Kurt didn't wait for them, and as much as he loved his friends, he didn't even care if they were going to follow him or not. He fought his way out of the tangle of blankets he had gotten himself into and actually nearly tripped and fell on them. He caught himself before he did, though, and just took off out of the bungalow. He didn't care if he was in his pyjamas and barefoot. He ran up the beach, oblivious to the sand burning his soles. He was running so fast, he tripped no less than three times and twisted his ankle on the third. It didn't stop him.
His ears were ringing loudly and his heart was pounding in his chest. The tears falling were cooling on his face in the sea breeze as he ran, and by this point, he still actually wasn't convinced he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. It didn't feel real, it didn't sound real. He had hoped like hell for this day for so long, and it had just never came. He never stopped hoping it would come, but there was a huge part of him that believed it would never come either.
He stumbled up the stairs to Puck and Mike's bungalow from the beach and tripped on the top step in his haste, causing him to land heavily on his knees on the deck. He scraped up his palms and knees, and if this happened without the mental block of getting to Blaine right now, it would have hurt like a bitch. He stayed there on his knees for a moment, shocked at the fall, but pushed himself up and threw himself through the bungalow door with a pained cry of, "BLAINE!" It was a desperate wail, and he looked around, but the room was empty. Blaine wasn't there. They lied to him.
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His ears were ringing loudly and his heart was pounding in his chest. The tears falling were cooling on his face in the sea breeze as he ran, and by this point, he still actually wasn't convinced he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. It didn't feel real, it didn't sound real. He had hoped like hell for this day for so long, and it had just never came. He never stopped hoping it would come, but there was a huge part of him that believed it would never come either.
He stumbled up the stairs to Puck and Mike's bungalow from the beach and tripped on the top step in his haste, causing him to land heavily on his knees on the deck. He scraped up his palms and knees, and if this happened without the mental block of getting to Blaine right now, it would have hurt like a bitch. He stayed there on his knees for a moment, shocked at the fall, but pushed himself up and threw himself through the bungalow door with a pained cry of, "BLAINE!" It was a desperate wail, and he looked around, but the room was empty. Blaine wasn't there. They lied to him.