Kurt arrived back at the apartment, tears cascading down his cheeks, and he began to pack quickly. He wanted to leave before Blaine got back; this was hard enough as it was, and would be even harder with Blaine there. He'd almost finished when he heard the door open and Blaine’s footsteps.

"K-Kurt?" said Blaine sobbing “P-please let me explain? Please?"

Kurt said nothing. He continued packing, fitting all he could into the large suitcase. He left a few of his clothes that just wouldn't fit. Blaine entered the room.

"Kurt - Kurt, please stop!"

"No Blaine, I can't! I can't be with you anymore ... It hurts too much. It hurts too much to know someone else has touched you like that, the way only I should ... and I don't want to share you. You were mine first and I love you but ... but you ... you love someone else and I'm just going to have to live with that." Kurt cried as he pushed past Blaine out of the apartment and hailed a cab. "I can't stay here - I just can't!"

He climbed into the cab with his case and began to sing Taylor Swift’s 'Last Kiss' quietly to himself, and the tears continued to fall. Kurt would really miss Blaine but this was the best option. He paid no attention to the odd looks he gained from the cab driver. His mind flickered with memories of him and Blaine, before all this, back when they were happy … when they were together. But this was it - he and Blaine had broken up; there was nothing more to it. Kurt didn’t want it to be this way ... he wanted his Blaine back, not this lying cheat … his Blaine would never do this to him ever.

~~~

Meanwhile

Almost simultaneously, unbeknownst to Kurt, Blaine sat at the piano and began to sing too.

I still remember the look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The words that you whispered
For just us to know
You told me you loved me
So why did you go away?
Away

I do recall now the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement
I ran off the plane
That July 9th
The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms

But now I'll go sit on the floor
Wearing your clothes
All that I know is
I don't know how to be something you miss
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips

Blaine left the piano and walked to their bedroom still singing, taking a moment to look through the closet and stroke the clothes Kurt had left behind. He'd left his suit from their wedding, Blaine’s favourite jeans and Blaine's sweater he always stole when he was ill. Blaine slipped it on; it smelled like Kurt, and he curled up on the floor just breathing in the scent of him. This was it - he'd lost Kurt ... he’d been stupid and had lost the only man he’d ever loved. He’d hurt him and he’d lost him.

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

Kurt closed his eyes, trying to stop the flashbacks. They were the last think he needed right now ... what he needed was the courage, the strength not to tell the cabbie to turn the car around so he could run into Blaine's arms and give him a second-second chance. He’d give Blaine all the second chances in the world, but he couldn’t … he was done with getting hurt. He’d had enough ... he loved Blaine and knew he always would because he just couldn’t stop - Blaine was the only one for him. He’d never find anyone one he loved as much.

Just like our last...

As the song drew to a close Kurt called his father.

“Dad?” his voice strained

“Kiddo? What’s wrong? You never call your old man.” Burt said, sounding concerned.

Burt was right - Kurt hardly ever called his dad, and he didn’t talk to him nearly as much as he should or wanted to. He was dreading telling his dad that he was divorcing Blaine … Burt would want to kill Blaine. He’d always been protective of Kurt but right now he just needed him to be his dad.

“I - I’m coming home … for a few weeks. I n-need to be away from hi-him.”

“From who?”

“Blaine, Dad … we’re getting a-a divor-orce.”

“Kiddo ...” His dad sighed sympathetically. “You sure?”

“Y-yes - he ... he hurt me t-too much … I have to g-get out.”

“Okay, Carole and I will get some food in … when you coming back?”

“I’m headed to t-the ai-airport n-now…”

“Alright, Kurt - I’ll see you when you land. Everything will be okay … I’ll make it so.”

“Thanks, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too, buddy.”

~~~
Blaine snuggled up in the foetal position, still wearing Kurt's sweater, and hugged his pillow. He picked up his phone and called Kelsey.

“He, He l-l-l-left me Kels ... he, he, he, he left m-m-me” said Blaine, incoherently.

“Blaine? What was that?” She soothed gently.

“Kurt. Left. Me.” He managed between sobs.

“Oh peanut ... I’m coming over” she said before hanging up.

In fifteen minutes Kelsey arrived at Blaine’s apartment, knocking on the door which Blaine didn’t have the energy or the want to answer. Part of him hoped it was Kurt, coming back to tell him they could work it out and it'll be okay, that he still loved him. He knew it wasn’t though - he’d fucked up too badly, hurt Kurt way too much. She knocked again.

“Blaine? Peanut? You there?” She said gently.

“Come in ... s’open.” he called through his sobs.

Kelsey faintily heard Blaine and entered the apartment.

“Blaine? Where are you, honey?”

“Here” He sobbed from the bedroom.

She entered the room and found him on the floor, still curled up clutching Kurt’s pillow to his chest.

