“Hey Blaine. Wanna go play some ball later?” asked Coby as he snatched the book from Blaine’s hands.
Blaine had been in the library all day reading for a History project they had coming up. As Coby placed himself in the sofa next to him.
“Or maybe you’re more into motorcycles now?” Coby shot out a barking laugh.

Kurt had told the guys at school about the weekend’s party. They had been in the school yard as Puck had dropped by, and when Kurt had finished his picturesque storytelling, Puck had joined in with his own version of how he had caught Kurt and Blaine in heavy sex in front of the entire party.

Everyone had roared with laughter and admiration, Blaine on the other hand considered finding a hole to hide in. Kurt had squeezed his thigh under the table and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before he returned his attention to the amused listeners.

“Yeah. It was amazing. But it always is with Blaine. That’s just how he works -” teased Kurt making Blaine blush and Puck send fist bumps around the table. After that everyone had been making “wroom” sounds after Kurt and Blaine when they were walking down the halls, or winked chuckling at them.

“Geeez, Coby. I gotta finish this before Friday. You aren’t even half done with yours,” exclaimed Blaine as he snapped his book back.
“Come on, Anderson. Let’s go chill out a bit instead of being so uptight all the time. It’s only Wednesday. There’s lots of time,” nagged Coby starting to poke him on the shoulder.

“Alright then. My head feels like it’s gonna blow up anyway.” Blaine let his hands fall lifeless down in his lap and let his head roll back on the backrest of the sofa.
“Gonna go for some soccer?” asked Blaine, rubbing his eyes with his fists like a little kid.

He and Coby walked down to the football field where they started playing. Blaine felt how much he had needed this - a break from worrying about Kurt.
He had been sick the whole weekend and he was still looking pale during the first two days of the week. Today he hadn’t even shown up. Blaine had just received a message saying “I’m sick today, don‘t come over” and that had been all.

Blaine had done his best not to ponder over it during the day; but every time he had got it pushed out of his thoughts something had reminded him of Kurt and he had been back in his train of thoughts. Being in the green with Coby focusing on playing made him relax a bit and he ended up having a really great day.

He and Coby played around for a few hours before they went to Coby’s house where they took a few rounds of Tekken and had some pizza.
Coby’s mom and sister were always really nice to him and asked how school was, how Kurt was and if everything was going well at home. They were always very welcoming and sometimes Blaine felt it as a second refugee from home when Kurt didn’t have time.

He didn’t tell them anything about Kurt’s changing behavior though. He kept telling himself that he was just being paranoid and overanalyzing - the problem was that he couldn’t quite convince himself that that was actually the case, so he was afraid that he wouldn’t able to convince others either.

When he got home that night he was tired in a way that he hadn’t been in in a long time. It wasn’t the tired from being overly active or from having an over working brain. It was the tired of a normal day with school and friends. Something he hadn’t done in a long time.

He took a long shower letting his forehead rest against the cold tiles of the wall as he let the hot water rinse down over his body. As he was standing there he imagined that all of his paranoia and worries would be washed away by the heat. Because it wasn’t ordinary tap-water, but some sort of magical water with a connection to a higher power that could make ones problems disappear if only they were open to the possibility. Like the Buddhists believed some springs to contain magical water with cleansing powers.

He tried controlling his breathing, feeling it run from his nose through his mouth and lungs and to his stomach, before letting it leave his body through every pore in his skin. He felt drops falling one by one from his wet curls and eyelashes, and after having been in the shower for half an hour he started imagining that he would eventually turn into a sea monster if he stood there long enough, leaving all of his human trades behind.

When he turned off the water and pulled away the shower curtain the cold from the rest of the bathroom hit him in the face; like he had walked into a wall of ice. He hurried to get dried up before he pulled on his boxers and his pajamas. He walked downstairs to say goodnight to his mom before he retreated to his bedroom.

