All's Well That Ends Well

Cornelia Street

Kurt hadn't expected Adam to reply so soon, so he didn't have enough time to figure out how he wanted to leave. Right now, Blaine was still supposedly up on the roof, so he could have enough time to fill up the two duffel bags with clothes until he could come back for the rest of the boxes. It's not that he was avoiding Blaine, he just didn't want to have to face him on the way out, because he knew that it would only make him want to stay.

Fine, he may have been avoiding Blaine.

Pulling himself out of bed, Kurt stalks over to the closet, opening the door and pulling out the two duffel bags inside. He goes to one of the drawers and pulls out clothes at random, not really caring what he gets, just as long as it's enough to last a few weeks until he can come back for the rest. He really wasn't sure when he was coming back, but he knew that if he actually left, he'd wouldn't be able to walk Cornelia Street for a long while, not with Blaine here. Part of him didn't even want to leave, but he couldn't take another let down from someone he loved so much.

Love. It's a funny thing, isn't it?

Only a few months ago, Kurt was sitting in this exact same bedroom, wondering how he could get out of a horrible situation with someone he hated so much. Today, he was doing the exact same thing, but the feeling of hatred was quickly replaced by the bitter reality of loving someone, and it felt worse than it did when he hated him. Kurt really wished he could just go back to hating him. Blaine was just so… Blaine, and that’s exactly what he loved so much. But love and trust don’t go hand in hand with one another, and Kurt didn’t trust Blaine enough to be sure that something like this wouldn’t happen again. That's what relationships are about, right? Trust. Kurt didn’t have it in him to trust Blaine.

Once he finished packing, he rushed downstairs to put the bags in his car, willing the elevator to move faster. He got back to the apartment just in time, because as soon as he made it back to the bedroom, he heard Blaine coming through the door and slamming it shut behind himself. Kurt knew that he should have told Blaine about him leaving, but he wasn't even sure if they were broken up. Their relationship started... odd, but everything seemed so new that they never thought to think anything out. They were a blank slate, a fresh page, filling in the blanks as they went on, and somehow, they messed it up, so Kurt only had two choices. He could have taken the lesser of two evils, but he knew that it could only cause more pain. It was what he had to do. 

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When the early morning came, Kurt lied in bed, unable to do anything but let his brain run wild, fighting himself to figure out the pros and cons of leaving. On one hand, he wouldn't have to deal with the constant yelling and fighting, or anymore hurtful words that would inevitably slip from their minds and out of their mouths. But on the other, slightly larger, heavier and more prominent hand that had been weighing him down for days, he'd be leaving Blaine- for good this time- and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that. He wasn't sure of anything.

Sighing, he rolled out of bed, figuring that during the time it'd take him to get showered and dressed, he'd have his mind made already.

His shower was quick, and Kurt threw on sweatpants and a plain black shirt, not bothering to fix his hair up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his old McKinley High hoodie, the one he gave to Blaine. Kurt walked over to the dresser where it sat upon and took it in his hands, but figured that he wouldn't take it, Blaine would wear it more than he ever would.

The apartment was quiet, an uncomfortable silence that Kurt used to let himself revel in now felt heavy, weighing down on him and making the reality of his situation all the more clear. There were other options, he was sure that there were, but nothing in his mind made more sense than simply leaving, even if it meant everything with Blaine would be left behind in this apartment. Kurt was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door closing, and he heard the shower start, meaning that Blaine would be in there for at least fifteen minutes. Now was his chance, he could leave without having to face Blaine, which would probably be the best, for the both of them.