I was listening to the radio a few weeks ago and came up with this idea when I heard a song. Don't hate me because this is based off of the rumors that Blaine and Kurt break up at the end of this season. I wanted to twist that into this in my own weird way. Also, this story idea came to me before Michael aired so ignore everything that happened during and after that episode! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer for the whole story: I don't own Glee or any of their characters. I wish I had a straight Blaine though…

Warnings: Unnecessary amounts of teenage angst and some swearing. You know how I love angst ^_^

Doing what's right is no guarantee against misfortune.

~William McFee

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Blaine slowly opened his eyes at the loud knocking on his bedroom door. It was probably his mom again, trying to get him to get out of his room and figure out what was wrong for the sixth time that day. He looked over at his clock and noticed the time.

9:43 pm.

It had been almost 13 hours since… he couldn't even think about it, but it felt like it had been a lifetime since it happened.

"Blaine!" came a male voice through the door. "Blaine, open up man!"

What was David doing here? He graduated last year. Blaine thought he was going to go to California with his girlfriend for the summer. Nonetheless, Blaine couldn't get himself to get out of bed to open the door. The events of the day had drained him to the point of death by exhaustion. Maybe he was better of dead…

"Come on, man! Your mom called us and asked us to check on you since she was leaving."

Wes too? But he was staying at Harvard to work for the summer. Did they stay after the Warbler get together yesterday?

"Come on," called David, rapping on the door again. "We aren't going anywhere until you open this door. You can't hide from this forever."

Blaine felt the tears well in his eyes. He didn't want to think about…this, as David called it. Maybe he would start calling it this, it didn't make his heart clench so hard. Nonetheless, it didn't change the fact that he didn't want to talk to his two friends. He sat up and hit his iPod player. The opening lyrics of the song came out of the speakers, drowning out the yelling of his friends as they began to pound on the door. The same song he had been playing on repeat all day as he cried in his room, staring at the dark green walls.

It all seemed rather appropriate to listen to this again. The Beatles song had started it all for him; it seemed almost poetic for it to end it. He couldn't help but let the tears begin to fall again, soaking the pillow he hid his face it. This song felt like the only thing he had left of the best part of his life.

"We're going to break in!" threatened a third voice. What was Sebastian doing there?

Blaine pulled the covers over his head. He wasn't in the mood to deal with them, especially Sebastian. Looking at him would always remind him about the way Kurt would always…

Oh God, he had three hours without thinking his name, without letting those three words plague his mind. He felt the sob escape his lips before he could stop it. He grabbed onto the sheets below him in a vice-like grip as the cries ripped through him, through his heart. Now his eyes, his smell, his voice, everything about Kurt kept running through Blaine's mind. Above all else were those three horrible words.

He left me.

He hardly registered the weight that caused his mattress to dip on each side of his bed or the fact that they had pulled the covers off of his head. He couldn't hear the reassuring words or see the concerned glances they shot to one another as their friend continued to sob. He didn't know how long he cried for, but eventually he started to calm down again, too tired to continue his hysterics.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry," said David as he rubbed circles on his back.

"He's gone," he moaned, agony painting every word. "He's gone."

"I know, buddy," said Wes.

"You're better off without him," came a voice by the door. Blaine felt a rage run through him like he had never felt before. If he had the energy, he would have gotten up and beat the living daylights out of him, Dalton fight club style.

"Shut up, Sebastian," said Wes. "Why are you even here?"

"Because I want to get Blaine back to his old self just as much as the rest of you. The guy isn't his same sexy self when he's moping around like a little girl."

"You're such as ass," growled David. "If you aren't going to help then maybe you should just wait in the car."

"Nah, I'll just watch."

"Whatever," David sighed before turning his attention back to his friend. "Blaine, come on buddy. We're not telling you that you have to get better today, but at least talk to us. Let us try to help you."

"He's gone, David."

"I know."

"What happened?" asked Wesley.

"Pfft, and you say I'm the ass," scoffed Sebastian.

"Shut up," Wes spat. "He's gotta talk about it.

"He…" he cried again, shoving his face farther into his pillow and muffling his words. He didn't think he could explain it to his friends. How could he explain something that didn't even make sense to him? Everything they talked about was logical, but it just didn't fit. The things that Kurt said, they just weren't him. It didn't add up!

"Blaine, what happened?"

Blaine let out another cry, his heart ripping apart again as the mornings torture replayed in this mind.

Blaine pulled up to the Lima Bean, excited to tell Kurt about the escapades he had gotten into with the Warblers the previous day. He jumped out of his car and nearly bounded into the café and looked at the table he and Kurt always sat at. Unfortunately, it was occupied by a woman he didn't know, dutily typing away on her laptop. His heart dropped a little at the sight; that was their table.

