Man, it's been a long day

Stuck thinking 'bout it driving on the freeway

Wondering if I really tried everything I could

Not knowing if I should try a little harder

Blaine loaded his two small bags into the back of his car. That was it. That was the end. Last night, middle of the park, that was it. He was going back to Ohio single. He showed up in New York completely in love and completely confused. Of course this was his fault, he was the one who broke it up. He deserved it. He was the one who broke it off. 

He sped down the same freeway he'd driven so slowly on, on the way there. Not knowing what the do. He just wanted to be home. Though he wasn't really sure who was going to be there to comfort him when he got there anyway. Kurt was his everything, and not only was he in New York, he wasn't even with him anymore. 

Oh, but I'm scared to death

That there may not be another one like this

And I confess that I'm only holding on by a thin thin thread

Sure, he thought about it the second after he saw Kurt running away. He could have chased him. He could have gotten him back so fast. But he didn't. And now he was stuck. And even now if he would try, Kurt might not even take him back. And that was probably the most terrifying thought of all of them. 

I'm kicking the curb cause you never heard

The words that you needed so bad

And I'm kicking the dirt cause I never gave you

The things that you needed to have

I'm so sad,

Blaine sat on his bed looking at the skype icon appearing on his computer, Kurt was online. Not that he was going to call him anyway, and that hurt. He slammed his laptop shut and punched his bed, tears falling quickly and violently from his eyes. 

Man, it's been a long night

Just sitting here, trying not to look back

Still looking at the road we never drove on

And wondering if the one I chose was the right one

He walked down the hallways of school trying his best to act like nothing was wrong. Cause he was an actor right? Every single thing he saw reminded him. Nothing was right anymore. The choir room, the auditorium. His own damn locker. He couldn't even bring himself to take down the pictures of them together down. He didn't want to convince himself that he'd done it. 

Doubt was probably the right word for it. The emtpy feeling he felt all the time. Wondering what if? He hated doubt. 

And now Blaine sat at the piano he was so used to seeing in the auditorium singing. For Kurt. To Kurt. Wishing he was the one sitting there hearing it instead of the entirety of the New Directions. 

Oh, but I'm scared to death

That there may not be another one like this

And I confess that I'm only holding on by a thin thin thread

I'm kicking the curb cause you never heard

The words that you needed so bad

And I'm kicking the dirt cause I never gave you

The things that you needed to have

I'm so sad.. 

He finished the song. Looking around the room hoping none of them would understand. Or try to talk to him about it. Talking was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he saw Tina walking towards him, holding out her phone. 

"Please don't be mad Blaine..But, when you were singing I-I" She stuttered nervously because she knew that if this went badly, it would be on her . "I called Kurt, we wanted him to hear. We all hate seeing you this miserable." Blaine looked around the room and saw sympathetic nods from everyone sitting in the audience. 

"Tina I'm not mad I just-" 

"Then talk to him!" Tina thrusted the phone into Blaine hand where he held it to his ear. Hearing a few sniffles on the other night. It sounded just like that night in Battery park. His heart broke in two. 

"Kurt?" 

"Blaine I don't know wha-what she was thinking I'm sorry about that I should go I-" 

"No Kurt don't.."

"Blaine this-"

"I still love you."