It was a stupid fight. Blaine didn’t even know how it had happened. One second they were talking about Sectionals and the next they were yelling at each other over the phone.

            After hanging up, storming out of his room, slamming doors, and visiting with his punching bag for an hour, Blaine had become significantly calmer. He settled onto his bed, leaning against the head board, trying to focus on homework. But it wasn’t working. He instead pulled out a notebook and slid over to the keyboard that his parents had given him over the summer. His family owned a baby grand piano but after his dad had seen him staring longingly at a keyboard that had about 500 different special sounds it could make, his parents had gotten it for him. He’d begun to play it more often after Kurt had left for New York because he’d needed a distraction himself from Kurt’s absence.

            At first he began to just hit random notes and play scales but then he found his own forlorn sounding melody.  As he played he began putting words to the tune. An hour later he fell back across his bed with a finished copy of the lyrics that had begun to pour out of him. Now he wanted to play this for Kurt, assuming he still wanted to talk to Blaine during their normally scheduled skype date that night.

            Anxiously fiddling with his pencil Blaine waited for eight o’clock to come. He really needed for Kurt to hear this song. It wasn’t really about apologizing to Kurt as much as it was about expressing that ache of missing Kurt, and how he knew that it was hard on them both sometimes, and that yes he was sorry for taking that stress out on him, but they both knew that whatever they’d been fighting about wasn’t a real issue.