Pick up. Come on.
Please, Kurt. Please pick up, please.
“Hello? Blaine, honey! I have so much to tell you!”
Blaine’s smile widenend, then faltered, then widened again. “Actually, I—”
“Guess where I am right now!”
Silence. All Blaine could hear were his own selfish thoughts.
I called you, can’t you just ask why I called?
You should be listening to me.
“Come on! Guess!”
Blaine shook his head and tried to focus on the line. The static was interlaced with voices, laughter, and the occasional clinking of glasses. “Umm, a party?”
“No, sweetie, it’s work! I’ve been promoted!”
“Oh, that’s great—”
“New York is incredible,” Kurt said, voice breathless with excitement. “I can’t wait for you to see it.”
Blaine’s empty, unfocused stare was broken as Marley walked past him, pointed at his collar, and flashed him a thumbs-up. He nodded and watched her join the others at the table, all gesturing towards Blaine and beckoning him to come over.
“Listen, Kurt, I think if I borrow some cash from Coop I can… I can fly over next weekend.”
The bowtie is a metaphor.
“That would be amazing! I’ll tell Rachel!”
The bowtie is you, Kurt.
You just don’t fit anymore.
“I can’t wait!”
Blaine’s fingers went up to his neck, where the collar was loose and a little crumpled. It felt free and weird and new and wrong and everything at once.
“Goodbye.” Blaine snapped his phone shut, tears stinging behind his eyes. “Goodbye, Kurt.”