Author's Note : Hello my lovely readers! This chapter is revised and I hope you like the revised version of it for the readers who have followed me through months (I don't even know how many now) of me not updating...well, I have no excuse for that...except that I am obnoxiously lazy :P, and as for the readers that did not have to endure the loooong wait for me to update this fic, please just bathe in the awesomeness of Glee and I can assure the Klainers here that Klaine will be gracing its much esteemed presence in later chapters, so just bear with me for now with the mess that is their break up which I think should not have happened at all because...just because. And before my ranting of how unfair the breakup is becomes even longer than then chapter itself, I will stop here. I will be back though. Enjoy~

Chapter 1

He leaned against the headboard, his eyes swimming with tears once again as he thought back to the incident that just happened. He walked into a bar and as soon as he stepped in, he saw his current 'boyfriend' Adam lip locking with another guy in the bar. It wasn't just a simple and fleeting kiss though, it was a dead on, passionate kiss. Tongue involved.

God.

He had turned and stumbled out, bumping into people along the way and nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste. Sure, he was drunk, but Kurt cannot handle being cheated on again, especially with what happened with…him. Kurt vowed never say his name ever again, just to prevent the heartbreak from consuming him once more, but that didn't stop the name nor that handso–…recapitulate, mediocre face from popping up in his mind every day, (Yeah, mediocre all right…not.) nagging at his conscious during waking hours and haunting his dreams at night.

Kurt didn't know how to cope with the messy heap of confusion and hurt that was his ex and his…other ex right now. One that cheated on him back in Lima, Ohio with a guy named Eli who he hadn't even met in person before and the other sucking the damn liquor off another nameless man's tongue who, again, had never even meet each other until a little over 20 minutes ago. Or had he? Kurt pushed the offending thought away and concentrated on the problems he currently had, and probably will never solve, a little irritating voice sounded in the back of his mind. Kurt groaned and pulled the duvet over himself covering everything except for his head and curled into a ball, making himself as small as possible and wished all the problems away. His hand brushed his phone in the process and he let out a startled yelp as his hand came in contact with the cool, smooth surface.

His phone vibrated as if on cue and he took his phone out and swiped at the screen to look at the message, which was, sickeningly, from one of the two hypocrites who even caused the disheveled state his is currently in 'Hey, I'm in a bar, join? -A'. Kurt stopped the flow of tears threatening to swallow him alive. He was really surprised that he even had the audacity to text him after he kissed another. Kurt ignored the annoying text and went back to cuddling his pillow. Why did this have to happen to him? He rocked back and forth gently as seemingly endless tears flowed down his cheek.

Beep… beep

His phone buzzed and he wiped at the screen again. There were 2 new texts, one of them from Adam, asking if he would go again and the second one was from – Kurt's breathing hitched as he noticed who the sender was – Blaine.

If Kurt recalled correctly – and he rarely didn't – there were a grand total of 548 messages that he ignored over the past 3 months, all of which from Blaine. As much as Kurt found the fact that Blaine is still unrelenting and trying to contact him endearing, his heart broke more and more at each text that he, the once mighty Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, was reduced to a mere second choice by the people he loved. Kurt didn't give a damn about what the people who called him names and jeered at him in the school hallways back in McKinley thought about him, just because they didn't matter to him at all. But his two ex-boyfriends weren't one of those passing shadows on the streets pass his window; they were people he actually cared for…well, probably not entirely true for one of them because Kurt didn't love him that deeply anyway…but because Kurt was a nice person, he didn't want anyone hurt. Blaine had stopped texting him at approximately 2 weeks ago and Kurt had been worried that Blaine had been hurt in an accident or something, because Blaine wasn't one of those people who just gave up without an explanation. And now, there was a new message, which Kurt hoped with the small shred of hope he had left that this wasn't the explanation nor Blaine's last goodbye. Kurt swallowed and forced his shaking fingers to open the message.

'Kurt, this will the last time I will text you. I'm tired, Kurt, and as much as I want and am willing to keep on waiting, it seems like you don't want me anymore. I am truly sorry if my messages bothered you over the past 3 months.

I will always love you.

Blaine. X'

Kurt didn't know why he opened that particular message after 3 months of negating the boy. He just had the strange compulsion to. Kurt was shocked to the point of tears when he saw this and skimmed through the rest of the messages Blaine sent him before as quickly as he could. These messages were all pleas for Kurt to try and get him to answer his texts and calls. He even tried to go to New York to find Kurt but he was just barely stopped by Mercedes' threat, which consisted of skinning him alive if he messed with her boo again. Kurt was overwhelmed by the amount of apologies and pleading to try to get Kurt to merely respond him, but he was shocked that Blaine had been feeling the way he did over the past three months, feeling like he was alone in the whole wide world, and like a useless and unloved toy that people could just boss around and throw away whenever they desired. Sure, he had Adam, but Adam did not ease the aching pain in his heart. Adam didn't even try to comfort him at times and just…pushed Kurt away from his arms. Kurt had to remind himself that Adam also had his own life to live and his life couldn't revolve around him like Kurt was the center of his world. Unlike Blaine, his memories reminded him. This tugged on his heartstrings and a resounding thought raced through his mind.

