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Blaine’s phone chirps at 8, ungodly early for Saturday if you ask him. He considers ignoring the call, especially since it’s from a number he doesn’t know, but eventually he picks it up and mumbles into the phone, half-asleep still.

“Mmph?”

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead. Still not a morning person, I see?” Kurt’s voice is awfully ( Read more... )

A/N: First of all: no, I haven't forgotten about "... for life", and yes, it will be continued. It's just that my muse felt the need to tell me how little she appreciates working on a schedule, and then turned her perky butt at the story and bounced off to play with plot bunnies. Effect? One story written (proof below), two half-done (about 15 000 ( Read more... )

A/N: That’s it; the end of a long, tough journey. Thank you for reading, for letting this story move you, for commenting. I’m sorry if I didn’t answer your comments - sometimes it’s a choice between spending the small window of free time responding to them or writing some more. Writing usually wins. So each and every sentence of any of my stories ( Read more... )

22.

By next Saturday they are both pretty much used to the ebb and flow of Blaine’s moods and symptoms, and no longer so afraid of them. They’ve been cooped up in the Andersons’ house since Kurt arrived because Blaine’s felt either too tired or too anxious to get out - except for the therapy sessions - or have friends over. And since his parents are ( Read more... )

21.

It doesn’t get much easier after this weekend, even though the therapist assures them that the side effects like insomnia and anxiety should slowly taper off. At least there are hours when Blaine feels fine apart from this numb, unreal feeling that he has pretty much constantly now. They try to make the most of them, preparing Blaine’s ( Read more... )

Trigger warning: Panic attack
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20.

Sunday morning isn’t bad; there are even moments when it feels wonderful. They’re in no hurry, so there’s cuddling in bed with Blaine and talking for over an hour before finally getting up; making breakfast together and the ( Read more... )

19.

It doesn’t go too well.

“What do you mean you’re taking a year off? Just like that, without even discussing it with us? And mere months after you started, too? I thought this school was your dream!”

Burt is pacing the kitchen, agitated and upset. Carole sits quietly by the table, listening. Kurt called before he set off - after all, he doesn’t ( Read more... )

18.

Kurt is so angry at himself he kind of wishes he could kick himself in the ass - hard. How could he have been so stupid? He was right here, he saw the changes in Blaine, he could have done something almost a week ago, instead of getting defensive and anxious and avoiding the topic. Does he really trust Blaine that little that he doubted his ( Read more... )

17.

Blaine wants to cry, everything stuffed inside for months choking him, but he can’t. He wants to let go, to stop trying, there’s simply too much of everything; things and feelings and hate, pain and guilt. He’s tried so hard to keep it all in that now he just can’t stop, even though he wants to. Even his voice has trouble getting through, coming ( Read more... )

16.

Kurt managed not to focus on Blaine all day yesterday, busy organizing everything, but now, sitting idly on the plane, he suddenly can’t think about anything else. It’s been 24 hours since they talked; Blaine’s probably been feeling terrible. Kurt can’t help but remember his breaking voice, how lost he sounded, how unhappy - both on the phone ( Read more... )