I was running through the school hallways tears streaming down my face. Singing that song had opened a floodgate and I couldn't stop crying. There was no way I could go into Glee club and act as if nothing had happened with Blaine being in the same room. I had tried to act to Quinn and Joe like everything was fine but I could tell they could see right through me. It just didn't make sense what had happened. Blaine had broken with me. Our relationship was no more. I couldn't grasp that concept. Blaine had been my best friend since I met him on the staircase at Dalton and since then I had fallen hopelessly in love with him. I couldn't comprehend not being with him. He was my everything, the love of my life. Blaine had told me in Miss Pillsbury's office that I was the love of his life and that yes it did piss him off that he was going to be alone for a year. I didn't understand how he could change his view a weeks later and decide that we weren't going to work and that he needed to break up with me; not even waiting until I was ensured to go to New York or until near the end of summer, he had to break up with me right now. I could suppose that I was grateful he hadn't broken up with me before prom; at least we got one last prom and dance together.

I was suddenly slammed into a locker by one of the jocks, "Watch where you're going freak!"

I just leaned against the locker in shock, still unable to stop the tears. I waited until the jocks had passed before peeling myself off the lockers and continuing my way down the hallway, running faster this time in desperation to get away. I somehow managed to get out into the parking lot without aggravating any other jocks or being made fun of for crying. I ran over to my Navigator and hurriedly searched through my bag for my car keys. Once they were founded I quickly unlocked my car and got in the driver's seat, throwing my bag into the passenger's seat. I slumped down in my seat, trying to draw a breath but finding it extremely difficult. It was as if I couldn't live without Blaine by my side; that boy was my life. A vibration from my pocket pulled me out of my depressive thoughts and I pulled out my phone, revealing I had 4 missed calls and 13 texts all from my friends and Blaine. I just decided to read the last messages from Finn, Rachel and Blaine.

From Finn 15:05
Dude where are you and are you ok? I saw you crying. Text me! Finn x

I wiped my nose as I selected next.

From Rachel 15:07
Kurt I understand how you feel. When I choked on my NYADA audition I used 'Cry' by Kelly Clarkson to really capture my emotion as well. Your rendition was good as well; the tears certainly made it convincing. Look Kurt you're my best friend and I love you. Please call me and let me know you're okay. I'm worried about you. Rachel xxx

I sighed weakly at Rachel's text. At first she was being the typical obnoxious spoilt girl and then she morphed into being a good friend and being concerned. I clicked next, dreading what it would say.

From Blaine 15:10
Kurt I'm sorry. Please call or text someone. Blaine xxxxx

I just stared at his text. All he could say was he was sorry? He had literally ripped out my heart and crushed it and all he could say was he was sorry. I had begged him to reconsider and he had still broken up with me; despite saying I was the love of his life a few weeks before. Singing 'Cry' had helped capture exactly how I feel and I... it suddenly hit me that Rachel had mentioned my song in her text. I went back to her text, after selecting all texts and pressed 'read', and clicked reply.

From Kurt 15:12
When did you see me sing 'Cry'? Plus I'm going home. Just tell Finn, not him. Kurt xxx

I instantly had a reply.

From Rachel 15:13
Mr Schue wanted us to go to the auditorium to work on stuff for Nationals. When we walked in you were up to the line 'I'm talking in circles'. I don't think you saw us. Blaine was crying so much; especially after watching you fall to your knees then getting up and running away. Kurt what's going on? Are you sure you're alright to drive? Rachel xxx

I gasped and threw a hand over my mouth when I realised Blaine had seen my performance. He must think I was so pathetic. He had watched me cry while singing the fall to my knees after the performance. The tears Rachel spoke of were probably from laughter and relief as Blaine was glad I was now his ex boyfriend. I sighed to myself, knowing that Blaine wasn't a horrible person like that and if she had seen tears, they were legitimate tears of sadness. It just didn't make sense.

From Kurt 15:15
Oh right. I'm fine to drive. Just want to get home. Rachel it's pretty obvious ok. See you tomorrow. Kurt xxx

There was no way I could text Rachel and say the words: 'Blaine has broken up with me and I can't cope'. It was pretty obvious anyway. I knew Rachel wouldn't text me back anymore as she was probably either concentrating on one of Mr Schue's speeches or she was gossiping with the other members of New Directions about Blaine breaking up with me. I ran my hands over my face trying to pull myself together. I ignored my reflection in the mirror as I started the engine and put the car into gear. I drove off quickly, knowing that I had to concentrate on the road and my driving as I could easily get into an accident in my condition. I did speed a little as I made my way back to my house; just wanting to be in the safety of my bedroom and my home. Once I had pulled onto the driveway, turned off the engine and locked my car, I let myself into my house and let out a cry that I had been holding in the majority of the drive home. I knew there was no one to hear me as Dad was in the shop having got back from Washington earlier that morning, Carole was at the hospital and obviously Finn was in Glee. I made my way up to the room and shut the door once I had arrived. I chucked my bag onto the floor. I practically jumped onto my bed, wrapping my duvet around me. I didn't even have the energy to care that I still had my shoes on. I buried my face in my pillow and let out of a scream; a scream of frustration and heartbreak. It felt so good to let out. There was no one there to hear the pain I was in. I screamed for a good few minutes until my voice started to sound hoarse. Immediately followed by the scream were the sobs, starting up again. I hadn't sobbed after I had got them under control in the car but this time there was no need to hold back as the sobs fought one another to get free. I let out every little emotion I felt; ranging from the pain and the heartbreak to the sadness and the loneliness. I didn't know how long I laid on my bed sobbing but soon enough I was fighting to keep my eyes open; all the sobbing and screaming having drained me of energy completely.

