Kurt gently knocked on the door of Blaine's dorm. "Blaine? Hun, you missed breakfast. Can I come in?"
He mildly panicked, trying to not be suspicious. "Yeah."
The door opened, Kurt's heart sinking as he saw that Blaine was still in bed. He shut the door behind him, sitting on the edge of Blaine's bed. "Is something wrong?"
Jeff knew he had agreed to not play sick, but he panicked. "I'm not feeling great."
Something seemed to be broken in Kurt's eyes, like someone had thrown sand on the spark inside of them. "You want to talk about it?"
"I- no." His response was blurted out, not having had time to think through what Kurt meant.
"Hey, it's okay to say no. You know I'm not gonna force you to talk about it."
Wait. He thinks I don't feel well... mentally.
"No, Kurt, that's not what I- I- It's not what I meant," he said. "I- I just kinda want to be alone."
"I think you know as well as I do that that isn't a good idea," Kurt said quietly.
Jeff's throat went dry. "Look, I'm fine, you really don't have to."
"Blaine," he started, voice soft as ever, "you're bleeding through your sleeve."
With a sinking feeling, he looked down at his arm.
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Freaky Friday
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] TW probably for: Language Mental illness Selfharm [This was written forever ago, I would likely take it down if people didn't still enjoy it. I apologize for whatever's in here, I hardly remember. I might remaster it at some point, idk.]
