Blaine’s stomach is in knots as he holds his phone in his hand and stares at the screen.

New Text Message From:

Kurt Hummel

For weeks, he’s been waiting for this. For Kurt to say something, anything back to him. And now that the text message is there in front of him, he’s terrified to open it.
Worst case scenario, Kurt would say he hates him and he’ll never forgive him and to never call him again. Best case scenario, they’d start to figure things out.

He takes a deep breath and touches the open icon in his screen.

Please stop calling me to say you’re sorry. What’s done is done.

Blaine’s heart stops and the room spins and tears instantly fill his eyes. Before he can even think, his phone hits the wall across the room and falls to the floor in pieces. He curls into a ball on his bed, clutching Margaret Thatcher Dog to his chest trying to hold himself together. He can’t breathe and he actually thinks for a minute that he’s going to die. This hurts. It hurts so much more than he ever thought it would.

More than when Sebastian blinded him with the slushie.

This is a hundred times worse than that.

~*~*~*~

Blaine doesn’t move out of that spot for the next four days. He doesn’t come downstairs when his parents call him for dinner. He doesn’t go to school. He doesn’t shower or eat or let his friends into his room when they come over to see what’s wrong and where he’s been.

Blaine’s loses track of how long he’s been locked in his room. He just sleeps. And when he’s not sleeping, he’s thinking. He doesn’t stop crying. He cries for what seems like a hundred years and wonders to himself how there’s any tears left in his body for him to cry.

It just keeps getting worse and worse and it hurts more and more every day.

It’s worse than when his father told him he was a disgrace to the Anderson name.

This is a thousand times worse than that.

~*~*~*~

Blaine plans on sleeping away the rest of his life. His miserable, pathetic excuse for a life.

At least he plans to, but someone has been knocking on his door for the last ten minutes.

“Go away.” he mumbles, but the knocking doesn’t stop.

“I said go away!” He screams.

The knocking stops and Blaine closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep before the tears start again. Not even a minute later, he hears his bedroom lock click and his door open.

His eyes snap open. The only person that knows how to pick a lock that quietly is…

“Coop?” Blaine whispers as Cooper shuffles over and kneels next to the bed.

“What’s goin’ on, B?” Cooper asks as he wipes away a tear on Blaine’s nose. “I tried getting a hold of you…but your phone is in a million pieces on the floor. What happened?”

Blaine just shakes his head and starts to sob again.

“Kurt doesn’t…” Blaine sobs. “It’s over.”

Cooper nudges Blaine over a bit and crawls in next to him. He doesn’t know what to do. The only thing he can think to do is hold Blaine. So that’s what he does. He wraps his arms around his little brother and holds him. He’s never seen Blaine this broken before.

Blaine sobs for hours while Cooper holds him. He can’t stop. His heart is still breaking. He can feel it and it’s not stopping. He’s cried so much and so hard he’s thrown up all the food Cooper made him eat earlier that day.

He used to think that Sadie Hawkins was the worst thing that ever happened to him, but he knows now that he was wrong.

This is a million times worse.