Rachel didn't tell him anything more, regardless of his questioning. It took her awhile, but she eventually fell asleep, and Blaine was left to his own thoughts. He had no idea what had happened, and could only assume that Kurt had manage to have his hand in this. Though if Rachel wasn't lying, and nothing really had happened between her and Puck, he wasn't sure why Finn wouldn't believe Rachel.
She snuggled in closer to him, her hands still gripping the front of his shirt, frowning even in her sleep. He didn't know what to do, couldn't figure out how they had gotten to this point. Rachel, who was so sure of everything and strong, reduced to tears over a boy who had made his fair share of mistakes towards her. Blaine, who tried so hard to be the picture of perfection to his parents, intelligent and involved in extracurriculars, kicked out of his family just for his sexuality.
They made quite a pair he figured. To everyone else, they were the confident and strong. But at the end of the day, he was coming to the realization, maybe they really only had each other.
It didn't take too long for him to sleep, he was always more comforted when Rachel was around. He rested a hand on her waist, fighting a small smile when her leg wrapped around his own to move even closer to him.
When he woke up the next morning, she was already gone.
"Told you," Kurt stated as he walked over to Blaine's locker before lunch that afternoon.
"Told me what?" Blaine replied warily.
"That Rachel was cheating," Kurt answered simply, shrugging as he glanced over at where Finn was standing by his locker.
"She wasn't cheating Kurt," Blaine snapped, getting frustrated with his boyfriend once more. "And if this was because of you, if you ruined your best friendsrelationship because of an error she made over a year ago, you haven't grown as much as you say you have."
"So you're taking her side then," Kurt demanded.
Blaine didn't even hesitate as he slammed his locker shut. "Yes," he said firmly, walking away without waiting for Kurt to follow.
"Why aren't you with Kurt?" Rachel asked when Blaine slid into the empty seat next to her a few minutes later.
"Fight," Blaine replied.
"Again?" She asked, her tone concerned. He realized that maybe she was more worried about his own relationship than he was, and guilt starting to gather in his stomach, threatening to tear him apart even more.
"More like, a continuation," he finally responded after a moment.
"You two have got to stop this fighting," she said, her voice soft as she rested a hand on top of his. He felt as if there was an electricity running through them he hadn't noticed before, though if she also sensed it she didn't let on. "You have so much going on without drama between the two of you as well."
Blaine nodded, knowing she was right. "It's just...complicated," he finally said, stealing one of her carrots. "Every time I think we move on from this subject, something new happens and Kurt, well he's insecure all over again. And I'm tired of fighting and reassuring and fighting all over again."
Rachel bit her lip, and he fought the impulse to reach out and stop her. "Do you want me to talk to him?" she offered, and he shook his head quickly.
"No, this is my problem, not yours. Besides, aren't you upset with him? He's the one who told Finn you spent the afternoon with Puck."
"No," she shrugged. "Finn and I had a lot more problems than just my afternoon with Noah. And besides, if Finn can't trust me to spend time with people without thinking I'm cheating, the relationship was far worse off than anything Kurt could have set off."
"Sounds mature," Blaine chuckled, smiling a bit as she rolled her eyes.
"There's only so long you can go around in the same circle before common sense runs you over."
Blaine was determined to spend the rest of the day focusing on school and getting out without any more drama. He didn't see Kurt for the rest of the day, though he also didn't run into Rachel. He realized he shouldn't be as upset about the latter as he was, and for that reason alone he avoided going back to the house right after school.
Instead he drove back to his old neighborhood, pulling into the driveway of his house when he was sure neither of his parents were home. He didn't expect them to be, it was the middle of the afternoon, but he also hadn't been back to his house in over a week and a half.
He felt like he had been stabbed in the stomach when he realized it had only been a week and a half since his father kicked him out, since he had taken solace in the Berry's household. He closed his eyes and remembered to breathe as he got out of the car, walking towards the gate that led to the backyard. There was a stone back there that hid a key to the back door, and when Blaine let himself in the house he nearly collapsed on the kitchen floor.
It wasn't that it was different, it was more that it wasn't. There was still a picture of him from when his mom came to show and tell in kindergarten and he sang in front of people not related to him for the first time, a picture of him, Jeff, Nick and Wes from Dalton, a picture of the three of them at Christmas a few years ago. He looked around before taking all three pictures, sliding them into the pocket of his coat before heading up the stairs, ignoring the living room completely so that the events that had last happened in there wouldn't eat him alive.
He walked past his parents closed bedroom door, his fingers scraping along it as he headed towards his room-his old room now, he figured. He had left in such a haste that things were thrown about, clearly his mom hadn't come in and picked up after him yet. He leaned over to pick up a book that had been thrown in his haste to get important things, putting it down on the desk by his door. His throat felt tight, his eyes prickling as he tried not to cry. This wasn't his room anymore, not really. The bed wasn't his to sleep in anymore, the desk wasn't his to study at. Looking around it made him feel empty, broken, like he couldn't breathe.
He sat down on the floor, unable to go any further, holding himself as he let out the sobs that couldn't be contained any longer.
When he left an hour later, the backseat of his car was packed with things he decided he couldn't leave behind. Books, clothes, photos, pillows and blankets he had had forever were all shoved in as he hid the key once more, leaning against his car as he looked up at the place he used to be able to call home.
He didn't want to say goodbye, but when he glanced at his phone and realized the time, he knew he had to leave.
The last thing he wanted was to face another screaming match with his parents and have them tell him once more what a disappointment he was, how they didn't want him.
Rachel wasn't at the house when he got back, so he felt free to drop all of his stuff off in what he was supposed to be considering his room in peace without her concern or judgment. He felt horrible and really just wanted to curl up in his favorite blanket and sleep until he had to awake the next morning for school, but when the doorbell rang he assumed he wasn't going to get his wish.
He walked down the stairs slowly, muttering an 'I'm coming' when the doorbell rang again impatiently. He wasn't as surprised as he should have been to find Kurt standing there, arms folded across his chest and a stormy look on his face.
"Yes?" Blaine said, crossing his own arms, mirroring Kurt's facial expression. He didn't expect to find solace in Kurt's arms anymore, had given up on having Kurt understand what it might be like to have a family that isn't accepting and caring.
That didn't make what Kurt said next any easier.
"We're breaking up." he said simply, and Blaine blinked, sure he heard him wrong. "Neither of us want this anymore, we're both turning into people we hate. I'm tired of having to make you choose, and I'm just-I'm done Blaine. We're done." he finished, closing his mouth and hesitating a moment before he walked away, leaving Blaine to stand in the doorway feeling as if he had just been punched in the stomach, with no way to breathe.