The next days looked the same; Blaine waited to get out of bed until he was certain that his father had gone to work, and then he took flight to the record store, or the library. The record store owner offered him to make a little cash by looking after the store every once in a while which he gladly accepted - cash would never be a bad thing, and it would take his mind off things at home and about Quinn.

He ended up giving in and got his hair cut off. He felt weird and naked without his curls flying around his ears and face in the wind, but he saw it as something that could mean a new beginning.

Even though he had been determined to call Puck and tell him about Quinn’s decision he hadn’t done it. He was afraid that Kurt might be the one to answer the phone again. He didn’t know why it was such a big deal to him, he just couldn’t stand the thought of hearing Kurt’s voice again. He had been so sure that he would never hear it again, and to have Kurt pick up the receiver and take him by surprise had felt like a punch in the stomach.

Quinn came to the store every now and then to catch up and hang out. She hated being at home just as much as Blaine did. She said she felt like her parents knew there was something she wasn’t telling them, and she felt like they watched her every move.

“I went to that guy in town. He said he could help me in two weeks,” she muttered one day while Blaine was putting the new records in their boxes. He wanted to turn around and grab her shoulders and just shake her, convince her that she should call Puck so he could try to talk some sense into her, but he knew that it would be pointless - she wasn’t going to change her mind.

“Honestly, I don’t wanna hear about it. I think you’re being stupid. It’s dangerous, and you know it. And you know how you can get around something like that,” Blaine emitted without as much as looking at her.

“Blaine. Come on, I need you to go with me. I can’t do this alone. You don’t know what it’s like with parents like mine,” she implored as she grabbed his arm.

Blaine turned around and glared at her with an angry expression on his face.

“I don’t, huh? You don’t know anything about me or my parents, so spare me. I’m not going with you, because I know what you are doing is wrong. I’m refusing to go with you because I don’t wanna support you in doing something that can ruin you forever.”

He shuffled around her and marched down the aisle to disappear into the backroom of the store.

“You’re all I have -” she cried after him through the shop, but he didn’t stop and return to her.

It was harsh. Of course it was. But how could it not be when the silly girl wasn’t listening to a thing he was trying to tell her? Just ignoring what he had explained to her about the damages she was about to do to herself.

He rubbed his eyes to get a hold of his head before he walked down between the shelves to start listing the records they needed to order more of.

When he reached The Beatles he froze for a second and felt a chill run down his spine.

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.

He let a finger run down the plastic cover protecting the paper. He let his finger trace over the title of track number 1 side 2 - Within You Without You.

He allowed the memories to flush in over him. How he had sat with Kurt who was asking him to teach him how to listen to music - helping him feeling the pulsing of the tunes through his veins, and observing how his closed eyelids moved with the music.

He put the record back on its shelf and hurried to proceed to the rest of the shelves with a lump in his throat he didn’t quite understand.

*

Blaine was lying on his back on his bed when someone knocked aggressively on his door. He had been completely absorbed in the record that was playing so he almost jumped from the shock.

“Blaine. There’s someone on the phone for you -” His mom said. At first Blaine felt a rush through him, and the first thing that popped into his head was Kurt, even though he knew that Kurt would never have any chance of getting his phone number from anywhere.

Then he realized that his mom sounded very upset and he got to his feet.

“It’s a girl. She’s crying and won’t tell me what’s wrong, she just keeps saying that she wants to talk to you,” his mom explained, and Blaine rushed through her.

He grabbed the receiver from the table and was scared of what he was going to hear. Had Quinn got sick from going to the guy who would help her get rid of her baby? Had her parents found out and done something awful to her?

“Quinn? I’m here. What’s happening?” Blaine burst out, not even caring to stress down.

“I don’t… it just hurt… blood everywhere -” she cried into the phone making Blaine’s blood freeze over. He felt dizzy, and he had to swallow to get a hold of himself.

“I’m coming. Don’t do anything irrational,” was all he spat out before he hung up the phone and hurried out the door.

It only took him 10 minutes to run the way to Quinn’s house, but he was afraid that it had been 10 minutes too long. So much could happen in 10 minutes, and when he finally was at her door he felt like he was going to vomit, but he rushed in the door.

It was way too early in the day for her parents to be home, so he didn’t care about knocking. He burst into through the house he had never been in before, and found Quinn on the kitchen floor, blood on her clothes and fingers.

His head started spinning, but he drew in a heavy breath and sat down next to her, not knowing what to say or do.

“I just… I was just in the kitchen, and then I just -”

She got interrupted by a frightening cough, that made Blaine dizzy, when he saw that the red intensified on her hands.

