Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

A/N: I feel nothing but the need to scream until my heart pops out of my chest so I don't have to feel any more. … so I came here.

Louder

It pierces the night, holds dreams and hopes and time captive. Tomorrow has died with today.

And he screams and screams, unable to stop, there is nothing holding back the sound anymore, nothing to contain that feeling.

Pain.

It is not even a thought, there are no words available in his head, everything escapes his grasp as his lungs fill and empty of air, fill and empty, fill and empty, fill and empty … producing nothing but an earsplitting scream.

Blaine feels Kurt's muscles tighten and go slack with every heaved gulp of air that does not settle does not stay.

There is no making this better, there is no helping this, not one part of it.

They have lost their first baby, and there is no bringing Sara back.

And Blaine holds on to the man dissolving in his arms, in the hopes that he will get some happy version of him back one day.

The shittiest part about life is, no doubt, that '… no matter how much pain you know, there is always a new even crueler kind left to experience.'