“What?”

“Kurt-”

“Are you joking?” Kurt asked. He took Blaine’s chin in his hand, and tilted it up, forcing him to look him in the eye.

“No, I’m not,” Blaine said, gulping. He felt his heart ache inside him. He just wanted to tell Kurt he didn’t mean anything, to kiss him harder than ever before, to tell him that he never meant to hurt him. But as much as his heart was screaming at him to do it, his head told him no. And for once, he had to listen to it.

“Blaine, I don’t understand,” Kurt started, putting his hands on his hips. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t care about you anymore.” His voice was loud and clear.

Kurt’s world splintered, shattering into pieces as his heart sank like the Titanic. His mind started to spin as tears threatened to leak out of his eyes. This can't be happening. No, I won't let it happen, not yet, this can’t be right, I mean no, just no, never, he said never, why
now?

“You’re lying, Blaine, you’re lying to me!” Kurt said hysterically. He put his hands on his head, trying to calm himself down.

“Kurt, I...” Blaine started, and for a moment, he forgot. He forgot about what could happen if he stayed with Kurt, he forgot about everything, and right then, in that single moment, he wanted to take it all back. But he didn’t. “I don’t care about you,” Blaine whispered, his voice wavering. “And I never did.” With that, Blaine turned his head, away from Kurt. He couldn’t bear to see him, not with his mouth hanging open in surprise and hurt, tears slowly, painfully streaming down his face.

Kurt was speechless. He tried opening his mouth, but no sound came out. For a few moments, they stood there, Blaine turned away, arms folded into his chest, Kurt silently weeping, hoping, praying, wishing that maybe Blaine could turn around, and things would be okay again.

“You need to leave. And never speak to me again, okay?” Kurt stated, his voice shaking, but still staying strong.

Blaine turned to face him, desperation written all over him.

“We could still be-”

“No, Blaine. We can’t.”

~

*5 o’clock p.m., Thursday*

24 Hours Before

“Hey, beautiful,” Blaine whispered, before planting a quick kiss to Kurt’s cheek. He took his hand as they walked out to the parking lot, about to leave school for the day. The sun was shining brightly, almost blindingly, depending on how you looked at it. It shone down onto Kurt’s face, highlighting his smile. “How’s your day been?”

“It’s been alright… But I was thinking maybe you and I could go and watch a movie? At my place?” the taller boy asked, hopeful. It would give them time to cuddle on the couch and just relax, maybe kiss a bit. He and Blaine had been making out almost on a daily basis, although one time it nearly went farther than that. Kurt had sort of been hoping that tonight, they could move a bit further. Blaine was wearing this really low v-neck shirt, and Kurt couldn’t resist staring at him most of the day.

“That sounds great,” Blaine replied, leaning in to kiss him as they walked. Kurt kissed him back softly, closing his eyes and stopping where he was. Letting go of Blaine’s hand, he slung an arm around Blaine’s neck, pulling him closer and tilting his mouth sideways to explore his mouth further.

Suddenly Blaine broke away, breathing a little heavily. The curly haired boy kissed his secret boyfriend once on the cheek, before grabbing his hand again.

“Kurt, it could be too risky out here. You think maybe we could save it for your house?” Blaine asked sheepishly. He thought Kurt might be angry, but he just smiled and nodded at him. They could wait ten minutes. Besides, it was worth it.

~

*12 o’clock a.m., Friday*

17 Hours Before

“I need to tell you something.” Kurt said into the phone as he pressed it between his ear and his shoulder. He had a math textbook and a physics textbook in his hands, and he couldn’t hold the phone.

“Ooh, I hope it’s juicy!” Rachel said on the other line, her sometimes annoying voice going up a few octaves in excitement. Kurt sighed, smiling.

“I guess you could say it is…” Kurt replied, shrugging. He slammed the books down onto the table, so he could talk clearly to Rachel, holding the phone to his
right ear.

“Well, come on, then!”

“I think I’m falling for him.”

There was a long, awkward silence, and for a second Kurt thought he’d made a mistake in telling her.

