i don't know how long this fic will be. Maybe two or three chapters, depending on how it works. (btw I already have it written, I just have to edit it. I would have it up tonight but I'm dumb and don't want to do it right now lol)

And just so you know, this is a bit of a prologue. The next chapter will be the actual day's events and stuff. I don't know why I wrote it this way. It's kind of weird. But I like it so... I hope you do too :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters.

Kurt lays in his bed, completely exhausted and entirely empty. His clock reads four fifteen and he doesn't even know if it's am or pm; he guesses it's am since the sun hasn't risen yet. His bed is scattered with used tissues, and his cheeks are wet with tears. He hears a knock at the door but he doesn't get up to answer it. He doesn't do anything. He just lays there and stares at the ceiling.

Burt opens the door slowly and stares over at his son. The last time Burt saw his son cry this much was when his wife passed and their little family was left without a mother. He looks at his poor little boy and the sight completely breaks his heart. He walks to Kurt's side, and sits on the bed next to him. He runs his hand gently through Kurt's hair and whispers the same words over and over.

"The pain will go away eventually, Kurt. Trust me."

Kurt doesn't hear any of it. He is barely aware that his dad is next to him. His thoughts are stuck of the events that happened that day. It's only been a few hours but Kurt feels like he's aged about fifty years.

On any other occasion Kurt would have loved to have his dad comfort him. But right now, he just wants to be left alone. He pushes his father's hand away from his head gently and sits up to face him. Kurt clears his throat to ask his father to leave but his throat is dry from crying and he finds it difficult to speak.

"Alone... Please." Kurt murmurs quietly.

Burt understands at once what his son wants and places one last soft pat on Kurt's shoulder. He stands and makes his way for the door, turning to face his son just before he exits.

"When you need someone to talk to, or just someone to hold you, you know where to find me." Burt stares deep into his sons eyes.

Kurt nods.

Burt gives a small, sad smile in return and leaves.

Once Kurt is sure he is alone, he takes a deep breath and lets a fresh wave of tears wash over him, sobbing quietly into his pillow.

Kurt walks down the hall to the bathroom. He notices Finn staring at him when he passes the open door of his brother's bedroom, but they don't acknowledge each other. Finn was told to leave Kurt alone, so that's what he's going to do. No matter how much Finn wants to help, he will respect his brother's wishes.

Kurt closes the bathroom door behind him quietly, turning to face himself in the mirror. His reflection startles him. It's so... pitiful. His skin is completely drained of all colour, making his bloodshot, tear filled eyes stand out more than ever. His cheeks are stained with tears and his hair is a complete wreck.

Kurt just stares in shock.

Is this really him? It can't be. That looks nothing like Kurt. How is it possible for his reflection to look like a total stranger? Kurt doesn't feel like himself. He feels like part of him is missing. Like part of him has died. Well... part of him has died today. In a way.

Kurt shakes his head, clearing his mind.

He doesn't want to think about that right now.

Kurt turns the tap for cold water and lets it flow through his hands. He takes one more look at himself before closing his eyes and swiftly splashing water all over his face.

The icy cold chills his burning skin. It feels... nice. He lets the water drip slowly off his face and into the sink.

Kurt's mind automatically starts replaying the day's event. He feels anger and sadness build up in his stomach, but he ignores it. He tries to ignore everything. But when that doesn't work, he decides to convince himself that this whole day has just been some sort of horrible nightmare. He tries to believe the accident never happened. He tries to believe he will wake up at any moment and Blaine will be knocking at the front door to take him to the movies. He tries to convince himself that when he opens his eyes he'll be lying in his bed, his phone will have a hundred messages from Blaine telling him to wake up, and everything will be normal. He hopes and prays and wishes that this is all just a nightmare.

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and opens his eyes.

All of Kurt's emotions and memories hit him with full force. This is life now. That small sliver of hope that this was all a nightmare is gone. It really happened.

Blaine is gone.

Forever.

I will update this asap. But I really don't want to gaurentee anything. I hope you enjoyed reading it. :)

TO ANYONE WHO IS READING MY LOVE TRIANGLE FIC:

I'm sorry for not updating. I probably wont update it for... I don't even know. Every time I try and write the next chapter I feel stressed and ajdghakjlsdfha and I can't physically bring myself to write. I may uodate it some day in the future. I may just delete it completely. I don't know. Maybe I'll delete it and try it again. Iunno. We'll see. Either way, I am terribly sorry.