"What are you doing here?" Finn spoke first, and Rachel turned to meet his gaze.

"Glad to know we're appreciated," she replies sarcastically, rolling her eyes for good measure. A cover story quickly formed in her mind, and she continued "We're actually here because we heard that Finn would be replacing Mr. Schue as choir director for a few months, and also co-directing Grease. As much as I respect your skills as a dancer, Finn" she paused to glare at him "I have been taking professional dancing classes at NYADA, and Kurt's here to help as a vocal coach, right Kurt?" Kurt had in fact not heard a word she said. His eyes were trapped in the prison of Blaine's hazel gaze, his face filled with obvious pain, looking for all the world like an abused puppy. As soon as Rachel said his name, the glee club turned to look at him, suddenly noticing the look on his face. Even Finn's facial expression softened to that of concern. "Kurt?" Rachel asked tentatively, touching his shoulder lightly and breaking the spell. He shook his head, clearing his mind, and looked up again, his face impassive, avoiding the hazel eyes which sought his so desperately.

"What? Oh! Ah, yes. Yes, I'm here as a vocal coach. Thought you might... like it. Excuse me a moment." He turned on his heel, sweeping out the door with a swish of his highly fashionable coat.

"Kurt!" Rachel threw a last glowering look at Blaine before rushing out the door after her best friend. Silence filled the room.

"Well," Finn spoke with venom, anger in his eyes that were boring into Blaine's. "I hope you're happy." With that, he too got up and left the room in pursuit of his brother.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Blaine was used to hiding his emotions, otherwise there would have been no way for him to remain calm and collected when all he wanted to do was sink to the ground and cry.

"Oh, god," Kurt sobbed onto Rachel's shoulder, leaning heavily on a desk in the empty classroom they were "Oh, god, Rachel did you see him? He was just sitting there. He didn't even care. I thought I meant something to him! I thought I was important, but he just looked... He looked bored, Rachel, he looked b-b-bored." With those words he collapsed into her arms, sobs racking his body as he shook silently, his ragged breathing being the only sound puncturing the room. "I can't do this Rachel. I'm sorry, but I can't. I know I said I would come here with you, but I can't stand this. I can't stand seeing him. I just can't do it."

"Yes, you can." Finn's voice broke into the classroom, and both Rachel and Kurt looked up at him. "C'mon, Kurt. Blaine's an ass. Who needs him? Certainly not you. You're one of the strongest men I've ever met, brother, and just because some preppy snob can't appreciate that, well... The rest of us see it." His words calmed Kurt down a little, and he hiccuped once, twice, a third time, and was silent.

"I thought he meant it, you know," He said quietly, pain causing his voice to quiver. "When he said he loved me. When he said he would always be there. I thought he was serious. I thought he would be there for me, like he promised."

"I'm sorry Kurt." Rachel cut in again, "I know that's exactly what you don't want to hear, but it's true. I thought he meant it, too. Hell, I think we all believed that boy was for real, but it just goes to show. Sometimes, life sucks, and there's nothing you can do about it. But you know what? Someday, you'll find someone. And he'll be even better than Blaine. He'll treat you right and cherish you like you deserve. Screw Blaine. You deserve better Kurt, and someday you'll get it. But him? He'll never find anyone who'll even come close to being as amazing as you are." Kurt smiled at her weakly, and Finn walked over to join in their group hug, both of them encircling Kurt in their support.

None of them heard the muffled cry as Blaine burst into tears and ran down the hallway from where he's been standing at the door.

For once, Blaine was glad that his parents were never home. They were away on yet another business trip as he flew up the grand staircase and into his bedroom, throwing his backpack aside before collapsing on the king sized bed, body shaking with silent sobs.

His fault. All his fault. Kurt would hate him forever and it was all his fault.

Pain boiled deep inside his body, fogging his mind and clouding his senses. What had he done? How could he have hurt Kurt this way? Everyone hated him. Everyone knew that he was a jerk. He had no friends anymore. The Warblers hated him for abandoning them and the New Directions despised him for the way he'd treated Kurt.

