Being slushied was always something he loathed but today it brought him down even more. His hair was slicked to his skull and clothes soaked in sticky red liquid. On top of everything that happened to him during these past few days, this morning he has forgot his spare clothes. That meant he had to get though all of his lessons, sticky and vulnerable.

"Good morning Lady Boy," shouted one of jocks who had slushied him, while he was heading in school direction.

Kurt sighed deeply. Well I guess it can't get worse from this point.

He had no idea how wrong he was.

Apparently every jock out of blue recalled about him today. It was like his sophomore and junior year all over again. There were those horrible names shouted when he was walking down the corridor. Somebody even shoved him into the locker. Lessons and teachers weren't merciful either. Three unannounced tests to which he didn't study for that weekend and a huge pile of homework. It was only the beginning of the week showed him that universe truly hated him at the moment.

The worst of it all was seeing Blaine during the breaks. He was sending Kurt those long lasting glances, but Kurt could see only one thing in his eyes. They were full of pity. That made him sick on his stomach. With the remains of the willpower, he withheld himself from running to the nearest bathroom, dropping onto his knees and emptying his stomach. Kurt could feel his eyes watering. He fought back the urge to cry, and started walking quickly in the opposite direction.

When he found himself inside an empty not used for a very long time classroom, he once again allowed himself to have a breakdown.

I can't do this, he thought. How could I actually thought that he wanted to be with me? It wasn't love, he only pitied me.

The new wave of hot tears spilled down his cheeks. He just sat there and silently sobbed. Kurt didn't know how long he was inside that classroom. When he checked his phone he realised that he's missed most of his Monday's classes. There were also 15 new messages, and 5 missed calls. But none of them were from Blaine.

He felt sting in his heart. He didn't even care. Kurt could get killed, or been hit by a truck and Blaine still didn't care. Blaine didn't even seemed to notice how horrible and broken Kurt looked today. Why Blaine decided to put up with Kurt in the first place, he didn't have to be a charity case, he could have found himself someone better, not broken beyond repair, pathetic Kurt Hummel. So many questions swirled inside Kurt's head.

He decided to skip today's Glee practice. He knew he won't be able to survive without having a breakdown, and the last thing he wanted was other glee clubbers pitying him. He couldn't stand that how weak he was. All what he wanted to do right now was to curl up in his bed wrapped tightly in the blanket, with the ungodly amount of junk food and depressing Adele in the background.

When he left the classroom he quickly texted Finn that he's fine, he just needed some time for himself and he wanted to be left alone, and that he won't be attending today's glee practice, so Finn needs to find someone who will give him a lift. After sending the message he turned off his phone, and directed himself into the parking lot.

Without Finn in the car Kurt allowed himself to turn on the music very loud and sing along with Adele about horrible breakup. He must look like a mad man, but he simply didn't give a fuck about what other people might have thought when they saw him like that.

When he reached home, he quickly left his shoes in the hall went to the kitchen and gathered as much unhealthy food that Finn stocked he could find.

Being finally in his room was a blessing for Kurt. He immediately changed his covered in red slushie clothes into a hoodie and a sweatpants, and he was about to went through his movies collection. His goal was to watch as much depressing movies as he could manage, eat junk food and wallow in self-pity.

When he was in the middle of third movie he heard a soft knock at the door. A moment later Burt came in. He sat next to Kurt and took a DVD into his hand.

"500 Days of Summer, Pride and Prejudice, Bridget Jones Diary? You've pulled some heavy guns here. Want to tell me what's happening?"

"Nothing really, Dad."

"Kurt, don't lie to me. Don't forget that I know you like nobody else, I raised you. I know when you. So now tell me what's going on."

"Blaine and I are hit a bump in the road and kind of broke up he said that he needed some time to re-think stuff".

Burt hugged tightly his son,"He'll come around. And if he won't, then he's an idiot, and that will only mean that he wasn't good enough for you. You're a unique kid, Kurt and you deserve so much more that this town, heck the whole state can offer you. Your destiny is New York and if someone can't keep up with your pace than it means you're not right for each other."

"Thanks Dad." said Kurt while he was trying the best he could not to burst into tears after hearing his father kind words.

"Remember. If you ever have a problem,  come with it to me no matter what it is, ok? I want us to be able to tell each other everything. You can always trust me and lean on me kiddo, you've got my full support no matter what. I might not like it, but it's my job to love you and be there for you regardless, to day and hour." And with that, words he got up, kissed his son's forehead and left the room.

Later that night, when Kurt was lying in his bed, he started to think about what his father said, and for the first time in days,  he believed he could be all right.