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brittakenesis:

She is an inspiration. ♥

She’s so beautiful too.

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Blaine had stopped driving, his eyes were blurry with tears he couldn’t hold back anymore. He felt pathetic like this. He usually wasn’t much of a crier but he had just lost everything that ever mattered to him. He didn’t give a fuck about his family anymore, had learned to live without them when they didn’t even carewhen he left.
His father was too drunk to get up from the couch, his mother to busy preparing dinner to even notice when he and Kurt had arrived to pick up his stuff. His father had snarled  a little, yelling insults, telling him that if he had chosen someone like Kurt he’d might as well taken a girl and Blaine had slapped him across the face, glad his motor skills weren’t the best in his state as he tried to grab him for a punch and yelled at him for being a fag all over again.

The boy had bitten his lip and swallowed his tears, his pain, his anger for Kurt’s sake. He didn’t want to lose it in front of him. He didn’t want to punch a wall and break his fingers like he did once before. He wanted to be strong for once when he couldn’t feel like it one bit.

Blaine had apologized, had told Kurt he hadn’t meant it but he would brush it off and the younger boy would feel miserable.

After all it had been for the better and now in fact. It didn’t matter anymore.

He couldn’t go home. He couldn’t go to where his real home was. He was pretty much left all over again.

A heavy sob ripped through his body and he muttered a breathy “Fuck…”, leaning his head back against his seat. The hazel-eyed rubbed his temples with a groan and suddenly it hit him. He had been weak all over again and yet he had promised himself that he couldn’t have that happen ever again.

He wiped away his tears and started the engine again, he knew Kurt was working but it couldn’t wait and he didn’t deserve to be treated with care after all the things he had said to him. Blaine drove fast, too fast to the bar Kurt was working in. He was a bartender and Blaine couldn’t hold back the jealousy that creeped through his body when he remembered how Kurt had told him how easy it was to get laid like that. He shook his head, pulling into the parking lot, stilling his car.

Blaine walked inside, smiling softly. He had been here a lot of times before, mostly with Kurt when he didn’t feel like staying at home. He had always loved the atmosphere. Watching the dancers for a second before he shook his head. Blaine was there for a reason after all. He went over to the counter, seeing Kurt serve and he could tell he was concentrating on mixing drinks and watching the performances, talking to people, too lost in the rush of it all to notice him. He walked over, his feet dragging and heart racing. His hair was a mess, he could tell.

“One vodka tonic, please.” He ordered, his eyes fixing Kurt, biting his lip as he waited for him to look up.

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ooc| I KNOWWWW DX But! On a plus side…I do love my new icon for Kurt. xD

ooc| What is?! T___T *hugs* Oh the Klaine creys?! DXX