Here's a new chappie to tide you over for a while.
"Blaine, come on, tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing." Kurt frowned, rubbing small circles into Blaine's back.
"You're not acting like yourself." Kurt glanced around, and when he was sure no one was looking, planted a kiss on Blaine's cheek. He drew back, holding his breath and waiting for the taunting that almost always occurred after their PDA at school. There was none. Blaine smiled.
"I'm fine, really. Just-" he paused for a moment, thinking up a good lie- "Stupid dog outside my window last night wouldn't shut up. Didn't get any sleep." Kurt thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"Come on, it's time for Theater." The two walked into the room, setting their bags down and grabbing their binders off the shelf. The class was filled with laughter, with acceptance, almost like glee club. They grabbed some music stands (conveniently stolen from the band room) and set them up so they could read their monologues hands free.
Blaine lingered on his binder a little longer than necessary, not realizing that he was spacing out.
He got the text messages at eight o' clock that night.
Hey, sexy ;) miss me yet?
Ignoring me? That's sweet. I had fun today, can't wait to do it again.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Blaine jumped at the last text, considering storming down the hallway and running into Kurt's room to confess everything. He decided against it.
"Blaine?" The entire class looked up to Mrs. Pillsbury, who stood in the doorway. "Your father is here to pick you up."
"What? Why?" He asked, slowly closing his theater binder.
"You're transferring back to Dalton."
Okay. There. It sucked. I know. Don't expect another one for a little while. I have a couple of other projects I'm working on, and this one is being pushed aside until inspiration strikes. Which it has, as you can tell by this short 300 word chapter-drabble-thing.
Hope it satisfied your hunger.
Klainbows and Klisses :)