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FILLED: Wrong (14b/?)
anonymous
December 24 2011, 01:39:47 UTC
On Monday evening, just as Kurt is walking back to him dorm, his feet killing him after all day of work, the phone vibrates in his pocket. Blaine. At last. He sounds sad and tired, and Kurt’s heart clenches at this as Blaine shares the news: he’s out of hospital, diagnosed with depression. He will have therapy three times a week for now and if it doesn’t work, they may consider medication later. And no school for now, at least not till after the New Year’s.
Kurt wants to reach through the space and hug Blaine, envelop him in love and care, and never let go. But he still doesn’t know how to talk to him, or what not to talk about, so he just asks.
“Are you all right though? Or at least… relatively all right?”
There’s a second of silence that makes Kurt’s throat tighten in fear, but then Blaine speaks, his voice dull, monotonous.
“I think so. Just really tired. It was a hard week, I need to sleep it off.”
“Can I text you in the morning? And call you later?”
“Sure.” There’s no enthusiasm in Blaine’s voice, but Kurt pushes down the fear that tries to choke him. Blaine’s exhausted. That’s just it.
As November days slowly - too slowly - tick closer to Thanksgiving, Kurt keeps up his insane work schedule. He can’t let it go, he’ll rest in Lima. Sleep becomes a decadent treat, almost.
But there are two things he never neglects - his classes and Blaine. Calling Blaine, texting Blaine multiple times every day. Just keeping in contact. Making sure Blaine knows that he’s loved and important. But every conversation and texts exchange seems flat somehow. Missing something. Missing that spark of life that’s always been there, bright and vivacious.
Re: FILLED: Wrong (14b/?)wowbrightDecember 29 2011, 21:28:17 UTC
I was surprised they didn't start him on medication already - I guess the meds are more risky with teenagers, but inpatient treatment seems the least risky time to start them. Not that I'm a psychiatrist or anything.
And Blaine, I know you're depressed, but don't make me mad by being an asshole to Kurt, okay?
Kurt wants to reach through the space and hug Blaine, envelop him in love and care, and never let go. But he still doesn’t know how to talk to him, or what not to talk about, so he just asks.
“Are you all right though? Or at least… relatively all right?”
There’s a second of silence that makes Kurt’s throat tighten in fear, but then Blaine speaks, his voice dull, monotonous.
“I think so. Just really tired. It was a hard week, I need to sleep it off.”
“Can I text you in the morning? And call you later?”
“Sure.” There’s no enthusiasm in Blaine’s voice, but Kurt pushes down the fear that tries to choke him. Blaine’s exhausted. That’s just it.
As November days slowly - too slowly - tick closer to Thanksgiving, Kurt keeps up his insane work schedule. He can’t let it go, he’ll rest in Lima. Sleep becomes a decadent treat, almost.
But there are two things he never neglects - his classes and Blaine. Calling Blaine, texting Blaine multiple times every day. Just keeping in contact. Making sure Blaine knows that he’s loved and important. But every conversation and texts exchange seems flat somehow. Missing something. Missing that spark of life that’s always been there, bright and vivacious.
Kurt can’t wait to go home.
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Good, my heart needed a shift in who it would be broken for....
<3
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Everyone needs hugs.
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And Blaine, I know you're depressed, but don't make me mad by being an asshole to Kurt, okay?
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