Authors note: I have been in a lot of doubt as to whether or not I should post this story here, being unsure that people would like it and because I have worked on it in the privacy of my home, and it's scary to put it out there. But in the wake of the tragic and extremely sad death of Cory Monteith, I realized that sometimes you have to take a leap, even if you fall on your face, before it's too late. So here it is.

I have worked really hard on this story and spent a lot of time on it and I am happy with it. Not to say that it's finished though, but I hope you like it!

I want to say a special thank you to my sister who introduced me to the world of fan fiction! I owe you one!

But even though it's a Klaine story I would like to dedicate it and all of my thoughts and prayers to Cory, and to Lea, the whole glee cast and crew and to his family and all of us gleeks that now have to stick together during this awfully painful time.

R.I.P Cory. We miss you and always will.

Like you we will never stop believing.

They had both been crying silently all night. Their eyes were tired and their throats dry. The apartment was quiet, but you could feel the tension in every room. No one had slept that night. Kurt was sitting in the living room and he had been there for hours. Blaine had heard and felt him leave the bed, but pretended not to, because he didn't know what he would possibly say or do. He couldn't say what he wanted to more than anything; that Kurt should stay, hold his arms around Blaine and forget the night before, forget what Blaine had said and forget the pain and hurt. So he stayed silent until he was sure Kurt was out of the room. Then he turned around, took Kurt's pillow, hugged it and sobbed.

Kurt was disappointed for the second time that morning when he saw Rachel come into the living room, and not Blaine. He had already watched Finn sneak out of the apartment, without saying goodbye to Rachel. "Hey," she said, looking at Kurt who had blank eyes. "Hey," he answered, looking at her, then at the cup of tea he had been trying to drink for an hour which had turned cold. "Are you okay?" she asked with a low voice looking at the door to Kurt's room for Blaine. Kurt shrugged and slightly shook his head, while the tears were silently falling on his cheeks. Rachel stepped closer. "I'm sorry." She said rubbing his arm.

"How about you?" he asked with a low voice. "I don't know. I think he left." She said with sadness in her voice. "Yeah, he did." Kurt said. "You talked to him?" "Yeah, briefly. He will talk to you about it. Give him time." "I have given him time. Four months. He doesn't have the right to any more time. God, I am so mad at him. How can he dump me on a train, ignore me for four months, come back and leave me again, because I moved on like he told me to?" she was angry, hurt and disappointed, and you could hear it in her voice. "He could at least have said goodbye.." She felt betrayed, and a little like a fool. Kurt didn't say anything, mostly because he couldn't wrap his head around giving her advice right now, but also he didn't have an answer to her questions. She realized that she was being a little self-centered and said: "I'm sorry. Your pain is ten times worse. Come here." She took her arms around him, stroking his hair, and Kurt let a few more tears escape his eyes.

Blaine had managed to drift in and out of sleep, with Kurt's pillow wrapped in his arms and the smell of Kurt soothing him. He had images flashing for his eyes, and he couldn't make out if it were memories or a dream, all he knew was that it involved him and Kurt. He woke up to the sound of voices from the living room. He couldn't hear what was being said; only that it was Rachel's voice. He found himself remembering the horrible reality that he was no longer with Kurt, and that he probably never would be again. That he had ruined everything by kissing Eli, that he had hurt the only person in this world he really, truly loved with all of his heart. These facts hit him in his stomach and the pain was unbearable to him. One night of one meaningless kiss had changed his life forever. Because that was what it was; meaningless. It had meant nothing to him, he had kissed him and felt nothing, and he realized what a huge mistake he was making. Because that is not how it's supposed to feel at all, but nothing will ever be the same after last night, and he knew that. He felt more tears, so he let them come. Eventually he wiped his eyes, smoothed his hair, put on some clothes and took a deep breath before opening the door to the living room, where Kurt was sitting, looking at him with a heartbroken expression which Blaine had seen before, but always hoped he would never be the cause of. But this time he was.

(I do not own glee or it's characters!)