Six months. Six long, agonizing, dark months since he'd last seen Kurt in person. Quinn had taken care of any face to face issues with him and told him Kurt wouldn't be meeting with him anymore. Kurt sat back on the sideline and did what he had to for Blaine, nothing more. Blaine watched his career level out and Quinn's take off. He was to blame for all of his problems, nobody else. He was the reason his career wasn't going anywhere.

Blaine had faced Troy after Kurt left and he told him off. Troy never showed up again but Blaine had already lost everything good in his life. He pushed off working in the studio or working at all. He holed himself up in his house and tried to forget everything but he couldn't. He could never forget Kurt just like that. He never will.

He got up from the couch and put the beer bottle on the coffee table and walked back into the bathroom. He got out the little white bottle and opened it up. There was enough left over. He closed it up and walked back out into the living room. He grabbed his bottle and sat back down on the couch and sighed. There was Quinn on his TV performing in front of a crowd for her new CD. He finished off the bottle and threw it at the far wall. 

There his life laid on the floor. Shattered, broken, a million pieces waiting to be put back together. However, there was one little problem. It was irreparable. His life would never mend or go back to what it was. This losing battle was over. He got up, avoided the shattered pieces as best as he could, and walked into the kitchen for another bottle. He went back into the living room sitting down and opened the bottle up.

Picking up the little bottle that held what he needed to do this he opened it up. He poured a few of the pills into his hand and started to take them. He let the cool liquid of the beer wash down his throat with the pills and sat back. He just waited. Like every day...he just waited. This time...it was final.