He stood and stretched, heading up to his bathroom to begin the long process of getting ready for what was sure to be a very long day. He had stopped calling Blaine within the last week, after much convincing from Mercedes and Rachel, but he knew that he would have to face his ex-boyfriend today in school. They had history and English together, as well as Glee club. He ran his face under the water, running his hand through his hair, before climbing out of the shower and grabbing a towel. He quickly dried off and began his hair and moisturizing routine.

As he walked into his closet his mind was still on his ex-boyfriend. He barely paid any attention to what he picked out to wear, something that he would have never done before a week and half ago. He normally spent around a half hour deciding what his whole outfit would look like, including shoes and accessories.

Kurt walked downstairs, grabbing an apple on his way out the door, and yelled to his father and stepmother that he was leaving. He crawled into his Navigator, plugging his iPod in and putting it on shuffle. He hit his head on the steering wheel when Raise Your Glass came on, and hastily changed the song. He screamed out loud when Soul Sister came on next, and quickly pulled the iPod out of the cord that connected it to the speakers. Apparently the whole world was against him today, even his music which rarely happened.

He drove the rest of the three miles to school in complete silence, thinking unwillingly about the handsome curly haired boy that had been plaguing his mind for a week, pulling into his normal spot. He walked into the school with his head down, and his feet took him to his locker. As if he was on autopilot, his fingers opened his locker, pulled out the books he needed, and closed the door, before his feet took him to his first class, A.P. English 12.

Kurt walked in refusing to look up as he heard whispers all around him. This was the first time all year that Kurt had walked into the class alone, without Blaine by his side. He sat in his assigned chair, which was unfortunately next to Blaine’s, and pulled out his book and notebook for the class, still refusing to look up. He heard giggling from next to him, on the side which Blaine sat, and he couldn’t help but look up. He saw the curly haired boy’s profile, a huge smile on his face and sunglasses perched on his nose. Kurt raised one eyebrow at the laughing boy, wondering why Blaine was wearing sunglasses inside, but shrugged it off. He didn’t have any reason to care about what the boy did anymore after what had happened.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the giggling boy looking at his phone before laughing harder. The teacher called the class to order and began to teach the lesson, but Kurt couldn’t ignore the random laughs that were coming out of Blaine’s mouth throughout the lesson. Every once in a while, Kurt would risk a glance at the handsome boy sitting next to him who was sometimes laughing and other times just gazing off into space. The tension for Kurt was building. He was so tempted to just reach out and grab Blaine’s hand and hold it like normal. He wanted that connection back, the connection in which Blaine would just know that Kurt would want some sort of physical contact, and the older boy would make sure that that contact would happen.

The bell rang and Kurt jumped out of his seat and practically ran to the door and down the hallway. He sighed, relieved that he wouldn’t have to see Blaine until the last period of the day, and after school for Glee. He walked through the rest of the day silently. He barely talked to anyone, only speaking in class if he was forced. Even during lunch he was silent. This day was going worse than he though. Mercedes was chatting away in his ear, obviously trying to make him forget that just across the cafeteria, directly in his line of sight, was his ex-boyfriend.

For the rest of the day Kurt was able to avoid seeing Jared. He did see him walking down the hall between fifth and sixth period, but Kurt quickly turned the other way, even though it would take him twice as long to get to his class. He didn’t know what he would do if he actually came face to face with the boy that ruined the best thing in his life. He wasn’t sure if he would punch him so break down crying, again.

At the end of the day, Kurt walked into his History class with his eyes looking down. He crashed into someone’s desk and muttered out an apology, before stiffening as he heard a very familiar laugh. He looked up and saw Blaine looking at him, practically rolling on the ground with laughter. “What has gotten into that boy” Kurt thought as he walked back to his seat in the back of the classroom. Kurt realized that Blaine still had his sunglasses on, and there was something off about his scent. Kurt was so obsessed with the way Blaine smelled, it was so Blaine. There was always a hint of cinnamon, fresh laundry detergent, and something so distinctly Blaine. Kurt loved breathing in his scent whenever they were together, but when he passed by the boy he smelled something foreign to him.

Throughout the class, Kurt thought about what it could be. He thought the scent was familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. When the bell rang, Kurt was shocked. Unlike the rest of his classes that day, History seemed to fly by. He stood up and walked slowly to the choir room. For the first time he was actually dreading going to Glee Club. He walked through the door and heard Mercedes calling him over.

“Hey hon, how are you holding up?” Kurt looked at the girl and sighed. He shrugged and looked over at the short boy who was sitting across the room with his sunglasses still on.

“Do you know what is wrong with him?” Kurt asked and Mercedes just shrugged.

“No. Why do you think something is wrong with him?” She was curious. “Wait why do you even care? I thought you said you weren’t going to care about what he did anymore?” Mercedes glared at the pale boy. She thought that she had convinced him that Blaine wasn’t worth any of his time.

