THIS IS AN ARCHIVE NOW

Sing Out This Song and I’ll Be There by Your Side 4x15 reaction ficlet. Warning for nothing but boys being sad. ~1,700 words.

Kurt jumps where he’s sitting in his bed, spending one of the rare hours the apartment is actually empty with reading a book, when his phone rings, Blaine’s ring tone breaking the silence.

He reaches for it where’s it’s laying on his bedside table and takes a moment to just stare at Blaine’s face. It’s not a picture of them anymore, just one he took of Blaine at the wedding, smiling widely and giving the camera two thumbs up (since Kurt said, ‘Come on, come on, look as happy as possible!’ and Blaine always gives his all).

It’s not a call he’s looking forward to, but he doesn’t have a reason not to answer either. He clears his throat and hits answer, tries to sound as casual as ever when he answers with a, “Hello?”

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(warning for prostitution!!! ~2,000 words)

Kurt’s already on the bed when Blaine stumbles into his hotel room and shrugs off his leather jacket – studded and way too warm to wear in July, but it’s his favourite for when he’s doing interviews – and rubs a hand over his face.

He’s tired and drained after having shows every night for a week now, and mostly, all he wants to do is sleep. He almost canceled; thought about asking his manager to go find Kurt and tell him that Blaine would still pay him even if he got out of the room – but Kurt is the only thing that makes him feel even slightly good when he comes back down after being on the stage nowadays.

So, Blaine figured that the only thing worse than meeting Kurt instead of just collapsing on his bed right away would be to… well, not meet Kurt.

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