sure he was still here and he wasn’t violating any of the dean’s rules. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he twisted the knob to the right and swung the door open.
To find it was empty.
Why was his heart pounding so loudly? But more importantly, where the fuck was Blaine? It’s not like he’s a wizard. Kurt raced to the window and peered out into the dark night. He pinched his arm as though this was only a dream.�Then Kurt heard it, water hitting the shower tiles and low sighs. He shifted slightly from one foot to another, suddenly uncomfortable about being in this stranger’s room. He knew that there was something singular and comforting about a shower, but he couldn’t seem to move. He glanced around the room and at the desk and noticed the black composition notebook that was lying open. He couldn’t help but pick out his name after a brief glance. It seemed as though his hands had acted for themselves as they reached for the notebook, because his mind knew it was wrong to snoop into people personal belongings.�But regardless of his mental protests, his hands clutched the notebook to his violently pounding heart and bounded to his own haven, the sound of Blaine’s shower filling his ears.
The first entry in the black notebook:
July 29th.
Why am I here? I don’t understand why I can’t be around the regular students of Dalton…�
July 30th.
Half of me wishes Kurt was back so I had someone, anyone to talk to…
August 1st.
Twenty-six dark wood panels on the west wall, and five days without any trace of sleep. The dreams always turn into strange and violent nightmares and I can’t let them come back…
This notebook was a stupid fucking idea. Thanks a lot mom.�
Kurt turned several pages in astonishment, his hands slightly shaking as he read a single word.
Fuck.
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