"Blaine?" came a voice, one that could only belong to his angel. He turned and found him sitting at an isolated table in the corner of the room with two coffee cups in front of him.

Blaine sat across the table from Kurt, who pushed one of the cups toward him. "One medium drip," he said…almost sounding sad. Blaine, however, brushed it off. Kurt had done this once in a while when he thought about the fact that he would be leaving for New York soon and leaving Blaine behind.

"You know my order?" he joked, causing Kurt to recall memories of Blaine's obliviousness. "That's so thoughtful."

He saw a ghost of a smile cross his face, but it did not reach his eyes. A red flag rose up in Blaine's' mind. Kurt seemed almost distant. "Kurt, what's wrong?"

Kurt's eyes shot to Blaine's for the first time since he sat down. "Nothing," Kurt said as another fake smile tarnished his angelic face. It was the same smile he gave Blaine the fist time they met, right before he told Blaine about Karofsky. "How was the graduation party?" he asked before taking a drink of his non-fat mocha, obviously burning his tongue.

Blaine was no fool, he knew something was up, but he also knew that Kurt would bring it up when he was ready. He always told Blaine what was bothering him. He just had to play along until his boyfriend finally let it spill. "It was good, they missed you there though. They were all asking about you. They wished you had come."

"I know, I wish I would have gone too," he said sadly, his eyes becoming distant as if remembering something.

Another red flag sprung up. Kurt was acting very strange. If the two hadn't talked about their relationship a few days ago, he would be worried Kurt was getting ready to break up with him. "Kurt?"

Kurt snapped back to reality. "Sorry, who's graduating this year?"

"Thad, Jeff, and Cameron graduated out this year. They're going to lose about ten next year. Losing Nick, Han, Trent, and Sebastian is going to hit them hard."

Blaine just caught the slight narrowing of Kurt's eyes at the mention of Sebastian's name. "So was Sebastian there yesterday?"

Blaine completely understood Kurt's aversion to the lanky Warbler. Sebastian had overstepped his boundaries with Blaine on several occasions, but as Kurt had stated multiple times, Blaine was just too nice to tell the prep school boy to leave him alone. The guy was a bit of a nuisance, but he was harmless and he was a Warbler. Blaine still felt like he owed something to the acapella group for leaving them this year. "No, in all honesty, he was there for about an hour. Then, he left and he just didn't come back until the party was over. Told me to apologize to you for how he treated you."

"Do you believe him?" he asked, oddly no venom in his voice.

"I'm not sure," Blaine responded honestly. "Either way it doesn't matter. I told him to stay away from you unless you say it's ok. I told him he could apologize to you himself, but I would let you know that he wanted to say he was sorry."

"Okay." There was the sadness again. He wasn't all up in arms against Sebastian. Another flag.

He was all for letting Kurt get himself to a point where he could talk about what was bothering him, but Blaine was beginning to feel antsy. Kurt usually needed a minute or two to prep and he would just blurt out what he was going to say, even if he was trying to hold it in. This had to be big and he couldn't take it anymore. "Kurt, please, what's wrong?"

"Blaine, nothing's…"

"Please, Kurt, I know you. You only act like this when something is bothering you. You asked me to come here, and now it seems you asked me here for a reason. What? What is it that has you so upset?"

Blaine locked eyes with Kurt and held his gaze. Blaine felt his heart clench as tears began to well in Kurt's eyes. He reached across the table for Kurt's hand, but was surprised when he pulled his hand back before Blaine could grab it. "I'm a horrible person," said Kurt, his gaze finding its way to the floor, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

"What?" asked Blaine surprised. "No you're not! What in the world would make you say that?"

"Oh, come on! You know why!"

Now Blaine was really worried. This wasn't the first time he didn't notice something Kurt obviously thought was important. Honestly, it probably wouldn't be the last. "Okay, you and I both know I'm not good at this game, Kurt. Please, please talk to me."

There was a long silence as Blaine watched Kurt fight with himself. Blaine patiently waited for Kurt to answer though his heart was pounding a mile a minute. A single tear ran down Kurt's cheek, but the fashionista quickly wiped it away. He couldn't wait anymore. "Kurt…"

"I'm holding you back," he said quietly.

"What?" gasped Blaine.

"I'm holding you back by asking you to stay my boyfriend when I leave," said Kurt as an angry, sad sob broke through.

"Kurt, we talked about this," said Blaine calmly. It was like he was back at square one of the argument the two had the previous week. He noticed the two baristas watching them. The two girls had always been supportive of their relationship. "I want to be with you."

