A/N: I told myself I wouldn't continue this story because I didn't want to risk ruining it somehow. But then I found myself craving some Klaine in any form available to me, because Ryan Murphy won't give it to me. So here we are.

"Kurt?" Finn called softly, standing at Kurt's doorway.

Kurt looked up at Finn from where he was sitting on his bed, the defeated lost look on his face making Finn's heart clench. He looked so unlike the confident diva that Finn knew.

"Are you okay?" He asked his little brother.

"I-I'm fine, I just..." Kurt said, looking down at his hands. He was holding his I-pod in both hands, a confused look taking over his pale face.

"Something happened with Blaine." Finn stated, making Kurt look up.

"Ah..I- Yeah.." Kurt replied slowly, still staring at his I-pod.

"But that's not- I just..." Kurt said, cutting off Finn before he could ask what happened.

Kurt looked up at Finn, eyebrows knitting together as his eyes focused on something behind Finn.

"I was looking for a song to listen to.. It's so stupid but.." Kurt tried to explain, his voice hitching at the end.

"Nothing fits." he whispered after a moment, tears pooling in his expressive eyes.

"Nothing makes sense.I can't- Music can't fix what's broken inside me, but the silence is just... deafening."

Finn stared at the tears in his brother's eyes, the tears he would never allow himself to shed. He didn't know what to say, what could he say? He had no idea what had occurred between Kurt and Blaine, or how to make it better. So he just sat down on the floor by Kurt's feet, shoulder bumping his calf comfortingly.

"You know this morning I tried to cook eggs and..."

Kurt gave a weak kick to Finn's side, a thankful look in his eyes as he let Finn ramble on about the perils of cooking.

Blaine just got home, his mind still in by the park bench. Still staring after Kurt's back as he walked away.

He had sat there on that bench even after Kurt had left, only leaving when people started to loiter in the park area an hour and a half later. He had ended up walking around aimlessly until the sun had set and it started getting dark out. He didn't eat, or stop walking even when his feet hurt; some sick part of him wanting the pain. He wanted to suffer, feel pain for what he had done, but knew it would never solve anything.

Still the hunger did distract him from thoughts he didn't want to have, and the blisters he knew were forming on his feet kept him awake.

"What do I do?" He asked out loud to his empty room.

He fell back, boneless, on his bed, eyes looking past his ceiling.

His phone buzzed on his bedside table, where he had left it this morning.

Sebastian Smythe

Ignoring the incoming call without a moment's hesitation, he sat up.

"Well, I know where to start."

How dare he mope about like this! Kurt was the one who was hurt, not him. He should be figuring out how to make it up to Kurt; not laying about, feeling sorry for himself. Blaine wanted to take Kurt's pain away. The pain he never should have felt to begin with. He said he would do everything he could. And he will, starting now.

A/N: Now I consider this more of an introductory chapter to a bunch of shorts of Blaine trying to apologize and win Kurt over again, than a totally proper continuation to the original two chapters. I hope you still like it tho. if you did I will probably be updating several chapters of Blaine's attempts. Tell me what you think in the reviews.

Sincerely, Deni