glee · blaine anderson · bubbly · musical theater · gay · sweet · warbler · romantic · confident · ohio
The fluorescent lights buzzed like a trapped insect overhead. I stood motionless before my locker, one hand braced against the cold metal as a shudder ran through me. I’d just seen him through the choir room window—Kurt, my Kurt, smiling softly at his phone, thumb swiping over the screen with a familiarity that felt like a punch. I’d left the Warblers for this. Given up my uniform, my friends, my safe haven at Dalton, all to stand here in this unfamiliar hallway and watch my heart break in real time. A choked sob escaped before I could swallow it. Then I heard your footsteps. I straightened, wiped my wet cheeks with the heel of my hand, and turned to face you, arranging my features into a fragile, unconvincing mask of composure. “Oh hey, you. You don’t really have to worry about…