“Kurt,” she started, calmly and reasonably.

“Rachel,” Kurt retorted, in her same tone.

“That isn’t healthy.”

Kurt laughed at her response. Of all the things she could have said, that isn’t healthy popped into her head? “Rachel, what do you mean?”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Can you please just watch out for yourself? He just might hurt you in the future.”

“Why would I get-”

“I’m falling for her, too, okay?” Rachel whispered. She let out a little squeak, probably a reaction to her telling her secret to someone.

Kurt needed a moment to think. Kurt had always been so sure that Rachel was straight; the way she was always lusting after Finn Hudson. But people could change, he guessed, and if Rachel was sure, then good for her.

“Kurt?” she asked, filling the silence.

“Sorry, I just uh- needed time to process that.”

“And?” Rachel’s voice wasn’t filled with the annoying over-confidence it usually was. Now it was fear. Of what, Kurt didn’t know.

“And I think that’s great, Rach,” Kurt replied, trying to sound sincere. He couldn’t see the appeal in Quinn Fabray at all himself, but then again he was gay.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, I wish you good luck, Kurt. I can tell that
you care about him. I hope he feels the same way.”

“Thanks Rachel. Me, too.”

~

*1 o’clock p.m., Friday*

4 hours before

David Karofsky’s huge hands circled around Blaine’s neck, squeezing tightly. Blaine felt like he might pass out from the pressure. He looked up pleadingly at Karofsky, his eyes wide. After a few seconds, Karofsky let him go.

Blaine crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath, clutching for air. He quickly regained his composure and, shaking, got to his feet.

“What the fuck was that all about?!” Blaine shouted, rubbing his neck. He watched as Karofsky got closer, closing the space between them, snarling.

“I know you’re screwing Hummel, okay?”

Blaine turned white as a sheet, the blood draining
out of him. He almost tripped from how stunned he was. Oh, great, Karofsky's going to tell everyone, and Kurt and I will be arrested. Dammit! How could I be so stupid? Blaine was speechless as he stared at Karofsky in confusion.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I won’t tell anyone,” Karofsky said, backing away. He looked at Blaine with pure hatred in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing together.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief, but took it back immediately.

“If-” Karofsky added, pointing a finger at him, “you end it with him.”

Blaine heart shattered into a million little pieces, and he swore he’d never be whole again. He couldn’t break up with him. No. Not now.

“Karofsky, please, I’ll do anything but-” Blaine pleaded, grabbing a hold of his letterman jacket.

“No. End it with him, now,” he spat, and Blaine wondered why Karofsky wanted him to break up with him so badly.

“You have a thing for him, don’t you?” Blaine accused, stepping towards him angrily. Karofsky didn’t deny it, but simply pushed Blaine backwards, almost making him fall. “You have a nice little crush on Kurt. Of course you do. And you can’t stand me being with him.” Blaine knew he hit a nerve, judging by Karofsky's reaction.

“Shut the fuck up, faggot!” he shouted, the last word laced with venom. “You stop fucking Hummel and your secret is safe with me.”

And with that, Karofsky walked away, leaving Blaine with a twisted heart and a conflicted mind.

~

*5 o’clock, Friday*

Right Now

Kurt was speechless. He tried opening his mouth, but no sound came out. For a few moments, they stood there, Blaine turned away, arms folded into his chest, Kurt silently weeping, hoping, praying, wishing that maybe Blaine could turn around, and things would be okay again.

“You need to leave. And never speak to me again, okay?” Kurt stated, his voice shaking, but still staying strong.

Blaine turned to face him, desperation written all over him.

“We could still be-”

“No, Blaine. We can’t.”

Blaine let a single tear fall out of the corner of his eye, not wiping it away. He watched as Kurt gave him one last sad, regretful look, and then got into his car and drove away.

Blaine hoped that one day Kurt would forgive him. But he did this for him, he did this for them, he did this for everyone but himself, for once, and he was proud of himself.

“Goodbye,” Blaine whispered to an empty parking lot.