It had been a month since Kurt and Blaine had broken up.
Blaine had spent a week in his room, listening to Rachel Berry's version of "Jar of Hearts". He had convinced her to make an mp3 out of the performance and now that Kurt was gone, he couldn't stop listen to it.
"Who do you think you are, running 'round leaving scars, collecting you jar of hearts and tearing love apart?"
"Yeah! Who does he think he is! He's not…I'm…THANK YOU, KURT!" he said, throwing his glass on the floor, breaking it.
His mother knocked on the door "Blaine, sweetie, can I come in?"
Blaine brushed the tears off his face and let her in.
"What was that noise? – she noticed the broken pieces on the floor –Blaine, what…?Are you ok?"
"Yes."
"Honey, it's time for you to leave this room."
"I don't want to." He replied, childishly.
His mom sat on his bed and gestured him to do the same.
"Sweetie, what's going on? I've never seen you this upset, not even when your dad threw your stuffed canary in the trash."
She stroke his arm, but he sat still, silent.
"Blaine…I won't force you to tell me anything, of course, but if something's bothering you…Is everything ok at Dalton? They're not…they're not picking on you, are they?"
"No, mom, they're great. They're the best friends I could hope for."
She sighed, then she stood up and gave him a light kiss on the forehead.
"Ok, if you ever want to talk about it, I'll be here before you can say Warblers. I mean, it's a bit of mouthful, so…yeah."
Blaine laughed a little, grateful for his mom. "Thank you, mom" he muttered.
"I'm getting the broom, so I can clean this mess. I'll be right back."
His mother was turning the doorknob, when she heard "My boyfriend broke up with me."
Kurt was angry.
No, angry didn't cover half of it.
He was disappointed, desperate, how could Blaine have done this to him?
He kept looking through their photos together, sneering at this couple that looked so in love.
Suddenly, Finn bursted through his door.
"Kurt! I got it! I bought it and I didn't say the name wrong!"
"Ok, calm down, hand it over to me and go away." Said his brother, stretching his hand.
"Buddy, you don't have to be mad at everyone for that Blaine thing, you know? I bought you Vague, didn't I?" as he handed him the magazine, Kurt started to giggle.
"Really, Finn? Vague? The magazine for camouflaging bisexuals?"
Finn looked startled. "I…yeah!" he said, taking the magazine off Kurt's hands. "It's not for you…it's for, well, you know, who do we both know, I mean…I'll take it back, bye!"
Kurt turned his attention to the photo album again, only to see it slip away from in front of his eyes.
"I'm taking this with me, man! I'm sorry, but this breakup is giving you a hard time. So, no more Klaine stuff around here."
"Klaine?"
"Yeah, that's how we call you in Glee Club…I mean, Rach and I were Finchel, so you two are Klaine, buddy. Were, I'm sorry."