"I need you to stop calling me, I need you to stop texting. I know you're sorry, I know you messed up. Stop reminding me! Stop trying to make me forgive you, I just can't Blaine, I-I can't. Please, I beg of you, please stop. The only thing you're doing is keep on reminding me of what you did. What you might've done with him a-and it's killing me, Blaine! Please stop, make it stop. I need to be alone, okay, I need you to leave me alone, you owe me this! Please Blaine, just stop..."

The dial tone sounded way too loud in Blaine's ear and he couldn't breathe. Blaine kept seeing Kurt breaking down in his mind, at Kurt's junior prom, when Kurt was falsely accused of cheating at voting, Kurt breaking down because of his rejection letter for NYADA, when Blaine had just met Kurt an hour before and Kurt telling him about Karofsky. Those times were bad, but this? The last piece of hope Blaine had left in his heart got pulverized. Blaine did this, it was Blaine's fault that Kurt was struggling to find the words, it was Blaine who made Kurt struggle to breathe. The shudders, the pain, god the pain, it was all Blaine's fault.

No, Blaine will never forgive himself for doing this to Kurt. Never.

The pain he caused could not be healed by saying he was sorry for the umpteenth time, the pain could not be healed by stupid box sets of TV shows that they used to watch all the time and the new shows they were going to watch when they were going to see each other again. Blaine had ruined everything.

Blaine tried, he tried so hard to make Kurt listen to him, if Kurt would only listen to his explanation then maybe he could fix it. But maybe it was time for Blaine to listen to Kurt now, Blaine would leave Kurt alone. Blaine would stop trying to call or text Kurt, he would stop trying to surprise Kurt with gifts.

Blaine slowly put his phone down on the kitchen table, the dial tone still an echo in his head. The sweet scent surrounding him did nothing to the sting he felt of his salty tears running down his face and dropping onto the flat wooden surface of the table. The once so bright and warm room felt so cold to Blaine, he looked to his left and felt the apron covered with red and pink hearts, a Valentine's Day gift from Kurt, shift with his movement.

Thinking of Valentine's Day made Blaine gasp out in pain and reach for his heart, Kurt had looked so happy and proud of his little gift, a nod to Blaine's promise two months before. A promise Blaine was trying to keep today.

Kurt didn't want him to send anything anymore, so Blaine wouldn't. He stumbled over to the humming oven and shut it off and with a heart wrenching cry he slid to his knees, he knocked his elbow against one of the cream coloured kitchen cabinet, but it went unnoticed. Blaine put his hands over his eyes and stopped fighting his anguish.

When his mother came home from work and found him laying down on the kitchen floor staring blankly into space, she told him it was time to talk to someone. He felt so numb and only vaguely felt himself nodding in agreement. His mother helped Blaine up from the floor and walked with him to his bedroom.

He talked, she finally listened.

It was hours later that his mother threw the half cooked sugar cookies away shaking her head, "Such a waste." Blaine couldn't even remember trying to bake them when he woke up the next day.