A/N: I'm really, reeeaally sorry for the delay. I had an awful writer-block. It was horrible. I wanted this chapter to be longer and cooler and yeah more intense but... nope, it's pretty horrible. Sorry, maybe I'm not that good in writing, I didn't even check this before publishing, so.. *sigh*.I tried to put songs in this chapter. It has been fucking difficult. Anyway, I just wanted to thank anybody who supports me and this fanfiction. You are magic. Thanks to anyone who rewies, who add this to Favorite or to Story Alert. Thanks :)

The songs are: Sunday, by Hurts . Microscope, by Mads Langer. I don't know if these artists are known in America, but in Europe they're pretty famous and I lllllove them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Act Seven: Sunday.

The days of that week had passed quickly, as if the wind had taken them away. It had been a very intense week: for Kurt, who discovered pain and blood on Monday; for Blaine, who had discovered his true feelings on Wednesday; for both of them, who had not found themselves yet on Sunday. Sunday was when they broke up, exactly a month ago. It was a cold day outside, so they decided to spend the day together in Blaine's warm room, watching a Harry Potter movie marathon. Eventually the movies turned out in something completely different. They made love. They didn't even know how, if, or when they had decided to go further in their relationship, they simply did. It was the first time for both of them, and that made the situation even more special. And then they broke up. Not because Blaine didn't love him, but because he was still confused about his feelings, and Kurt could not accept that, not after he had lost his virginity to Blaine. Not after he trusted Blaine so much to think that the older boy would have never hurt him.

Sunday was now. Most of the Dalton students were out of the academy to spend the time with their families or friends, so the school was pretty empty and silent. That was the reason why Kurt loved to stay in Dalton at the weekends, It was peaceful. He usually went back to Lima during the weekends, 'cause he really missed his dad and Carole, and most of all he missed his New Direction's friends. During the weekends with his old friends he felt like he could really be himself, the true one, showing off his crazy outfits and letting his diva-side completely free, things that he couldn't do in Dalton. He said his father that he had to study for a Math test, which was actually true, but that was just one reason. The other one was that he wanted his scars to heal and disappear, before he saw his dad. In his house knocking wasn't the habit, and he could not let his father break into his room and see the signs on his arm while he was changing his clothes. Nope.

Kurt hated himself for what he had done. He hated himself for having shown his best friend Jeff all his vulnerability and madness, days later he was still wondering why he had done it, why he had lost control of his mind in that way. Perhaps he had confessed his self-harming to Jeff because, in his subconscious, Kurt wanted someone to know what he was doing, someone to tell him to stop. His blond friend had hidden all the potentially sharp or hurtful objects in their room, so Kurt couldn't do anything stupid while Jeff was away with his family during the weekend. Kurt felt almost insulted by how Jeff underestimated his intelligence and self control, but he was grateful to his protective friend.

This day was a sad monthiversary for Kurt. He tried not to think about it, he really tried, but maybe staying at Dalton hadn't been a good idea: everything reminded him of Blaine. He could not set foot in the common room without thinking about their first kiss. He could not walk past the Warblers rehearsal's room without thinking of their duets. He could not pass by the main corridor of the dormitory without wondering about Blaine's room and what happened in there .. How did they ended like that? Fate had led Blaine to Kurt, and as it may seem ridiculous, Kurt believed in destiny. So why they were not together anymore? Maybe Kurt was wrong, it was not destiny, it was a dream, an illusion, a teenage dream, yes. "Gaga, when did I managed to be so pathetic and depressed?" Kurt murmured to himself, walking casually through the corridors. "Oh, well, maybe a month ago, when the boy you loved deeply told you that he didn't know if he loved you back. Which meant "I'm with you babe but I don't know why, because in three months I've never even thought if I loved you or if you were just a puppet to play with", answered the voice in his head. Now he heard voices? Okay, he was definitely going insane. To shrug the voice off his head he put his headphones on and turned on his iPod, searching for some good music to listen. "No, no, I'm not in mood for musical. No.. mhh maybe.. Perfect", he thought, as he scrolled the artists and the songs. He pressed play, and the song started. Kurt closed his eyes and let the music take control of him.

There are times when we question the things we know

Never thought that the cracks will begin to show

We both know love is not that easy

I wish I'd known that it would be this hard to be alone.

Please, come home..

Kurt started to follow the rhythm and to sing along. That song had a strong beat, but the vocals were dark and intense, and everything created a beautiful mix, that was why Kurt liked that band. But most of all he focused on the lyrics, which were merely perfect for the situation. It was like the song was talking about him.

Loveless nights, they seem so long

I know that I'll hold you someday.

But 'till you come back where you belong

It's just another lonely Sunday.

"Yes, it is", he though. It's incredible how music could explain the feelings that he hided inside of him. Then he started to sing again and he also started to dance. Nobody was there, so who cares.

Is this the end of the love that had just began?

I always hope that the best it was yet to come.