*break*

I stirred slightly as I felt someone poke my arm repeatedly. I moved my other arm to bat them away but they just caught that in their own arms and continued to poke me. I groaned as I rolled over, trying to figure out who was it and what the hell they wanted. To my surprise, Finn was sitting on the edge of my bed, grimacing at me.

"Dude you look like crap!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.

I ran my hands through my hair, "Thanks Finn. Just what every guy wants to hear."

Finn looked uncomfortable, "You know I didn't mean it like that. You just look like you've gone through hell."

I laughed bitterly at his words, "Well Finn, many people think us gays will go to hell so maybe you're right."

Finn was just staring at me in shock, "Kurt you won't go to hell! You don't deserve to go to hell. You're a good person. Screw what those people think."

I smiled slightly, "Thanks Finn. Anyway why are you here?"

"Its dinner so I came to wake you up," Finn said, standing up, "You've got to come down. No exceptions Mum says."

I groaned as I slowly sat up and tried to get out of bed. My legs ached due to the fact I had slept in jeans. I always had hated napping in jeans; it was just the most uncomfortable feeling. Finn leapt away from the bed when he saw what I was trying to. I groaned even louder when I actually stood up. My muscles ached all over. I guess I had been sleeping awkwardly and was now paying the price.

Finn gave me a sympathetic smile, "Come on dude."

I followed my step-brother out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I wasn't feeling hungry at all and just wanted to crawl back into bed; staying there for all eternity. I sighed to myself, hating that my break up attitude had become like Bella Swan in 'New Moon' and I had lost the will to live. I had always scoffed at how miserable she was and how she redrew herself from society. I now understood exactly how she felt; despite her being a fictional character. I started to debate whether to just run back to my room and lock myself in my room but knew Finn would probably catch me before I fully locked it and would easily burst into the room. The sight of my Dad sitting at the table rubbing his eyes tiredly saddened me, knowing that he shouldn't be stressing him since he had had a heart attack. The week spent in the hospital begging my father to wake up and having to put up with people forcing religion on me made the top ten worse weeks of my life. I was still proud of my Dad for being a Congressman and hoped that it would bring a change for gay people in the United States. I sat down in my seat opposite my Dad as Carole entered the room carrying a tray of lasagne.

"Before you ask Kurt, its low fat and the healthiest option," Carole smiled at me, obviously trying to cheer me up.

I couldn't even appreciate Carole's attempts and just grimaced at her for her efforts. Carole put a larger amount of lasagne than she would normally give me. She had probably seen cases at the hospital of teenagers not eating after going through a heartbreaking break up. Despite her efforts once again, I couldn't draw up the energy to thank her. I had no appetite whatsoever. When I looked at the food on the table made my stomach churn and made me even more nauseous than I had been feeling. My family around me started to dig into their meal, making comments to each other. I noted that it was mainly Carole speaking and Finn replying. Dad was being just as unresponsive as me.

Carole turned to my Dad, "Good day dear?"

Dad groaned, "Terrible. My flight was delayed and it took me hours to retrieve my luggage. When I got to the garage, there was so much paperwork to do and I've just only finally finished going through. I'm absolutely shattered. After dinner I just want to watch 'Deadliest Catch' for a little while before heading up to bed."

"I'm sorry you had a stressful day dear," Carole said, taking Dad's hand in hers, "We'll have an early night tonight after dinner. You need some rest."

Dad smiled at her and continued with his dinner. I had been eyeing my lasagne for a while and when I finally tried to eat a forkful, my body rejected it and I gagged on it. Thankfully no one heard me otherwise a big fuss would be made. I just wanted to be back in my own bed. I wasn't feeling happy about attending school the next day. I would have to see the rest of the Glee club after they had seen my performance. I was so happy Finn hadn't mentioned it.

"Kurt," Carole drew my attention to her, "Eat up sweetheart."

I mumbled in response and loaded another forkful. Carole smiled at me in encouragement and actually watched as I brought the fork to my mouth. The same thing as before happened and I gagged when I tried to put the food in my mouth.

Carole shook her head, "Kurt you need to eat."