"Because I want to be with you," spat Kurt, seeming to be more disgusted with himself than anyone else. "You always sacrifice to make me happy. You give up everything; I'm just holding you back from what you really need."

Blaine couldn't believe what Kurt was saying. "What else could I want other than you? What are you holding me back from?"

"Everything!" Kurt almost shouted, prompting him to quickly look around to see if he had drawn attention to himself. Blaine almost laughed at the baristas as they attempted to make themselves look busy. "Everything, Blaine," he said more quietly. "You made my senior year magic; you deserve to have the same!"

"But it will be," said Blaine.

"No, it won't. I know you, you wont' do anything if you don't think I'll approve, even if I tell you I don't mind if you do it."

"Like what?" asked Blaine, getting a little irritated. He thought this fight died last week.

"Prom, dating, going out with the other guys, having someone to dote on you like you deserve. You could go back to Dalton with your friends."

"But I don't need those things from anyone but you!"

"Maybe not need, Blaine, but you deserve it," Kurt said with snort. "I can't ask you to give up a happy senior year for me. I've already taken so much from you."

Blaine hesitated for a split second. This was a new argument. "What do you mean you've already taken a lot from me?"

"Don't pretend like you haven't thought about it," cried Kurt as tears began to fall down his cheeks. "Blaine, I stole everything from you last year. I made you leave a safe school and your old glee club to come to my little slice of hell, your glee club to a place with people who didn't even try to understand you for the first few months, and of course your friends. Every relationship, every security you had I asked you to throw away so my senior year could be the best year possible. You did it to make me happy and what did I have to sacrifice for you to be there? Nothing. I took without feeling the need to give. I don't regret asking you or take back the amazing year we had, but after everything I've taken, how can I ask you to give more for me? I can't ask you to give up your senior year. You need to be able to explore and enjoy it as much as possible. It was hard enough when we were in different schools, imagine different states. I can't do that to you. You deserve to be happy, not alone again."

Kurt's hands had found their way back onto the table and Blaine grabbed one of them with both of his before his boyfriend could pull away. None of this sounded like Kurt. Sure, he would be willing to sacrifice for Blaine, but where had this idea that he took too much without return come from. He had told Blaine to go for the lead in West Side Story, which he knew would kill his own chances. "You have given me everything I have ever needed, Kurt. Everything I need is right here," he said shaking Kurt's hand entrapped in his own. Kurt tried to pull away, but Blaine held fast. "I would do everything over again and I will be with you through this next year." Blaine could hear the desperation in his own voice as he tried to get Kurt to see reason. "This is what I want, what I need."

"Don't you get it? I can't ask that of you!" Kurt growled, ripping his hand from Blaine's. "I can't and won't ask you to sacrifice your happiness for mine. You need to be free, to be able to enjoy life without me dragging you down anymore!"

Blaine felt his heart stop, pieces were finally coming together and the picture it was making was worse than anything he had ever seen before. "Kurt, what are you trying to say?"

There was a small silence before Kurt answered. "I'm going to go to New York with Rachel next week…"

"Well, it's earlier than I expected, but…"

"…and I'm not taking you with me."

Blaine looked at Kurt confused for a moment. "I don't see why I would go with you yet…"

"No, Blaine," Kurt nearly whispered as he looked away, unable to look Blaine in the eyes as tears rolled down the counter-tenor's face. "I mean that when I leave, I'm leaving all of you behind." He stood, grabbing his bag and finally looking and Blaine. "I…I can't take anything more from you."

"Kurt, please…"

"We can't be together anymore."

"No, please…just," cried Blaine, grasping form anything to salvage the situation.

"I'm sorry," Kurt looked away. "I…I have to go." With that, Kurt bolted from the café, tears streaming down his face and leaving a shocked Blaine at the isolated table.

Blaine barely noticed the people staring at his as he processed what just happened. Kurt was gone…Wait! Kurt was leaving! He quickly shot up from the table and sprinted after his boyfr… ex? He threw open the doors in time to see Kurt's Navigator pull out of the parking lot. "KURT!" yelled Blaine as he chased the vehicle to the street.

But Kurt never even looked back. "Kurt…" he whispered, feeling his heart break into a million pieces. The only assurance Blaine had that morning just went up in flames. The unthinkable had happened.

Kurt was gone.

"God, I…I'm so sorry," said David sadly.

"How could he do that to you?" asked Wes, shaking his head. "He just…left you there?" Blaine couldn't do anything but nod, shaking loose some stray tears that were clinging to his chin. Sometime during the story, he had finally pulled himself into a sitting position and sat facing his friends. "That's so unlike him."