Maybe I shouldn't have let him go.

Kurt paced about for a while, Adam forgotten, and thinking only about Blaine. How was he doing now? Did he miss Kurt as much as Kurt did him? Kurt suddenly felt like a jerk for doing this to Blaine. He had only assumed that Blaine was cheating and he ran away without confronting Blaine like a coward. He had moved on, or he thought he did by dating Adam in a last ditch effort to quench the feelings he still had for Blaine. Kurt's heart clenched as he remembered that he didn't even go to talk to Blaine before dating Adam and completely ignored Blaine. Tears – of shame this time – rolled down his cheeks for the umpteenth time and picked up his phone again, which had fallen onto the comforter in his whirl of emotions, trying to summon the courage to call Blaine – he decided that it was too late for texts, he owed that to Blaine at the very least.

Kurt stared at his phone as his fingers danced over the keyboard automatically. He still remembered Blaine's number even after him trying to forget it numerous times of multiple different occasions. His fingers hovered over the call button, but he didn't press it. Kurt worried his bottom lip and debated on whether or not to call Blaine. Sure, it will be awkward, but was that strong enough to stop him? Kurt sucked his lip in and pressed the call button on his phone – hard – before releasing his finger. A small surge of pride surfaced as he pressed his phone to his ear lightly, but it vanished as quickly as it arrived when he heard the song teenage dream as he waited for Blaine to pick up. Kurt remembered exactly where and when it was recorded – in the choir room of Dalton on the first day he met Blaine. He tried to banish the memories of Blaine and himself running through the hallways of Dalton when they first met. He cringed a little at the memory because he believed that Blaine would never want to see him again after what he did, despite what the sweet goodbye text read. The song blared on and Kurt couldn't help but marvel at Blaine's voice. It was beyond perfect. It had been a while since he heard this song because it was – and still is – banished from his playlist, along with all the others Blaine sang.

A voice snapped him out of his little bubble and it shocked him so much that his phone almost slipped from his grasp.

"Hello?" Blaine's rough yet smooth voice penetrated through the phone and Kurt had to stop a whimper from forming. He swallowed audibly and tried to stifle the sob that was forming an uncomfortable lump in his throat.

"…Blaine?" Kurt cringed as his voice came out as a weak and high pitched squeak, sounding plaintive compared to Blaine's velvety one. He assumed that Blaine was sleeping because it usually took less than 5 seconds for Blaine to answer, and his voice sounded tired, deflated and sleep deprived. Kurt wondered vaguely if Blaine was crying too, but then brushed off the thought. No, Blaine wouldn't cry for his absence, he didn't cry over anything, except when there was something really major happening, and Kurt refused to believe that he fell under Blaine's 'major' category even when they were together.

"…Kurt? Kurt!" Blaine's frantic voice rang through the phone and Kurt barely even heard the tiredness anymore. It was replaced by static and – was that an edge of happiness? Kurt didn't dare hope, but his heart swelled nonetheless. He smiled a small smile despite the situation.

"Kurt? Is that you? Are you still there? Please, don't hang up…" Kurt heard Blaine rambling on and spoke up "Blaine. I'm…" he choked on a sob and tears started to fall silently down his face. "I'm here." He finished and…silence. Kurt decided that if Blaine didn't speak up soon, he will hang up. Minutes tickled by, and Kurt heard Blaine's breathing slowed down – why was he breathing hard anyways? – And in the meantime Kurt was getting more nervous by the second. If Blaine didn't want to talk to him, then so be it. "Blaine. I'm sorry I truly am, but I get that you don't want to talk to me so I'll hang up now. Just…just know that I'm sorry." And I miss you and I still want to be together with you despite everything that had gone wrong between us and I still love you, Blaine, I love you, was what Kurt didn't say into the receiver. Instead he wrenched his phone from his ear and hung up.

A rush of air escaped Kurt as sobs racked his body. He tried to stop but he was crying too hard to stop. He stumbled into the bathroom, dropping his phone on the bed in the process and sank down on the tiled floor, resting his head on the cool marble of his basin. After a few minutes of sitting, Kurt slowly pushed himself up and turned on the faucet, splashing himself with cold water before turning it off and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like crap. His usually perfectly coiffed hair was falling down onto his forehead, which was burning hot. His face was red and splotchy from crying and his eyes were also slightly red and puffy. And his clothes, good lord, he was just wearing a plain white detailed shirt and grey drawstring pants which was just horribly simple, and to make it worse, it was the same type of clothes that Blaine normally wore to bed. Kurt huffed in annoyance, exited the bathroom and padded back to his room. Sitting back down on his bed, he leaned back until his back was touching the sheets. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling and swinging his legs against the smooth carpet covering the floor. Kurt started to feel his eyelids growing heavier by the second and he dragged his legs up onto the bed just before he started drifting off into a dream full of Blaine.