Step one, you say, We need to talk,

He walks, you say, Sit down, it's just a talk.

A very confused Kurt got led into Ms. Pilsbury's office. Not long after that, he was informed that it would be better if he sat.

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

Her smile confused Kurt. First he was almost urgently rushed into her office, and now she was smiling at him as if to say. 'Hello, how could I help you!?" Kurt simply, looked at the woman, curious as to why he was still there.

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

As soon as the words leave her mouth, Kurt freezes to his chair. He ignores her as she stands up and leaves the room, patting his shoulder as she did so. This couldn't be happening...

Between the lines of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came

Kurt remained in his seat... This couldn't be happening... If only Kurt had helped Blaine... Looked past his own worries...He wouldn't be in this terrifying possition. He wished he could just disappear... The loneliness, the isolated feelingd, It would all return..

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

The teen thought back on all of his encounters with Blaine... Bestfriends, they had been, but it was always obvious Kurt wished they where more.... As usual though, everything that was slightly possitive in Kurts life, got whisped away before he had a chance to say goodbye.

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Thoughts of how if Kurt had been there for him all the time. Blaine wouldn't have done this entered his mind. He began to worry about Blaine... He hadn't been his usual self.  Kurt just hadn't know what to do!

Let him know that you know best

Cause after all, you do know best

Blaine would want Kurt to stay strong... To continue to prove to the bullies that he WAS better than them. It was just hard though, now that his rock had crumbled to sand.

Try to slip past his defense

Without granting innocence

Memories of Blaines over-protectivness flashed into Kurts eyes. He had always made sure that Karofsky didn't lay a finger on him... Chances are, that nobody will even want to be around Kurt now that he nice piece of eye-candy wasn't on his arm.

Lay down a list of what is wrong

The things you've told him all along

Kurt looks down and notices something. An envelope. With his name on it. As he opened the smooth white casing carefully, he found a crinkled, yet folded, sheet of off-white paper. Not even concidering what might be written on it, he unfolded the sheet and stared at what was infront of him. This was a letter... From Blaine.... He was pleading forgiveness. Telling Kurt how what he had done was for his own good...

And pray to God he hears you

And pray to God he hears you

Kurt collapesed onto the desk, his now sobs uncontrollable. "Why?" He mumbled, almost unaudibly. "Why Blaine!? Why!?" He shouted, eyes of pitty and confusion coming from passing studants.

And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

"If only you had told me... We could have worked things out...." He whispered into the paper, his tears colliding with where Blaines own had fell only last night. 

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes, biting his lip to hold back to scream of anger he was holding in his throat. That was when his eyes caught them three words at the bottom of the letter.

"I love you."