“Jared what the hell?” Kurt screamed as he looked down at his body making sure that he wasn’t naked or anything. He moved his lower body and let out a sigh of relief when he realized that there was no pain except for his back. His thoughts of relief then turned to confusion. Weren’t he and Blaine going to spend the night together and have the special moment that they had been planning on? In fact, Kurt thought as he looked around the room at the sleeping bodies, where is Blaine?

Jared smirked at him as he let the blanket accidently slip off his body showing his very ripped chest. “What Kurt. You don’t remember the amazing night we spent together? I am hurt” His eyes sparkling with mischief. Kurt glared at him about to yell some more when the events of last night came crashing down. Him and Jared kissing. Blaine storming out of the house after breaking up with Kurt. They broke up last night. Kurt felt his body crumble to the ground and he heard someone sobbing near him. He looked around for a second before realizing that those horrific noises were coming out of him.

He needed to get to Blaine. He needed to explain what happened and that Jared had forced himself on Kurt, and that Kurt didn’t initiate anything. He quickly found his shoes, ignoring Jared’s attempts at pulling him back into, was it bed even if was a couch, with him. He shoved his feet into his boots, not even bothering to lace them up as he stormed out the living room door, the same one that less than twelve hours ago, Blaine had stormed out of. He headed down the hallway that led to the front door not noticing anything as he ran his hands against the walls out of habit. It wasn’t until he felt his hand dip into a hole, that he looked at the wall. All around him were hand-sized holes that someone who was furious must have made.

“Blaine” Kurt’s hand covered his mouth as he observed the damage that was done around him. He couldn’t believe that he drove Blaine to do this, to destroy someone else’s house. He pulled his hand into a fist and slowly slid it into one of the, what had to be at least, fifteen holes. The wall easily swallowed up his hand since Blaine’s fist was much larger than his own. He felt his body shake with sobs as he closed his eyes and tried to imagine what Blaine must have been feeling last night.

He imagined walking in on Blaine and another boy kissing, a boy that they had fought about before. He felt his body heat up in anger and felt his other hand clench into a fist. He tried to breathe, to calm himself down, but the mental image of Blaine in another boy’s arms kept appearing in his head. He forced himself through the rest of the hallway and out the front door. He took a deep breath, the fresh air clearing his head. He knew his head was pounding, and his eyes were aching, but he was so focused on finding Blaine and explaining what had actually happened, that he was able to ignore the telltale signs of his hangover.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, relieved to see that it had at least some charge to it. He dialed the number he had memorized as soon as the shorter boy had given it to him, and felt his heart beating faster as the other line rang. After what seemed like an hour, Blaine’s voicemail answered and Kurt let out a heavy sigh.

“Blaine, it’s me. Um. Kurt I mean,” It had been forever since Kurt had actually said his own name when calling his boyfriend and that alone seemed like a symbol that their relationship had changed, “We need to talk. I need to, I need to explain Blaine. I didn’t do what you think I did. I love you! Please just call me back. I need to know you are at least safe.” Kurt remembered the holes in the walls, “and please make sure to ice your hand or go to the doctor if it hurts too badly. I love you so much Blaine” He trailed off with a whisper hoping that Blaine would call him back.

He looked around on the street realizing that he didn’t have a way of getting home. He sat down on the curb not knowing what to do. He couldn’t call his dad, since he would go try to kill Blaine and he couldn’t call Carole since she would tell his father. He thought about calling Finn but he would still be passed out from Puck’s party. That was it. He took out his phone and dialed Puck’s number, knowing that the boy had a habit of getting up early after a party. He sighed happily when Puck’s voiced flowed through the ear piece.

“Puckerman here. What do you want?” Puck’s voice was cocky as usual which meant he hadn’t looked at the caller i.d. before answering.

“Um Puck. Hi it’s Kurt” Kurt spoke softly as if he was worried someone would hear him.

“Kurt? Man what’s up?” Puck’s voice changed to the tone he only used when he was with his close friends. At some point last year they had actually become friends. Puck may have been a bastard, but if he was your friend he would be your friend for life and would do anything to protect you.

“Puck. Could you please come pick me up? I’m in Westerville” Kurt heard his voice cracking at the end of his sentence as he felt tears beginning to flow again.