Blaine had left the light in his bedroom turned on while he had been in the shower, for one to make sure his parents didn’t discover the painted glow-in-the-dark stars, but mostly for his benefit. He wanted to make sure that once he turned the light out the stars would above were as bright and clear as they could possibly be once he was in his bed.
When he slid down under the covers he looked at his phone and considered calling Kurt but he was afraid that he was just going to get his voice mail. Instead he sent a text message asking if it would be okay for him to call.

“I’m still sick. But we’ll talk tomorrow. I promise.” Read Kurt’s responding text. Blaine shrugged it off and wrote back “I love you. Goodnight.”
For once he didn’t let himself think it over too heavily - he had witnessed Kurt being sick over the weekend so he didn’t have any second thoughts about it. Instead he just lay down and looked up at the stars over him waiting to fall asleep.

It had been a long time since Blaine had slept so calmly. He didn’t even dream, it was all black and relaxing. His sheets smelled nice and clean and he almost felt as if the hot water from his shower really had cleansed away all of his dark thoughts in some magical way.

It was 2:12am. Blaine knew because when he woke up he looked at the clock out of habit. Then he realized why he had been pulled out sleep. His phone was ringing on his night stand. Usually he didn’t wake up from the sound of his phone ringing, but he had a feeling that this was a call he had to take.

He frantically fumbled to find the phone in the dark before he pushed the green button and put the phone to his ear.
“Yeah. What’s going on?” Said Blaine his voice thick from the sleep. At the other end of the phone all he could hear was sobbing and he instantly sat up. All of his alarm clocks were ringing, and he could feel a sense of danger running through every cell of his body.

“Kurt. Are you okay? What’s happening?” He almost didn’t recognize his own voice as he heard the words fight each other to get over his lips.
“Blaine? Please - promise me something,” pleaded Kurt from the other end of the phone. He was crying heavily and he almost couldn’t get a sentence out between his sobbing.

“Shhh, baby. Just take your time to breathe, I’m right here. Do you want me to come over?” Asked Blaine not knowing how to tackle the situation. He was already on his way out of the bed and started to find some clothes in his closet.

“No. Don’t come over. Just - please promise me that… if anything ever happens to me, just know that I love you, okay?” His breathing was loud in the phone and Blaine started imagining all sorts of things that could have happened causing Kurt to make this call to him in the middle of the night. He had no idea how to react and he searched his brain desperately for something to say.

“I always have, and I always will. No matter what. Please don’t ever forget that. But the most important thing is for you to be happy. Please. Please.” His crying had transformed into pleading and there was something in his voice that made a chill run down Blaine’s spine. He had no idea what it was, all he knew was that something was terribly wrong and he wanted so badly to hurry to Kurt’s house and hold him until he was calmed down.

“Of course, sweety. But nothing will ever happen to you. Of course it won’t. I will never let anything happen to you. I promise you,” said Blaine hoping to calm him down. He felt so useless when he was sitting there on his bed and he knew that Kurt was devastated, but he refused to let him come over to comfort him.

“Are you sure don’t want me to come? It’s okay, I’ll be fine. I just don’t want you to be unhappy. I can’t bear listening to you like this. I can’t do anything about it from where I am now. Please let me be there for you,” begged Blaine hoping to change Kurt’s mind, even though something inside him knew that it wasn’t going to happen. Kurt was so stubborn and if he had said no it would be no; regardless of what Blaine could ever have to say to him.

“Why would you even say something like that? Did something happen? Did you have a bad dream? Kurt, you know that we’re okay right? We’re gonna be together forever.” Blaine dragged his knees up under him in distress. He started to rock back and forth on the bed listening to Kurt’s breathing, almost sure that he could feel his heartbeat through the phone.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m okay. Just go back to sleep. I’m so sorry I woke you up. I love you. Goodnight, Blaine.” And then Kurt hung up- Leaving Blaine in the dark, his fingers ready to pull out his hair, his throat soar from talking so fast.

He suddenly realized that the stinging in his eyes wasn’t because he was tired, because his head was all clear now, but because he was crying. Tears were running down his face and he hadn’t even noticed it until Kurt’s voice had disappeared, leaving him to complete silence. Apparently he had been more scared than he had let himself notice.

