"Blaine!"
Everybody exclaimed as he walked into the choir room.
"How did you enjoy your visit to New York? How's Kurt, Rachel?"
Mr. Shue. Urged as Blaine sat his back pack down and found his chair. Blaine turned around.
"Oh, um… It was ok."
He replied glumly. Mr. Shue nodded.
"But how's Kurt?"
Tina asked excitedly.
"He is fine…He's loving his new job. He and Rachel's apartment is nice. They are great."
He said expressionless. He didn't feel up to telling them what really happened. What he had done; anything, even the news about Finn and Rachel. It was just so hard; so he played along like everything was just like it used to be.
"Awesome!"
Tina exclaimed.
"So did you take him out for a romantic night on the town?"
Sam asked moving his eyebrows up and down.
"Um, well-."
Blaine was cut off by the slamming of the choir room door into a wall as it was flung open. He turned around to see a distressed Kurt with tears running down his face.
"Kurt, are you ok?"
Mr. Shue asked. But he ignored him walking straight over to Blaine.
"How could you!"
He yelled,
"I thought, just maybe, that I could trust you."
Blaine felt awkward and small.
"I'm so sorry Kurt."
Blaine pleaded. Kurt shook his head.
"No."
He said as he took a step back from Blaine.
"I'm done. I HATE you Blaine Anderson. I HATE you!"
Blaine felt like someone had just stabbed a knife into his heart ten times repeatedly. Kurt then proceeded to slap Blaine as hard as he could, hopefully making it known how much this was really killing him, and ran away. Tears running down his face and broken hearted.