(I needed this to have happened, so here it is.)
waiting for a star to fall
Adam’s doing his Mr. Carson impression as he brandishes an apple at Kurt when the ascending trill of Blaine’s text tone sounds from his bag. It takes him a second to dig it out, he’s giggling so hard at Adam that he fumbles with the flap. It takes him three tries to absorb the text.
Shooting at school locked in choir room I love u
The last clear thought he has before his vision starts to go grey at the edges is no, don’t take him from me, please.