“Kurt what’s wrong?” Puck sounded worried when he realized his friend was crying.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Just can you come get me or not?” Kurt whispered not wanting to make his crying apparent.

“Yeah sure dude, but why isn’t Blaine driving you?” Puck was confused. He knew that they went to the party together. Did something happen? Did Blaine end up in the hospital and that is why Kurt was crying.

“Thank you. I’ll be waiting out front” He listed off the address and heard Puck scribbling it down on a piece of paper. He hung up the phone before Puck could as any more questions and allowed himself to cry freely. He broke when Puck said Blaine’s name. He continued crying until he heard a car pull up in front of him and looked up. He saw Puck’s mohawk leaning out the window. He saw Puck moving his mouth but didn’t hear any words coming out. The pale boy stood up quickly, brushing his pants, and scrambled into the passenger’s seat.

“Kurt what happened? Where is Blaine? Where are we going?” Puck spoke quickly reaching over and grabbing the small boy’s shoulder.

“Just take me home please” Kurt mumbled before pulling away and leaning on the door. Puck took the hint, he knew when to be silent. The long drive was quite, with not even the radio playing. When Puck pulled up to the other boy’s house he put the car in park and turned to ask Kurt again what was wrong. However by the time he turned, the pale boy had already escaped after muttering a soft goodbye and thanks. Puck watched at the boy unlocked his door and walked in, worried about what had happened to make Kurt cry. Puck knew that he would find out the details from Finn later and would then decide who’s ass to kick.

Kurt slowly made his way up the stairs, not wanting to wake up his father or Carole. He walked into his room turning around and closing his door locking it before he fell against the door crying once again. He thought that he would have run out of tears by now but they just kept coming. His chest literally hurt as he picked up his phone once again to call Blaine. This time he didn’t leave a message but made sure to listen to Blaine’s voice telling him to leave a message. He decided to send him a text, thinking that maybe Blaine just didn’t want to be forced to talk.

Kurt: Blaine. I would really like to talk to you. Please just text me or something to let me know that you are alive?

Kurt stared at his phone waiting for a reply that never came. He sighed after an hour or waiting and wandered over to his computer. He went on facebook and checked Blaine’s profile out of habit. His breath hitched when he saw Blaine’s new relationship status. The word single glared at him. He looked at Blaine’s profile picture and saw it was no longer a picture of them smiling in the snow, it was just Blaine sitting on his bed with his guitar. The picture that Blaine had had up when Kurt first met him. Since they became friends they had always had a picture of themselves together.

That is the exact moment it hit Kurt that last night really happened and Blaine had really broken up with him. He couldn’t believe that after so much they wouldn’t be together anymore. Kurt felt dry sobs ripping through his body. “Ah so now all the tears are gone” Kurt thought to himself laughing oddly to himself. It was one of the strangest noises that had ever come out of his body.

A little while later, it could have been minutes or hours, Kurt didn’t really know, Kurt was sitting on his bed, his t.v. flickering with some random show. He wasn’t paying attention, instead letting his mind wander to the good times that he and Blaine had had. He knew that he was torturing himself by thinking about it, but he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t making up how in love they were in his head.

He was barely aware when his father knocked on his door asking if he was alright. Kurt replied that he was fine, just tired. Around dinner time someone knocked again and Kurt quickly answered that he didn’t want anything to eat. He heard a sigh and footsteps leaving the hallway. He looked at his phone again hoping that Blaine had texted him back or called. Kurt had tried a few more times, both calling and texting his boyfriend, “no wait ex-boyfriend” Kurt thought to himself.

“Fuck” Kurt screamed into his pillow before punching his bed. He continued screaming, trying to let all of his anger out. He was angry and Jared for coming near him and kissing him, he was angry at Blaine for jumping to conclusions and breaking up with him, but most of all he was furious at himself. He shouldn’t have drank. He knew that since he had been drinking the whole night his reaction time was very slow. He also knew that since he was drinking he wasn’t thinking clearly and all he knew was that someone was kissing him. He wasn’t thinking that it was wrong, he was just thinking about the warm body that was pressed against his.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, all he knows is that he woke up with the sun shining in his eyes and his clothing wrinkled. He groaned when he sat up, his head pounding for the second time in a row, but this time it was just from being dehydrated from all the crying he did. He crawled out of bed and slowly opened the door, walking quietly down to the kitchen. He grabbed a water bottle and scurried back up to his room. He closed and locked the door once again going back to his bed.

