Author's Note: Woo! Second chapter! After a year! New record! :D I will be updating regularly; maybe once a week. I promise! This is a short chapter, though. Future chapters will be longer!
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Blaine Anderson had never felt like a bigger jack-ass than he did at that moment. As he watched Kurt, the love of his life, the boy he would die and/or kill for, walk out of the room heartbroken, Blaine wanted nothing more than to run after him and gather the sensitive boy in his arms and tell him everything he wanted to hear.
But he couldn't see that happening in the near-future.
"Hold on, hold on," Mr. Schuester began, deciding not to comment on Blaine's language. "What just happened?"
"Blaine broke Kurt's heart," sneered Rachel from her seat. Santana glared daggers into the back of her head and kicked her seat, annoyed.
"We all hurt him, hobbit," Santana barked, mentally smirking when Rachel turned around and scowled. "We all hurt him by trusting the leader of this guilt trip: Blanderson."
It was Blaine's turn to scowl at her.
"Well, from what Blaine's told us, Kurt kind-of deserved it," piped Quinn. "I mean, Kurt went and cheated on him; Even after Blaine gave him everything." Rachel looked like she wanted to say something, but decided against it for the first time ever.
"Look who's talking, Miss Hypocrite," Santana snapped. "And did you not hear what Kurt said?! He said he didn't even touch this Chandler person. Why would he lie about something like that?" While Quinn was busy thinking of different ways to get back at Santana for her hypocrite comment, Finn looked at Blaine and asked the question on everyone's minds.
"What did Kurt do to make you think he was cheating on you?" Blaine looked down and shuffled his feet guiltily.
"He…he was text flirting with the guy…"
Silence.
You could hear nothing but the mentally placed cricket that plagued the minds of the glee club.
"Hold the hell up," Mercedes began. "Kurt told me you used to text that bastard boy from Dalton all the time!" Blaine opened his mouth to reply when Quinn cut him off.
"See? I'm not the only hypocrite here!" she said, mostly to gain relief from it. Blaine wasn't amused.
"Oh, so you admit you're a hypocrite?" There Santana went.
"Shut it, Hoepez!"
"Alright, look-"
"ENOUGH!" Everyone jumped and turned their attention to Mr. Schuester, who had been listening with slight patience. He lost said patience when the club tuned into 'the Santana and Quinn show'. "Blaine," the boy looked up, slightly alarmed. "I don't fully understand what had happened, but obviously you and Kurt need to talk. I'll let you out of practice today to try and talk to him, okay?" Blaine grinned, grateful and bolted out of the room faster than ever.
Mr. Schuester watched him go for a second before turning back to the silent club. "As for you guys, I want you all to stop intruding in other people's business. Even if they ask you for assistance in a matter, say no, unless it's for advice. It just causes more drama." Everyone nodded, although some nods were just for show. Mr. Schue sighed and clapped his hands. "Okay, who's ready to perform their song for Whitney week?"
Hi, you've reached Kurt Hummel. I'm unable to get to the phone right now, sorry for the inconvenience, but leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP. Bye for now- OH MY GOD, BLAINE, GET THAT DEAD SPIDER AWAY FROM ME! *Beep*
A chuckle. "I-I see you still have our message saved from last year at Dalton. I-I didn't know because, well…this was the first time in a long time you've missed my call. Or…just ignored it. …So, I tried going to your house, to talk to you…but your dad told me you were asleep. I'm not sure if that was a lie or not, but I'm going to respect your dad and believe him."
"Look, Kurt…I don't know what to say. I feel like the world's biggest douchebag. I think I even passed that asshole from the music store on the list. I just…I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm…I'm so fucking sorry, Kurt. I love you. I love you more than life itself. You're my world…and what I did was so awful. I should've trusted you. You've always been there for me and when you needed me most…I wasn't there."
"I'm so sorry and I love you. I would love to talk to you soon."
"…I really hope you weren't serious about us being done. If you were, then I'm going to fight. I'm going to fight to get you back. I can't lose you, Kurt. You're my everything…"
"I love you…so, so much…"
End of message. To save this message, press 1. To listen to the message again, press 2. To delete this message, press 3.
Glasz eyes blinked and a tear fell onto the pillow.
"…"
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"Kurt, you okay, bud?"
"…I'll be okay."