Kurt.

Oh, god, Kurt. He needed him. More than anyone really understood. He craved the other boy's love and support and sought only to make him happy. He lived for the moments when they would touch, and felt fire dancing under his skin when they did. Nothing compared to the way he felt for him. Kurt was his everything. And without him, he'd been left... This. This empty husk of a person. He was nothing without Kurt, nothing without the relationship upon which his sanity rested.

Hours later, Blaine lay asleep, tangled up in his blankets. He dreamed of the boy he loved, and the memories they'd shared. He dreamed of the life he'd hoped to lead, and the person he'd longed to become. Alas, that was all they were.

Dreams.

The house lights in the April Rhodes auditorium are off, the stage lights at peak brightness. In the front row sit Artie, Rachel, Kurt, and Finn. Many students had auditioned for the musical this year, and Artie was confident that it would be their best show yet.

"Next!" Finn calls as Sugar struts off the stage after belting out her take on the Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee Reprise, which was, in fact, completely and utterly awful. From the wings emerges Blaine, pacing towards the center of the stage, obviously totally aware of those who sit in the audience. Kurt gives a sharp intake of breath, and Rachel looks over to see his mouth in a tight line, pain flooding his eyes. The instrumental begins, and Rachel exchanges a stricken look with Kurt as they both recognize the melody.

Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you

Blaine sings the notes softly, emotion pouring out of every fiber of his being. He looks right at Kurt, obviously singing to him.

I know I'm just a fool who's willing
to sit around and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else for me to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside
I'm out of my head,
hopelessly devoted to you

Suddenly, Kurt stands up and paces purposefully to the entrance. The door slams behind him as he exits the auditorium, Rachel running after him. Blaine falters in his lyrics, and just stops, for once not trying to hide the emotions written all over his face. He turns to look at Artie and Finn, of which the latter is sitting in his seat with a stony expression on his face, obviously unsure how to react.

"Well," Artie begins, "That was... Amazing. I could tell you really meant it. Now, Blaine, I see you haven't specified what part you want. Let me tell you, I look at you, and I see Danny Zuko. You are Danny, even if you did audition with a Sandy song. The part's yours if you want it, so will you take it?"

"Im sorry Artie," Blaine shakes his head. "I don't think I can play a character in this classic romance when my own is falling apart."

"Well, is there any part you think you can play?"

"I don't know... Maybe teen angel, it's only one scene."

"Done, Blaine. Thanks for auditioning." Blaine recognizes the dismissal as such, and shoots one last fleeting look at Finn before exiting stage left.

Artie wheeled himself up to the bullatin board, a piece of paper sitting in his lap. He reached up and pinnet the sheet to the board, turned, and wheeled away, a confident smile playing on his lips as a crowd of students immidietly surrounded the cast list for Grease.

Cast List:
Danny: Ryder
Sandy: Marley
Kenickie: Sam
Rizzo: Wade
Frenchy: Sugar
Patty Simcox: Kitty
Putzie: Jake
Doody: Joe
Teen Angel: Blaine
Cha-Cha: Brittany
Jan: Tina

Blaine walks away from the board after confirming that he'd indeed gotten the part of teen angel, which he'd requested at his audition over an offer for Danny. As usual, his face betrays no emotion as he walks down the hall and turns the corner, heading for his next class.

Kurt walks through the McKinley hallway towards the auditorium, intending to check the sound system, which has been acting up during the last few Grease rehearsals. He opens the door to the balcony quietly, and notices immediately that the lights are on. Someone is here. A grande piano is positioned in the middle of the stage, the keys being softly played by none other than Blaine. Kurt leans against the balcony railing as he watches the boy, unable to see the tears streaming down his face from the distance, but still hearing the emotion in every word that leaves his mouth.

You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on,
You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong.
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down.
down

Tears slip noiselessly down Kurt's face as he watches the boy at the piano. He longs to call out his name, but holds himself back, sitting back in a chair to watch him preform.

