My name is Luka

I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes, I think you've seen me before.

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Summer 2018

The hallway was deserted and silent, save for the muffled sobs retreating from apartment 12B. The door of said apartment was suddenly wrenched open with surprising force, and a red faced, sobbing Kurt Hummel stumbled out, clutching his mobile phone in a bloodied hand. Bruises were scattered across his porcelain forearms, and a shallow cut ran down one of his cheeks, blood profusely seeping from it. His normally pale skin was almost ghostly white, and his cheekbones were protruding violently from his face.

He attempted to slam the door behind himself, but it was yanked forcefully from the other side by a tall, muscular man with a glint of hatred in his icy blue eyes. Kurt ran off down the deserted hallway, tears streaming down his face, almost blurring his vision. He ignored the blinding pain in his right ankle and cheek, and could already feel the cut on his face burning as it mixed with his salty tears. He reached the end of the hallway and was stood at the top of a very steep flight of stairs. He and his partner had nicknamed these 'the flight of Death' when they had first moved in, and it wasn't even an exaggeration; the stairs were practically vertical. Kurt spun around to see that his partner had caught up with him; there was no way out now.

"Josh, please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to flirt with him; I love you and only you! Please, I'm sorry!" Kurt pleaded.

Josh's eyes glinted maliciously, and he leant towards Kurt, shoving him forcefully. Kurt attempted to steady himself on the wall behind him, but felt nothing but air beneath his feet. Kurt let out an earsplitting scream, which bounced off the surrounding walls, filling the darkened hallway.

He was falling through the air for what felt like hours, his mind whirring at a mile a minute. He thought about the world he was no doubt leaving behind; all the things he never did. Sure, he was progressing in his fashion career, but his first catwalk show was in less than a month. Now he'd never get to do it. He thought about his friends and family. His dad had had to deal with his mother dying, and all Kurt's bullying, and his heart attack. Carole would take care of him; she was the perfect stepmother. How would his friends react to the news that he had died? Mercedes was still his best friend, and he saw her almost every day. He hoped she would be ok, and that David would look after her. And then there was Rachel, Finn, Wes, Jude; all friends that he had stayed close with after high school. They were so close to him; he hoped they wouldn't suffer too much because of this.

He thought of Blaine; the boy he still loved with all his heart. Sure, he hadn't seen him in over a year since the boy in question dumped him out of the blue, with no explanation. They say you never get over your first love, and he certainly never got over Blaine. The last thing he saw before he hit the ground was the distraught look on Blaine's face as he broke Kurt's heart.

Then his head hit the concrete, and everything went dark.

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1 year ago;

Blaine was sat cross-legged on his bed, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire balancing precariously on his knees. He was trying with all his might to concentrate on the book, but couldn't contain his sheer excitement. Tonight was his and Kurt's 6 year anniversary, and he had planned the perfect date for the pair. They were going for a romantic picnic in Central Park, followed by going to see Chicago. The end was the best part; he was finally going to propose to Kurt, and it was going to be perfect for the most perfect man alive. Blaine was practically shaking with excitement. The doorbell rining pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down at his watch, and saw that it was over 2 hours until his date. Who can it be? He thought to himself, and went to answer it. Opening it cautiously, he saw that it was his brother Adam. He sighed internally. What the hell did that jackass want?

"What do you want Adam? I've got a date with Kurt soon."

Adam pushed past his younger brother into the boy's small apartment, whistling.

"Nice place you got here Blaine. I'm guessing your whore paid for it?"

Blaine clenched his fists in anger, attempting to count backwards from ten.

"What do you want?"

10…9…

"I just came here to tell you that I want you to break things off with the homo."

8…7…6…

"Why on earth would I do that?"

5…4…3…

"Because if you don't, I'll kill him."

Screw being calm.

Blaine lunged at his brother, fists flailing wildly.

"YOU LAY ONE HAND ON KURT AND I SWEAR TO GOD…"

His brother laughed maliciously, and picked Blaine up by his collar. He had a serious height advantage on him.

"You don't think I'm serious? Please, Blaine. I know people that could squash your little boyfriend flat in a matter of seconds, who hate fairies like him. You have until tomorrow to do it, or..."

He mimed slitting his throat. Blaine gulped, and fell to the floor in a helpless heap. Adam laughed, and made his way back to the door.

"Tomorrow Blaine!" He called, before slamming the door behind himself.

A few hours later;

Kurt rang the doorbell to their apartment, not wanting to walk in on any surprises that Blaine might have planned. Blaine had been really secretive all week; Kurt suspected he was going to propose. He had never been very good at lying. Blaine pulled the door open, and Kurt almost gasped at the sight in front of him. Blaine looked terrible; his hair was messed up, his face pale and drawn. Kurt immediately flocked to his boyfriend's side.

