I let myself fall down on the bed, this has been one hell of a tiring weekend. I’ve been looking for a job all Saturday, it was unsuccessful though, apart from this one shop. They said they didn’t need someone right away but in two months they will contact me. Problem is, that I kind of need it now...

Today, I’ve done my homework, visited Dad and been trying to convince Blaine all weekend to tell me what was in that text, but he hasn’t told me.

17.37 – Blaine

You been up to much today? xx

I smile, I like it when he’s the first one to text me. I can pretend that he’s thinking of me. “Did my work and visited Dad. Xx”

17.40 – Blaine

When are you introducing me to your dad? Xxx

I feel my breathing increase, I don’t even know anymore what my feelings are doing, I feel like I’m melting. “I’ll ask him.”

-

I don’t like Mondays, because they’re the days that I don’t share any classes with Blaine. On top of that, I haven’t seen him at all today. I feel slightly disappointed, I really wanted to see him. I want to tell him that I would love him to meet my Dad on Sunday after the musical. I check my phone, but there’s no text at all. I wonder if maybe I did something wrong...I text him. “Hey! Not seen you all day. Are you okay? Xx”

I feel sad when I don’t get a reply immediately and get even more paranoid. What did I do wrong?

“Kurt!” Rachel comes running towards me, panting, “did you hear?!” her face is in panic.

“What?” frowning.

“Blaine got into a fight. He just lost it...” she says, seeming in shock herself too.

“What?” I gasp, “What happened!?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” She seems upset.

“Where is he?!” I demand.

“I don’t know.” She cries in desperation.

“I need to find him!” I say leaving her, running down the hall. Where can he be? I try calling him but his phone goes onto voicemail. “Ugh!” I throw my phone back in my bag and run into the courtyard. He’s not here. I don’t even know where he lives, so my places to look for him are limited to the school ground, and I can only hope that he’s still here. My heart’s racing in my chest.

I have to find him.

I try to go over things he said to me. Things that might be useful in finding him. I run through the halls, bumping into people making their way to the lunchroom. I ignore their complaints and shout some quick apologies as I keep running. I enter the auditorium, looking everywhere for him, the stage, backstage. No, stop. I am doing it wrong. I realize now that I checked the bleachers and the auditorium, two places where I would hide; places I would come if someone would upset me at school, but...where would he hide? The school isn’t that big...what if he didn’t hide at school? Ugh! I would never find him!

Kurt, calm down. Breathe. Okay, now...think. I go over stuff we talked about, we talked about what helped us if we got upset about something. I had told him I would go talk to my Dad or hang out with Rachel. I remember! He had told me doing some sports was always something that helped him. I pray to God that I’ll find him now.

I push the door of the gym, the smell of boys’ sweat stings my nose. God, I hate the gym with a passion. I hear a weird thudding mixed with heavy panting. It must be him! Everyone else is having lunch. I slowly walk to the source of the noise, turning the corner, freezing the moment I spot him. He’s heavy beating a punching bag. He’s all sweaty and there’s bits of hair sticking to the side of his face, his chest is rapidly moving up and down, his breath shallow. A groan leaves his lips every punch he makes. I stare at him with open mouth, his arm muscles twitching, but then I realize the reason why I’m here.

“Blaine?” I whisper, he keeps punching, ignoring me, “What happened?”

“Nothing!” he spits, throwing more punches at the bag. I’m impressed by his strength and fitness.

“Blaine, let me help you!” I beg.

“You can’t!” he pants punching the bag a few more times, “Don’t you see it!” he yells, turning to me. He’s out of breath from the workout but the hurt in his eyes is easy to read, it always has been.

“You can trust me,” I whisper, “I won’t hurt you.” I shoot him a small smile.

“That’s what they all said.” Blaine snarls, his face hard. His breath is still uneven.

I stand there in silence watching him, seeing how an inner debate is going on in his head. His features harden and I feel a lump form in my throat.

“Kurt…I need you to leave me alone from now on.” He sighs.

I gasp. No! Please, I must have misheard him. No! He can’t do this!!

He looks at me again, his eyes are distant, “After the musical our paths have to go a different way again,” he says, but his voice is giving away the sadness and hurt.

“But-“

He shakes his head “I need you to leave me alone from now on. We’ll do the musical because we both worked really hard for it but after that we can’t be friends anymore.”

“But-“

“Please. I’m begging you. I can’t do this.”

I stare at him in disbelief, I don’t know what to do or what to say. I feel my whole body shake, and my eyes sting as I push back the tears. I don’t say anything as he packs his stuff, I just stare, he gives me one last look before he walks out, leaving me there alone.

I feel horrible.

I feel like my heart was the punching bag.

I feel broken.

What has just happened?