Or at least Blaine hoped Kurt wasn’t complaining. He knew he had come off pretty strongly when he first messaged him, but Blaine felt like there were certain things about him that were different than any other person he had spoken to on tumblr, or anywhere else for that matter. In truth, Blaine felt lonely despite the friends he had within The Warblers, the acapella choir group at the all-boys American school he went to in Rome. That hadn’t been the reason that he started his tumblr, but it had been the reason he had reached out to Kurt.

It was hard for him to explain, and as he sat there on his bed, looking at his computer screen in the morning while Kurt slept an ocean away, Blaine wasn’t sure if he could even start to explain. The only thing he knew was that Kurt didn’t seem to not be responding to his messages, which certainly meant this wasn’t one sided, right?

It was three weeks of talking to each other, and by now Blaine had started to notice little meanings in the way that Kurt wrote. Whereas he was expressive in his typing -simply because over text he could be expressive and not have to worry about keeping his appearance- Kurt seemed rather restrained. His punctuation was perfect, as if every little message he sent to Blaine was a small essay to be graded. He used smileys sparingly, and every once in a while even relaxed enough to say ‘lol’, which made Blaine feel like he had won something.

He sat there, looking at the message Kurt had sent him the night before, when Blaine had asked him how school had been. It was a simple question, and one that he asked amongst the many other things he sent as soon as he was awake because he knew Kurt would look at them in the afternoon. But the reply left him unsettled.

‘So, did you hear that Patty Lupone’s new book is coming out soon? Also, I was wondering if perhaps you had any duet ideas for me. There’s a new assignment in Glee and I was able to get someone to duet with me. But I can’t decide what would work with both of our voices. Please don’t even suggest Katy Perry.’

Although the last part had made him laugh, as he remembered the day they had spent hours simply sending each other links to songs or posting them on their tumblr’s in order for the other to hear, the fact that Kurt had completely skipped out on mentioning school aside from Glee distressed him somewhat. There was something wrong when Kurt didn’t have some silly retort.

Three weeks and he even knew that.

He ran his fingers through his hair, not yet gelled, trying to determine if this was too much or not. Blaine couldn’t figure out why it would be. Plus, he knew that his father wasn’t home, and his mother was still probably too asleep from the sleeping pills she took every night to possibly disturb him

He could do this.
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Blue eyes blinked as he looked up at his ceiling, finding it strange that the first thing that came to his head - which was usually to get up and do his morning skin care routine- was something completely different. It was Blaine, the silly, but sweet boy he had been speaking to. He rolled over in his lush covers to look at the white mac sitting on his desk, before sighing and shaking his head. It was past midday in Rome. Blaine was probably busy eating, or out with friends. He had time to get online.

Kurt did his morning routine, and even went downstairs to make Finn and his father blue berry pancakes for breakfast, Carol having to leave early to go work at the hospital for a few hours. He didn’t mind, and to be honest, this was much better than just sitting around doing homework or planning outfits or making plans with Mercedes. Cooking and baking calmed him down, especially in the early mornings.

But after scolding Finn for eating too much, and keeping the sugary maple syrup away and instead pushing the all-natural, organic one to his father, Kurt finally had time to wander into his room and check his laptop. He doodled a flower as it loaded, and sighed lightly, though happily, as he saw the familiar red box over his inbox. Blaine.

Only instead of an ask, it seemed to be that Blaine had simply sent him a link to a post on his blog. Kurt tried not to roll his eyes, because it wasn’t as if he didn’t already check Blaine’s tumblr every so often. Nevertheless, he clicked the link.

Staring back at him was a blurry picture of Blaine, and although he smiled a bit at the boy, Kurt scrunched his nose in confusion. Because this wasn’t just a picture. It was a video, and at the very bottom of the post, it read, “Mainly for Kurt, but you guys can watch it too, of course!” He laughed at the punctuation, and clicked on the picture, waiting for it to load to start playing.

“Hello!” Blaine said, his smile wide. Kurt liked the way his hair looked like a mess, and he couldn’t help but think that this was more like the guy he had pictured from talking to him. Messy haired and bright eyed, happy and puppylike. However, he would overlook the fact that it appeared he was still in his pajamas, which from the looks of it were just a t-shirt and checkered pants.

“So, you probably are wondering, ‘why is he posting a video? He never posts videos.’ And I don’t blame you!” He laughed then, and Kurt tried not to keep the sound in his head for too long, knowing that his brain had already filed it away to replay later at some point. “…But you know that feeling when you just need to do something? Well, I woke up and wanted to make a video…and dedicate to all of you, but mostly to my friend Kurt.”

Blaine stopped talking for a second, and Kurt watched as a wide smile spread across his lips. He raised his hand and waved, before speaking again into the camera, his eyes making direct contact with the lens and almost looking into Kurt’s very own. “Hey Kurt. Hi. I hope you’re watching this.”

Kurt kept his heart from leaping, and took a deep breath before allowing himself to catch up with the video. Blaine had picked up a guitar, and let it rest comfortably across his lap as he went on explaining. “Well, I just wanted to dedicate this to you guys. Because I think people just need to know that…you’re not alone. Even I need to know that! So um…here’s the uh, video.”

Blaine looked down then, picking up the guitar and strumming it, tuning a string quickly before starting to play. It took him a moment to recognize the tune, due to the fact that he was somewhat fixated on the way Blaine looked. For three weeks he had been nothing but typed letters and scattered photos. Sometimes Kurt had forgotten he was real. But once he stopped staring, Kurt smiled as he recognized the song as soon as Blaine started singing.

“Hey Jude…don’t make it bad…Take a sad song and make it better…”

He watched the song, and his smile only grew. Because he knew that this was for him, but he could feel that this was for Blaine too. This song meant more than just them too, because Kurt hadn’t even told Blaine what was going on at school. His heart felt happier though, and he felt a little lighter, even after the bullying that only seemed to be getting worse every day. But Blaine’s soft, crooning voice singing the words ‘Na’ over and over again reached his ears and filled him with bliss.

As the video finished, and Blaine waved goodbye without saying another word before it shut off, Kurt took a deep breath. He looked at the place where the dark haired boy had sung to him and wondered why. Why him, Kurt, of all people, to sing to? And what was it supposed to mean?