LOVERS THAT WENT WRONG → KLAINE
INVOLVED: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel
LOCATION: Kurt and Blaine's Apartment
TIMEFRAME: Saturday, 9pm
PLOT: Kurt is repeatedly unable to attend Blaine's gigs and Blaine has had enough.
KURT HUMMEL:
The day had been long and tiring, as many others before it had been and the ones following would be; but Kurt loved it. He adored the feeling of being productive, of finally realising his dreams rather than being on the backseat of someone else’s fortune. As he arrived at his and Blaine’s apartment and wrestled the key into the lock for the final time that day, he felt an overwhelming exhaustion that could only be experienced after a day of extreme creativity.
Closing the door behind him, Kurt exhaled contentedly as he collapsed onto their cream coloured couch and began to bury himself under the rug that they always kept nearby. Oddly unnerved by the rare silence that permeated the apartment, Kurt reached for the copy of Coco Chanel’s autobiography that was resting on the glass coffee table. He had been devouring it quickly last he remembered reading it, but it had been a very long time since he had been able to have any time to himself. It had been a long time since he’d been able to be even a little selfish. For a long time, everything he had, everything he was, had been put into the relationship between himself and Blaine.
Blaine was at a gig tonight at a local restaurant. He had been doing that a lot lately and Kurt wasn’t sure how much he liked it. He knew that Blaine enjoyed his little coffee shop gigs, but to put it simply, Kurt was concerned. Back in high school, if he had been able to choose one person who could succeed in the performing arts business…well, it would have been Rachel. But if he could have chosen two, the second place would no doubt be occupied by Blaine. Blaine had been so fearless, so incredibly talented. He had star quality. He could have been so successful had he been less afraid to try and to take risks. He was playing it safe, escaping into his shell of easily scheduled coffee shop performances, making mediocre money for incredible talent. He could have been doing so much more, but instead his potential was being squandered. Wasted. Kurt could never tell him this, of course. He knew how sensitive Blaine was and he did not want to provoke an argument.
At the same time though, Kurt knew that he was not being very supportive. He had been working very hard on the musical for the last couple of months, first on the audition and call backs; and now on the rehearsals themselves. However, he could not pretend that he had been prioritising his husband over them. When his co-stars wanted to go for dinner or drinks or to a club at the end of the day, Kurt went with them. At first, he had told himself that it was because he wanted to become acquainted with his co-workers, but later he realised that he had been avoiding arguing with Blaine by simply not being there, all the while voicing his disapproval of Blaine’s career choice without having to say a word.
As Kurt heard the key jimmying inside the lock, he felt his chest seize up. Somehow he knew that tonight was the night when everything would come out into the open. But it was unavoidable. He had been avoiding the subject for too long. The inevitable had arrived on his doorstep. And Kurt was terrified of the consequences.
