Blaine went up to his room as he normally did when he got home from school. He ignored his mother when she asked him how his day went, because he knew that she didn't really care. She never did before, so why would she start now?

Blaine closed his door and flopped on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to see if he had any missed messages. He knew that he wouldn't, at least, not one that he wanted.

2 Unread Messages - Kurt Hummel

Blaine stared at the screen, contemplating whether or not he wanted to open the messages or leave them.

He knew that Kurt would hound him with questions the next morning if he never responded, so he opened the first message.

Blaine? Are you okay? You didn't seem like yourself today. Is everything okay? - 3:14

Blaine looked at the clock, 4:36.

Yes, Kurt, something is wrong. My big brother, the only person that I ever loved, besides you, yeah, he left when I was seven. He left me to deal with my abusive father and mother that doesn't want anything to do with me as long as my father is in the house because I'm gay. I got hit last night for mentioning your name. I'm still waiting for the text from my brother telling me that he is coming to get me and take me away to the glamorous life so that I can escape my mom and dad and Lima. So pretty much, my life is a living hell besides you, in other words, yes Kurt, everything is fine. Did I mention that I have a brother?

Blaine typed up his message, laughed at how shitty his life was, and closed his phone, deleting the message.

He looked at the second message.

Blaine? Answer me. If you are having a bad day, this can wait, but if you think that you can come talk to me, please do, I need to get something off my chest. Text me back. - 4:25

Blaine thought about telling him that he was having a bad day and didn't want to deal with anyone, but being the good guy that he is, Blaine responded.

I'm fine. What do you need to talk about, Baby?

He sat staring at the phone screen. When it buzzed, he jumped slightly, not expecting such a quick response.

Meet me @ the Lima Bean in 15, k?

Blaine grumbled under his breath, not wanting to leave the comfort of his dark room.

Sure.

He got in his car and drove to meet his boyfriend who already had a table and was sitting, twiddling his thumbs.

"Hey Kurt."

"Blaine! Hi!" Kurt stood up and wrapped Blaine in an embrace.

"So what do you need to talk about?"

"What happened to your face?" Kurt reached out to brush his hand against Blaine's bruise, but his hand was quickly swatted away.

"Nothing. This isn't about me, it's about you. What do you want to talk about. I'm tired and I would really not like to have to fall asleep in class again so make this quick, please."

"Well, you are snappy."

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, feeling his headache returning and his cheek ache.

"Ok, so maybe we should do this tomorrow when you feel better."

"I'm not going to feel better while I am stuck...here! So just spit it out!"

"Blaine! This isn't like you!"

"I'm sorry that I can't make everyone happy!" Blaine set his head down on the table and breathed in deeply, trying to control his racing mind.

"You know what, I need to do this, and I'm sorry if this only makes this mood worse, but it needs to get out."

Blaine lifted his head to stare at Kurt's face.

"I can't do this anymore."

"You can't do what?"

"Us, Blaine. You and Me. I'm leaving in two months and I think that it's best if we break up now so that it is easier and both of us can work on finding somone before I leave."

"You...You wanna break up?" Blaine was shocked. He had never expected that that was what Kurt had wanted to come talk to him about.

"I...If this is about the mood, I'll ex..."

"No. No Blaine. I can't. I just know how hard it will be with you in Lima and me in New York."

"You don't even know if you got into NYADA!" Blaine raised his voice.

"No, but I think that I will."

"You are dumping me, because you think that you are going to get into a school?"

"Blaine, you haven't been yourself lately! I don't know what to do or say around you anymore!"

"BECAUSE MY FATHER BEATS ME FOR MENTIONING YOUR NAME, OR IF HIS ANGER BUILDS UP AND HE NEEDS TO TAKE IT OUT ON SOMEONE! IT HAS BEEN GETTING WORSE LATELY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I CAN'T CHANGE WHO I AM AND HE CAN'T ACCEPT THAT! MY BROTHER LEFT ME TO MAKE A BETTER LIFE FOR HIMSELF AND HE PROMISED TO COME BACK TO ME BUT HE NEVER DID, KURT! YOU ARE ALL THAT I HAVE LEFT AND YOU ARE LEAVING ME BECAUSE YOU ARE SCARED ABOUT COLLEGE! WELL AT LEAST YOU AREN'T SCARED FOR YOUR LIFE EVERY DAY!" Blaine let his fall to the table as all the eyes in the room fell on the two of them.

"Blaine, I am so sorry, I didn't..."

"I don't need your sympathy, Kurt. I need you to leave me alone."

"But...Blaine, I still love you, I'll alw..."

"That's a lie, Kurt, because if you really loved me, then you wouldn't have broken up with me."

"I didn't know about th..."

"If you didn't know, you wouldn't be feeling any remorse right now, but because you know my secret, now you do."

"I love you Blaine. I want you to be happy."

"Don't you get it Kurt. I wont be happy. Not now. I thought that I would, because I had you, but that was all obviously a lie."

"No, Blaine, no it...Wait!"

Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, yanking his jacket from the chair, nearly knocking it over in the process.

He got into his car, slamming the door, turning the engine on, but stopped. He put his head down on the steering wheel, hitting his fist hard on the dashboard. He let everything go and for the first time in years, Blaine broke down and cried. He lifted his head to wipe the tears from his cheeks and saw a faint glimpse of Kurt before he got into his car to drive away from the Lima Bean, from Blaine.

Blaine drove, trying to forget, trying to get everything to just...go away. But it didn't. It wouldn't.

Blaine unlocked the front door. None of the lights were on. Why would they be? His parents were never home. Why would they spend more time than they needed to living under the same roof as a homosexual?

Blaine climbed the stairs, slowly, trying not to let his thoughts get the best of him.

When he finally got to his room, he put his head on the bed, thinking that there was nothing left. He had nothing left to live for. He lost everything that he had ever wanted. Kurt was the only thing that made him want to get up in the morning.

Before Blaine knew what he was doing, climbed back down the stairs, keeping himself upright by grasping the railing with dear life. He went into the kitchen and rummaged through all of the cabinets, searching for anything, and pills that his parents had kept.

He pulled everything that they had onto the counter and began to pop open all of the tops. He put little purple pills in his hand and poured a glass of water. He stared at the tiny capsules in his hand for a while, finally realizing what they meant when they say that your life is in someone's hands.

Blaine leaned his head back and threw the pills in.

"Don't do it Blainers."

Before Blaine could swallow, he turned to see where the deep voice was coming from.

When he saw the man standing next to the counter, he spat the pills out onto the floor.

"Cooper."