LLG AU

Hey. If you're awake would you mind checking in with Blaine? He kind of hates me right now, and I deserve it, and you can hate me, too, because I'd deserve that, too. But he'd talk to you and he won't to me and I'm worried about him so...

Could you just make sure he's ok? Keep an eye on him for me? Or not for me, if you end up hating me, too. For him. Something.

sent 11:15pm to Two-Tone

Denial was a powerful thing.

A couple weeks ago, Kurt had thought he was fine with the way things were. There were bumps in the road, sure, but for the most part the arrangement he had with Blaine was working out pretty well. He was able to hang on to all the benefits of being with Blaine (well, almost all - there were still a few physical boundaries Blaine wouldn't let him cross, but Kurt had been certain that was only a matter of time) without the emotional stuff - good and bad - that came with it.

And then he'd found the ring box in Blaine's car.

He knew his sudden shift from hot to cold had left Blaine confused and probably a little hurt, but it had been necessary. He couldn't keep doing that. He had to make it clear that this, being friends, was as much as he could handle right now.

Which was why they were now sitting on opposite ends of the couch upstairs as they watched a movie. Actually watched it. He had even taken the precaution of putting the popcorn bowl in between them, and snatching his hand back anytime Blaine reached for some, lest their knuckles brush. He couldn't deal with knuckle brushing. It was like a gateway drug. Started off innocent, but the next thing you knew he'd be straddling Blaine's hips and licking into his mouth, behind his teeth. Which, yes, would feel awesome... but wouldn't exactly help him in his quest to turn this into something strictly platonic.

"So, we go back to school next week..." he said, because reminding himself of their impending separation helped him to behave. "You ready?"

[Blaine laid awake for awhile, watching the slow rise and fall of Kurt's chest. He knew he should probably follow suit and let sleep overtake him, but his mind was still racing. There was still someone he needed to call. Sure, it was almost 2am.. sure, most people would have waited until morning.. but this? This was too important to wait until morning.

He quietly snuck out of their bedroom, grabbed his cell phone from the coffee table. After sitting down on the couch, he flicked through his contacts for a few moments before settling on one name in particular.

Wesley Sung]

*ring ring*