I apologise for how short it is but that's all it is, a short and not so sweet drama about coming to terms with losing somebody you love. Enjoy! I'm new to writing fanfiction so this is just something to keep my time somewhat productive, but even so, please drop me a review! I'd appreciate it so much. Part two should be up soon enough. For now, have a wonderful day and fill it with pretty things. I like pretty things.

I don't own Glee, I'm not affliated with FOX, blah blah blah. If I wrote Glee it would be the Quinn and Blaine show.


"For the last fucking time, Blaine!" Kurt snapped, pacing through the hospital car lot in nothing short of a rage, "Why is it I can't even lock eyes with another person anymore?"

"I didn't say you couldn't," Blaine yelled with a hint of desperation in his voice, quick on his tail, "But you're in there with Karofsky every single day now. You cancelled our date night to go and see him, then lied about it!"

"Why would I tell you when I knew you'd react like this?"

"I've got a right to care about you, Kurt. That kid is bad for you."

"You're not my mother," Kurt spat, charging full steam ahead, "She's dead, remember."

"Kurt.." Blaine made a fleeting attempt to lock fingers with the older boy and stop him hurrying away quite so soon, but it proved to be useless, "Just wait, would you?"

Kurt whipped around and stopped dead in his tracks, his chest rising and falling rapidly in anger, "I thought we trusted each other. Dave tried to take his own life not two weeks ago and now I've left him to cry into his bedsheets. Because of you."

"Wait, hang on," he said, shaking his head slightly as Kurt began to pull away again, "Hey.. stop!"

There was a flare of nostrils as Blaine cut in front of him and placed his hands firmly on the taller boy's glamorously padded shoulders. Kurt glanced around anywhere other than the hazelnut eyes he knew so well and swallowed his insticts.

"Why are we fighting? Really though. It's all we've been doing these past few weeks."

"That's not my fault," Kurt sniffed, "If only you had a little more faith in me."

"Fai- Kurt, you have all my faith!" Blaine said incredulously, taking his hands away and pressing them to his head in frustration, "All I've ever given you is faith! I'm 100% here you for about NYADA, your future in general, all I ask is that you tell me stuff once in a while! Why is that so hard?"

"I'll never get into NYADA anyways, with Little Miss Perfect around," he said through gritted teeth, beginning to walk again. Blaine stayed in front and paced backwards towards the mouth of the car lot, refraining him from escaping this time, "For fuck's- Blaine let me walk!"

"Kurt, you're going the wrong way. The car lot is back through the gates and Cooper is waiting to pick us up round the side of the hospital. Just turn around."

"You brought Cooper into this?" Kurt exclaimed, way past caring for his dignity now, "Wait, so you look through my messages, find out I'm that I'm visiting a friend and proceed to pretty much stalk me with your brother. Not to mentioning bombarding into the ward and demanding why I was here again.. God you're so jealous!"

"I am not the jealous type, so shut up!" Blaine said defensively. The anger boiling in his blood was becoming harder and harder to ignore and his collected attitude was beginning to slack, "I told you, I just want what's best for you!"

"This is not what's best for me! Why are you even still here, Blaine? I don't want you here. Just leave me alone and come back when you're ready to apologise to me and Karofsky!" Kurt's stomach twinged after the words left his lips, regretting them instantly. Nausea washed through him.

Blaine stopped and almost laughed in disbelief. He held his hands up as if to say 'I'm done' and began to stride across the road, shaking his head as he left.

"Wow, Kurt," he said with a bite in his voice, locking eyes with him a few times, "Wow. Okay, all I want is what's best for you, and you can't even see that? Fuck this. All I'm trying to do is be a good, loving boyfriend, someone who supports you and helps you make the right decisions. Karofsky made your life hell and you're suddenly fine to give him another chance! What is even up with that? I feel like I don't even know you anymore. You're not the person I fell in love with."

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt cried as he made his way across the road, a stylish black Audi turning in from a junction. He could see what was happening already. Blaine's head ducked into his duffel coat, the car approaching with a lazy driver blaring house music through the boom box. No, no, no.

"Just leave me alone!" Blaine called back, quickening his pace.

"Blaine, no, the car!"

But the words were just a whisper on his lips as the two collided with a sickening crunch.


Author's note:

Y'ello again. Hoping you enjoyed it and that it wasn't too out of character because that's one of my many downfalls. If you liked it, hated it, anything- drop me a review and say what you want! My skin is thick for a reason ;-)

Apologising for how sexual that last little footnote sounded, I regretted it the second I typed the damn thing. Anyways, thanks for reading.

- Littleink.