Before you met me,I was alright, but
Things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life, now
Every February, you'll be my Valentine.
Valentine

Kurt remembers walking through Dalton for the first time two years ago. Meeting the beautiful boy in the hallway, then watching him preform the lead with the school's show choir. He remembered meeting for coffee that first time with Wes and David, remembered asking them if they were all gay. They'd chuckled to themselves before Blaine responded that no, he was the only gay one.

Let's go all
The way tonight
No regrets,
Just love.
We can dance
Until we die
You and I
Will be young forever

Kurt remembered every moment of his relationship with Blaine, from that amazing first kiss, right up to that awful night a week ago. All the milestones they'd crossed and the moments they'd shared. All the troubles they'd worked through and the loving looks they'd exchanged. Love was a funny thing, Kurt realized. It was the most amazing thing when shared with another person who reciprocates one's feelings, but when the situation is different, it can be the most painful sensation in the world.

Yo-

Kurt looked up from his daydreaming as Blaine's voice broke on the note, a loud sob ripping through the auditorium as the tears flowed freely from his eyes. He lay down his head on the piano keys, crying for all he was worth, the noises of his weeping spreading throughout the auditorium and assaulting Kurt with a fresh onslaught of pain. He wanted nothing more than to rush down the steps and take the boy in his arms, to kiss away his tears and rock him until he was calm. He bit his lip, emotions battling within him, before turning and striding out of the auditorium, careful not to let the door slam behind him.

It was opening night. Kurt looked out onto the stage from his place in the audience, excited to see the results of their hard work. The curtains opened, and the audience watched Marley and Ryder enact the summer scene, watching a sunset together on their last night before splitting for the school year.

"Danny, is this the end?"
"No, Sandy. It's only the beginning."

Kurt felt his breath catch in his throat at that line, and quietly excused himself, telling Rachel he needed to use the bathroom. He headed down the hall, attempting to calm his breathing, and opened the door to the mens room, only to find Blaine washing his hands.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed, startled at finding someone in the bathroom during the show.

"Kurt! Um, hi..." Blaine couldn't help it. His eyes lit up with hope the moment Kurt walked into the room. Maybe now they could talk, he could apologize. "Listen, I think we should-" he was cut off by Finn opening the door, obviously surprised to find Kurt and Blaine together.

"Blaine, you're- wait, Kurt? What are you- you know what? Never mind. Blaine, you're on in five minutes. Hurry it up." With that, Finn shot them both a confused glance and left.

"I guess you should go..." Kurt motioned towards the door

"I guess so." Blaine started walking out, but was stopped by Kurt

"Wait! Um... Good luck out there..."

"Thanks Kurt," Blaine said, flashing him a genuine smile before walking back in the direction of the auditorium. Kurt sighed, and turned to the urinal in order to take care of his business quickly so as to not miss Blaine's performance.

Wow. Kurt leaned against his old locker in the hallway, reliving Blaine's amazing rendition of Beauty School Dropout in his head. It had been almost flawless. Almost. Except for that one moment when he glanced at Kurt for a split second and faltered. But just for a moment. Kurt had to give it to him-the guy was an amazing performer. There was no question of whether or not he would get into NYADA next year. Kurt chuckled bitterly to himself as he remembered all the plans they had made, for when they would live in New York together. That was over now. They would never make each other breakfast in the mornings, never ride the subway hand in hand. It seemed almost silly now, all those plans. But what Kurt wouldn't give to be able to live them.

"Kurt!" Blaine suddenly appeared at the end of the hallway. "Kurt, I've been looking for you. We need to talk."

"Frankly Blaine, I'm not interested," Kurt shot back and began to walk in the other direction, but Blaine ran to catch up with him.

"Please, I want to tell you what happened" He pleaded with his eyes, begging Kurt internally to let him have his say.

"What do you want to say? That it didn't mean anythi-

"It didn't mean anything!"

"That you only made out? Huh, Blaine?" Kurt held back tears as he snapped at Blaine, unable to take the pain any longer. "I don't care. Relationships are built on trust. And I don't trust you anymore." And with that, Kurt turned on his heel and walked away, without looking back.