"Blaine? Wake up honey."

Kurt.

"I'm awake." I mumbled but I didn't take my head out from under my pillow.

"I choose you."

What was he talking about? Oh right his date with Mark. I didn't respond, I couldn't respond.

"Blaine? Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

"Can you please sit up and look at me?"

I complied.

"Are you ok honey? You look horrible."

"I'm not feeling well." I lied.

"Oh my poor baby. You don't have a fever." He said checking my forehead.

I shook my head.

"Lie back down I'll get you some chicken noodle soup."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't be nice to me."

"Oh baby of course I'm going to be nice to you. It's my job. I choose you didn't you hear me?"

"I was with someone."

I could see his heartbreaking.

"W...what?"

"Last night I went to a bar with Sebastian and I hooked up with some guy. It didn't mean anything I love you. I'm so sorry Kurt."

"How could you?"

"I was drunk and feeling sorry for myself and I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I hate myself so much right now."

"I...I can't believe you did that to me! Is that why you wanted me to go out with Mark? Were you hoping I'd pick him and you could be free of me?"

"No! God no! I love you Kurt. I wanted you to go out with him because I thought he might be better for you."

"Maybe he is."

"Kurt." I pleaded.

"We're done Blaine."

"I'm sorry please don't leave me!"

"I can't stay with a cheater Blaine, I won't. I have too much self-respect."

"Kurt!"

"Don't call me again Blaine."

I am never getting out of this bed again. I am never talking to anyone again. Forget the old spinsters home just bring my 15 cats here, I'm sure Dalton won't mind.

"Blaine? I just saw Kurt and he looked murderous. What's going on?" Wes asked opening my door.

"He hates me Wes." I managed to say before I burst into tears.

Wes didn't say anything in response; he just held me and let me cry for hours until I fell asleep.