Blaine has gone to war
He left yesterday morning
With a group of other men
I kiss him goodbye in our house
For I cannot kiss him in public
Like the other girls
Can kiss their husbands
Because as far as anyone knows
We are just friends
And that's all they will know
I worry
I worry a lot
I worry for him
I hope he comes home soon
It's been a month since Blaine left
For the great war
I can't do anything
But worry about him
I hope he comes home soon
More months pass
I don't write him a letter
In fear of no reply
He doesn't write me one either
I try not to think about why he doesn't
It makes me scared
I hope he comes home soon
I don't count days anymore
There's no point
It just makes me sad
And when I am sad
I curl up into the bed
Blaine used to share with me
And cry
I hope he comes home soon
It feels as though centuries have passed
When they announce that the soldiers are coming home
He is coming home soon
I stand at the waiting area
Where the soldiers are being dropped off
I wait for hours
And hours
He doesn't come
I go home and check the mail
The mail I've been too scared to check
There is a letter
I open it
It says the words I was always scared of hearing
I go inside my house
And lie on the bed
Blaine used to share with me
Before he died
I wish he would come home
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I Hope He Comes Home Soon
PoetrySet during WWI. Blaine is going to war, and Kurt is staying at home, waiting until he can see Blaine again. Poetry. Character death. This is my first fanfic, so comments are appreciated.