Kurt looked at her, “Mercedes you know I can’t just forget about him. We were together for nine months. That is a long time to be with just one person. I love him.” The girl shrugged and motioned for the boy to continue. “And he has just been acting off. I mean he has been wearing his sunglasses all day, and he has been laughing. It is just not normal” Kurt didn’t want to say it but he was somewhat disappointed that Blaine wasn’t more depressed over this break up. With how torn up Kurt had been for the past week and a half, he was hoping that Blaine was at least a little miserable.

Mercedes looked at the dark haired boy, studying him. She thought he seemed a little zoned out, but nothing else really stood out to her. She turned to the pale boy and gave him a look clearly stating that she didn’t notice anything different.

Mr. Schue walked into the choir room and looked around. A shocked look appeared on his face when he realized that Kurt and Blaine were sitting on opposite sides of the choir room. He shrugged it off, but noticed that Blaine was wearing sunglasses. He sighed, “Blaine. You know the rules. Sunglasses off please.”

Blaine looked like he was shocked when he realized that Mr. Schue was talking to him. He slowly lowered his sunglasses, looking at them and laughing again.

“Something is really wrong with that boy” Kurt thought to himself, looking around the room to see if anyone else noticed something wrong with the tan boy. Most people in the room looked confused, excluding Santana and Puck. They were both smirking at the boy, Puck looking like he was tempted to reach out and fist pound the short boy.

That is when a memory came racing back to him. He was at Puck’s house last spring, right after he had transferred back to McKinley. The thin boy was dragged their by Finn since he was apparently moping about Blaine being so far away. He, Finn, Puck and Mike were sitting in Puck’s room while the three other boys were passing around a large glass tube with a bowl on the bottom, which Kurt later learned was a bong. He was shocked when he realized that the three athletes smoked marijuana of all things, but in Puck’s words “being a superstar is stressful. This helps us focus on the game and keeps us relaxed”. Kurt remembered the smell filling the room around him and felt himself zoning out from the second hand high. The boys around him kept laughing at the most ridiculous things, things that a sane person would never find so amusing.

So Blaine was… high? Kurt looked at his ex-boyfriend shocked. He would have never guessed that Blaine would be the one who would use illegal drugs. He always seemed so straight-edge. He was such the model student when he was at Dalton, or so Kurt had thought. How much about his ex-boyfriend did he really know? Had he ever used drugs before? Questions flew through Kurt’s mind.

He really looked at the boy and saw that his pupils were dilated and that the rest of his eyes were bloodshot. “Well that would explain the sunglasses” Kurt mused. The rest of the meeting went by quickly, Kurt watching Blaine practically the entire time, his body jumping every time the other boy would let out a giggle. After Mr. Schue dismissed the club, Kurt followed Blaine to his locker quietly, watching as the older boy grabbed his sunglasses and slammed them back onto his face. Kurt knew that people who were on drugs were prone to mood swings, but he didn’t realize that one could go from laughing to anger in a few seconds.

“Blaine what…” Kurt flinched as the older boy turned around and glared, well as much as he could glare, at his ex. “Are you okay?” Kurt stepped towards the other boy, trying to feign confidence. He wanted to just get on the ground and grovel, pleading and saying sorry to the curly haired boy. He wanted to grab Blaine into his arms and kiss him senseless.

“Kurt. Why the fuck would I be okay?” Blaine hissed at the suddenly paler boy. He was shocked at the aggressiveness in which Blaine spoke. The older boy slammed his locker, spinning around on one foot, wobbling slightly as he attempted to storm off. In actuality he froze for a moment when he felt Kurt’s hand on his shoulder. He turned his head, looking at the familiar hand. To anyone who had never seen a person high, it would seem that he was in deep thought, but Kurt knew better. He knew that Blaine was not mentally there at the moment so he lifted his hand and brought it back down to Blaine’s cheek. Blaine snapped out of whatever trance he was in and forcefully pulled the tall boy’s hand away from his body. They both felt the electricity that ran through their hands when they made contact, but neither one mentioned it.

“Stay the hell away from me. Go back to your little plaything” Blaine growled as he walked away, this time actually getting though the door. Kurt watched him walk through the front door of the school, wanting to yell out that Jared wasn’t his plaything. That he hadn’t spoken to the blonde boy since the night of the party.

He sighed at he watched Blaine through the windows of the school, before slowly heading out to his car. He didn’t even bother with his iPod this time, knowing that it would end up betraying him. He pulled into his driveway, got out of the car, and slammed the door, something he would have never done if he was in a rational mindset. He stomped into the house and up the stairs into his bedroom. He let out the silent tears that had been threatening to spill since English class.

He tried to think of what would drive Blaine to use drugs. It couldn’t be that they had broken up, could it? Blaine broke up with Kurt not the other way around. Kurt felt himself getting more and more frustrated. Blaine wasn’t allowed to be angry. He initiated the break up. He chose to end things with Kurt. He was the one who jumped to conclusions, the one who didn’t want to listen as his boyfriend explained the situation.

“No, Blaine doesn’t have any reason to be mad at me” Kurt whispered into the empty room. Maybe it was something at home. Maybe it was his dad. Kurt knew that Blaine and his father had difficulties at home, but he never though it would drive him to drug use.

Kurt felt himself falling asleep, the last thought running through his head centered around the attractive short boy that Kurt knew he was still in love with.