Kurt's dad was worried about his son. Sunday evening after the wedding, they didn't see him and when he just walked down Monday morning ready for school he was really worried. Kurt's eyes were kind of puffy and he wasn't himself.

"You alright kid?" Burt asked him.

Kurt shrugged, "I'm fine. I have to get to school." He grabbed his keys and made his way to the school. All day Kurt searched for Blaine, but obviously he wasn't at school. It wasn't strange, but he saw Rachel going through Blaine's locker which meant she was probably getting homework for him.

Santana snapped her fingers in front of his face, "Lady Hummel, talking to you."

"Sorry," Kurt shook his head from his thoughts, "What were you saying?"

"I think you should ride on your magical pink unicorn because you are so down," Santana put a hand on her hip.

Quinn slapped her arm, "Leave him alone he is grieving."

"I'm not grieving," Kurt said to her, "Like I said earlier, we aren't broken up. Blaine said he wanted space so that's what I'm giving him."

"Actually he is at home," Quinn pointed out, "Technically he is giving you space as well."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Kurt asked her.

Quinn sighed, "Look, what Blaine is doing is serious. He likes you a lot obviously and he wants to make sure the both of you make decisions that you won't regret for the rest of your life."

Santana, Brittany, and Kurt all looked at one another.

"I thought he was just staying home because he ran out of his smelly hair gel," Brittany shrugged.

Kurt shook his head, "Well thank you for that insightfulness Quinn, but I don't think that's what he meant."

"Whatever," Quinn waved her head, "Believe me or not. I know you better bring it this week and next for our cheerleading competition."

"Of course I will," Kurt smiled at her. "All night long baby."

The next day, Kurt felt like he was punched in the gut. Blaine was slowly walking to his locker and opening it. Kurt didn't think he would feel like this inside. His insides hurt and he just didn't know what to do.

As Blaine walked from Tina, two of the hockey players walked by and doused Blaine in slushie.

"Shit," Kurt said looking around realizing no one else was around. Picking out his towel from his bag, he closed his locker door and walked taking Blaine's arm to pull him into a bathroom.

"Kurt?"

Kurt looked at him and handed the towel over. He really didn't want to talk now. He couldn't find his voice. He leaned on the sink and wrapped his arms around himself. "I'll talk to them and get them to leave you alone."

Letting out a sigh, Kurt stayed looking at the ground, "I'm sorry they have been talking. It's just because I haven't said anything and refuse too. It's none of their business."

"Thank you," Blaine said to him, "I'm sorry about your towel."

"Just keep it," Kurt waved his hand and tried not to look up, "I'll see you later." He walked out of the bathroom and straight down the hall. He left walking to his first class, he knew if he stopped now he would just lose it and he couldn't right now.

At lunch, Kurt looked over at the New Directions table and saw that Blaine wasn't sitting there. He figured he must be in the library. The girls at the table were talking about some party that happened a few weeks ago, that Kurt didn't go to because he was with Blaine.

Kurt sighed as he continued to eat his lunch. The rest of the day just didn't seem to go anywhere. As he walked into Glee club, he realized it would be the first time they would have to probably look at one another.

Sitting with Santana, Brittany, and Quinn, Kurt just sat and tried to listen to Mr. Schuester go on, but Kurt couldn't stand it. When he signaled the end of class, Kurt heard Mr. Schue call over Blaine, so he made his way out.

"You looking for an easy out?" Santana asked him.

Kurt shook his head, "I'm just trying to leave is all."

"You seem more boring now that you two aren't dating," Santana pointed out.

"We are still together," Kurt said through gritted teeth.

Quinn looked at Santana who shrugged, "Look honey-"

"No way," Kurt took a step back, "Don't honey me. What is going on between Blaine and I is none of your business and if you would kindly butt out it would be appreciated." He huffed and walked out to his car.

The rest of the week did not go as well Kurt would have hoped. Whenever he would look up, Blaine was always there. And something would punch Kurt in stomach, he always looked happy. Maybe Blaine was right about them from the beginning.

Kurt walked into the library during lunch and accidently stumbled onto Blaine and Mike studying. He shouldn't eavesdrop is what he kept telling himself, but he couldn't help but listen.

Prom? Kurt had completely forgotten about his senior prom. This year was just going to end in disaster. He walked out of the library with his head hanging low. He went to his locker and opened it slowly.

"You need something to get your spirit up," Santana said to Kurt. She slapped him on the ass, "I can just sense your sexiness leaving you."

Kurt groaned, "Do you mind. I am trying to stay in the zone for this competition."

"I will not mind," Santana crossed her arms over her chest, "So was it all part of his plan for you to be miserable?"

