It had been one week. One week exactly and Blaine hadn't called Kurt. He's not calling me either, Blaine was quickly to remind himself. Blaine had given in to lying when one of the Warblers or teachers had asked how Kurt was doing back at his old school. Someone would ask and Blaine would smile and say something closely related to: "Good. He's really happy to be back with his old friends. He keeps reminding me to make sure the Warblers bring their A game at Regional's." Of course he didn't know if any of this were true because he hadn't spoken to Kurt in a week.

Derek was the only one who knew the truth and he hardly mentioned Kurt at all anymore. Blaine thought that Derek wasn't mentioning Kurt anymore because Derek wanted to get back together and since talking about Kurt is what tore them apart, then perhaps not talking about Kurt would bring them back together. Blaine hadn't spent much time talking with Derek about a reconciliation, or rather anytime at all on the subject matter, but had spent quiet a bit of time with him in general. Derek would come over after dinner and they would do homework together. They still sat together at lunch time, while Blaine would constantly eye the empty seat that Kurt used to occupy, and they still spent their free class periods together in the library studying. To Blaine it was becoming "business as usual," minus the fact that he was constantly checking his phone for missed calls that never came and leaving his AOL chat list on in case Kurt would feel moved to sending him a message.

Derek never pushed the issue of Blaine and him getting back together and Blaine never lead him on. They hadn't done anything that would make either person think they were a couple. No more 'I love yous' were said since the night they broke up. No hand holding, no flirting, no slumber parties. There was the occasional hug and kiss on the cheek good night, but that was only on a good day. It had only happened a few times in the past week. It was more of a friendly gesture than anything.

On Monday evening, Blaine joined his fellow Warblers in the choir room and he took a seat on the couch next to Jeff and Nick.

Wes banged his gavel and all attention was brought upfront to the three council members: Wes, David, and Thad.

"My fellow Warblers," Wes began, "as you all know, Regional's is in two weeks from this coming Saturday. I have just received an invitation from The New Directions to a pre-competition scrimmage. It seems that in the spirit of good sportsmanship, the New Directions are inviting all the competing choirs to their school for a sing-a-long get-together. Our presence as been requested, so I leave it up to a vote if we would like to go and perform. I should remind you all that the New Directions is the choir that Kurt now belongs to and last year's Regional runner ups Aural Intensity will be there."

Trent raised his hand. David acknowledged him. "So is it basically the three competing choirs getting together and singing a couple numbers?"

"Yes," David answered. "It was organized to promote positive sportsmanship. It was stated in the invitation that each school is invited to perform up to three numbers and none of those numbers can be part of the choirs' set list for Regional's."

From across the room, Derek was eyeing Blaine every so often to see his reaction to the proposal. He appeared to be indifferent, but Derek knew Blaine well enough that indifferent meant he was hiding something on the inside. "Shall we vote?" Wes asked the group. "All those in favor?"

Hand after hand went up. Derek saw that Blaine glanced around first before putting his hand up because there wasn't one person with their hand down. Derek raised his hand as well and Wes banged his gavel to signify the end of voting. "Looks like we'll be going. The scrimmage starts at four o'clock on Friday."

Rehearsal went on as it did every other day and they nailed down a three song set list for Friday as well. Each song featured Blaine as their soloist. At the end of rehearsal, Blaine walked out on his own and Derek caught up with him in the dormitory hallway near Blaine's room. "You didn't seem too excited to go to McKinley's scrimmage on Friday," Derek stated.

"That's because I'm not." Blaine was not in a good mood. He honestly felt bad at his immediate snap at Derek and didn't mean to direct his frustration at him, but Derek was the only one bold enough to approach him.

"I don't think he's going to make your life hell if you show up."

Blaine knew who the 'he' was that Derek was talking about immediately and it didn't make him any more calmer. "That's not it." Blaine and Derek reached Blaine's room and Blaine was sticking the key in the key hole in his door. "I'm finding it hard to imagine being in a room with him and him not wanting to look at me, never mind being close enough to talk to me."

"You haven't called him yet, have you?"

Blaine opened his door and Derek followed him in, closing the door behind him. "He made it clear that he doesn't want to be friends anymore. Why would I call him? So I can get his voicemail because he's ignoring my calls?" Blaine hung up his blazer and tie and slipped off his shoes and socks.

