“I can’t do this anymore.”

Blaine barely whispers the words. He clears his throat, and says them more audibly this time, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Kurt’s so engrossed in his English Lit book that his frantic highlighting doesn’t even falter with the statement. They’ve been sitting in what Kurt had thought was a comfortable silence all afternoon as they studied for finals together in Kurt’s dorm room. He doesn’t notice the tension that Blaine’s been holding in his shoulders all day, all week, for that matter. He doesn’t notice when Blaine begins to pack his things up. He does notice, however, when Blaine gets up and heads for the door.

“Where are you going,” Kurt mumbles without looking up from his book, highlighter caught between his teeth.

Blaine clutches his books to his chest and says, “I can’t do this anymore, Kurt,” his voice dripping with defeat.

That’s when Kurt finally looks up from his book. His brow furrows with confusion, “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? Do what? Study for finals? Because I’m not sure I can handle anymore studying either,” he says with a laugh.

Blaine’s expression remains stern as he sighs quietly, “Not studying. I mean this – us. I can’t do it anymore.” Before he has a chance to respond, Blaine’s turning on his heal, and leaving Kurt without so much as an explanation.

Everything falls away as Kurt’s worst fear becomes reality.

“So this is it,” Kurt says as he backs his way into his dorm room at NYU, carrying up the last box. “It’s not much, and they won’t let me decorate,” Blaine cuts in, “Bastards,” to which Kurt chuckles, “but at least I get the place to myself.” Blaine’s eyebrows perk up at this as he closes the door. As Kurt turns to look around the room, Blaine slips his arms around his waist and rests his chin on Kurt’s shoulder.

“Well, I don’t know if you’ll have it to yourself all the time,” Blaine says with a smirk. Kurt turns around in Blaine’s arms and places a chaste kiss on his full lips.

“Oh, honey, if you’re gonna be staying here, you’re gonna have to pay rent,” Kurt says as he tries to bite back a smile.

Blaine pouts, “Rent? What if I can’t afford it?”

Kurt tries to keep a serious expression, but fails as he says, “I’m sure we can figure out something,” and kisses Blaine more passionately as they fall onto his bed.

May 25, 2015 3:32PM

To: Blaine

Where is this all coming from?

May 25, 2015 3:36PM

To: Blaine

What did I do wrong?

May 25, 2015 3:41PM

To: Blaine

Babe, please. Just tell me what I did wrong.

May 25, 2015 3:43PM

To: Blaine

It’s been 2 hours since you left. I’m getting really worried about you.

May 25, 2015 3:49PM

To: Kurt

I’m fine. I just – I told you. I can’t do this anymore. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.

May 25, 2015 3:51PM

To: Blaine

Blaine. We’ve been together for 4 years. You can’t just leave me like this. We need to talk about this. Please just come back over so we can talk. You owe me that. Please.

May 25, 2015 3:57PM

To: Kurt

I’ll be there in an hour.