Blaine.

Blaine stumbled into his dormitory hallway late that evening, still glowing from the win and more than alittle tipsy. Jeff and Nick shuffled behind him, giggling, and tripping over themselves. Blaine nearly fell on the ground laughing when Jeff ran into the nearest wall.

"shhhhhhhh.. Jeff be quiet! You'll wake the whole building up!" Nick scolded, fumbling with the lock on their door. "Come on clumsy" he said reaching over and tugging Jeff inside the room, holding the door open for Blaine to follow. Blaine just shook his head.

"I-Im juss gunna go fin- Im just gunn go find Jerrr" Blaine slurred. He never was one who could handle alcohol.

"Ohh no you're not." Nick said sternly, trying to pull Blaine into the room, but Blaine was quicker, squeezing out of his grip and taking off down the hall.

"Yo-you are a very lovely human Nicholas. You are going-g to do great things in this world. Im surrrrrrre of it." Blaine yelled.

"Just be careful B! And don't get caught!" Nick shouted after him.

"Goodnight Nicky! Sleep wonderfully!" was all he got in return.

As Blaine made his way down the brightly lit hallways, he thought of nothing but Jeremiah. He tried to make sense of what had happened that night. Rage filling his veins. HOW COULD HE JUST NOT SHOW UP. His thoughts screamed, HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME. HOW! Blaine couldn't control his anger, he started shaking, until a different voice in the back of his head started to speak, Stop, He probably got caught up at rehearsal, and that's why he didn't go to the show. He probably forgot to charge his phone last night, that's why he didn't text back. He probably felt awful for missing it and thought I was mad at him, that's why he didn't come to apologize. He's probably just waiting for me to come and see him... That's probably what's going on, I'm sure he's just sitting in his room with his eyes glued on the door, guilt on his face. Yeah, that must be it. Blaine convinced himself, smiling slightly when he reached his boyfriend's door. He twisted the knob and it popped open with ease. Blaine pushed it open, almost falling as he did so. He stood in the room, reaching over and turning on the lights, but it was completely empty.

What the... Blaine thought, a puzzled look coming across his face. Maybe he's not here... Maybe he went to look for me... I should go find him..

Just when Blaine was turning to leave, he heard a faint whimper.

"Tim..."

Blaine's blood went cold, snapping him out of his drunken state almost instantly.

He knew that whimper. He knew it well. He knew it TOO WELL.

"Oh fuck Tim harder, harder, ugh, right there. Fuck." The whimper went again, coming from behind him. Blaine slowly turned around to the bathroom, a small glimmer of light pooling out of where the door was partially cracked. Blaine took small cautious steps forward, getting closer and closer to the noise. He peered timidly into the door.

There it was.

There he was.

There JEREMIAH was.

Leaning against the pearl counter in the small bathroom. Naked. Eyes closed. Mouth open. A short dark haired boy slamming into his ass with incredible force.

And that's when it happened.

That's when Blaine finally snapped.