So please, come back, don't you leave me

We both so young, I know you need me too.

And there'll always be times like these.

It was hard to face the truth through a song, but that was happening to Kurt. Wasn't it the reason why he chose that song? He knew that it talked about abandon and loneliness. His subconscious was stronger than he thought.

Loveless nights, they seem so long

I know that I'll hold you someday.

But till you come back where you belong

It's just another lonely Sunday.

Maybe we'll see that we were wrong

If ever we look back one day

But till you come back where you'll belong

It's just another lonely Sunday.

Lonely, lonely.

If you don't come back tomorrow

I'll be left here in the cold

If you don't come back tomorrow, I'll go

"He won't come back. And I won't go", he thought, letting the last chorus go along without his voice and stopping his dance. The last line was not telling the truth, for Kurt. "I will never go away. I'll always stay here, waiting. Because I still love you Blaine". He listened absentmindedly to a few other songs, walking down the corridor that lead to the Warblers room. When he walked past the room he noticed a spot of colour in the middle of it. He took off his headphones and heard a low music. Curious, he looked inside the room through the ajar doors. A guy was sitting on a stool, facing the great window of the room, showing only his back to Kurt. He was holding a guitar in his hands, strumming a few chords. Kurt looked more carefully to the person in front of him and froze. That guy was wearing a dark-red sweater that Kurt knew well, 'cause that guy was Blaine Anderson.


Blaine didn't know why he was there, in the Warbler room. He was alone in there, almost everyone had left the school to spend the weekend out. He didn't want to go home, he never went home for the weekends, 'cause his family was not what people call a "happy" family. He was there because he was sick of his room's walls and the history book. He wanted to escape into the world of music. The song he was going to sing was for a person, but said person wasn't there. Kurt wasn't there. Blaine couldn't find the courage to serenade in front of him, even though he had also practiced with the other Warblers to sing that song on Tuesday's practice. He was a coward, and he perfectly knew that. He stared outside the window, strumming the first chords of the song on his guitar. He imagined that Kurt was there, instead of the big window. He didn't know that Kurt was actually there, looking at him and carefully stepping inside the room. Blaine closed his eyes and sighed. Then he started to sing.

If you put my heart under a microscope,

you're probably gonna wonder

why it's in such a critical condition.

And if it scares you off to look at my horoscope

I'm not gonna blame you,

I'm not gonna wonder.

Kurt was listening at every single word that was coming out of Blaine's mouth. That song was simple but the lyrics.. did they mean something? Why was Blaine singing this so intensively though he was alone? Well, he thought he was alone. A little part of Kurt's brain couldn't help but thinking that he was singing this for someone.. that Blaine was singing this song for him. "Oh, shut up" Kurt internally said to his brain. He was crazy.

I am holding on to someone

I can't hold no more, mhh.

Oh, and sadly I've been here before

I can't let go, no.

What.. Kurt now was breathless. He couldn't understand. The lyrics. No, that was not possible. Blaine could not be.. hurted. He was the one who screwed up everything.

I am reaching out for someone

I can't reach no more

Oh, it feels like my heart is nailed to the floor

Oh yeah.. mmh.

Blaine was singing this song as if Kurt was in front of him. He was truly excited. His heart was open, even if nobody was there to see it. He was reflecting all his emotions in the song lyrics: he could not reach Kurt no more, and that was terrible.

Behind him, Kurt was there, standing still and slowly acknowledging the lyrics. He had no doubt now, that song was for him. Then why was Blaine singing that, alone, what was it meant to be?

I guess I've sacrificed everything for my dreams,

and now it's completely out of control

things are not at all as they seem.

But it is hard to navigate in a chaotic mind,

it's easier to ask for forgiveness and for permission.

I am holding on to someone

I can't hold no more, mhh.

Oh, and sadly I've been here before

I can't let go, no.

Kurt was totally upset. He was holding a hand on his mouth, looking at Blaine with wide eyes. What was he supposed to think? That song said enough, didn't it? But.. was Blaine really feeling like that? No it was not possible, he didn't love him. He just didn't.

I am reaching out for someone

I can't reach no more!

Oh, it feels like my heart is nailed to the floor

Oh yeah..

If you put my heart under a microscope,

you're probably gonna wonder

why it's in such a critical condition..

The song fade out and silence filled the room. The only noise was the sound of Blaine's heavy breath. Kurt was literally holding his breath. What was he going to do now? He could not escape, or Blaine would have heard him. He.. couldn't believe what just happened. He was trying to convince himself that that song was only a song, and the lyrics didn't mean nothing, but he was failing. There was something.. in the way that Blaine sang. Kurt knew him too well. And now? He could not pretend that nothing happened. His heart was pounding quickly, becoming noisy. Blaine as well was breathing deeply, shutting his eyes, apparently not focused on what was happening around him. He didn't thought that singing that song could be so.. emotional. A pair of silent tears wetted his cheeks.

"Blaine".