Author's Note: This isn't a happy, fluffy story, so if that is what you want, you'll have to look somewhere else. You have been warned.
Also English isn't my first language, so it isn't perfect. But it is as close as I could possibly write it.
There is pieces of broken glass everywhere. Kurt is sitting down on his knees, trying to pick up all he can find, and turning the picture that was on the floor, to see what had been in the frame that had fallen from his now nearly empty closet.
Courage.
The picture of Blaine, the one that had been in his locker almost two years ago. The letters that he had cut out from various magazines, to remind him to be brave. The day he transferred to Dalton, he had framed them and hanged them on his wall. The frame now contained more memories. A few lines from Candles. Three rhinestones that never ended up on Pavoratti's casket. Their junior prom photo. And a dried daisy, from that day…
"Kurt, I can't do this."
"Can't do what, Blaine?" Kurt took Blaine's hand as they laid down on the grass, letting the sun warm them.
"I am so sorry, but I just can't hold you back like this."
"What do you mean?"
"When I move. I can't stand the thought of you having to be on your own."
"I won't be on my own, Blaine. I'll have you, even though your parents force you to move to California."
"You deserve so much better, Kurt!" Now Blaine's voice broke, and Kurt could see tears appearing in his eyes. "You deserve someone who can be here for you anytime you need them. Who can make you laugh when there's nothing to laugh about. Who can sing for you and to you and with you."
"You do all of those things!" Kurt's voice sounded squeaky, and he gripped Blaine's hand harder.
"I won't be able to do that from California. And I don't want to make you feel like you have to wait for me, you deserve so much better."
Blaine was crying. Kurt was crying too. As Blaine stood up, he picked a daisy and put on Kurt's chest.
"I am so sorry, Kurt. But I wouldn't be able to live with myself otherwise."
And suddenly the tears are streaming again. His heart is broken and scattered in pieces on the floor just as the glass. He is shaking, he is breaking, and he is lying in a heap and just crying his heart out. He hasn't heard from Blaine in more than a year, having no idea if he even applied for the colleges he dreamed of, or if he got in, or if he is even alive. This realization makes him reach for his phone. As so many times before, he dials the number, just wanting to hear Blaine's voice. And this time, he actually makes the call.
One, two… and an answer.
"Blaine Anderson."
Two sobs. That was all he could manage before he broke the call, falling apart again. He had no idea that in another part of the country, another boy just did the same.
AN: Reviews are highly appreciated.