“Jesus, Quinn - you’re coughing blood. Where’s your phone? I’m gonna call an ambulance,” Blaine quaked as he stood up and looked frustrated around the kitchen to find the phone.

Quinn pointed in the direction of the hall so he hurried out to make the call. As soon as he was sure they were on their way he ran through the drawers and found a dishcloth. He made it wet and hurried to kneel by her side where he started cleaning off the worst blood.

He knew that he felt that it looked much worse than it actually was. It had to be. He just couldn’t stand the sight, and he hoped for the ambulance to be there quickly, when the thought suddenly hit him that he needed to clean the blood off the floor first so he could go with Quinn to the hospital without her parents knowing about it, so he started to wash it off as good as possible, and when the ambulance was there only a vague pink was showing on the white tiles.

“Blaine. Don’t leave me,” Quinn quivered, clenching her hand around Blaine’s as they put her on the carrier to get her to the ambulance.

Blaine followed with promises of not letting go, still scared and confused about what was happening.

*

Blaine had been forced to wait in the hall as he wasn’t related to Quinn. He was pacing the floors, while waiting, frustrated about how people could just sit and read their magazines and newspapers when they were in a hospital.

As soon as the door to the room they had taken Quinn in opened Blaine had rushed over to hear what was going on.

“Mr. Anderson - I assume that you are the father. I will ask you to come join us so I can explain the situation to both of you. She has been asking for you,” the doctor said making Blaine confounded, and simply followed without any objections.

The doctor gestured for him to take place on a chair next to the bed Quinn was lying in. She had been cleaned up and was looking very pale and scared.

“Miss Fabray. You had a miscarriage. Usually it isn’t as bloody and painful, but it can very likely have been released by a great portion of stress. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?” The doctor focused on Quinn, waiting for her to share her story.

“Quinn. You have to tell him so he can help you -” Blaine muttered under his breath, not sure he was in a position to say anything, but she just shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Sir. I’m not the father. A mutual friend of ours is. Quinn has been very… nervous, about telling her parents, and it has caused her a great deal of stress. She’s been thinking a lot about it, and had actually decided to get it… removed… unprofessionally,” Blaine blabbered out, feeling Quinn’s betrayed eyes on his face, but not being able to, not wanting to, stop himself.

The doctor nodded in a very saying way. There was no doubt that this wasn’t a new case for him, that he had often been faced with these sorts of happenings.

“I have to inform your parents. You are a minor and I am legally bound to contact them about the situation.” The doctor didn’t spare Blaine another look so Blaine let his focus back to Quinn who looked like she had seen a ghost.

“No. Please don’t. You can’t do that. They’ll kill me -” she objected, pleading and begging, piercing Blaine’s heart.

“I’m sorry, miss, but that is the procedure. I can’t do anything about that. Mr. Anderson; you have 5 minutes and then I will have to ask you to leave as you have no relation to the girl.”

The doctor had turned from understanding to sharp and cold, and Blaine knew that he’d better do as he was told and got to his feet grabbing Quinn’s hand.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m sure it will. Call me as soon as you come home, or come see me or something. You know I’ll wait for you.”

Quinn whimpered for him to not leave her, but he knew that he had to so he forced himself to ignore it. He bent down to kiss her ice cold forehead before he rushed out of the room, feeling the doctor’s scolding eyes after him as he walked down the hall towards the exit.

*

“Blaine.
I can’t thank you enough for all the help you’ve given me.
You had no reason to, and still you were there when I needed someone.
For that I will be you eternally grateful.

That is also why it breaks my heart to face that I won’t see you again.
My parents got furious when they came to the hospital.
As soon as the doctors say that I can leave they are shipping me off to a boarding school across the country.

Thank you.

Yours, Quinn.”

Blaine had read the letter over for what felt like a million times and yet he still stared at it in disbelief, as if he thought that he had missed something, or that the letters would transform and form out other words. More comforting words.

He had never guessed that her parents would do this. He had been certain that they would understand as long as she was honest and explained what happened.

He knew that it was ridiculous and that none of it was his fault, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty. So incredibly guilty.

If she hadn’t seen him with Kurt that night she would never have slept with Puck. If he had listened to her and let her stay in Washington someone there could have taken her to the hospital to get a proper abortion. Or if he had only been more understanding and agreed to go with her to the guy in town she probably wouldn’t have been so stressed and the miscarriage would have been avoided.

He folded up the letter and let it drop to his desk.

It was 4 days since he had left her at the hospital, and the letter was the only thing he had heard from her since. She was probably already on her way off to that school.

He gushed. The thought of the military school his father was planning on sending him to was creeping under his skin. He had sworn that he was never going to that school, no matter what it took, and he was even more determined now.