Blaine walks outside. It's cold. Freezing, really. He can see his breath.
The last thing he wants to do is to go to Kurt's. It's not like he wants to own his stupidity, but he knows he should. He knows he owes it to Kurt, and even more, he owes himself, to learn from this.
But it's so embarrassing. It's so not like him to lose control. To get drunk. And it's definitely not like him to try and insist on anything with Kurt. Especially after everything Kurt's been through. He feels so terrible about everything. Even hanging out with Santana hasn't helped his guilt. It hasn't made the scene he has to do in West Side Story any easier.
So, Blaine walks, and hopes for strength. He imagines speaking the words Kurt needs to hear - the words Blaine needs to say.
He imagines saying he is sorry. He imagines all that weight being lifted.
Blaine imagines being able to breathe again.
And it's nice.
He hopes, someday soon, he'll be able to actually feel it.
The End.