Hummel House

Kurt sat on his bed, his sad song playlist playing quietly in the background. His text books were splayed out on his duvet cover, some of them opened, and his phone sat in reaching distance. He grabbed it, unable to focus on homework. He opened up the text message screen and went through all the messages Blaine sent him that day.

B- I tried calling you. I don't know if you're ignoring me. I'd understand if you did. Please call me.

B- I really need to talk to you. Please call me.

B- I can't even begin to explain how awful I was to you yesterday. Please please call me.

B- I'm an asshole. I know. Call me please?

B- I'm begging you. Please pick up the phone.

There were voicemails too.

Blaine: Hi. Uh, Kurt? It's me. I'm um, I really need to explain myself. I know I don't deserve for you to listen, but can you please call me when you get a chance?

Blaine: Hey. It's me again. You're probably really busy, but can you please call me?

Blaine: Kurt, I was out of line yesterday. None of it was true. We need to talk.

Blaine: I don't know if you've gotten any of my messages, but I'm a little desperate right now. I'm thinking about going to McKinley. Please call me?

And then one final text:

B- I'm sorry… I'll leave you alone now.

Kurt took a deep breath and dialed Blaine's number. What am I supposed to say to him? he thought and hung up the phone after the first ring. Maybe I don't have to say anything. He's the one who asked me to call him. He sounded like he knew what he had to say. He dialed the number again, but ended the call before letting it ring again. What if he's testing me? He told me to not call him. He resolved that his last thought was idiotic and Blaine would never taunt someone just to prove a point. Kurt finally decided that he didn't have to do anything, but listen and he owed it to himself to find out why. So, he took another deep breath and dialed his number once more. It rang and rang and ended up going to Blaine's voice mail. Not knowing what to say, Kurt hung up.

Dalton

Blaine had been on his phone with his father for a very long time. He hadn't spoken to him since the morning after he left for Kurt's house. Now, here he was his heart pounding as he listened to his father apologizing and inviting him home for the coming weekend.

"There's a lot we have to talk about, Son." Blaine heard his phone beeping to signify a call waiting.

"I'm not going to the country club." He pulled the phone away from his ear and saw Kurt's name scrawled across the screen. He froze just long enough to let his father finish what he was saying.

"No country club. I promise." Beep. "Your sister will be here and Jared too." Beep. He didn't know what to do: ask his dad, who was having the revelation Blaine always wished he'd have, to wait? Or let Kurt, whom he'd been trying to get a hold of all day and lost hope that he'd wanted to talk to him, wait for Blaine to finish his conversation and call him back when he was finished. "We're going to have a big family meeting and dinner, just us and then you and I will talk." Beep. "I'm not going to let you down anymore, Blaine." The beeping stopped.

"Okay, Dad. I'll be there. I'll leave right after my last exam."

"Looking forward to seeing you, Son."

"You are?" Blaine's voice sounded like a hopeful child.

"Yes. I love you, Blaine."

"I love you too, Dad." He hung up the phone, smiling, feeling happy for the first time in days. Then he remembered Kurt had tried to call him. He breathed deep and pressed the callback button. Kurt's phone went directly to voicemail. He tried again and once more, his call went straight to voicemail. He called one more time and for the third time in a row, he got Kurt's voicemail. Whether Kurt was ignoring Blaine's calls immediately, or his phone was turned off, Blaine couldn't be sure, but because he was so anxious, he was sure that Kurt was ignoring him for wasting a call earlier.

To take his mind off things, he went down to the Warbler room and picked up a guitar. Wes joined him a few minutes later in a bland mood. When Blaine asked what happened, Wes confessed that his girlfriend Kate broke up with him. Blaine apologized and asked if he wanted to work on a song with him for the next practice.

The two worked on the song with Wes playing the drums and singing one verse and then back up for the rest of the song. By the time curfew came around, they had the song down pretty good. Blaine retired to his room and laid in his bed for another restless night.

Hummel House

After so many tries, Kurt gave upon trying to call Blaine and figured it was fate telling him that calling Blaine wouldn't have been a good idea anyway. So he turned his phone off and went back to trying to concentrate on his homework.