Santana rubbed her eyes which were crusty from crying all night. She let out a deep breathe and tried to collect herself while she tapped her fingers on her leg. She looked at her rose alarm clock which read 5:30 A.M. She let out an exasperated breathe, knowing it was much too early to be awake. That was when she saw the bouquet of roses Blaine had donné her last night. She fell back on her oreiller and quickly wiped away a few tears before they fell. Once plus she sat up, yawned, and jumped out of bed. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower's water. She felt like she was hung-over, even though she knew she wasn't. She hadn't had alcohol in over a year. After Blaine told her he couldn't be with her, she didn't feel sad. She most certainly didn't feel happy. She had felt numb, while tears cascaded down her face. It was the weirdest she'd ever felt. She had a pain in her chest, her cœur, coeur literally ached. All her emotion was now catching up to her. Her head felt heavy, as did her arms, legs and every thing else she tried to move. Before she could let her thoughts get to her, she pulled off her pajamas and went into the water, allowing the warm water cleanse her body as well as her heart.
Meanwhile, at Dalton Academy, Blaine had a similar feeling. He walked through the long holidays with his red and blue tie not tied, but around his neck. He yawned widely, he slept less than an heure last night and it was beginning to catch up to him. Once in the room where the Warblers usually practiced, he threw some papers down on the wooden desk. He let out a deep breathe and quickly tied his tie. Dropping his head on the bureau which caused a loud echo, he heard Kurt's voice, "What's the matter? Are toi having a stroke?" Kurt laughed, expecting Blaine to laugh too. "What's the matter?"
"Not in the mood Kurt." Came Blaine's muffled voice. His head was still rested on the table. He blinked to stop his tears. Not in front of Kurt. Not in front of Santana. Not in front of anyone. No crying.
"Well, toi should be. I brought toi coffee." Blaine felt Kurt rubbing his back. Then he heard the coffee cup being laid on the table.
"Thank you." Blaine didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic, but it did. Knowing that Kurt was still there and wasn't going to leave anytime soon, Blaine sat up straight.
"Ah! What happened?" Kurt said, referring to Blaine's eyes being red.
"Nothing." Blaine a dit as he quickly organized the lyric sheets for the day's songs. "I'm just-I'm just-" He pulled a tissue from his blazer pocket and dabbed at his eyes, "Tired. That's all."
"Are toi sure…?" Kurt a dit hesitantly.
"Yea." Blaine said. He looked down at the papers when he silently cried. Kurt stared at him but made no efforts to speak. He knew why Blaine was upset, Santana Lopez.
Meanwhile, at Dalton Academy, Blaine had a similar feeling. He walked through the long holidays with his red and blue tie not tied, but around his neck. He yawned widely, he slept less than an heure last night and it was beginning to catch up to him. Once in the room where the Warblers usually practiced, he threw some papers down on the wooden desk. He let out a deep breathe and quickly tied his tie. Dropping his head on the bureau which caused a loud echo, he heard Kurt's voice, "What's the matter? Are toi having a stroke?" Kurt laughed, expecting Blaine to laugh too. "What's the matter?"
"Not in the mood Kurt." Came Blaine's muffled voice. His head was still rested on the table. He blinked to stop his tears. Not in front of Kurt. Not in front of Santana. Not in front of anyone. No crying.
"Well, toi should be. I brought toi coffee." Blaine felt Kurt rubbing his back. Then he heard the coffee cup being laid on the table.
"Thank you." Blaine didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic, but it did. Knowing that Kurt was still there and wasn't going to leave anytime soon, Blaine sat up straight.
"Ah! What happened?" Kurt said, referring to Blaine's eyes being red.
"Nothing." Blaine a dit as he quickly organized the lyric sheets for the day's songs. "I'm just-I'm just-" He pulled a tissue from his blazer pocket and dabbed at his eyes, "Tired. That's all."
"Are toi sure…?" Kurt a dit hesitantly.
"Yea." Blaine said. He looked down at the papers when he silently cried. Kurt stared at him but made no efforts to speak. He knew why Blaine was upset, Santana Lopez.