"Are you sure that you heard him right? What if you understood him wrong?" Derek offered.

"There really isn't any way of getting 'we can't be friends anymore' misinterpreted." He didn't want to be talking about this anymore. He didn't mind if Derek was around him, despite the fact that he'd rather be alone right now, but discussing Kurt a week later was now something that put him on edge and he didn't like not being able to control his emotions. "Can we talk about anything else?"

Derek sighed. "Sure…"

Blaine had sat down on his bed and started looking over his math homework that he had stopped half way through to go to rehearsal. He looked up at Derek after a minute of silence. Derek was looking at his shoes, seemingly a little bashful. "Did you want to bring your homework in here?" Blaine asked awkwardly.

"No. I'm about finished. I only have some reading left."

"Okay… Is there something you wanted to talk about? Because you're giving me this weird vibe."

"Sorry, it's just that… well… I just-" Derek stammered out. "W-why haven't we talked any more about getting back together?"

Blaine sighed. He didn't know how to answer that. In truth, he didn't know if he wanted to get back together with Derek. It had been a week and he still didn't know. But here they were, and the second Derek mentioned it, Blaine felt like he had his answer. His first reactional feeling wasn't sorrow or longing or even confusion like it had been when he thought about it on his own. His first feeling was annoyance. At what he wasn't sure, but he did know that annoying was not the most ideal emotion when talking about feelings with someone he was supposed to love.

Now he had his answer. He didn't want to talk about being with Derek because he didn't want to be with Derek. But that's not what came out. "I thought you said that you had nothing but time to be patient?"

"How much time do you need?"

"I don't know." That was a lie. Blaine didn't need anytime. He suddenly felt like he was being a jerk because of his lousy mood. He'd never really lied to Derek before. He didn't feel like himself because the way he was acting now was not the same person Blaine knew himself to be. "Why are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not. I just wanted to know if we were working towards a goal because this past week was kind of nice and it seemed a little effortless to be around each other."

"And us now seeing Kurt this coming Friday has nothing to do with you suddenly wanting to be official again?" Where all this attitude I have coming from? He thought to himself. Blaine was getting upset and angry extremely quick and now Derek's mere presence was bugging him right now and Blaine didn't like that feeling. He wanted to be nice and to calmly and gently let Derek down, promising friendship, but, again, that's not what came out.

"N-no. That's not it." Derek looked bashful at the floor again.

Blaine read between the lines of Derek's actions. "Yes it is. That's it exactly, I can tell. You want to be able to call me your boyfriend in the off chance that Kurt wants to talk to us and you can stake your claim on me to make him back off."

"Why does this have to be about him? It can't be just because I love you and want you back in my life in an intimate sense, can it? It can't be because I'm horny and want to have sex with you again? It can't be any reason other than something that has to do with him."

Blaine overlooked the long diatribe because all he could here was the emphasis on the word 'him.' He furrowed his brows. "He has a name you know and using it isn't going to conjure him up out of no where. You don't have to spit out 'him' like it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth either. Kurt was nothing, but nice to you and as I recall, a little more than a week ago, you were saying how you care about him too, so…"

"If you didn't want to have this conversation, all you had to do was say so."

"Really? Because I thought not talking about it for a week was me saying that I didn't want to talk about it, period."

"Period? As in you'd rather avoid it than give me a heads up so I'm not just waiting around?"

"Yeah something like that. Except maybe I was just hoping you'd get the hint."

"God, when did you become such a jerk?"

"About the same time you became so obsessed with insisting I had feelings for Kurt. Congratulations. You won that fight. You got exactly what you wanted."

"I didn't want this."

"You sure? Because you and I could have been happy. Right now, instead of fighting about stupid irrational things, we could be curled up and stupid in love, but no. You put a stop to that the second you offered your opinion on my feelings for Kurt. Thanks for that, by the way, because that seemed to blow up in everyone's face."

"Okay, I'm done. I don't need to listen to this anymore."

"Awesome. See you around."

"You're such an asshole, Blaine Anderson."

"Yeah well, who's fault it that?"

