The next few weeks passed by and each day was filled with rigorous dance training and spending each class period reworking harmonies. Kurt's every waking moment was filled with thoughts of Glee Club and winning Regionals; he was living and breathing it. So much so that it had been weeks since he had stepped foot in the Rehab center at all. Although it pained him incredibly and he while they were taking breaks from dance rehearsal he often found himself wondering what Blaine was doing; he just didn't have much time to worry about it. He would wonder if Blaine was getting by all right, if he was having trouble with his lessons and if he was happy. It affected him more and more as they days dragged by.

As Regionals grew closer and closer he had less time for himself, spending a lot of his nights having sleepovers with the girls at Rachel's house. They would stay up late and practice choreography, even inventing new moves to show to the gang the next Monday at school. When they finally did arrive at Regionals, they did the best that they could and were elated when all their hard work paid off. The won a place at Nationals.

After their excitement of placing for Nationals, Kurt was finally free from all the Glee club excitement. After school the following Friday, Kurt could hardly contain himself and bolted out of the classroom before anyone else had even packed up their bags. He ignored his friends calling out after him and sprinted towards his car. Pulling out of the parking lot and beginning his drive to Westerville. It had been weeks since he had seen Blaine and he desperate to catch up with him. To tell him all about Regionals and to hear about all of the progress that Blaine had made with his physical therapy; he wondered if he had told his parents about Dalton Academy. The entire drive he had a goofy smile gracing his lips; not capable of keeping his excitement to a minimum.

He arrived at the center nearly an hour later and the first person that he saw after he had clipped on his Volunteer badge was Marsha. She looked up and seemed surprised to see him.

"What are you doing here, kiddo?" She asked, setting down her clip board, her eyebrows furrowing together.

"I know it's been awhile, Glee Club has kept me so busy but I finally have time again. So, I came by to see Blaine. How has he been?" Kurt asked, his heart racing a mile a minute but it stopped suddenly when Marsha's expression turned solemn. She asked Kurt to follow her and all he could do was comply. His mind was reeling with what could have possibly happened while he was away. Blaine had been doing so well before he had left. She led him through the wing of the center that housed all of the patients; the bedroom all the way at the end was Blaine's; Kurt knew it like the back of his hand. Marsha pulled out her keys and unlocked Blaine's room and Kurt peered inside.

The desk had been completely cleared off, pictures pulled down off of the walls and the bed was completely flawless and made with the Centers customary white sheets. There was not a hint of Blaine left in the room. Finally Marsha's voice pierced the silence.

"He was discharged last week. His mother came to pick him up." Marsha said quietly as if the stillness and calmness in her voice wouldn't break Kurt as badly. But it did hurt Kurt, it nearly broke him in half. Kurt didn't need to look back at Marsha to know that she was giving him a sympathetic look and that almost made it worse.

"Can I be alone for a bit?" He asked and Marsha just backed out of the room.

"Take as long as you need." She whispered as she shut the door behind her. Kurt stepped forward and sat down at the desk for a long time, his mind spinning with a lot of thoughts. He opened the drawer next to him and found nothing inside, except for the brochure for Dalton Academy; that was the breaking point for Kurt. He hid his face in his hands and cried. Just as quickly as Blaine Anderson entered his life, he was gone.