"No it isn't," mumbled Sebastian.

"Seriously, man, you're not helping," scolded David as he looked at the boy over his shoulder.

"You know what? I know what to do with him," he said, pushing away from his position leaning against the door. He sauntered over to Blaine's desk, turned off his iPod, and mumbled something sounding like, "Stupid song." He began ruffling through the desk drawers. "Where the hell did he hide it? Aha, there it is." He lifted something out of the drawer and tossed it onto the blanket covering Blain's lap.

"What is that?" asked David as he stared at the offending piece of plastic.

"Who is Justin Angstrom?" asked Wes.

"It's his fake ID. Look, there is only one sure fire way to help a guy forget his ex. We're gonna bring him to a bar, get a couple of drinks in him, and find him a rebound."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," said David.

"Of course it is. Look, I know for a fact you Harvard boys already have IDs to get you in, Blaine has one, and I have one. Let's just go for one, maybe two, get him to cry in a beer and get it all out. I'll even be generous and forgo finding him someone to go home with tonight if that is what's bothering you. We'll have a couple drinks, get him to unload, and bring him back home where he can wallow in his sorrows once more, ok?"

David and Wes both looked at each other, silently conversing. "Maybe it isn't a horrible idea…" said David tentatively.

"Perfect," said Sebastian, his smile nearly splitting his face. "Come on, Blainers, time to put on your pretty face and drink."

"Just a couple, Sebastian," said Wes. "We've all heard how he can get from… you know who."

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." Obviously he stopped listening after they agreed to take him. "I'll even be the DD."

"No, I'll be DD," said David. "I trust you to stay sober as much as I trusted Blaine not to eat my stash of Red Vines last year."

"Kurt hated Red Vines," whimpered Blaine.

"Crap, we're hitting the red zone. Come on, buddy, we're going out," said Sebastian as he pulled Blaine from his bed. He dragged his friend over to his closet and pulled out a dark shirt and a dark pair of jeans. "Put these on, fix that hair, and meet us downstairs. We're taking you out."

"Sebastian…" moaned Blaine, exasperated. He just wanted to stay home and sulk. After all that happened today, he deserved that, didn't he?

"Come on, Blaine," said Wesley. "You shouldn't be alone tonight. Come with us."

"You don't have to drink if you don't want to," said David as he placed a comforting hand on Blaine's shoulder, glaring at Sebastian as he scoffed.

Blaine let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine," he said darkly, "I'll go for a little while."

"Great," said Sebastian. "Get your sexy ass into those clothes and meet us downstairs." He began pushing the other two ex-Dalton boys out the door. "You have ten minutes!"

The door slammed behind Sebastian, leaving Blaine alone in room, alone with his thoughts. He looked at the shirt Sebastian had picked for him. Kurt hated this shirt. It was one that Blaine's dad had chosen for him and it looked good on him, but it just wasn't Blaine. It was one of those black shirts with a gold design down the right arm. He couldn't even wear one of his bow ties with it.

He stared at the shirt for a moment. He hated it, but maybe he should wear it because Kurt hated it. It might help him forget him. Then again he might spend the night wondering what Kurt would say if he saw him.

"Anderson, let's go!" yelled Sebastian from the livingroom.

Blaine sighed again. He knew he was stalling, dragging his feet so he didn't have to go. That apparently wasn't going to work, so he put some gel in his hair, brushed his teeth, and dawned a plain white t-shirt. He just couldn't get Kurt out of his mind yelling about the damn shirt Sebastian had picked.

Blaine slowly trudged down the stairs to the livingroom where the three young men were waiting for him. "You have you're ID?" asked Sebastian.

"Yeah," Blaine deadpanned, grabbing his phone on the table.

"Uh, no," scolded the prep school boy, grabbing the phone from Blaine's hand and tossing it back on the table. "Last thing we need is you calling the prude in a drunken stuper. That thing stays here."

"I won't call Kurt."

"Leave it here," said Sebastian a little forcefully.

Blaine locked eyes with Sebastian for a moment before dropping his gaze. "Fine."

The smile instantly returned to the tall boy's face before he wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulder and began guiding him toward the door. "Great! David, I'll tell you how to get to the best dive I can think of."

All Blaine could think as he wash pushed into the backseat of David's car with Sebastian was This is going to be a long night.

Ok, so there is chapter 1! Don't worry, everything will be explained in a later chapter so stick with this! I promise not to disappoint! Review too if you liked it or even if you have constructive criticism. I am always looking to improve my writing. No flames though please. Nothing makes a writer feel like what they do isn't worth while more than a fire review…

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