"Blaine, are you ok? Are you sick? Do you need to lie down, come on, I'll take you to our room…"

Blaine raised his hand, not quite meeting Kurt's gaze.

"Kurt… We need to talk."

Kurt nodded, and followed Blaine into the living room, his stomach flipping over nervously. What on earth would he need to talk about? Blaine sat down, and Kurt copied him, perching uncertainly on the end of the couch. He searched his boyfriend's face for any sign of what was going on, and found none. Blaine finally met his eyes, and Kurt saw they were swimming with tears. He felt his stomach drop. This wasn't going to be good.

"Kurt… I can't do this anymore."

The words stung Kurt, as if Blaine had slapped him round the face.

"It's not that I don't love you, it's just… I can't be with you."

Kurt felt tears welling up in his eyes, and found he couldn't swallow, let alone breathe.

"W-why?"

Blaine seemed to be struggling to hold back his own tears.

"I can't explain… I'm sorry. Y-you… need to leave."

Kurt felt his heart break in two. He pulled himself to his feet, feeling his legs wobble underneath him as he ran for the door. All he heard from Blaine was quiet sobbing as he slammed the door of their apartment, and shut him out of his life.

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I feel like an artist

Who's lost his touch

He likes himself in his art, but not his art too much

But believe me, I've got something

I just don't know how to say

That I'm just fine with the way

With the way that I'm moving

But that just makes me a dumb human

That just makes me

That makes me a human

like You

Blaine strummed the last chords, and looking up at his smiling manager through the glass. He removed the headphones from round his ears, and placed his guitar carefully on the floor.

"How was it?"

"Great, perfect, wonderful, every other adjective you could possibly imagine. This EP is going to be incredible Blaine! I'm so proud of you!"

Blaine blushed.

"Oh Louise please… Everyone would think you were my mother!"

Louise chuckled, before entering the recording studio and pulling Blaine into a tight hug.

"Nope. Just your lunatic older sister."

Blaine laughed. "Got that right."

Louise pulled back from the hug and linked her arm with her brother's.

"Right, so we're done for the day. Just one more song and we're finished Blaine! I can't wait! Let's go and get some dinner."

Blaine allowed himself to be pulled out of the building and down the street towards his favourite Chinese restaurant. Somehow, Louise always knew the best restaurants in New York, and was the one who had recommended it to him in the first place. Once their food had been delivered, Louise began to interrogate Blaine about her favourite topic; his love life.

"So, found yourself a boyfriend yet?"

"Nope."

"Oh come on Blaine! How long has it been since you last had a boyfriend?"

Blaine felt tears stinging his eyes, and began to frantically blink them away.

"Umm… A year."

Louise slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Shit, I am so sorry… I just let my mouth run away with me, you know? They should call me Motormouth Louise, because I just talk and talk and never register what I'm saying until I've said it and I've upset people I really care about, like you, and now I'm rambling and just making it even worse and… I'll just shut up now."

She shoved a spoonful of rice in her mouth for good measure. Blaine sighed, and looked at his sister, who looked utterly ridiculous.

"Lou, it doesn't matter. You haven't upset me… It just hurts to think about him sometimes."

"You never did tell me why you dumped him."

Once again, she face-palmed, shoveling spoonfuls of rice into her mouth.

"Lou… Lou stop it, you'll choke!"

Louise stopped instantly, and lowered her spoon, a guilty look on her face.

"I… I did it to save him, ok? He was better off without me."

Louise placed her hand over her brother's.

"Nwoohw yhhhwoo knnoohhhww thhhuut iwwwsnhht twwwuhhee."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Swallow, Louise."

She gulped dramatically. "Now you know that isn't true."

Blaine sighed, and turned his attention back to his food. "Let's just… drop it, ok?"

Louise's posture sagged slightly, knowing she had lost in her battle to get Blaine to reveal his secret once more. They changed the subject, and conversation flowed once more. Louise insisted on paying, after all 'it was a celebration of your upcoming album, Blaine!' As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, Blaine's phone began to ring. Checking caller ID, he saw it was Rachel Berry. He'd kept contact with her after high school; if you got past the selfishness and the big ego, Rachel was actually a nice person.

"Hey Rach, what's up? I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Blaine, I have to tell you something."

Blaine immediately stopped in his tracks. It wasn't often Rachel sounded this serious, and it was getting him extremely worried.

"It's Kurt."

Blaine felt his stomach drop. He'd thought about Kurt every single day since they broke up; he loved him so much it actually pained him to think about his future without him. Rachel began to sob uncontrollably.

"H-he's in a coma."