He grabbed his phone and saw that Blaine had yet to call him or text him. He saw there were a few missed phone calls and voicemails from Mercedes, Rachel and Puck, but maybe most surprisingly Santana. His eyebrows wrinkled from confusion but he decided to ignore the messages for now. He dialed Blaine’s phone number and pressed the call button. He listened to the phone ring and sighed when Blaine’s voice came over the speaker.

“Blaine it’s Kurt again. Please just call me. I need to explain everything. I love you Blaine” Kurt whispered into the phone. He sighed, before the screaming started again, this time resulting in his phone getting tossed across the room and hitting the wall, making the battery fall out, and his father coming up and pounding on his door.

“Kurt. Open this god damn door right now!” Burt yelled pounding on the door. “Kurt I will break this door down if you don’t open it” Burt was worried about his son. He had never seen him like this, not even when his mother had died. He backed up about to slam his body into the door, when he heard the lock click. He walked in and saw his son lying on his bed shaking and his heart broke.

He walked over and grabbed his son and pulled him into a hug feeling the young boy’s body shake and collapse into his father’s grasp.

“Kurt. Son what is wrong” Burt asked worried. He was at a lost. He had no idea what to do. He looked down at his son, feeling his shirt getting wet with tears. All he could make out was the name Blaine over and over. He felt his pulse quicken with anger at whatever that boy did to his son.

“What did that boy do to you Kurt?” Burt asked pulling his son away from him and looking down at him. Kurt shook his head still crying, but not as loudly.

“Dad no. I did it. It is all my fault he broke up with me” Kurt mumbled not looking at his dad. “Dad can you just leave me alone? Please?” Burt looked down at him and saw that his son looked really worried. He nodded and stood up.

“Kurt I am here if you need to talk” Burt stood up and left the room, taking one last glance at his son. He turned closing the door and saw Finn standing next to him. He saw the worried look in his stepson’s eyes and just shrugged. “I don’t think he is doing too well Finn. He said something about Blaine and him breaking up.” Finn’s eyes widened with shock at that statement.

“Wait are you serious? But they are well were so” Finn trailed off seeing Burt nod in agreement. They as well as everyone else thought that they were the one couple that would last. Finn knew he had to call in reinforcements and started thinking of a plan as he watched Burt walk down the stairs. Finn wandered into his room before picking up his phone and calling someone he knew Kurt would want to talk to.

“Mercedes. I am worried about Kurt.” Finn trailed off.

Kurt heard a knock on his door and decided to ignore it. That is until he felt his mattress sag under someone else’s weight. He looked up and saw Mercedes and Rachel sitting there with movies and some tubs of ice cream.

“Kurt come on we are having a girls night. You don’t have to talk just listen to us okay?” Mercedes told the pale boy. The rest of the night was spent with the girls laughing while Kurt just laid there and listened.

The rest of the winter break was a blur to Kurt. He knew that his friends came over and tried to comfort him. He knew that he cried himself to sleep every night and would sometimes break down when he saw something or heard something that reminded him of him.

One night he was listening to his ipod when “Teenage Dream” came on. Kurt lost it. He tore apart his room, breaking his bedside lamp and ripping a few of his pillows. Finn ran into the room after hearing all of the commotion and saw Kurt curled up in a ball on his floor surrounded by feathers and shattered glass. Finn slowly made his way over to his stepbrother’s ipod and unplugged it and slowly began cleaning up the mess. He didn’t know what else he could do. He had never felt so helpless.

Kurt remembered calling and texting Blaine constantly throughout the break with no response. There was one low point when he called Blaine eleven times and texted him twenty-three. After about seven of those texts and three calls, the rest of the phone calls were him apologizing for calling so much.

He went to bed the morning before school started spring semester. He couldn’t help but worry about what was going to happen when he saw Blaine tomorrow. He knew that they had three classes together every day, not including Glee club. The only real reason he knew this was because they had been so excited to be able to see each other throughout the entire day. He sighed not wanting to think about the happy times. He had learned his lesson, that thinking about the good times, the times pre-new year’s, only led to more tears. He sighed finally falling into a fitful around two in the morning, knowing that he would have to wake up in a little over four hours.