Carol came home with good news. Blaine was sitting in the room with Burt silently watching the news with him. Blaine seemed pretty numb the last three days, he wasn't listening to Burt and Carol greeting each other and Carol called his name four times before he looked at her.

"Blaine, Kurt is waking up tomorrow," Carol said. Blaine stared at her the words coursing through his body tangling themselves in his depression.

Blaine didn't speak instead he stood and walked back to his room shutting the door quietly. The news reporter spoke about some law coming into play as the softest echo of Blaine crying entered the room.

"Burt, I'm worried." Carol announced, looking down the hall.

"Me too, get some rest. We will deal with this in the morning." Burt pulled Carol into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "I love you." He murmured.

Blaine tossed and turned all night, Kurt’s screams tortured his dreams. He wanted something to get him to sleep quickly. Blaine went into his closet and searched for cocaine he hid from Kurt nearly a year ago. He pulled at the footboards until a small piece lifted and there it was. Blaine remembered the fight that led it to its current location.

"Blaine I can't let you do this anymore. You're not the man I fell in love with anymore!" Kurt cried yelling at Blaine.

"Then who am I huh?!" Blaine yelled back. Blaine charged after Kurt.

"I found this rehab place for you," Kurt tried to explained but Blaine was frightening him until he felt the wall touch his back.

"Blaine stop." Kurt yelled as he tried to push Blaine back. "You need to go. I need my boyfriend back!"

"No, I don't need to do anything; you can just mind your damn business." Kurt slapped Blaine

"I am trying to help you."

"Hit me." Blaine yelled slapping himself, "if it makes you feel so good then hit me goddamnit.” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s resisting hands and hit himself with Kurt hand.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled ripping his hands from Blaine’s grip. Blaine stared at him with angry eyes until he saw how terrified Kurt was. He closed his eyes and felt hot tears leak down his face.

"I'm sorry darling," he said softly. Kurt shook his head no but slid down the wall and sobbed on the floor. Blaine knelled down and pulled Kurt into a hug. "I'm sorry Kurt. I'll get rid of all of it. I will." Blaine promised as he stared at the empty closet thinking of hiding the drugs rather than throwing them out.

Blaine was brought back to present time by Burt's deep snore. He pushed his shoes back in place and went into the bathroom. He caught his reflection in the mirror and was startled by the gruesome appearance he had. He turned away and reached for the small mirror and the straight razors. He walked back into the bedroom and knelled at the front of the bed.

His hands were shaky as he distributed the white chalky powered on the mirror. He used the razor to create a line. He set aside the razor and ran his clammy hands over his sweat pants and took a deep breath before leaning over and snorting.

The feeling was instant; he felt his head fog and his mind pulling away from him. He sat back and closed his eyes, feeling everything slowly go numb. He lied on the floor and watched everything the moon light touch fade to black. Just as the last bit of white disappeared red exploded jolting Blaine upright in a thin film of sweat.

He saw the red goo oozing out from dark corners towards him. He tried to scoot back but the goo held him in place as it engrossed him. He pulled and fought from the sticky material but it was like the more he fought the tighter the goo got. It crawled up his neck and filled his ears then mouth, nose then crept over his eyes. He lost everything that fast. What was he doing? He knew it without a doubt in his mind; he should have stayed at the hospital and protected Kurt. Now he was a glob withering away into a world of brimstone and death.

Carol waited until 9 before waking Blaine up herself. She knocked on the bed room door and entered, "Blaine honey we have to--" she gasped at Blaine passed out on the floor and all the surrounding showing that he high.

"Blaine!" She screeched kneeling down beside him. She put her cold hands on his hot neck frantically searching for a pulse. He flinched at her touch and scooted away.

She gave a sigh of relief then started crying. "God damnit Blaine." She shouted.

"I can't do this. I honestly don't know how Kurt can still be with you after all of this. I'm not coming back," she said her voice quivering. "You hear me. You can come to me when you realize how much you’re actions affect everyone else’s lives." Blaine groaned and turned himself away from Carol before vomit on the floor.

Carol stood up and left him there in his own bile. Burt was on the patio when Carol stormed out the house, he sat the news paper and his cup of coffee down to reach out for her. "Honey, what is it?" He asked his hands on her arms.

"I'm not coming back here," she declared before losing all composure and making her way to the car. Burt stepped into the house and walked quietly down the hall.

Blaine lied on the floor cry Kurt’s name Burt shook his head and understood just what his wife meant.