"Would you just not please," Kurt slammed his locker closed, "I need to go find somewhere to think." He walked off. He went somewhere he knew no one could find him.

Kurt walked into the auditorium. He set his bag down in one of the chairs and climbed up on the stage. He breathed in and out. He was happy he didn't have to wear his uniform today, since he loves wearing his own clothes.

Closing his eyes, Kurt began to sway slightly and when he opened them, he looked out at the crowd in front of him. He gave a smile and then it fell, he remembered where he was and what happened over the past couple of weeks.

Lowering himself down, Kurt sat on the stage and then he heard one of the doors open. He was about to get up until he saw who it was.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you."

Kurt shrugged and he didn't move from his spot, "It's fine." He really didn't know why Blaine was here, but he wished he wasn't right now.

"I just talked to Santana," Blaine said.

Kurt finally looked up at him, "And what did Satan have to say?" He honestly wanted to know since she was acting strangely friendly lately with everything that has been going on.

"She may have an outer layer of hot evilness, but her insides are soft to the core," Blaine said and Kurt could hear the hint of smile in his voice.

"I knew that," Kurt gave him a small smile, "I mean she wouldn't be dating Brittany if she was the cold hearted bitch she tries to perceive. Plus she didn't help me through some rough patches," he remembered.

Blaine gave him a nod, "Right, anyways. I wanted to talk to you about something. She gave me a ticket to your cheerleading competition that is tomorrow night. I guess that I'm asking is..."

"If I want you there?" Kurt snapped at him as he leaned back on his arms, "Because I'm not your baby sitter you can do whatever the hell you want."

"I know that," Blaine said with his voice growing soft, "What I am trying to ask. Is if it would bother you if I went? I mean I have been thinking of joining up a cheer squad myself, I think I'm flexible enough."

Kurt blushed as the memories floated in his head, "Geez. You are such an ass," he laughed.

"I only learn from the best," Blaine said grinning at him. "So you don't mind if I come?"

Kurt thought for a moment, and then he realized he would really want Blaine there. He would love for Blaine to come. He tried to be as quiet as he could, "I think I would like you there."

"I understand Kurt," Blaine said to him, "I may not see you guys afterwards or know if you win, because I'll have to leave early. I'm going on vacation with my family."

Kurt hadn't heard about that. "That's good," he nodded, "I mean going on vacation with your family. I know you don't get to do that often."

"Great," Blaine said with a smile, "So look for me in the audience." He gave Kurt a look, and turned around walking out of the auditorium.

Kurt pulled his knees up to his chest and let his head rest on them. He really needs to stop thinking about Blaine so much.

The Cheerios took the next day off to rehearse and then head off to their competition. Kurt was standing around with the Cheerios and other cheerleading groups waiting for their time to shine.

Kurt looked out in the audience searching for Blaine, but he didn't see him yet.

"He's coming," Quinn told him.

"I know," Kurt sighed, "I just don't know why I'm so worried about him not being here."

Quinn gave him a look, "Do you want the honest answer or..."

"Never mind," Kurt said, "I need to be in the zone for this."

"We will do amazing, just as always," Quinn smiled at him.

Kurt just gave a nod. For some reason in the back of his mind, he found comfort in the fact that Blaine was in the audience. Closing his eyes, he kept thinking about performance he had in mere moments.

When the announcer announced the McKinley High Cheerios, they all ran out jumping up and down. Kurt knew they were going to win this. He did all of the moves as they had practiced for weeks. Somehow he even forgot that Coach Sylvester was on the side lines giving every cheerleader a look.

Suddenly they finished and everyone in the audience was on their feet applauding them. Kurt smiled as he looked out and found that Blaine had already left. He knew he had been there, but he wished he had at least stayed to see if they won.

The Cheerios left the stage to let the next cheerleading group take over. Coach Sylvester was standing and waiting for them, "Well let's hope that basket toss didn't mess up our score."

Kurt was positive that meant they did well. They all stood at the side of the stage and waited until they started announcing the first, second, and third places.

Finally the announcer came out and announced that McKinley High was the winner. The Cheerios ran out on to the stage and took the trophy holding it high in the air.

On the bus back, the Cheerios were talking excitedly about the win. Kurt took out his phone checked his Facebook. That's when he saw it, one of the first posts, was a picture of Blaine with the Warblers. Sebastian had his arm around his shoulders staring at him. The picture was recent, and posted just a few hours ago.

Underneath the photo were comments from the Warblers. One named Jeff mentioned how good it was to see Blaine again. Another who was named Nick talked about how they had to have another movie night. Then Sebastian commented on how nice of an ass Blaine had. Within seconds Blaine commented back telling Sebastian to shut up with a smiley face at the end.

