Summary: After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.
Tropes/Genres: Angst, Reconciliation, Grief, Alcoholism, Mentions of Major Character Death
A/N: SO I’m TRYING SOMETHING NEW. Ya girl has been obsessed with the Stick Season album by Noah Kahan for a while now, and there are 14 songs and 14 days for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentines challenge so I’m merging the two bc why tf not I guess??
Every day, I’ll write a Drabble or short one-shot based on the summary above, and the song from Stick Season will be picked through a random number generator—so things might not necessarily go in chronological order! I’m a little late as today is the 2nd so I will try to catch up when I can!
Track 2: Stick Season // Day 1: Lovely Day by Bill Withers
It’s been six months since Kurt left Lima without a trace.
Six months since Blaine started counting the seconds between thoughts of Kurt. Considering he’s almost made it a full twenty four hours, he’d say he’s getting better.
He’s at the supermarket and Bill Withers is serenading him to the tune of Lovely Day, and for a moment, Blaine thinks it actually might be one.
Carole looks different than the last time Blaine saw her, standing on the Hummel front porch, trying to find the delicate balance between offering condolences and pleading for any scraps of information on where her step son might be. Her eyes were sunken in, then, hair pulled back in a ponytail that hadn’t been washed in several days.
Now, she’s still missing that radiant glow she emanated before her son died, but she seems better than before, standing in front of the grocery store window, as she picks up an avocado, testing the firmness.
Blaine wants to walk away. He should, really. Kurt made it abundantly clear that there was no room in his life for him, why would Carole have any? Surely, she’s forgotten about his existence just like Kurt has.
Still, something compels him to walk over and gently place a hand on her arm. “Carole,” he says softly. “Hi.”
She turns to him, surprise in her eyes. “Oh, sweetie, hi.” She moves to wrap her arms around him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages. How are you?”
“I’m good. Better. How are you?”
“I could say the same. I miss him. I miss them both.”
That is the understatement of the century.
Blaine’s always had this illusion that if he could pile enough good and warm and bright on all his shit, maybe, just maybe it would cancel out the darkness and bitterness he inherited from his father. He thought Kurt was that brightness—so naturally moral and compassionate that Blaine was certain even the smallest bit of his light would be enough to cast out the shadows that haunt Blaine’s mind.
Instead, Kurt lied, promising Blaine that he was everything. Then he kept on driving forward, leaving their future behind.
Rain patters on the large window by the front of the produce section. “Looks like a storm’s coming,” Carole notes.
Blaine restarts the internal counter he has. After all, he always sees Kurt when it rains.
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