"L-O-V-E, Love is a mystery. Fingerprints, that lead you to me. I was meant for you just like I know you're always meant for me." - Magnetized : Days Difference

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Dear Kurt,

I am so sorry that I cancelled our date for tonight. I really hate being sick. It happens quite often and it is really annoying. I can't stand it at all. It makes me want to, um, like punch something? I don't know, don't judge me, I can't think of anything else at the moment. Maybe, I should just tell you. No. no, I can't. My mind isn't thinking right, right now. My head is too clogged up. I hate being sick. Ugh. I really hope you're not mad because I cancelled. I hope you don't think I'm blowing you off or something. I mean I really am sick. I'm not even allowed to go back to class till Wednesday. Doctor's orders. I can tell you that Wes isn't too happy about that. I missed three Warbler's practices.

I wonder what you're doing right now. Are you hanging out with something else? Are you with your family? Maybe you are crying in your bed watching so stupid chick flick because I called off our date for tonight… Oh my god, why do I torture myself like that. All I am picturing is your broken face crying into a damn pillow while The Notebook is playing in the background. My body, my mind, is really pissing me off right now.

I got it! Brilliant idea. I am going to find out what you're doing, by doing a "Phone Date". Just because I am sick doesn't mean that we can't talk. We can just have a conversation over the phone as our date. It works because I still get to hear your voice and you still get to talk to me even though we aren't in the same room. I wouldn't want to you to be here anyways. You could get sick and then we'd have even more dates to cancel. Not good. Not good at all.

Okay, I know what I just wrote sounds like something we always do. Talk on the phone… Okay, so it's not really a date. It's just talking on the phone. You know what, whatever; you get what I am trying to do here.

So, I am now going to call you and we are going to have the most amazing conversation ever. I mean, all our conversations are amazing, considering I'm having them with you. You know, I'm practically digging myself a grave with a notebook… Anyway, the best part about calling you right now is that I am going to write in this lovely notebook to you while talking to you on the phone.

Alright, here we go.

Dialing your number.

Oh hey, look at that it's ringing!

Okay, so I'm not going to write a play by play, I'm just messing with you.

Oh god, my nervousness just kicked in. Why do I still get so nervous when I around you or taking to you? If you only knew how you make me feel.

Oh my god, you picked up!

My phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I placed the ice cream filled spoon into my mouth. Leaving my lips wrapped around the spoon I reached into my pocket to get my phone. I removed the spoon from my mouth and got another scoop and placed it into my mouth before I glanced at the Caller I.D.

Eating a whole pint of ice cream was totally not how I was planning to spend my evening. I know eating ice cream doesn't seem like the Me thing to do. But I have a reason for it! I swear… Okay, maybe not really... Blaine cancelling tonight it made me; well if we are being completely honest it made me feel really bad. Kind of like unwanted? I know I shouldn't feel this way but I do. And ice cream, ice cream is a really good friend. It's comforting and always there for you.

Glancing at the caller I.D. I squealed in delight.

Blaine

I began running to my room abandoning the comforting friend named ice cream to melt away on the kitchen counter.

Jumping on to the bed, I laid on my stomach kicking my feet up into the air and crossed my ankles. I felt like a school girl talking to her crush. Okay, maybe that's sort of true, all but the part that I'm a teenage boy not a girl.

"Hello!" I said a little too excited. "Blaine?" my smile went wide on my face as I spoke his name.

"Hello Kurt," Blaine responded.

Oh god, Kurt. I love your voice. It makes my day brighter. You always make my day brighter.

"Blaine," I breathed, maybe I'm a little shocked that he actually called me even though he's sick. "How are you feeling?" Concern now filled my voice.

"I'm alright." He responded then coughed. "Look Kurt, I'm really sorry that I cancelled our date." Blaine's voice was coarse and he coughed again. I felt my heart drop a little as he spoke. If he only knew how I felt about this date cancellation. I understand that he's sick and that he doesn't want to be around me to get me sick as well. I shifted the phone so it was placed between my shoulder and my ear. Then began to play with my fingers.

You're quite. Maybe I should have mentioned the date. You haven't said anything in a while. I really hope that I didn't make you hurt in anyway. That definitely wasn't my intention.

I found a lose string on my comforter and began to pick at it. I guess I have to go look for a new comforter now.

"It's okay," I finally got the courage to say. It's not like I could tell you that is actually wasn't okay. I know your sick Blaine but it still hurts that you cancelled. I completely understand why you did it, but… Maybe I'm just selfish.

Oh Kurt, I can hear the hurt in your voice. I'm so sorry. Ugh. If only… Ugh. Kurt, you making me so bad. I'll make it up to you somehow. I have to. It's the only way I will feel better.

"I'll make it up to you, Kurt. I promise." I became silent afraid of what I should say nest. You could hear the affection and concern that filled his voice. "Don't you worry."

"You don't have to do that Blaine. I understand, really," my voice was quiet. Barely even a whisper, hoping that he wouldn't hear me.

Kurt… I have to, you don't understand. I have to make it up to you.

"I do, Kurt. You mean too much to me not to. I like you so much." My heart fluttered at his words.

Oh my god, did I just say that? Out loud? Kurt, please say something. God, I hope I didn't ruin this again. You stupid sentence!

"I like you a lot to, Blaine." My heart pounded as I spoke.

Oh thank god. You feel the same way. I mean it kind of is obvious, right?

I could practically hear Blaine smile through the phone as we continued talking. My day went from disappointing to wow amazing. Anytime I spend with Blaine in person or just talking on the phone is simply amazing.

Oh, shit. I got so distracted from talking to you, that I forgot to even write in here. I'm sorry. Maybe I could try this again and not get distracted during that one. But I highly doubt it, you're memorizing. Oh sugar, it's almost ten.

