Blaine was having a horrible day. Some jock slushied him right when he entered the school. When he got to his locker to get his spare clothes, he realized that he forgot to take them from Kurt's car. He couldn't even go back to take them there because Kurt just dropped Blaine at school that morning. He had some kind of medical appointment with Charlie in the morning and he was taking her shopping afterwards. Kurt had said that he could not take her during the week-end, that crowds were to avoid with Charlie because it was making her really anxious. So, Blaine tried his best to get clean in the men's washroom. He then went, quite late, to his English class, his clothes still stained with red dye, only to find out that some slushie got in his backpack and soaked his and Kurt's 10 pages paper, which of course, was due today.

During Gym class, they were playing badminton against the girls. He was on his first match with Rachel when he found out that apparently, she had an amazing smash when he got the birdie in his right eye. He had to keep a bag of ice on and off for 15 minutes periods on his eye for the rest of the morning, which means, he had trouble taking notes during his History and French class. He couldn't hold the ice with his right hand, because he was right handed and if he held it with his left hand, he couldn't see what he was writing, his arm blocking the view.

During lunch, Blaine slipped on a water puddle on the cafeteria's floor and he dropped his tray of food on a very angry Dave Karofsky. He didn't get anything from the jock right away, because he was too busy eating his lunch for the moment and that dealing with Blaine right now would only make him "lose his appetite", Karofsky cared to explain, yelling.

At the end of the day, Blaine decided to skip his geometry class in order to get peace and play a bit of piano in the choir room. After all, he'd already seen the subject taught today when he was at Dalton the previous year. And after all, he didn't care if the opposite side of a 30 degrees angle in a right triangle was half the length of the hypotenuse.

He sat on the piano bench and started to make a few basic notes, trying the keys and learning how hard he should press them to get the sound he wanted.

A few minutes later, when his fingers could feel the keys naturally, he closed his eyes and he let his instinct play for a bit. He let his mind flow with images of Kurt, who has been so distant lately, for no particular reason. He also saw Aaron, his eyes always so full of questions for Blaine; the boy was always in Blaine's room nowadays, asking and talking and sharing, which was good. He also saw Burt, but that image soon drifted to his real parents. Not from the last time he saw them but from a lost time, when he was a child and when everything seemed easier. From a time when he knew they loved him. He still had resentment towards them, this would not change for the rest of his life, but at least, he found some kind of peace between memories, anger and resentment.

He continued playing a song he didn't know he remembered. A song that came from another time, the time of the picture he held so dear in his bedroom. Tears were falling from his face to his hands and to the piano. He could feel the shadow of his mom beside him, from the day he learned to play this particular song. It took years for Blaine to play it with all the harmonies, but he could remember how simple the first version his mother showed him was.

When the song ended, Blaine pressed the heels of his hands onto his eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. He couldn't cry. Not now. He was at school and soon the other students from Glee would be arriving in the choir room.

"Nice song, Curly" A voice said from behind him

Blaine turned around, startles. He swiped his slushied stained sleeve on his cheek, trying to dry off the tears and hide them from the Cheerio standing there.

"Let me guess... Little Kurtie got tired of his little boy and got a shiny new toy?" Santana said, a smirk on her face.

"I - I... What?" Blaine replied, having no idea what the girl was saying

"Kurt" Santana said slowly as if Blaine was unable to understand English "Where is he?"

"He - He had to go to an appointment with Charlie and -"

"See? That's what I meant!" Santana cut him.

Blaine did not know what to say. He had no clue about what Santana was talking about and he was kind of afraid to ask, remembering how Santana could be. She could be a nice girl, but she had her opinions and sometimes she could be completely lacking of diplomacy.

Seeing his lost expression, Santana continued.

"Let Auntie Tana tell you a story. It's about your little Prince Charming. "

Blaine didn't know what to say. So he let Santana continue without interrupting her.

Once upon a time, there was a foster kid named Emily. Emily was a bit older than Kurt by two years but they were still the best friends in the world. They were doing everything together."

"Why don't you get straight to the point, Santana?" Blaine asked, wondering why talking about Emily, a girl he never knew, was so relevant.

"Shh, Blaine! I'm telling the story. So, Emily and Kurt were best friends. One day, a new boy arrived in the house. His name was Aaron. A few weeks later, Emily had a new best friend because Kurt was spending all his free time with Aaron, trying to take care of him and make him happy again. Kurt felt that someone else needed him more so he moved on. Emily moved on too, after all, she was a strong woman with big ambitions. Of course, she was hurt by the behavior of her foster brother but she never let it show. At least, not in public."

"Okay, Santana, I get the portrait" Blaine said, knowing where this was going.

"Kurt was like a big bother to Aaron. They really enjoyed themselves together. To Aaron, Kurt was like the sun and the moon. He was the brother who would play with his X-Men figurines but they would also bake and talk for hours. It was a dreamy situation. Until one day, a new boy came into the house. This boy is you Blaine. Want it or not, you stole Aaron's place in Kurt's heart. Of course, you cared about Aaron but I bet you don't make the same stuff with Aaron. Aaron, on the other hand, is still kind of happy, because in a little boy head, he gets two brothers instead of one. That's amazing to a kid! But then Blaine, there's you. Charlie came in the house. She's in a wheel chair and don't move. When you talk to her you could be talking to the pot plant beside her and -"

"Santana!" Blaine warned, not liking the fact that Santana was comparing Charlie to a plant.

"Okay - sorry..." Santana apologized, even if she was not really sorry. "But you still get my point. Kurt cares a lot for Charlie and you know what? He forgot about you. Emily got a friend of her age, Aaron got another brother. But you, Blaine, what did you get that still makes you happy? Charlie can't take care of herself. How can she care about you? Charlie is the new kid Kurt's taking care of now. And guess what? He's leaving you alone. That's how Porcelain works. He goes from broken hearts to broken hearts, trying to mend them, only to shatter them again after, when he leaves."

"Kurt's not like that, Santana. He still loves me and cares about me." Blaine said, trying not to think about all the little things Kurt forgot to about him or Aaron in the past few weeks.

"When was the last time he did something with Aaron? They used to go to the park every day before you came in the portrait."

"I - I didn't know that"

"Of course you didn't. Kurt wouldn't have told you that and Aaron is too shy to talk to anyone about that."

Blaine fell silent. He didn't know how Santana knew any of that stuff. He didn't want to believe her either, knowing their past encounters, but from what he saw from his own eyes and on how Kurt was acting, he couldn't help himself believe that what she said might be real. After all, it was true that Kurt spent more and more time with Charlie and not with him or Aaron.

After a few minutes, Blaine was still thinking about what Santana said. Until the Latina asked the one question that made Blaine doubt his whole relationship with Kurt :

"When was the last time he told you he loved you, Blaine?"

Blaine wished he could say last night or this morning but he couldn't. He couldn't even remember the last time Kurt told him. On the other hand, he could remember all the times he told Kurt and that he didn't reply.

Blaine couldn't take it anymore so he stood up and left the choir room, heading home, trying to beat Kurt there so he wouldn't have to see him.