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Kurt is pissed. Not just angry, but pissed. Pissed to the point where his vision is a hazy red, and he has to clench his fist against the urge to strike out at the first thing he sees.

At first he was hurt. Incredibly so. He couldn't, still can't, seem to understand why he wasn't good enough for Blaine. Why he wasn't good enough to keep the younger from straying. It hurt more than anything he had ever felt, maybe even more than when his dad had explained to him that no, mommy isn't coming back. Because, then, it had hurt to lose her, but now it feels like he's losing himself. Like he's going to look at his reflection in the mirror and have no clue who he is inside. In a way it's true, he supposes, after all, Blaine helped build him into the person he is today with all his helpful words and friendly advice.

But now? Now Kurt is pissed! He wants to walk back into his bedroom where Blaine is sleeping and wake him up with a hard slap in the face!

God, he's so angry! How dare Blaine do this to him! How dare he cheat on him, then blame it on Kurt's absence! Blaine was the one who fucking told him to go to New York, Goddamnit!

Oh, he's so angry he could spit fire! He's angry that, even after all Blaine's done to him, he's still hopelessly in love with the beautiful, puppy-eyed boy sleeping on his bed.

And that one little thing, that one little cliché, pisses him off more than anything.

The fact that he gave this boy his heart to take care of, only to have it smashed to pieces, and still have it beat for that son of a bitch! It's maddening for God's sakes. It's irrational, wrong, insane, but, damnit, it's the truth!

Kurt still loves Blaine, simple as that. Kurt knows this! He knows that sometime in the future, whether distant or near he doesn't know, he and Blaine will be together again. They will get past this, and find their way to each other, even if it takes ten years because they're soul mates. They're soul mates with not only connecting souls, but connecting minds and hearts. Even tonight, before Blaine had confessed, Kurt could feel it. He could feel Blaine's pain and despair. He could feel the boy slipping away into a cloud of depression and regret. And now it kills him because Kurt can no longer help him through it because Blaine has screwed up everything!

And Kurt does want so badly to help him. And that just serves to piss Kurt off even more! To know how much pain this boy has caused him, but to still love him with every fiber of Kurt's being is the worst thing in the world.

Kurt just knows that Blaine has ruined Kurt for any other guy because any other guy isn't Blaine.

But, again, Kurt knows that they will get through this. One way or another, they will be together again.

Falling in love again, learning to love again, won't be easy, in fact, it'll probably be the hardest thing either of them has ever experienced, but it will most definitely be worth it.

With this in mind, Kurt walks quietly back into the room so he can sleep next to the boy who still holds the shattered, bleeding remains of Kurt's heart. Visions of a beautiful future together play in Kurt's mind as he falls asleep, and he just knows that everything will turn out ok.


This story came from me re watching The Breakup, and reading other fanfictions about it.

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