A/N: I just wanted to add that you may want to make sure you read each date in each chapter because it's not always in chronological order.
Same warnings apply from the last chapter.
Also, I promise this story will get happier!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE.

April 16th 3021

He is still yet to call the hospital. He doesn't know why he has been putting it off, knowing the more time he spends leaving the appointment on hold, the higher chance his problem will never be cured. He also hasn't really improved during his week off. He has barely touched his sketches, he has resorted to wrapping a wrist band around his wrist to cover the monitor and he spends the majority of each day slouched on the sofa, a reality show blaring from his TV. He had received a call from Mercedes a few days ago in which she straight away felt something off about Kurt's voice and she questioned him about it which he replied softly with 'I'm fine'. He has been saying that a lot recently.

I'm fine. No really, I'm fine.

But he's really not fine. He's far from fine. He's allowed himself to get into this stage where he doesn't see the point in waking up in the mornings. He's allowed himself to sleep in until 3pm which means he can't get back to sleep until at least 5 am which causes him to wake up later in the day at 3pm and then that's just the cycle. Go to sleep early in the morning, wake up late in the day.

But today he is back at work. Today, he has to show Isabelle that he has improved. That he is still suitable to work at Vogue. He even wears his best outfit.

He really fucks it up.

He has absolutely no idea how it happened. He is in another meeting, almost repeating himself from last time. No notes written, Isabelle asking him to input in the meeting, him apologising, her sending him away.

He quits.

He can't quite remember what got him into a rage, but suddenly he is yelling at Isabelle and she is just telling him that she understands his situation which can't be true considering she hasn't just lost 70 years of her life. Perhaps that's what gets him in a rage. The fact that no one understands and the fact that she is pitying him. He can't stand being pitied. Then he screams "I quit" and startles all the other workers. He makes a fool of himself. He repeats those two little words at least ten more times before he starts to clear his desk. He wants to cry, but he feels like he has no tears left. Isabelle tells him there's no going back, that once he has walked out of those doors it's all over.

He watches as he collects the past years of his life together, stuffing every sketch he's ever completed in his bag. He doesn't bother to think about what he's going to do next. He has just shattered one of his dreams. He's completely fucked up his life. He has absolutely no idea what he's going to do next.

He says a quick farewell to his colleagues, them all telling him how much they'll miss him. It's rushed and Kurt's doesn't once lift the corners of his lips to flash the people who he had been working with for a few years now a smile. Isabelle looks almost regretful as he walks out, but he knows he deserves it. He can deny it and say that he honestly is perfect for the job. Perhaps he was at one point. But at that moment, he had let himself down. He let everyone at work down and he can't stay when he is in a dreadful state. He deserves quitting for even raising his voice at Isabelle. She has only ever been nice to him. He mutters a 'thank you' to her as he leaves and only when he's out the door does he regret quitting.

Once he has walked out of the door, he doesn't turn around. He can't face what he's lost. He sees the coffee shop across the street, deciding straight away to go into it. He may as well spend the little money he has on coffee and delicious chocolate cookies. His bag feels too light on his shoulder considering it fills the past few years of his life inside and as he walks inside the coffee shop, he feels his heart drop. Everyone around him looks occupied in a task they are clearly completing for their occupations.

Then he sees Blaine.

Blaine, sitting at the table he sat at the time Kurt met him. He looks as beautiful as always, his hair seeming to be less gelled than usual. Kurt notices he has two coffee cups in front of him but doesn't question the reason behind it. Blaine barely notices him when he sits down opposite him.

"Hey." Kurt speaks softly, an apologetic tone clear in his voice. Blaine glances up, almost shocked to see him. Kurt can't quite read the expression on Blaine's face. He doesn't look furious which Kurt takes as a good sign, but he looks slightly uneasy, like he expects Kurt to run away from him at any moment.

"Hey." Blaine responds, giving Kurt a small smile. "I uhm." He hesitates and Kurt burrows his eyebrows in confusion. "I bought a Non Fat Mocha every day for you encase you came back." Kurt raises his eyebrows in surprise and can't help but smile. That explains the reason behind Blaine having two coffee cups. Blaine takes the coffee cup in his hand and slides it to Kurt across the table.