“I fucked up Kels ... I’ve fucked up big time, and he’s left me … for good!”

“Oh, peanut.”

“NO! Don’t give me fucking sympathy - I don’t deserve it … I don’t deserve anything. I should go … I have nothing left. Nothing!”

“Blaine, don’t talk like that.”

“I deserve to die! I hurt one of the kindest, sweetest, gentlest men in the world … the only guy who I loved and who loved me back … the one who didn’t leave, but helped me get better!”

“Blaine?”

“I’ve lost everything - Kurt helped me through all that crap. Fine way to fucking thank him, huh?!” Blaine cried out, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “I feel just like I did back then … ten years of fucking progress down the toilet.”

“Progress? Blaine, what are you talking about?”

He sighed and took a deep, shuddery breath before speaking. “I did, and still do to some extent I guess, suffer with depression … and it got so bad, I considered taking my life. The - the day I planned to do it, I met Kurt, and he saved my life and gave me a reason to stick around. And now he’s gone again, it’s all I can think about …” Blaine broke down in sobs, Kelsey’s cheeks also damp with unhappy tears.

She was seeing a whole other side to her best friend. She never knew that he had this dark past - she’d only known him as the strong confident man he was a month ago. She wished she could help him get back to that.

“Blaine, I’m here - you have plenty to stay around for ...” She said once she’d composed herself, because Blaine's revelation had shocked her.

“Like what?” He demanded harshly.

“Like, us - our friendship … your job, family ... oh, and what about your niece Patti?”

“But Kurt was my world - he was my gravity, my anchor ... now I’m just floating.”

“Blaine, peanut … you’re only twenty eight - you’ve got so much life left to live.”

“But it’s not living without him.”

“Well then you need to get up, lock those dark thoughts away, and go after him … win him back. Like Ross did with Rachel in the last episode of Friends.”

“Rachel wasn’t divorcing Ross though …”

“But they both loved each other … he told her and she came back. It’s worth a try, don't you think sweetie?”

“I guess.” Blaine sniffed.

He quickly got up and dressed, grabbing his guitar and already knowing what song he was going to sing. He hugged Kelsey and thanked her before hailing a cab and heading right to the airport.

~~~
Kurt arrived at the airport, bought his ticket and waited to board. As he handed the hostess his ticket he heard the one voice he both wanted and didn’t want to hear, and turned and saw him.

“Kurt!” Blaine shouted as he approached the gate, his guitar pounding against his back as he ran, eyes still red and puffy. “Kurt - wait, please! Give me one more chance, please?”

“No Blaine, I have to go … I can’t stay.”

“Please?”

“No!”

Blaine began to play, starting to sing, really hoping Kurt could forgive him.

let’s pretend baby
That you've just met me
And Ive never seen you before
I’ll tell all my friends
That I think you're staring
And you say the same to yours

And oh, well dance around it all night
And then I’ll follow you outside
And try to open up my mouth
And nothing comes out right

And I wanna fall in love with you again
I don't have to try
It’s so easy
Who needs to pretend?
But because it’s so funny
Let’s just think about it, honey
Let’s just fall in love again

Blaine stared right at Kurt the whole time, trying not to cry. This was his last chance to try to win Kurt over. He knew as soon as Kurt boarded that plane it would really be over, and he would have lost everything - absolutely everything. Kurt was his one perfect thing, the one thing that kept him sane, the person that had saved him … Kurt meant the world to Blaine and he’d fucked everything up.

Kurt just watched him, trying so hard to not let himself forgive him … Blaine was adorable and Kurt loved him and everything about him. He wished he'd never found out, but more so that it never happened. He wished he didn’t have to do this because it was the hardest thing he’s ever done - and it was killing him.

And I wanna fall in love with you again
I don't have to try
It’s so easy
Who needs to pretend?
But because it’s so funny
Let’s just think about it, honey
Let’s just fall in love again
Let’s just fall in love again

Kurt smiled, his heart aching so badly it felt like he was dying. He wished he and Blaine could fall in love again but he couldn’t … Blaine had hurt him too much.

“Blaine, I can’t … I just can’t.” he shook his head sadly.

“One more chance, please? Or at least let me explain that kiss …”

“There’s nothing for you to explain. You kissed him!”

“No, no, no - he kissed me … I tried to push him away but he woul-“

“Just leave it Blaine. I can’t ... I can’t be with you anymore. We’re over - for good.”

Tears streamed down both of their faces.

“I’m sorry I hurt you so much." Blaine sobbed. "I hope you find someone who’s worthy of you. And who makes you feel as special as you are and as happy as you’ve made me.”

“Goodbye Blaine …” Kurt wept. It took everything he had to not tell Blaine he loved him and would take him back ... but he just had to turn and walk away. He boarded the plane, sat in his seat and broke down.

And then he woke up.