I tell my love to wreck it all, cut out all the ropes and let me fall

Blaine took in a deep breath. It had been two weeks since Kurt had ended their relationship. He was still hurting over the breakup but he was good at keeping a straight face; he was also in denial.

He inhaled again.  He was going to call Kurt back. He knew Kurt told him not to but he had to listen to his voice again. He dialed the number he knew by his heart. But the call wasn't answered. He dialed a few more times and he still wasn't answering. He was refraining from leaving messages but now he was going to. He waited on the beep next time he called and left a message.

"Hey Kurt, I... I just wanted to tell you that I really miss you and I was wondering how you are doing... How are you doing? How's New York? How's Rachel? I hope all is well... I am too!" He was trying too hard to sound happy, like nothing was wrong." I don't know why you aren't picking up my phone calls! I was wondering if you're going to visit Ohio anytime soon. Okay, alright... Bye! Call me when you can." Blaine sighed after he left the message.

He had to do it. He shook his head and tried to stop himself but his fingers were dialing the number again. "Kurt... Please don't do this... I'm not alright. I miss you. I fucking miss you. I want to be with you. Please come back to me! I didn't mean to do what I did... I don't even know what I did. All I know is I love you!" Blaine was pleading as he sent his next message and he continued to do so. His messages consisted of trying way too hard to be happy-go-lucky, then hysterical, in denial, and begging.

Blaine couldn't control himself and he sent one last message, the last message that properly spilled his feelings if the last ones didn't. "Kurt... Hi... again. I hope you're happy, because I'm not." He spoke eloquently without his voice cracking this time. "I miss you like crazy and I feel fucking insane without having you here... You told me not to hate you, but I can't help it anymore, because I've grown to hate how much I love you. You've wrecked everything I've ever believed in... you've wrecked all my love and you let me fall... I hope you're happy and I wish you well in life... Blaine."

Blaine sighed, and fell back on his bed, before breaking into tears. Was this really the end? He swore he didn't think Kurt and himself would end so soon, so horribly.

Blaine picked himself and drove to Scandals, with that old ID in hand and puffy eyes. He entered the shady place, not so sure of what he was doing but he ordered himself a beer and before he knew it, one beer became two, and two became four.

He was drunk. Blaine walked onto the dance floor, and started shimmying against men he didn't know; and he didn't do anything to stop them from grinding up on him.

"Hey! Blaine!" some shouted angrily from the corner, his voice coming closer, "What are you doing here?"

"Sebastiaaaan!" Blaine cooed, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm dancing! Are you blind?"

Sebastian pulled Blaine to follow him as he squirmed and laughed. "Blaine, you're drunk! We're leaving! Get off of him!" Sebastian growled at a man trying to pull Blaine back.

Sebastian took Blaine to his home and led him up to his bedroom. "Just stay here for tonight; I'll drive you home tomorrow morning!" Sebastian whispered, as he tucked Blaine in.

"Stay in here with me?" Blaine's voice faded quietly, before he fell asleep.

Sebastian looked down at Blaine sadly, and kissed his forehead, before laying on the couch, watching the boy's chest raise up and down. "What happened?" he asked himself