The reality of the moment finally hit him when he was racing down the hallway towards his boyfriends math class, tears forming puddles under his blood-shod eyes.

Everything was blurry, nauseating, he was angry, not just angry at the fact he didn't get in to his chosen school; but angry at the fact Rachel did, she choked, she blew it, Kurt didn't, Kurt was honourably better than her.

Not that Rachel wasn't good, because she was good, just not good enough.

She shouldn't of gotten in, Kurt should of, period.

All his worries and thoughts clouded his mind, stumbling a little through the hallway, he felt drunk, drunk with regret, anger, tears, nothing made sense anymore.

He fumbled with the strap on his designer bag, feeling the grey red cotton velvet type material through his fingers, paying no attention to where his feet were taking him, unconscious to the fact he'd just bashed himself into a pupil at McKinley, a very short, hair slicked pupil at McKinley.

"Sorry.." Kurt mumbled, tumbling a bit to the side, holding himself up with a hand placed firmly on a cool blue metal locker, the feeling tingling his skin, relief crashing him like a ton of bricks as he finally saw who he'd bashed into.

"Its- wait, Kurt?" Blaine asked, grabbing both of his boyfriends wrists and pulling him closer, "Kurt, baby, what's wrong?"

"I didn't get in," He simply put as he stumbled forwards, more tears streaming across his porcelain cheeks.

"Wh-what?"

"To NYADA Blaine, I-I wasn't good enough for them, Rachel wasn't either, but she choked, she choked, I didn't choke, it's not fair," Kurt was beautiful when he cried, gorgeous infact, "I don't know what to do."

Blaine just did what he did best, he wrapped Kurt up in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, 'you're perfect to me, Kurt.'