Never Say Goodbye

by TheRebelFlesh

After the breakup, Blaine is alone. The New Directions shun him and attack him every chance he gets, and Kurt won't answer his calls. Without the support of his friends, will he fall back on dangerous old habits or will someone save him from himself before it is to late? Will contain trigger later on (rated T for safety, nothing too graphic though) R & R please, first fanfic!

1. Chapter 1

Blaine woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm, and fumbled with clumsy fingers to hit the snooze button. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, the memories of the previous few days hit him like a ton of bricks. Tears prickled in his eyes as he remembered the wounded expression on Kurt's face when he told him...God, he couldn't believe himself. Why had he been so weak? Why couldn't he hold it together? Why was he so needy? Why had he been so lonely? Plenty of people were in long distance relationships and they made it work, why couldn't he have? He was pathetic, a cheating, scummy loser. His dad was right, he always had been. Not a good time to think about his dad, Blaine thought to himself, gently massaging the flowering bruise across his cheekbone (a gift from his father after coming home from New York with eyes red from crying). Mentally shaking himself, Blaine slowly got up out of bed. In the bathroom, he downed a few painkillers in an attempt to alleviate the headache pounding at his temples, tried to tame the unruly mass of curly hair (entirely to tired to bother with gel) and to cover up the already vivid bruises with some old coverup. Throwing on some old baggy sweatshirt and worn-in jeans (So unlike you, he chided to himself), he grabbed his bag and made his way out to the car, wondering what his "friends" would think of him today. Surely they had found out about the breakup, probably from Rachel and Santana. They would, of course, be beyond pissed-off, Blaine thought ruefully. But Kurt had been their friend first, he was obviously more important to them, and Blaine wasn't even sure if he could really consider them his friends. They still called him "Blaine Warbler" for God's sake, he wasn't even sure they knew his real last name. Well so be it, if they hate him, they hate him and there isn't really anything he could do about it. He was used to being alone, he'd been alone for a really long time, before Kurt, before the Warblers even. He'd manage, hopefully. He really needed to get going, he didn't have a very long time to get to school, and if he hit too much traffic during his god-awful commute to school, he'd surely be late.

As he pulled into the McKinley parking lot, Blaine tried to mentally prepare himself for the violent onslaught he was going to receive when he walked through the door.