He couldn’t sleep anymore. He knew that it was a lost cause, so instead he walked down to the kitchen to find some coffee clinging his phone as if it had been glued to his hand. He didn’t even dare to put it in the pocket of his pajama pants because he was afraid that Kurt might call back - or even send a text and he wouldn’t see it until it was too late.

When Blaine got back to his room the clock said 03.30am and he started considering if he should try and call Burt to have him check up on Kurt. He knew that Finn was away at college so it wouldn’t do any good to call him, but he was positive that if he called Burt he was going to run to Kurt’s room right away.

After turning the idea over in his head a good dozen times he decided that he’d better leave it and wait to talk it over with Kurt in the morning.
He spent the rest of the night reading the history homework he should have done earlier that day, while he sang along to some tunes on one of his favorite oldies radio stations.

In the morning he waited until he heard his parents leave for work, before he went downstairs to get ready for school. He didn’t have the energy to discuss why he was awake already and he certainly didn’t have the stomach to face one of his dad’s made up “manly” talks at the breakfast table.

*

Blaine had stopped trying to call and text Kurt three days ago. He had hoped that Kurt was going to contact him himself, but it had been five days now. Five days since the weird late night phone call, five days since Blaine had talked to him last. He hadn’t even been at school, and whenever Blaine had called the house phone Burt or Carol claimed that he wasn’t there.

Blaine had paced the floors throughout his house, constantly checking his phone every few seconds. He had even tried calling his cell phone from his home phone, just to make sure it was working properly. He had even managed to fall asleep with his cell phone in his hand. Yet, no calls from Kurt.

He decided that if he still hadn’t heard anything by the end of the weekend he would drive to Kurt’s house and demand an explanation. It wasn’t fair. Kurt had been acting so strange for the past few months and Blaine was starting to get sick of putting up with it. There had to be a reason, and he felt that he deserved to know.

Just as he entered his room and threw his bag on the floor his phone started ringing. He rushed to his pocket and started frantically pressing the button. The display told him that it was Kurt and the well-known suction returned to his stomach as he saw the picture of his smiling boyfriend filling the phone.

“Hey babe,” was all he could say when he put the receiver to his ear. He hated himself, but it was like all of his frustrations and anger had disappeared. Now he was just anxious to hear Kurt’s voice at the other end of the phone - but there was a weird tension and his stomach filled with ice.

“Blaine. Please let me finish before you say anything. There’s nothing you can say to change my mind, so it would just be a waste of time really.” Kurt fell silent and Blaine didn’t know whether it was because he wanted him to agree, or if he was expecting some sort of other sign from him.

After around 30 seconds of silence Blaine merely nodded, before he almost immediately after shook his head back and forth at his own silliness, remembering Kurt couldn‘t actually see him nod. But it was as if Kurt knew that he had been nodding even though he couldn’t see him. He took a deep breath before he gathered up the courage to drop the bomb.

“Blaine, I don’t think you should come over tomorrow. At all actually. Ever again. I’ll have your stuff packed up and ask my dad to drop it off at your place. We’re over, Blaine. Goodbye.”

There was a click followed by a few beeps and then dark silence. Blaine was well aware that the conversation was over and Kurt had hung up on his end of the line, but Blaine was still holding the phone to his ear, paralyzed by the message he'd just received.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He put his phone on the table next to him before he sat down on the bed. Had Kurt really just broken up with him?
Tomorrow? What day was it tomorrow?

The 15th. Their anniversary.

As the thought hit him he felt the tears pressing his eyelids but hurried to stop them. If he let them out he had to face that it was true. That it was really over.

He looked around his room that seemed so indifferent to him now. But how could it, when everything was changed? The whole world had fallen apart in a split second, and yet he could hear people and cars on the street, birds chirping and wind in the trees outside his window - wasn’t time supposed to stop now? Wasn’t the world supposed to enter some sort of time pocket that would make everything turn to dust around him when something like this happened?

But then he remembered that he didn’t have a chance to know if that was how it worked, because he had never even let the thought cross his mind. He never considered it, he had been so certain that they were going to be together forever.