EYES: I'm sick of the façade. I'm sick of pretending.

It's nearly 2 am when Kurt's phone beeps loudly on his bedside table. Kurt curses under his breath as he rolls over to blindly grab at it. He doesn't even bother to check the number calling before bringing it to his face and pressing the answer key.

His nostrils flare as he talks into the phone. "Do you know what time-"

"Did you love me?" That jolts Kurt awake. He sits up on his bed and clutches the phone to his face.

"Blaine," he gasps. Blaine's voice sounds hoarse and broken like he had been crying. Well, he might have, Kurt notes.

"Kurt, did you love me?" Blaine asks again. Kurt looks at his lap and tries to steady his voice.

"Yes, I loved you," Kurt says. "I-I love you." He waits. He expects Blaine to say it right back like he always does, but all he hears is Blaine let out a shuddery breath on the other side of the line. Kurt holds the phone closer and closes his eyes, mentally pleading to Blaine to say it back.

"Why?" Blaine asks instead and before Kurt can even open his mouth to reply, the line goes dead. Kurt lowers his hands and places his phone back on the table. His room is completely dark except for the white glow of his phone's screen. Kurt blinks and feels a teardrop fall down the side of his cheek. He curls up on his side on his bed and pulls the covers up to his shoulders.

"I did the right thing," he says into the darkness as he closes his eyes. "I did the right thing."

TIME: He's gone. He doesn't want me. No one wants me.

Kurt doesn't even look up when he hears the doorbell ring. He knows exactly who it is. He stays sitting on the couch in his living room, staring at his lap. It's raining hard outside. Kurt listens as raindrops hit the windows and the wind blows against them. He used to love the rain. He used to love using it as an excuse to snuggle up on the couch with Blaine, while they watched a movie, or kissed, or even just talked. Kurt chokes back a sob. With Blaine, he thinks. He closes his eyes to hold back his tears and he hears someone storming into the living room with someone else right behind.

"Cooper, I'm not in the mood to argue with you," Kurt says as he opens his eyes. Cooper's face is red and his eyes bulge slightly. He's panting and wet from head to toe. His dark red cardigan clings to his skin and his black jeans are dripping, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

"Wonderful because I'm not here to argue," Cooper says. Carole steps out from behind him and shoots Kurt a confused glance.

"Kurt, is everything okay?" Carole asks, her eyes darting between him and Cooper.

"Yes. Cooper's here to talk about Blaine," Kurt explains.

Carole tilts her head. "Is Blaine okay? I haven't seen him in a while."

"No, he's not freaking okay," Cooper snaps and Carole jumps a little at his tone. She narrows her eyes at him.

"Carole, can Cooper and I have a moment alone, please?" Kurt asks before Carole can open her mouth.

"Yeah, okay," she says. She walks toward the kitchen, not taking her eyes off of Cooper. "If you need anything, just holler."

"Will do," Kurt replies. He shifts his gaze back to Cooper. "Cooper, I-"

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" Cooper asks, cutting him off. Kurt sighs. His head starts to throb and, frankly, Kurt's not surprised. With the amount of thinking and crying he's been doing lately, he's more surprised that he didn't get a headache sooner.

"I told you I'm not going to have an argument with you," Kurt says firmly.

"Why would you break up with him when you know he's in a fragile state right now?" Cooper asks.

"You told me I was making him miserable," Kurt mumbles.

"And he's happier now?"

"I don't know what you want me to do," Kurt huffs, keeping his eyes on Cooper.

"I want you to stop being stupid and to stop hurting my baby brother!" Cooper yells. Kurt's heart races in his chest. Can't Cooper see how much it's hurting him too?

Kurt glares at Cooper and says steadily, "You might not be aware, but your ‘baby brother' is a seventeen year old boy. He's not a child."

"He's still my little brother."

"Cooper, I don't know what to do. You should be helping me, not starting fights with me," Kurt says.

"Why should I help you?"

"Because we might hate each other, but we both love Blaine," Kurt answers.

Cooper snorts. "Yet, you broke up with him." That's it. That does it.

"That doesn't mean I don't love him!" Kurt shouts. "I love him with all my heart, so much that it hurt me to break up with him. So much that I cried for hours after you told me I was making him miserable. So much th-that if I never become a big star, I wouldn't care as long as I had Blaine."

Kurt's voice cracks as he says Blaine's name and his eyes glisten with unshed tears, but he stands with his fists balled, eyes narrowed and fixed on Cooper. The two boys glare at each other, nostrils flaring and tempers rising, until they both feel their phones vibrate in their pockets.

They hear a thunderclap outside when they see the new message from Blaine. They both read the same message:

I jump, I jump alone. I die, I die alone. I just want it all to end.