"I'm trying," I mumbled in response, trying to eat another forkful but I only ended up gagging again.

Carole looked upset, "Kurt..."

I was getting upset myself, "Carole I'm trying."

Dad suddenly slammed his fists on the table, "For God's sake Kurt just eat your bloody dinner! Carole's gone to the effort of making it and you're going to eat it."

Everyone at the table froze. Dad's outburst was completely unexpected. I didn't know what to do. I physically couldn't eat my dinner.

"I'm trying Dad, I'm just not hungry," I tried to explain, hoping to mollify him.

Dad just looked angrier, "Kurt I really don't need to deal with your teenage crap tonight okay! I'm exhausted and just want to go to bed without trouble so just eat your bloody dinner!"

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, "Dad I can't eat it!"

"I'm disappointed in you Kurt," Dad said, his eyes pouring into mine.

My mind immediately snapped back to the last time he had said that. It was the last words my father had said to me before I found out he had had a heart attack. I gasped at his words, desperately trying to control the tears in my eyes.

Carole tried to help, "He hasn't been feeling well tonight Burt; probably best to lay off him."

"Carole this is just the start of it. If we let him not have his dinner, pretty soon he'll be walking all over us," Dad exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Burt Kurt's had a pretty rough day. Something's gone down between him and Blaine; maybe they've broken up, I don't know," Finn added, trying to calm my Dad down.

Dad just groaned, "Great! It's teenage boy crap! Kurt, just eat your bloody dinner!"

I tried once more, "Dad, please..."

Dad stood up, "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, eat your fucking dinner!"

I heard Carole and Finn gasp in shock as Dad swore at me. I just stared at my father; unable to comprehend what had just happened. Half of my mind was trying to keep me rational and trying to tell me that my Dad had had a long day and was so exhausted, meaning he was acting out of character. The other half was telling me that Dad was getting sick of me and he would rather that he didn't have a fag for a son. Sadly the latter side was winning. I just sat there, unmoving and unblinking as I looked at my father.

Dad looked shocked himself, "Kurt...."

I couldn't stay in this house. I needed some air, I needed to get out. Without warning, I shot of my seat and ran towards the front door. I heard someone cry my name and the movement of furniture. I grabbed the handle of the front door and yanked the door open. I burst out into the cold air of the night and sprinted out of the driveway.

I heard Finn calling, "Kurt! Kurt! Kurt, come back! Dude, come back!"

I ignored my stepbrother's voice as I hurtled down the street. I had to keep running. My body felt as if it was suddenly with this adrenaline; with the energy and ability to run. The words from the film 'Fight Club' filled my mind: "I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more". I felt like it was physically impossible for me to stop running. I just had to get away. I had watched 'Fight Club' with Blaine after I had learnt about the fact he liked boxing and had founded the Dalton Fight Club; which he wasn't supposed to talk about but occasionally mentioned it to him, saying I was the exception to his rule. I guess that was all over now.
I could hear my names being called in the distance and I could hear the sound of a car in the background. I wondered why Finn hadn't caught up to me yet; he was a strong runner. It suddenly dawned on me that I was fast when I wanted to be. I didn't want my family to catch me so I was using every ounce of energy I had and putting it into me running. I had no idea where I was and how long I was running. The legs just continue to run in any direction, leading me into unbound territories. I quickly changed direction when I saw a car heading towards me but quickly realised that it was just a car full of teenage boys looking for some girls to pick up.
After what I presumed to be half an hour, I left the body slow down until it came to a gradual stop. I was panting heavily and gasping for breath. I was quite astounded I had managed to run that far and fast, wearing tight jeans and Doc Martens. I let my body lean against a wall until I was practically sliding down it and sitting on the ground. I could feel the energy draining out of me as quickly as it had come. If I wasn't careful I could easily fall asleep here. I couldn't believe that I had actually run away from home. I had left McKinley to go to Dalton because I wasn't safe so I had run away from my bullies. I never expected to not feel safe and loved in my house and get to the point where I had run away. I knew that I wasn't in the right frame of mind to be thinking rationally but my Dad had never sworn at me; plus he had told me he was disappointed in me. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly, wondering what to do. I could feel my body shivering and realised that I wasn't wearing a jacket; only a thin shirt with a waistcoat. It suddenly dawned on me I didn't have my phone. I had left it on my bedside table and was planning to retrieve it after dinner. I had no money and no phone; with no idea where I was at all. It was completely dark, with only a few street lights to light the path. I actually had no idea what to do. The sound of footsteps suddenly pulled me out of my thoughts. I brought my legs closer to my body, to try and keep myself calm, plus I hoped I wouldn't be noticed. I kind of wanted it to be Finn or my Dad or someone they had sent out looking for me. The footsteps become louder and I tensed myself, hoping they would just leave me be. When I saw a face, it was someone I completely wasn't expecting to see.

That person seemed to feel the same, "Kurt?"

I opened my mouth to respond, "Sebastian?"