Knock knock. It was 11:30 at night and Rachel and Kurt were curled up together on the couch. Crying. Both of their boyfriends had broken up with them in the same place, at the same time. Neither of them heard the knocking over their loud sobs of pain, Kurt’s being the louder of the two after his first break-up.
Ding dong. Knock knock knock. Rachel finally heard the door and looked at Kurt.
“I’ll get it,” she said with a sniffle.
“Thanks, Rach,” He responded with tear-filled eyes. Rachel left the black leather couch and went to the door.
“Who’s there?” she asked, looking through the peephole, her voice cracking from not using it for anything but sobs.
“It’s me,” a manly voice from the other side of the door said. “Is Kurt in there? I tried running after him. Can you tell him I need to explain?” Rachel turned around to see Kurt looking back at her panicking. It was Blaine. Kurt shook his head and grabbed a pillow to muffle his next sob. She watched him stand up and stumble his way back to his room.
“He’s not here, Blaine,” she replied bitterly. “I haven’t seen him since Battery Park.” She opened the door to see Blaine, with red, puffy eyes, his hair un-gelled, and tear stains on his face. Rachel’s jaw dropped.
“Are you sure he’s n-“
“Blaine. Give him some time.”
He sighed in defeat. “Alright. Just please. Tell him I still love him. Don’t let him forget about me.” Rachel saw a new wave of tears forming in his eyes and slowly making their way down his cheeks.
“I promise.” She leaned in to give the slightly taller boy a hug, and he hung on for dear life.
“Thank you so much, Rachel,” Blaine said sobbing.
“Anytime, but I really think you should leave. Catch the next... Whatever to Lima. You’ll talk when he’s ready.”
“But I hate goodbyes. Especially ones like this. It can’t end this way!”
“Go!” she broke the hug. “You both need your space for now.” Blaine looked at her like he was a lost, sad puppy and it broke Rachel’s heart.
“Goodbye, Rachel.”
“Bye, Blaine. Have a safe trip. Say hello to Shue for me?”
“Sure.” He turned around and walked away from the apartment slowly, turning his head sadly when he was a good 10 feet away.
Blaine walked all the way back to Battery Park and sat on the park bench in front of where his life ended. He put his head in his hands and let out all of the sobs and tears he had been holding back as he thought about everything he just did, regretting every last bit of it. It was all over, and there was nothing more he could do.