"Yours! You could choose to be happy! But no. Everything revolves around Kurt. Perfect, beautiful, Kurt and his perfection. You screwed up big time and now he wants nothing to do with you. I didn't make you an asshole. You did that to yourself. You think I was in a hurry? I was patient. I've been patient. I knew all along that you two were in love with each other, but I guess you both are too blind to see anything. He'd make moon eyes at you all the time. How did you miss that? Or did you just not care until you thought you were losing him? I mean, why would you want just one person? You had him in your grasp already, so why not add someone else to the mix? Sure, I was a well played puppet. I was the best boyfriend to you until I couldn't keep it in anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"You didn't seem to give a shit that Kurt was in love with you all along until you realized he was a hot commodity. Did you know that practically every gay guy in this school was drooling over him, but didn't dare make a move because it was so obvious of his preference for you? Jesus, I was considered a hero to the rest of them because I was able to penetrate the Kurt and Blaine force field and get to you. But not them. No one who wanted Kurt was able to get through to him. All he saw was you. The best part was how accommodating he was to you and me. He supported you and was sweet as punch to me. You took him for everything he was until he announced he was leaving. Don't think I didn't notice how bothered you were when you told me that Dave kid kissed him. It wasn't that it was that a guy YOU don't like kissed Kurt. It was that it wasn't YOU he was kissing.

"You want to know something I didn't tell you?" Derek continued. "Guess who I saw at the mall this weekend? Kurt. Wanna know who was with him? Zach. They looked pretty cozy and happy. He didn't seem to care that you two haven't talked. In fact, he didn't seem to be thinking about you at all because, well, why would he when he has someone who doesn't ignore his feelings? After all this, I can't fucking stand the kid because I'm so fucking jealous of him, but you know what? I'm happy for him. I'm happy that he looks about as happy as you and I could have been.. But most of all, I'm happy that he isn't dealing with all the shit that you'd put him through because no one deserves this. You're an asshole, Blaine. In one week you became a bitter fucking asshole and I'm so done with this. You can rot for all I care and I hope he never calls you so that you can spend another year staring at your phone for a call that will never come."

Blaine was frozen where he sat. He was seething. Derek said a lot in his non-stop rant and Blaine heard every word. "You can leave now," was all Blaine could manage to say.

"Gladly."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, fuck you too." Derek forced the door open and slammed it shut behind him as he stormed out.

Blaine could feel himself getting hot. He stood up and pulled his button up shirt over his head. He was huffing now. He screamed when he realized that he hadn't undid the buttons on his cuffs and he forced his hands out, popping the buttons off of his right cuff. He balled the shirt up and threw it across the room. Blaine ran his fingers through his gelled curls and covered his chest with on hand, feeling his heart pounding beneath his ribs. "Ahh!" he screamed again. He threw his notebook across the room and saw a few loose pages flutter down and scuttle across the floor. The mild destruction wasn't making him feel better.

He pushed everything off his bedside table, breaking the light bulb in the lamp, he went into his closet and grabbed a coffee mug off the shelf that had a picture of Derek and himself on it and threw that along with a bottle of cologne that Derek had given him for his birthday. Both of them shattered and the room immediately was filled with the smell of the cologne.

He ignored it for a few seconds when he grabbed a designer shirt Kurt had given him for his birthday and balled that up, tossing it in his desk side waste basket. When he caught a whiff of the cologne it only angered him more and he started grabbing at anything on his desk and throwing it to the ground. He stopped when two things happened at the same time. There was a knock at the door and Blaine realized he'd just demolished his favorite framed photo of him and Kurt. "What!" He yelled at the door.

"Blaine, you need to open up." It was David.

"Leave me alone, David!"

"Not gonna happen, Buddy. You're making a lot of noise and I barely have your floor advisor convinced that I'm a better person to come talk to you than him."

"I said, go away!"

"Come on, Blaine. Open up."

Blaine bent over and brushed the broken wooden and cardboard pieces away with his fingertips, careful not to cut himself on the glass. He picked up the photo and looked at it. He could hear David talking on the other side of the door, but Blaine wasn't paying attention. Instead, he bit his lip to hold back tears as he looked at the picture of Kurt and him laughing. He bit down so hard that he began to taste copper. A tear trickled down each of his cheeks and he heard his door click open. David was standing in the doorway with what looked like the floor advisor's set or master keys.

"Wow!" was all David could come up with when he saw the devastation Blaine created with his room. He then caught sight of Blaine's face and he took pity on his friend. He took two steps into the room and Blaine stopped him.