"You bought a coffee every day for me?" Kurt asks and Blaine just nods. All he can say is thank you before his cheeks are flushing slightly. "Look, I'm really so-" Kurt begins but Blaine is quick to cut him off.

"You don't have to explain yourself, Kurt." He murmurs, staring down at the coffee cup between his hands. "We've only met once. I understand." Kurt feels awful for leaving Blaine so suddenly, making Blaine think that he had done something wrong when he hadn't. He had done everything right. Kurt was just a mess. He still is. He had just quit his dream job for god sake.

"I want to explain myself." Kurt responds without his brain's permission and suddenly it kind of feels okay to admit to Blaine his situation. He almost feels like he trusts him. He has absolutely no idea why. This boy in front of him. A boy he has only met once is a boy who Kurt wants to reveal this tiny dark secret in his life to. He doesn't say anything, instead he rolls up his sleeve and unwraps the wrist band from his wrist so Blaine can clearly see his monitor. He hears a gasp, similar to Isabelle's when she found out. Then he feels light fingers brushing against his wrist, like Blaine is trying to check to see if it's real.

"What happened?" Is all Blaine can ask and Kurt just shrugs.

"I have absolutely no idea." He can feel tears prick in his eyes but will not allow himself to cry in front of Blaine.

"Have you not seen a doctor about this?" Blaine asks, shocked. Kurt shakes his head.

"I keep putting it off." He admits, because it's true. He had just kept ignoring the little post-it note that he had written the hospital's number on, pretending that he hadn't seen it. Blaine begins to stand up and for a moment and Kurt begins to believe he is about to walk away from him, but then he offers Kurt his hand.

"Let's take you to the hospital." Kurt is silent for second, debating whether or not to take his hand. He studies Blaine's expression for a second, patient and caring. He slips his hand into Blaine's.

"Okay." He responds before he is standing up and walking with Blaine out of the coffee shop, their hands still clasped together.

The doctor's find absolutely nothing significantly wrong about him. They suggest, although the possibility is practically impossible, that for the first time ever, the monitor could be mistaken. This doesn't reassure Kurt though and when he is sobbing into Blaine's shoulder, Blaine feels his heart hurt. Like it actually almost destroys him to see this beautiful boy so broken. He wraps his arms around Kurt, whispering anything he can think of that would be considered comforting.

The doctors suggest he sticks to a diet they give him and will have another appointment to see if there are any changes in the results in 6 months.

Even the doctors seem shocked with the results.

December 26th 3020

He's alone.

It's a day after Christmas and Liam has walked out.

He is almost fully certain that he is not going to come back. His clothes are gone, his products look like they have been desperately taken away, knocking some of Blaine products during the process. He doesn't leave a note, doesn't leave Blaine an explanation. Just leaves.

Blaine doesn't know what to do, he just searches around the apartment to see if Liam has left him an indication as to why he's walked out. Blaine thought their relationship was moving forwards. They lived together for god sake. Did Blaine mean that little to Liam that he was left without any explanation or reason?
Maybe there was another guy involved. Maybe a simple affair had progressed and Liam simply found a better guy to love. That makes Blaine's heart sink because he truly loves Liam and the fact that the love was hardly returned makes Blaine want to cry.

So he does.

He cries for a while, sobbing into his pillow. Then he realises that it isn't his pillow, it's Liam's. It still has his scent which just makes Blaine cry even more. He tries to call him after a while but it goes straight to voicemail. Liam clearly assumed Blaine would call so kept his phone off to avoid the nuisance.

He feels stupid. He feels not good enough. He feels oblivious for not seeing this coming.

He eventually climbs out of bed and returns to the living room, sees the Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room. Blaine wasn't great at decorating trees which meant he did seem to do an awful job considering he spent the majority of his High School life focusing on fashion and making things look good. However, Liam had insisted the tree looked wonderful, that he loved it. Blaine ran his hand over the tinsel, taking a deep shaky breath. He noticed one of the present tags lay on the floor which he proceeded to pick up.

To Blaine,

Merry Christmas! Have a great day.

From Liam.

That really should have been an indication that a break up was heading down their road considering Blaine had written Liam a long note, filled with jokes and romantic quotes and a paragraph explaining his love for boy.

God, he feels so stupid. He feels like all the trust he had in Liam was just pointless.