Blaine sits crosslegged on the bed watching Kurt pace the entire apartment. Silent tears drip down both of their faces. He looks down at his hands, that are now unsteadily shaking. He feels like throwing something. But he's sure that now isn't the time. He's positive he's already broken Kurt's heart, the last thing he needs to do is break something in his new apartment. 

He wants to speak up and say he's going to bed. But if he's being completely honest with himself, he doesn't even know where he's going to end up sleeping anyway. All he wants to do is close his eyes and wake up in the morning and this all have been a dream. All of it. Everything after March 15th. Everything is a dream. Sure, some of the best memories of his life were after that, but he could re-do them all. And maybe do them better, knowing how things would play out. 

He just wanted things to go back to that chilly spring day. When he finally told Kurt how he felt. Kissing him and feeling more love than he'd ever felt in his life.  He wished things were still like that. Things felt like they were only getting worse. 

He watched the older boy pace around the room and he wanted to throw up. He'd never felt more wrong in his life. Hell, he didn't even remember what life felt like before Kurt was even there. But he was sure that even if he got Kurt back he wouldn't forget how horrible this felt. He wanted to jump up and wipe the tears off of the brunette's pale face. But he knew that right now, probably wasn't the apropriate time for that. 

Blaine wasn't sure how much longer he watched him pace before he finally climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to his chin without saying a word. 

"Can we talk?" Blaine asked, his voice rough with tears. 

The only response he got was the small sob that ecscaped Kurt's mouth and the sight of his body slightly shaking. He closed his eyes and tried his best to sleep.  But sleeping was better said than done. He only stared up at the ceiling not even bothering to ask to talk again. He watched as Kurt finally stopped shaking and his breathing evened out. 

He wasn't sure when he'd finally fallen asleep. But when he did Kurt was out of the shared bed. He wanted to get up and look for him. But he was sure Kurt wouldn't want to see him anyway. He walked around the room collecting the few things he'd packed, getting them back in to a suit case. His flight wasn't supposed to leave for another two days, but there probably wasn't much use in staying at Kurt and Rachel's apartment for another day. 

He walked out to the kitchen to see Kurt making coffee. 

"Who was it?" Kurt asked practically silently. Blaine looked over, unaware that he'd even heard him walk out. 

"Kurt-" 

"Please don't Kurt me, just. Please." 

Blaine just stood silently. Looking at the boy who he'd hurt so badly. The normal shine that was in his eyes was taken over by tears and brokeness. 

"I'm so so sorry.." His voice faltered on the last voice and the tears started spill out of his eyes again. "I wish I could take it back." 

"Except you can't." He laughed dryly. 

"If I could I would. God, I love you so much I-" 

Kurt turned around to finally face him for the first time all morning.  "Please just leave."