"Careful where you step."

"I'm wearing shoes- are you bleeding?"

Blaine knew he bit into his lip accidentally, but then he started inspecting his hands and didn't see any marks.

"The floor," David added.

Since David brought it to his attention, Blaine looked at the floor and there were spots on blood smeared on the tiled floor and then he felt the stinging on his feet. He put the photo down on his desk and pulled out his chair. He sat down and started to inspect the bottom of his feet. Sure enough there were little pieces here and there that he had stepped on.

"Oh my god! Blaine, you need to go to the infirmary."

"I can pick them out myself."

"Stay there." David walked over to the window, hearing the crunch of the glass under the soles of his shoes, and opened both windows completely to air out the smell of eau de demolished dormitory room. He then went over to Blaine and stopped him from trying to pick out the glass himself. "Stop. Please." His voice was calm and pleading. It got Blaine's attention.

A few more tears rolled down Blaine's cheeks. "I lost him," he said. "I lost them both."

David sighed. "Come on," he said, offering Blaine his hand. "I'll carry you piggy bag down to the nurse. With your luck, your feet will get infected if you pick all that out yourself."

Blaine stood up, wincing at the pain and let David pick him up.

David walked past Blaine's floor advisor with Blaine on his back and said "I'm taking him to the infirmary. I'll explain later."

Ten minutes later, Blaine sat up on a examining table with David quiet at his side and a nurse picking out pieces of glass with tweezers.

"How did this happen?" the nurse asked.

"I stepped on a broken picture frame by accident," Blaine answered. At least, he thought it was the picture frame, but in reality he wasn't sure what he stepped on and when he stepped on it.

Ten minutes after that, Blaine's feet were completely numb from all the digging with the tweezers and the nurse was bandaging his feet up. "The cuts are small enough that they'll heal in a couple days, but you should stay off your feet at least for twenty-four hours so you don't open up the wounds when they're trying to scab over. I'll write you a note to excuse you from class tomorrow because by the looks of your vitals I took when you got here, you obviously need some rest. I'm also going to issue you a wheel chair that you can return in two days so that if you need to get around, you can stay off your feet. I'll be right back with the paperwork for you to sign." The nurse stood up and left the room.

It was silent for a couple more minutes. "So, I'm going to help you clean up your room when we get back to your room because I don't think watching you sweep up glass in a wheelchair would make you feel better."

"Thank you." Blaine didn't know what else to say.

"Are you going to tell me why you felt your room had to die?"

"I already did."

"You lost them both?"

"Yes."

David thought for a minute. He saw Blaine walking with Derek after Warbler practice today and Kurt physically left Dalton, so he took a guess. "Derek and Kurt?"

Blaine didn't answer, but David's affirmation that he was waiting for came from a looked of emptiness in his friend's eyes.

"I thought you've been speaking to Kurt."

"I lied. The truth is that he hasn't called in a week." Tears began streaming like rivers out of Blaine's eyes almost on cue. "I fucked up, David!" His breath caught and he squeezed his head shut. David quickly jumped and embraced his friend. Blaine sobbed. "I fucked up so bad. He hates me. They both do. I'm shit. I'm nothing."

"Hey, hey, hey. Shhh. Blaine, don't say that."

"He fucking hates me."

"Who hates you?" David was getting confused.

"Kurt." Blaine was choking on every breath. "And Derek. I was such an asshole to Derek and he didn't deserve it. And Kurt… Oh my god!" His face was buried in David's shoulder. "Fuck! Kurt wants nothing to do with me."

The nurse opened the door to the examining room, stared, and blinked a few times. "I'll give you two a minute," she said and shut the door again.

Blaine straightened up, trying really hard to hold everything in. "I'm in love with him. I love him so much, it hurts."

"Who?" David asked.

"Kurt."

David smiled a little. "I know."

Blaine sniffled. "You do?"

"Yeah. Everyone does." He said it like it was supposed to be common knowledge by now. "We wondered why you were even with Derek in the first place because it was obvious that you were in love with Kurt."

Blaine wiped his nose with a tissue that David offered to him. "How did you know? I only figured it out last week."

"Different things. It was the emotion filled looks you'd give him, or just how careful and delicate you were with him. You treated him like a precious china that would break if you let it be handled by the wrong person. You could just tell that he meant so much to you. More than anything else." There was a long pause. "He loves you too, you know."

