I walked inside the house and sighed shutting the door behind me. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a box of instant mac & cheese from the pantry, ripped it open, flung all of the ingredients together and put it in the microwave for 6 minutes. As my food was heating up I glanced around the kitchen. It was a mess. I hadn't touched anything but the microwave for a week now. There was still a big pot filled with congealed spaghetti and a small saucepan which probably had moldy sauce by now. I sniffled and layed my head in my arms. It took all the strength I had not to cry but apparently I wasn't strong enough. I wanted to call for my dad to come tell me everything would be okay. But it doesn't matter because he can't hear me and I can't hear him. The microwave beeped but I didn't get up. The phone started ringing right after but I let it go to voicemail. Bad idea. I had completely forgotten the voicemail was of my dad.
"Hey this is the Hudson-Hummel's. We can't get to the phone right now because we are having to much fun together. Please leave a message." Then I lost it. The combination of the silent house, the old food, the voicemail it was all to much. I ran into the bathroom and flung cold water on my face to see if that would calm me down. I looked in the mirror and didn't even see myself anymore. I looked terrible. A tiny squeak emerged from the back of my throat and tears filled my eyes again.
Then someone knocked on the door. What? Who could that possibly be? I glanced in the mirror again and tried to fix myself as best as I could so at least looked somewhat presentable. They knocked again. Geez people have no patience. I rushed to the front door and flung it open. "What do you-" I started yelling but then I realized who it was. "Oh. Blaine. Hi." I mumbled. His eyes got wide and my face turned beet red. "Sorry for yelling. I thought you were someone else."
"It's fine." He said obviously still a bit shocked. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."
"Yea. I'm fine." I lied. He gave me a skeptical look.
"Really?" He asked. My face crumpled and tears started flowing. "Come here." Blaine gestured with open arms. I thought about it for a second and then flung myself into his arms. I buried my face in his shoulder and just cried. "Shh it's going to be okay. I'm here for you." He whispered in my ear. I deeply inhaled his scent and somehow the mix of calogne, coffee and a hitnt of something like mint or cloves was enough to calm me down.
At least I know one thing. I love this boy and he will be mine.
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It's Always Been You
FanfictionBoth Kurt and Blaine are struggling in their lives right now. Kurt is dealing with his fathers death and being abandoned by Finn and Carole, and he has to accept the fact that Blaine is just in a relationship. But unknown to Kurt, Blaine's relations...
