Just a short drabble I wrote

Prompt: Kurt's in New York and Blaine is still in Ohio… you'll see

This is not happening

To be honest it felt like getting stabbed in the chest. Gut wrenching and it made his insides churn. Blaine let out a slow breath trying to calm his pounding heart as the blood roared loudly in his ears drowning out all other sounds. This is not happening is all that ran through his head.

He could felt tears pricking at his eyes as the shock ebbed away and the realization settled inside him like a heavy stone. He struggled to swallow around the thick lump not logged in his throat. This is not happening.

A dull ache rested in his chest and he brought a hand up to his heart to make sure it hadn't in fact just been torn out. Then there was no stopping the tears that spilled over running swiftly down his cheeks as the ache in his chest began to throb painfully. This is not happening.

Falling down face first into his mattress he threw back the covers cocooning himself under the comforter. Maybe he could be safe here. But the tears kept streaming freely down his cheeks and the ach in chest seemed to intensify, making his head throb. This is not happening.

He felt completely and utterly lost. What had happened? What had he done? How could he take it all back? Through all the heart wrenching questions a single image penetrated through until all other thoughts were pushed aside. It was an angelic smiling face, the corners of his eyes crinkling and his bright white teeth showed. Soft lips, and thick brunette hair mussed but some how keeping some of its normal style. A twinkling laugh haunted his mind as he blinked back more tears. Kurt. This is not happening.

But there was not denying that this was happening. This was real. Not matter how heart aching. Gut wrenching. Tear jerking. It was very, very, painfully real. Kurt Hummel had broken up with him.