"I should probably go and get some rest." Blaine said sounded very disappointed. I looked at the clock. It read 9:47 pm. I sighed. Of course that's the best thing when you're sick. Sleep.

"Yeah, probably…" I said. "I hope you feel better soon Blaine."

"Yeah, me too," Blaine whispered. There was a silent pause. It wasn't awkward, it was content. Like everything thing that should have been spoken this moment in time was spoken through are silence. "Goodnight Kurt, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight Blaine," I said and then there was click. I smiled contently, happy that even though Blaine was sick he stayed up to talk to me.

I really sorry I had to go. But sleep is the best thing for a sick person.

Blaine

My smile remained on my face as a place my phone down on my nightstand.

He likes me. Like really likes me.

I felt my heart flutter and my mind blur for a bit trying to comprehend how my life is going right now. From what it was to what it becoming. And it's all because of Blaine.

I walked to my bathroom to my face cleaners and grabbed a headband placing it on my head so it held all my hair back, then began my nightly routine. I had time. I had all the time in the world right now to do this. So began slowly taking all the time I had.

Half way through my skin care routine my phone began to ring. I jumped up and ran to my night stand. Blaine name flashed on the screen. Blaine? Why is Blaine calling me? Shouldn't he be sleeping? Maybe he couldn't sleep?

"Hello," I breathed breathlessly into the phone. "Blaine?"

"Hello, Kurt," a prim and proper voice spoke. "This is Wes, Blaine's friend. David and I have a proposition for you."

Sunday, March 11, 2012

I brought my right hand up the Blaine's dorm room door, considering my other hand held the bag of "get well soon things", but quickly brought it back down. What if he doesn't want me to be here? I looked over to my left. Wes and David stood at the end of the hallway. David gave me two thumbs up and a really cheesy smile while Wes made hand moments as of telling me to move forward and knock. I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. I heard a quite moan coming from the other side of the door.

"Come in," a coarse voice said. I reached for the door knob and twisted it. Before opening I looked back to where Wes and David stood not too long ago, but they were gone. Nowhere to be seen in sight. I sighed, feeling a bit uncomfortable that they left me alone in this huge school. Well actually, I won't be alone for long considering I'm walking into to Blaine's dorm room as we speak. But then again, this was all Wes and David idea so who knows if Blaine even wants me to be here right now. He could kick me out and then I would have to determine how to get out of here myself. Since it's the weekend not many people are here and I wouldn't just go knocking on peoples doors to ask for help.

Pushing the thoughts of being alone in this school away, I finally got enough courage to open the door completely and walk in. I surprised by the lack of light. The room was practically dark except the light shining through the cracks of the curtains. Blaine laid under the blankets on the bed in the corner of the room. I must have woken him up when I knocked.

"Hello?" I heard a tired voice from the bed. I small smile grew on the face. I placed my bag on the desk chair that was in the room and walked over to the window. Opening the curtains I turned to look at Blaine. His face was scrunched up from and his curls were lose and flying in every direction.

"Hello Blaine," my voice soft and caring.

"Kurt, is that you?" Blaine said squinting his eyes. I walked over to him and brushed the curls off his forehead and placed a gentle kiss.

"Your still a little warm," I spoke turning around walking to my bag I left of the desk chair.

"What- How-?" Blaine stammered over his words, more awake then he was before.

"Wes and David called me last night." I looked at his to see his expression on what I just said. To find a pair glasses on his face. He wears glasses? Since when does he wear glasses? He looks so cute and adorable! "You wear glasses?" I grabbed my bag and walked over to him again. "Don't answer that. How are you feeling?" He starred at me in pure shock that I was even in this room. I raised my eyebrows waiting for an answer.

"Um- better than last night," he started and grabbed my hand. "But much better now that you are here." He placed a light kiss on my knuckles. I blushed pulling my hand away from him and turning to my bag.

"I brought you stuff," Glancing at him. He though he was a mess right now, he still looked sexy as ever. "Wes and David informed me on what makes you feel better when you're sick." Blaine's face lit up and he shifted so he sat pretzel leg under the blankets of his bed.

"What'd you bring?" he said clapping his hands together like 5 year old. I shook my head as my smile grew wider on my face. This guy over here. I dug into the bag.

"Well, I brought you chicken noodle soup. I was going to make it, but Wes and David insisted that I get Campbell's." I pulled a thermos. Blaine opened his mouth to speak but I interrupted. "I also brought my own tea remedy, helps me feel better. Although, you don't have to drink it. I went to the store and picked up medicine. Wes and David said you were almost out." I laughed at myself. "I brought my laptop. David said you love to have a Harry Potter marathon when you're sick. I figured I'd bring my laptop, I know you have yours here but my battery is simply amazing, and I don't think I'd be able to put up with the laptop dying half way through Harry and Hermione trying to save Sirius's life. Oh, David said you owned the dvds but just in case I brought all of mine. Did I mention I'm a Harry Potter fan? It's my guilty pleasure. Please don't tell anyone that." Blaine gasped and mouthed a 'No Way'. "Oh! I also brought red vines."

Blaine was silent as he gawked at me. I bit my lip nervously holding the Harry Potter DVDs in one hands and the red vines package in the other. Was he going to tell me to leave? Or that I over did it?

"I want to kiss you so bad right now." The words flew from Blaine's mouth smoothly. That was the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth. God only knows how much I want that as well. A bit of shock covered his face for a second. I sat down on the bed next to him.

"What's stopping you then?" I whispered staring into this eyes getting lost.

"I'm sick." He said inching closer to me. "I don't want to get you sick."

"…I'll live," I breathed and then his lips were on mine.