Monday.

Mckinley was unusually quite as Blaine strode down the hall. Brittany, Tina, Sugar. Each shot him an accusing glare of their own as he passed them on his way to first period English. Everybody knew, and although Kurt had not been much loved among the popular crowd at Mckinley, he had left a legacy, and cheating was always frowned upon.

"Nice." Kitty shifted into Blaine's line of vision.

"I heard that you're done with your boytoy."

"Leave me alone, Kitty. This is none of your business" Blaine pushed past the Cheerio and attempted to rush onward to class, but Kitty stepped back in front of him.

"Actually, it is my business. It's everyone's business, or didn't you know? It's all everyone's talking about. How you and your so-called soul-mate split over a one night stand. Tell me, Blaine, couldn't you control yourself? I heard that you had only two weeks to go, too. Such a shame." Tears sprang into Blaine's eyes at the mention of Kurt's name, but he stopped them before they began to flow. No. He couldn't cry. Not now, in front of Kitty. He schooled his face into an expressionless mask and smiled bitterly.

"But of course, Kitty. You of all people would know how wonderful one night stands can be." With that, Blaine shoved past the younger girl and walked quickly to English, a class which thankfully did not contain any of his fellow glee clubbers.

The hours passed in a blur of lecturing teachers and whispering classmates. Blaine sat in the corner during every class and ignored his surroundings, choosing instead to wallow deep in his own misery. Lunchtime came around and Blaine ate in his car, listening to his recording or Kurt singing Blackbird on repeat, remembering that week and how amazing it had been.

"There is a moment, Kurt... A moment where you say 'Oh! There you are! I've been looking for you forever' watching you do Blackbird this week... That was the moment for me, about you."

The first kiss they shared... Singing together at Regionals... God, he missed him. Kurt was his everything, his North, his South, his East and his West. He was nothing without him. Tears streamed down Blaine's face as the bell for Eighth period rang. He needed to get himself under control. He needed to go to class-no, class wasn't an option right now. He needed to go to the nurse and plead a headache. He was such a model student, a good boy. They had to let him rest for the period, despite the rumors that they may or may not have heard. He would go rest, yes, he would spend the forty minute period lying on a cot, waiting and dreading the last period of the day. For ninth period was glee club.

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock on the wall of the boy's side of the rest area taunted him, ticking it's way ever closer to 2:20. Tick. Tick. Tick. Ten minutes to go. He couldn't face the glee club. He just couldn't. The very idea made him feel faintly nauseous. But he had to. He had no choice. If he skipped out on glee today, it would only be worse when he finally faced them tomorrow. Three minutes. Blaine's heart began to race, and his mind grew panicked with the swelling fear in the pit of his stomach. The bell rang with a shrill finality, sounding faintly ominous to Blaine's fear-fogged consciousness. He would go. He would just get into his car and drive home, where he could cry into his pillow to his heart's content. But his feet led him instead down the music hallway, towards the cheerful racket coming from the choir room. Fear surged through his veins as he pushed the heavy door open and shuffled inside, eyes on his shoes. A sudden hush feel on the room, and Blaine could feel everyone's eyes on him. He walked slowly towards his seat, heart beating like a drum, when he was suddenly stopped by a large object in his way.

He had walked right into Finn.