Kurt's mind was reeling. What was Blaine playing at here? He stared at the picture and wondered what was going on. Blaine really didn't care about Kurt anymore. If Blaine wanted to play, so could he. Standing up on his seat, he smiled to everyone, "Party at mine tonight to celebrate our win!"

Quinn and Santana looked at each other. "Um, Kurt what are you doing?" Quinn asked him.

Kurt just smiled at her, "I'm doing exactly what Blaine suggested. I am living my life exactly how I want it and with no parents at my house this weekend while they took off for their honeymoon this morning I can live it up."

"Can I invite my boyfriend?" one of the Cheerios asked.

Kurt grinned at her, "Invite everyone." If Blaine could play a game, so could Kurt. He was going to get wasted tonight and that is something the old Kurt would do.

When the Cheerios got back to Lima, Kurt immediately drove to the liquor store and used his fake ID, which he hadn't used in months, to buy some alcohol. The guy behind the counter didn't even care that he looked younger. The name on his ID was French, so whenever someone would start asking him questions he would start babbling in French and eventually they would back off.

With his navigator full of alcohol, Kurt drove home. Now he had to explain to Finn what was going on. He got out of the car and grabbed some of the bags taking them inside.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Finn asked him with his mouth full of some kind of leftover Chinese food.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "The girls and I are going to celebrate our win today. I am going to wasted. Everyone is coming."

"Wait, you're throwing a party while mom and Burt are gone?" Finn asked after he swallowed his bite. "What would Blaine say?"

Kurt was angry, "I don't care what Blaine says. Blaine isn't here right now. Blaine told me to think about myself and I am, so stay out of my relationship. You can invite the New Directions if you want." He walked back out to his car to get the rest of the drinks he bought. This better work, he thought to himself.

Within just a couple of hours the party was blowing up. Finn did invite the New Directions over and somehow the house was wall to wall with people. The Cheerios knew everyone at the school and then the schools next to theirs. They had connections everywhere, so when there was a party, everyone showed up.

Kurt had his fifth drink in his hand, as he was dancing to the bass pounding throughout the house. He was squeezed between to girls he didn't really know, but he was letting everything go.

"Hey!" one of the girls shouted at him.

Kurt looked down at her, "Hi, you know I'm gay?"

"I know," the girl giggled, "And that guy over there has been staring at you all night."

Looking in the direction the girl was pointing, Kurt saw a guy who looked tall and handsome. Definitely not Blaine handsome though. No Blaine, Kurt reminded himself again. "If you ladies will excuse me," Kurt said slipping away. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, so he when he tripped he thought he was going to fall.

"You alright?"

Kurt looked up and saw the guy's green eyes. "Fine," Kurt said and giggled. He took another drink from his cup and he realized it's empty. He pouted, "I'm out. Want to get some more?"

The guy laughed, "Sure." He followed Kurt through the house and they stopped to get their drinks. "My name is Ronny."

"Kurt!" he shouted even though he didn't have to now, "Whoops." He laughed as he filled his cup and took a long drink, "Haven't seen you around here before?" He tried to sound flirty, and hoped it came out right.

"I just transferred," Ronny said watching as Kurt drained his cup again, "So you a cheerleader?"

"I am," Kurt smiled goofily.

All of sudden, Ronny was backing him up and had him trapped between his body and the cupboards, "So I bet you can bend in all kinds of ways."

Kurt's brain just started swirling as he felt this guy start to touch him. Blaine was the only one who touched him like that. He started shaking his head, "No."

"What's wrong?" Ronny asked as he dipped his hand underneath Kurt's shirt, "I thought the way you were dancing was just a sign."

"No," Kurt whined in his drunken state. He wanted to shout out for help, but no one could hear him over the music blasting.

"Come on," Ronny whispered his ear.

Kurt tried to push him away, but he was so much bigger than him. "Please don't."

"I think he said no."

Ronny and Kurt both turned to see a small brunette in the door way wearing her signature animal sweater which happened to be a reindeer today. "What the hell do you want?"

"Let go of my friend," Rachel walked over to them and squeezed herself between them to get the guy away from Kurt. "I think you should leave. Come on Kurt, we need to have a talk." She grabbed Kurt by the wrist and pulled him towards his bedroom.

Rachel knocked on the door and with no answer she went inside pulling Kurt with her. She set him on the bed and put her hands on her hips, "And what do you have to say for yourself?"

And that's when Kurt lost it. He had tears flowing down his face and he started babbling. "Where's Blaine?" "I need Blaine." "I love Blaine."

Rachel held Kurt as he cried and then after he exhausted himself he fell asleep with dreams he never wanted to have.