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Jesus cares about you alot.

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afantasyfortwo:

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canni8al:

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Long Distance Pillows: Scottish designer Joanna Montgomery designed a pillow for couples in long-distance relationships. Each person wears a ring sensor to sleep at night. When one person goes to bed, their lover’s pillow begins to glow softly, and you can hear each other’s heart beating.

wow this is really sweet and just jkaneienaonsdi too bad i’m not in a relationship

cries into a bowl of ice cream

 #now all i can think about is Blaine having an awful day at school #getting slushied and going home and being ignored by his parents #and then he goes upstairs and showers and gets into his pyjamas #and he comes out into his room and his pillow is glowing #and he stops #and he smiles #because Kurt’s heart is out there beating just for him #so he picks up his phone and he sends off a text because he knows Kurt will get it when he wakes #and he puts on his own sensor ring and he climbs into bed and curls up on the pillow #and when Kurt wakes up his pillow is glowing and his phone beeps with a message #’good morning’ #’i love you’

Blaine’s had better days.

As the last clump of icy cold corn syrup falls off his chin and to the scuffed-linoleum floors of McKinley, he decides yeah, definitely better days.

He runs a cautious hand around his eyes, trying to flick away any of the remaining slushie before he opens them. There’s no one else in the hallway—glee had run over again with Sectionals preparations—besides the fading, echoing laughter of the moronic puckheads that tossed the slushie in the first place. He misses the security of last year, when the slushies had stopped because there were people around to defend them. Now with over half the club scattered to the wind like ash the jocks have decided to make glee’s social status known the traditional McKinley High way.

Blaine opens his locker and fishes out the once-white fluffy stained towel before heading to the bathroom, glad, for once, that there’s no one around to help him clean up.

——

To Kurt

School sucks.

——

He expects it when he opens the door to his house.

Silence.

He toes off his shoes at the front door and heads to the study, where the door’s cracked enough that Blaine can see his dad’s back hunched over piles and piles of paperwork, his low voice rumbling muttered swears. Blaine stays as silent as the house when he turns around, continuing on up to his bedroom. His mom is probably still with the client whose wedding she’s planning and, like most days like this, Blaine doesn’t expect any sort of interaction at all from his parents.

He closes his eyes and clutches his phone to his chest, wishing more than ever that Kurt was here as he heads into his room to strip off his stained clothes and take a shower.

——

To Kurt

I really miss you, baby.

To Kurt

I miss the way you make me feel like more than a ghost.

——

He finishes his homework late—much too late, and he knows that if his parents actually cared he’d be scolded—and heads back downstairs to put away the plate and fork he’d brought up to his room for dinner. He showers again, just to let the steam clear his head and the pounding hot water relax the ever-present tension in his muscles.

When he returns to his room, sweatpants settled low on his hips and his dirty clothes in a balled-up pile in his hand to be thrown into the hamper, the first thing he notices is a faint glow coming from the middle of the room.

His head snaps over to the bed and his heart clenches as he sees that the lone white pillow resting on top all the others is glowing yellow-gold deep beneath the silky fabric. His next breath catches in his throat and he drops the clothes quickly into the hamper beside the bathroom door, walking over to the side of the bed. He reaches out to gently touch the edge of the pillow, running his fingers over the soft glow with a smile.

Kurt’s out there. He’s out there and he loves you.

Tears sting his eyes and he sniffs, blinking hard as he reaches for his phone to type out a message to Kurt before shutting it off and placing it on his nightstand.

Blaine quickly pulls his comforter back, dragging all the other pillows to the floor. His own sensor ring is on the nightstand next to the last photo he and Kurt had taken together before Kurt had left for New York—Kurt holding Blaine tight, lips pressed against his cheek—and he slips it on and curls under the covers, dragging the pillow close to rest his head and upper chest on it. He closes his eyes, the pillow’s soft glow lightening his lids slightly, and underneath his ear he hears a steady thump-thump-thump that he’s fallen asleep to countless times before.

Kurt’s out there and he misses you as much as you miss him.

He feels safe like this. He feels warm and protected, and, underneath the despairing, suffocating sense of loneliness and longing, he feels loved. He’s whole again for those few short hours of sleep every night.

Blaine clutches the pillow tighter and loses himself in the rhythmic beating of Kurt’s heart thousands of miles away, letting himself feel truly happy for the first time all day.

——

Kurt wakes to his alarm at seven and immediately regrets signing up for early classes. He shuts it off and groans, blinking his sleep-heavy eyes open.

He rolls onto his back and stretches, popping his neck and back with tiny moans of pleasure. The air inside the apartment is a damp sort of chilly, one that settles low into the bones, and Kurt suppresses a shiver, thinking longingly of his scalding-hot shower and warm bedroom back at home. He stretches his jaw wide, yawn dying away when he sees that the pillow half underneath his body is glowing. A lump forms in his throat as he registers the soft, steady beating of Blaine’s heart, the constant reminder that even if they can’t be there they can be there.

On the nightstand his phone vibrates and he reluctantly disentangles himself from his pillow, reaching for it. When he unlocks the screen and clicks on the reminder he sees the notification for a new text message. He thumbs it open immediately the second that he sees it’s from Blaine.

To Kurt

Good morning, beautiful. I hope you have a great day and I want you to know that I’m dreaming of you. I love you.

Tears slip down Kurt’s cheeks before he even registers that he’s tearing up. It’s hard, doing this, and the pillows had been a great idea but it’s not Blaine. Blaine is back in Ohio, alone. The pillow doesn’t smell like him. It doesn’t feel like him.

Kurt wants him.

He doesn’t have much time to get ready, but he quickly types out a message to Blaine before slipping off his sensor ring and placing it on the rickety old nightstand beside his just-as-rickety bed.

To Blaine

Good morning yourself, sleepyhead. I’m counting down the days until it’s you I’m cuddled with every night and your chest my head is resting on. I love you.

He lets himself listen to Blaine’s heartbeat one more time.

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