Driving home from the party, Blaine couldn't help feeling that he's never been more unloved. Kurt, his Kurt, the boy who wears hippopotamus brooches and fox tails to school, the boy who watches endless hours of the Real Housewives just so he can slam them for their clothes and botched Botox fillers, the boy he lost his virginity to, the boy he had planned his wedding with during so many boring math classes, had just rejected his call.

In their entire relationship, hell, even before that, they had never rejected a single one of each others calls. Regardless of how tired they were or how pissed off they were at the other one they had always been there for each other.

Blaine thought back to Christmas, it felt like yesterday, he was standing in the middle of the McKinley high hallway professing his love to his boyfriend and giving him that dumb little ring that he had spent hours making. It suddenly all seemed like such a waste of time.

"I promise to always pick up your phone calls, no matter what I'm doing."

Blaine didn't realize that was a one-sided promise. He thought Kurt would always be there for him, but here he is, alone. In Lima. While his boyfriend was in New York, having the time of his life...without Blaine.

Blaine ran up the stairs and threw himself onto his bedroom, he couldn't even bring himself to cry. He just felt so worthless. He kicked off his shoes and clothes and curled into a ball in the middle of the bed.

Blaine lay there, looking at the pictures on his walls, of the Warblers, Cooper, the Glee club, even one of him and Sebastian that had been taken over the summer at a pool party. He couldn't even glance at one of the pictures of him and Kurt. Not right now. 

How could Kurt be so selfish? He knew that it killed Blaine to be away from him for any length of time, yet he still rejected the call. He didn't even bother to send a text explaining why he couldn't pick up. Nothing. He got absolutely nothing. 

Blaine sighed and stretched out full on the bed. He'd sleep then wake up in the morning and realize that he was just over reacting and Kurt would call him when he had a spare minute, Blaine was just being an idiot, and Kurt would never deliberately hurt him.

Blaine rolled around for a while, trying to get comfortable, he finally threw his head down onto the opposite pillow. That's when he broke down.

The pillow smelt, faintly, of Kurt's shampoo.

Blaine would never tell anyone that the reason he never changed his sheets was because he couldn't sleep when he knew Kurt was gone, he'd gotten too accustomed to sleepovers and sharing pillows over summer that now it seemed impossible to sleep without that smell.

He cried into the pillow until he couldn't breathe. He felt so alone. He felt like he could die right there and it wouldn't affect anyone because they didn't really care about Blaine.

This was it, he would call Kurt one last time and if he didn't pick up...Blaine was done.

He got out of bed and shuffled to where he had thrown his phone when he came in. Kurt's was the first number that came up, the last number Blaine had called, the call time read 0 hours, 0 minutes and 0 seconds.

Blaine hesitated over the call button, thinking he should just skip all the pain and go into his bathroom right now and grab the full bottle of pills he still had from his eye surgery. The doctor told him not to take any more than two a day because anymore than that and his eighteen year old body wouldn't be able to cope. He figured there were about thirty pills in there. That would work.

Blaine set his phone down on the bed, if Kurt couldn't even be bothered to pick up then why should he even try again?

He walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet above the sink. The pills were right in front of him. He grabbed them, holding them like they were the only thing that mattered to him and walked back into his bedroom. There was a bottle of water next to his bed so he didn't even have to go downstairs and risk anyone finding out what he was about to do. He didn't want to be saved.  He just needed this.

His face was perfectly calm as he opened the bottle and spilt the pills out onto his comforter. It suddenly felt right to do this. Kurt was the only person in the world that Blaine felt ever really cared about him, he was obviously wrong. Kurt didn't need an anchor from Lima holding him back, especially if he didn't want that anchor anymore.

Blaine picked up five of the pills and put them in his mouth, he took a drink of his water then swallowed. He done this over and over until all the pills were gone, then he lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.

Blaine Anderson was gone a little while later, that's why he wasn't around to pick up his boyfriend's call, or his best friend's, or his brother's, or his other friend's who were worried since they boy they all loved went home quietly, looking a little upset.

When Cooper listened to the voice mails on Blaine's phone after his little brother's funeral, he replayed the first message over and over again.

"Baby! I'm so sorry I couldn't pick up your call; I was talking to Isabelle, Blaine! She told Anna about me! I got my job at Vogue!  Please tell me you're still going to come live with me and Rach in a few months? I can't face life without you anymore baby, I'm never saying goodbye to you, remember?! I love you, call me back baby!"