5 years later. Blaines pov.
I bolt through the crowds racing to my office. Fuck. I am going to be late again! I run across the busy New York street almost getting hit by multiple cars. When I get to work I skid to a stop and open the door with weak arms. "Your late." Mr. Kellin, my boss, answers angrily waiting by the door. "Im so sorry... I promise it wont happen again." I whisper putting my head down. "Your sure right about that, because your fired." Mr. Kellin says sternly. I am unfazed my that honestly. Thats my third job I have lost in one year. Maybe being a lawyer, photographer, and a waiter isnt my thing...oviously. I quitely leave and linger back to my apartment. I open the door and push it open making a annoying noise. I look around my "apartment." My fan slowly spins with one of the umm... Whats it called... A thingy missing, My couch has faded into a weird blue color with stains, My TV has a big crack on the screen from the one time I tripped and face first fell into the tv screen. I walk into my tiny bedroom and lay on the mattress on my floor. I stare up at the cracked ceiling. I sometines wonder how Kurts life is. If he ever made it to broadway or is working for something that has to do with fasion. I laugh darkly. Kurt would think I was so weak if he saw me now. I sit up and walk over to my half empty closet, I reach up at the top shelf and pull down a small box, walk back over to my "bed", and sit indian style on it. I slowly open the box and sigh. I pull out hundreds of photos with Kurt and I. I smile looking down at our senior prom picture. Tears gather in my eyes as I continue looking at the photos one by one. I find the photo that is my favorite. Kurt and I were in Times square at christmas time. Kurt was standing in front of the lights in a big black button up jacket and tight black skinny jeans. He had a navy scarf wrapped around his neck. His cheeks and nose were flushed from the snow. His face filled with laughter. I feel a tear travel down my cheek and it lands on the photo. Suddenly I hear the main door fling open and shut loudly. "Im home." My roomate shouts. I quickly throw the photo in the box and hide it in the closet. "Hi, Wes." I say walking out of my room. "Hi, how was work?" Wes asks me setting food on our table. "Well... Mhh... I got fired." I answer carefully knowing how mad Wes gets. His head shots up and he glares at me. "Im not paying all the rent." Wes hisses throwing an empty food box in the trash. "I know... I know." I grumble sitting down at the table shoving a plain salad in my mouth. "You have to stop beating yourself up." Wes randomly exclaims. I look up at him. "You have been beating yourself up since-" Wes gets cut off. "Since Kurt." I finish his sentence. Wes nods sitting beside me eating. "Wes, I cheated on that one person that I loved. I was drunk and tired... And stupid and I slept with some guy that I dont even remember his name." I pause causing a dramatic effect. "K-Kurt was my soulmate." Blaine blurts out crying. Wes wraps a tight arm around him tightly. "I know your having a hard time but... You should probably go find a job. " Wes murmurs. "And theres plently of fish in the sea." Wes adds getting up to get another plate. "But only one like Kurt." I add quitely to myself.