Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Warning: Mentions of mpreg and implications of miscarriage.

He takes in a shaky breath as he walks in, taking in Blaine's form, curled up on the bed, his eyes staring, unblinkingly at the wall in front of him.

"Do you want a blanket?" Kurt asks, walking through his boyfriend's bedroom door. "You look cold."

Blaine shakes his head. He sniffles. "I'm fine."

Kurt shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

Blaine shrugs. "Wasn't your fault, babe."

"It wasn't your fault either. There was nothing you could've done."

Blaine squeezes his eyes shut tight, and a few more tears leak out. He feels like he's stuck in a nightmare and he can't get out.

Kurt sits down on the edge of the bed and swallows the lump in his throat; he has to be the strong one.

"I wish I could've held her," Blaine whispers. "I wish I could've held her, just told her how much I loved her." He takes a shaky breath. "I thought we would be happy, Kurt. I wanted us to be happy."

Kurt bites his lip, chokes back a sob. "We're going to be happy, Blaine. We're going to get there. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but we're going to get through this."

Blaine shakes his head, crying again. "I don't know if I can," he says and Kurt's heart breaks just a little bit more. "I thought we would be okay. The three of us."

An image pops into Kurt's mind. Blaine walking down the street, their little girl's hand wrapped around his finger, her other hand wrapped around his own, her brown curls blowing in the breeze, her green eyes shining…

Blaine's mind is a mess. Or, maybe it isn't— he isn't sure anymore. He ignores the phone when it rings; he knows it's Kurt, probably asking if he's awake, if he's eaten anything today, if he's left the bed at all.

He hasn't.

Can't do it.

Not today.

He closes his eyes and opens them again quickly. All he can see in his mind is the pictures, the ultrasounds of their little girl and all he can hear are the words, playing over and over in his mind.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Anderson…

It was a high risk pregnancy to begin with.

Fourteen.

Weeks.

Away.

It had been nothing less than a shock to find out he was pregnant in the first place. He knew he had the gene; it felt like he'd always known. But the simple pleasure of finding out that he was having a baby with the love of his life was

Exhilarating.

Amazing.

Breath-taking.

He couldn't believe it. They had been so excited.

Until.

Everything.

Shattered.

A/N: I know. It's depressing. But review anyways! I'd love to know what you guys thought.