"He hates me."

"Well, before whatever happened, he loved you."

"Right," Blaine said sarcastically.

"How did you not see it? He was the only one who would challenge you. He wanted to impress you. Watching him watch you fall for Derek was heartbreaking. I don't think he saw it the way everyone else did, but I'm glad for that because it would have made things harder."

"What do you mean?"

"Derek."

"Yeah?"

"Derek and Kurt are practically the same person. Well, it seemed that way until the day after Kurt announced he was leaving. Then it was clear to see the difference between the two. They liked all the same things, you included. They had a lot of the same mannerisms."

"They're not the same person. Not even close."

"Is it possible that you fell for Derek because he was the Kurt that would admit that he had feelings for you? And is it possible that you started to fall out of love with Derek the moment you started to notice differences in Derek that proved he wasn't Kurt?"

Blaine was at a loss. "I don't know anymore. I know that Kurt wants nothing to do with me now and I just treated Derek like a huge asshole. I was mad and took it all out on him. He didn't deserve it. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm so fucked up. What do I do?"

"I don't know, man. I can't tell you what to do."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know what to do for someone with a shattered heart."

The nurse popped her head in again. "I'm sorry, but can I please have you sign these?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Come in," Blaine said, his attitude now dissipated completely.

Blaine signed all the right papers and both the nurse and David helped Blaine into the wheelchair. On their way back to Blaine's room David stopped pushing Blaine when they got in front of the floor advisor's door. "You talk to your advisor and try to explain that you're not crazy and I'll start sweeping up the glass in your room."

"Okay," Blaine agreed.

David walked away scratching his head and rubbing his neck and Blaine knocked on his advisor's door. He explained to his advisor about his injury and said that he's just under a lot of stress right now and begged him not to inform the headmaster of his freak out. After a half hour of Blaine hiding the real reason he was set off because he didn't want to get into it with someone who wouldn't understand, his advisor agreed that he'd keep it quiet this time, but next time he gets upset like that he was going to inform the school psychologist, the headmaster, and his parents. Blaine couldn't have been more appreciative.

He wheeled himself back to his room where he found David bleaching the blood spots off the floor. "I'm really sorry you had to deal with this tonight," Blaine confessed.

"I'll admit that it wasn't on the top of my to do list tonight, but I have to say that I'd rather be doing this than letting you suffer in silence any more."

"Sorry."

"No, I mean it, Blaine. We're friends. Maybe not best friends, but we're close. I don't want to see any of my friends, never mind any of my Warblers, hurting or in pain. The guys in Warblers- we're like a fraternity. That means we're brothers, family. Family sticks together in times like this. You might feel alone, but the rest of us are here for you. Especially me and Wes. You don't have to hide anything from us."

"Thank you, really," Blaine confessed.

"Anytime. When you're ready to talk, let me know because I'm here for you, man. Thick and thin, okay?"

"Okay."

"Is there anything else you need? I'm just about done cleaning up your room. There's no more glass and the blood is bleached off the floor. You might want to keep the window open for the next couple days to get the cologne smell out."

"Okay. I think I'm all set. I'm not completely out of commission, so I'm pretty sure I can put myself to sleep when I'm ready, but thank you for cleaning up. You really didn't have to. I know you probably have as much homework as I do, so you don't have to stay."

"I'm going to go, but do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Call Kurt. Maybe not today, but sometime this week."

"I'll think about it."

"Cool." David gave Blaine a hug. "Alright, man. I'll come check on your before class to make sure you're decent."

"Sure thing."

"Try to get some sleep."

"I will."

The boys said their good nights and David left. Blaine left a little better, but not much because he felt like an asshole for the way he treated Derek and didn't like the person he turned into today. Derek had every right to say the things he did. And look where Blaine put himself today. His behavior only pushed someone else away and injured himself.

When he finally got himself into bed, he laid there with his phone opened up to Kurt's contact information. He had thought about pressing send to call him a thousand times, but couldn't bring himself to call. All he could think about was Kurt saying "we can't be friends anymore." Then he typed and retyped text messages and his last message just read a simple "I'm sorry," but none of the messages were sent.

Sleep finally found him with his phone still clutched in his hand.