Well, hi there. You've stumbled onto the blog of one Blaine Anderson. I'm 22 and on what you could call a little break from reality, in none other than Paris. Just taking it day by day, and looking forward to what's ahead. Oh and I kind of have a thing for music. Traveled here with my best friend Sam so it's pretty awesome. And taken by the ever so lovely Kurt. I think I'm pretty nice so feel free to drop me a line. |
Kurt was amazing. He always would have been and really was that great sense of support. But he wasn’t Sam. He wasn’t his best friend that he’d known for years upon years and who often knew him better them himself. Kurt had long fallen asleep in the double bed at Cooper’s apartment and Blaine took the chance to make his way into the study and settled down on one of the office chairs as he started up the computer. He couldn’t be bothered trying to figure out what time it was in Paris and just hoped for the best as entered his login details for skype and waited with baited breath to see if Sam was online. His face fell as he realised Sam’s name wasn’t flashing green and he lounged back in the leather chair to send a quick text to his best friend, just asking if they could skype. He often felt a little bit needy and dependant and honestly since the accident had been avoiding Sam. They’d had perhaps one night watching movies together but that was it and it was strange. But then today happened and Blaine had missed his best friend dreadfully. Sam knew how to deal with his parents, how to deal with Cooper, how to deal with him when he was upset. And Kurt. Was Kurt. They’d held hands, hugged. Everything boyfriends were supposed to do. But today was hard. It was harder than he’d imagined and it had taken everything not to fall apart at the funeral. And then they’d gotten back to Coopers apartment and locked themselves away in the spare bedroom. Kurt just whispering those sweet nothings into his ear and holding him close. But it didn’t seem enough. He wanted Sam.
He settled into his chair as he waited for some kind of response. It wasn’t like he could be sleeping anyway, there were just so many thoughts rushing through his head. After reblogging a few depressing posts on tumblr, he turned on the camera to take a look at himself, something he hadn’t done since the start of the day. He looked exactly as he thought he would..exhausted, tired and he could actually see his bloodshot eyes. Blaine thought for a minute about cleaning up but disregarded it knowing Sam wouldn’t care and just hoping he could talk to the other boy sometime soon.
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Laughing a little, Sam rubbed the back of his neck and messed up his hair even more on the way. ”Yeah, but don’t worry...
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Blaine couldn’t help but crack a smile when the ringing started from skype signalling that Sam was calling him. He’d...
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