He kept scrolling up and down through his messages. Still nothing. Last night he’d just looked so broken. It was like he’d kicked a puppy. A drunk, horny puppy. Why had this created a barrier between them? Wasn’t this supposed to be something that brought people closer together? He felt like he should be able to just hug him and laugh about it, but he knew how embarrassed he’d be feeling. It was exactly how he’d felt around Finn the year before. It was all so humiliating for both of them. He was desperate to check on him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it by text. He’d tried calling, but got no answer. It hit him that Blaine wouldn’t just be feeling stupid: he was also going to have a splitting headache. Why add to that?

He just wanted to skip this bit. Skip ahead a week so that everything was fine again, and they were just back at school, holding hands and laughing at Rachel and talking about normal things and Glee club and the future. How could five minutes of fumbling and arguing ruin all of that?

His phone vibrated. Oh God, it was one of the most awkward messages he’d ever read. ‘I got home fine, thanks. I’m so sorry about last night. I feel really stupid, not to mention hungover haha, love you too xxx’

Blaine wasn’t the type to write ‘haha’. They never had to tell each other if they thought something was funny; they always just sort of knew. Rachel was constantly all ‘LOL’ and ‘OMG’ and exclamation marks everywhere, but he knew if Blaine would be laughing or not. And right now he wasn’t. And the extra kisses - he must be feeling guilty.

‘You don’t have to apologise! Shall I come over?’ He hesitated.

‘Shall’ sounded like he felt obligated, but ‘Can’ sounded like he was desperate to see him. Obviously he was, but the guy had a hangover that needed nursing. And the ‘!’ seemed so panicky and needy.

But he was panicking. And he needed Blaine.

In the end he went with ‘Stop apologising. Just let me come over and look after you. I miss you x’. He pressed send, and grabbed his keys.