[Going away to college is all about trying new things. Things like alcohol. Kurt had been very, very drunk when he'd kissed that guy, He doesn't remember his name, and in all honesty, doesn't even remember the kiss. He'd deny all responsibility if it weren't for the pictures that found their way onto Facebook before he could stop them, tagged so that Blaine had full access.
He'd been phoning constantly ever since, needing to apologise, explain himself, beg for another chance. But all he gets is voicemail, and he's run out of ways to say sorry. So he's just going to keep calling, in the hope that, just maybe, Blaine will take some pity and actually answer.]
[Absolutely nothing in his entire life felt like the way his heart felt when he saw those pictures, his entire body going cold, blinking over and over as if he could make the evidence disappear. He lets the calls go to voicemail, unsure what to say, feeling more angry and hurt by the minute, tears stinging his eyes.
It rings again. He picks up his phone, ready to throw it across the room, hoping it will break and shut the hell up. Instead, he decides, in a quick flash, to answer, finish this relationship once and for all. So he could move on, and salvage what was left of his heart.]
What do you want, Kurt? [He says, his voice clipped, monotone]
[Even though he's finally got Blaine on the phone, Kurt is silent for a moment, unsure of what on earth he can say to repair this. He doesn't know if that's even possible. When he does get words out, it's with a voice trembling with tears.]
I'm sure you are. Sorry you were caught. [Blaine says, feeling sick inside, knowing he's being unkind, but he doesn't know how to be any other way right now.]
You threw away our relationship for someone you don't know and don't remember. That's awesome, Kurt. I'm so happy for you. [He said icily] If you are looking to try and feel better about yourself, you called the wrong person.
[He presses the phone closer to his ear, as if somehow that's the same as pulling Blaine closer. He needs to see his boyfriend, face to face, can't explain his anguish properly over the phone.]
I can't... y-you're my everything. I love you. Please, I'm so sorry. Please... give me another chance.
Kurt, no. This will always be between us, always. And what about next time, when you call to tell me you accidentally blew some guy in a gas station bathroom? Accidentally screwed your TA? Fuck it. I loved you, Kurt, I wanted to marry you, but no, you just kissed the first gay guy you meet at a party, all happy with your new college life without me in it. Well fine, just keep living it without me! [Blaine sobbed into the phone, breaking down]
B-Blaine. I still love you! I still want to marry you! This doesn't have to... please, it doesn't have to change anything. It doesn't change how I feel about you. I still... I miss you, more than anything.
And it's not like... it's not as if I'm the only one who's done something stupid after a few beers.
[There was silence on the other end of the line as Blaine took that in. At first, feeling the pang in his heart at the thought of living without Kurt, of the future they had planned together...then of the turn-about accusation, which took him by surprise.]
Really? Really? You are really bringing that up? Screw you, Kurt Hummel. [He clicked off the phone, throwing it across the room where it landed on his bed. He was impulsed to want to get up and throw it again so it would break, but it was too much effort. Instead he wrapped his arms around himself and just cried.]
[Kurt wails down the phone, even if Blaine's already hung up. He's sobbing as he hits redial, hoping against hope he'll get yet another chance to talk to the other boy.]
[It's on the tip of Kurt's tongue to beg no, to demand that they carry on as normal. But he stops himself just in time, knowing that he has to give Blaine what he wants if he has any chance of salvaging this relationship. If Blaine needs a break... well, it's better than an outright break up, here and now.]
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He'd been phoning constantly ever since, needing to apologise, explain himself, beg for another chance. But all he gets is voicemail, and he's run out of ways to say sorry. So he's just going to keep calling, in the hope that, just maybe, Blaine will take some pity and actually answer.]
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It rings again. He picks up his phone, ready to throw it across the room, hoping it will break and shut the hell up. Instead, he decides, in a quick flash, to answer, finish this relationship once and for all. So he could move on, and salvage what was left of his heart.]
What do you want, Kurt? [He says, his voice clipped, monotone]
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I'm so sorry.
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I'm sorry I did it. I'm sorry I kissed someone else. I'm sorry I got drunk. I'm sorry I went out that night at all. I shouldn't've...
God, Blaine, I don't even know who he was. I don't remember anything.
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[He presses the phone closer to his ear, as if somehow that's the same as pulling Blaine closer. He needs to see his boyfriend, face to face, can't explain his anguish properly over the phone.]
I can't... y-you're my everything. I love you. Please, I'm so sorry. Please... give me another chance.
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And it's not like... it's not as if I'm the only one who's done something stupid after a few beers.
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Really? Really? You are really bringing that up? Screw you, Kurt Hummel. [He clicked off the phone, throwing it across the room where it landed on his bed. He was impulsed to want to get up and throw it again so it would break, but it was too much effort. Instead he wrapped his arms around himself and just cried.]
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[Kurt wails down the phone, even if Blaine's already hung up. He's sobbing as he hits redial, hoping against hope he'll get yet another chance to talk to the other boy.]
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[It's Kurt's turn to sob down the phone.]
I love you s-so much.
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I-if... if that's what you want. H-how long?
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