Klaine Oneshots

Missent

Kurt sighed, laying back on his bed and staring at his History textbook as if willing his essay to write itself. He had spent his whole afternoon on his own trying to get it done and had finally given up, admitting he needed help. Perhaps when Blaine got back -

Kurt shook his head, trying to keep his attention off his attractive friend. For the first time since Kurt had started attending Dalton, he hadn't gone home for the weekend. Burt and Carole had gone to visit Carole's sister and Finn was staying at Puck's place. So Kurt had stayed back, looking forward to seeing what Dalton was like on a weekend and being able to spend more time with Blaine.

But, in a strange twist, Blaine had gone home for the first weekend in a couple of months. He normally didn't as his parents were in the next state, but they had called him a few nights earlier, saying his younger brother was receiving some kind of award that weekend and they had already booked his tickets to come over. So, as usual, the two boys said goodbye on the Friday night, except this time it was at an airport - Blaine hadn't wanted to pay for two days of parking - and Kurt was left alone at Dalton. Sure, Wes, David and Thad had stayed, but they were in full Warbler council member mode, trying to organize everything for Regionals and while Kurt had attempted to hang out with them, he had escaped after half an hour of breaking down the lyrics of Pink's Raise Your Glass and trying to figure out what every single word meant.

So now he found himself alone. Sighing again, Kurt sat up and grabbed his phone.

'Cedes? What are you up to? - Kurt

Mercedes had offered to let Kurt stay at her place for the weekend but he had declined, knowing her parents were still slightly uncomfortable with the idea of any guy sleeping in her room, even if he were gay.

Shopping with Quinn. She says hi. What's happening, white boy? - M

Kurt raised an eyebrow, still finding the friendship between the two girls a bit strange, but typed back, happy to finally have someone to talk to.

Bored out of my head. Can't make this essay work and Warbler council are psycho about setlists so I'm not hanging with them - Kurt

What time is Blaine getting back? - M

A couple of hours. Wes is picking him up though, so I'll see him around 5ish - Kurt

Kurt looked at the time on his phone. 1:13. He knew Blaine was sitting on a plane at the moment and his heart quickened for a second thinking of him before he pushed it down. He was well aware of how he felt for his friend, but also incredibly aware that Blaine saw him as nothing but another friend.

As if reading his mind, Mercedes texted again.

You miss him, don't you? - M

Yeah, just like I miss you girls when I'm not with you - Kurt

He thought he'd deflected that one pretty well, but apparently not.

Yeah, right. It's exactly the same, isn't it Kurt? Come on, level with me, I know you like him - M

Well, crap.

Kurt thought he had done a great job at hiding his feelings from everybody. He had stubbornly refused to talk to anybody about Blaine unless they asked how he was, in which case it was a simple answer. But somehow, Mercedes had seen through it. He closed the text and put his phone down while he considered his options.

It would be good to talk to someone about it, he thought to himself. And Mercedes is my best friend.

Okay, Kurt thought, grabbing his phone. He quickly opened a new text