He always wondered what it'd be like to have to survive without Kurt. Blaine thought to himself. "His silky-soft chestnut hair always done up to perfection, the way his voice made him jump with excitement with every syllable he heard, and his glass eyes that brighten his entire life. It's all going to be gone within a matter of a week. Kurt will have left to NYADA, and Blaine will be left with all his flaws. The only thing perfect about him is Kurt. That's the way it will always be." As Blaine listens to "Here Comes the Anxiety" by The Wombats, he can't help but to let his mind run. He can't make himself stop thinking of him.

"I need to get drunk tonight." Blaine tells himself, "It is 2 AM, I'm sad and lonely. Why aren't I drunk?" He finally gets up from his half made bed after procrastinating drinking for hours now. He walks up to his bookshelves and finds the bottle of red wine right behind his copy of, "Looking for Alaska" He always told himself the only alcoholic substance he would ever keep in his room was wine. He thought wine was romantic and less of the typical "Oh look at me I'm a kid that loves Jack Daniels! I also love to party and have sex 24/7!" However, Kurt just thought it was odd that Blaine thinks in such a way and just refers to his boyfriend as "one fancy motherfucker" Kurt can always manage to get a chuckle from Blaine. After many moments, he decides not to go back to his bed, but instead just sit on the floor and start chugging away. Blaine suddenly doesn't feel like one fancy motherfucker. The thing with wine is that you really shouldn't take huge gulps or it just taste like total shit, but in a situation like this, he feels he needs to get tipsy as fast as possible. Drowning his sorrows seems like the only thing he has control of these days, but he tells himself he has a reason for drinking. However, it's just fuel for the fire that is a future alcoholic; Blaine Anderson.

He sits on the floor and just keeps on thinking. He had been told on many occasions by his friends from glee club that he needed to quote, "Dude, chill out. Your boyfriend is going to college. It's not that big of a deal." However, he thinks it is quite apparent that these people don't have what Kurt and he have. Blaine keeps his mind wondering as he drinks. There's a very special bond you make with people sometimes. A bond you can only have with maybe one in a million. Connections like these are the ones in which you can almost feel a person. Blaine knows it sounds creepy, but he feels like he can just hear him sometimes. He knows what he's feeling and can know from miles away. Kurt is a part of him. He is a part of Blaine. Now that one special part of him is moving thousands of miles away, and he honestly doesn't know if he can survive. "Fuck my life." He lamented as he continued to down his alcohol.

"Fucking shit, man." He takes another swig of his cheap wine. "I'm pathetic. This really is going to be me for another year. Drinking alone in my bedroom. Awesome. Can't wait for the rest of my life." He ponders angrily in his empty room, but then the tiny anxiety attacks come in, "Fuck. Honestly. COME ON." He takes a big breath, but realizes this panic attack isn't leaving anytime soon. He hid the wine bottle, and crawled back into bed. He had never remembered a time when he wanted to die more. "My life is turning to shit and it's now trying to take me away with it. I can't let it," Blaine begins to tear up, but he takes another deep breath; "I won't let anything get between Kurt and I. I love him too much. He loves me too much. Everything. Will. Be. Fine." He takes one last breath of air before slowly drifting off to the music playing softly in the background.