AN: I'm so sorry I have taken so long to get this chapter out… I will try to be faster with the next one.

Blaine's POV

And that's how I left her.

On the bed, in her pajamas.

Waiting to have sex.

I didn't know anything anymore.

I didn't know if I was gay or bi.

I didn't know if I should have broken up with Kurt.

I didn't know if I ever wanted to drink alcohol ever again.

But one thing I do know?

I do not like Brittany Susan Pierce.

What I had with her was infatuation.

That was the whole point of this night.

To see if I had anything with her.

I don't.

So why do I feel so awful?

I storm out of her house, leaving her racing after me, shouting.

"Blaine, honey come back!"

"Blaine!"

She started balling on her front porch.

And it was because of me.

I run.

I run past my house.

And I keep running.

I run from everything.

My fears.

My girlfriend.

My life.

My sexuality.

My ex-boyfriend.

I run and run.

I run from everything.

Until I stop in the middle of the intersection.

I have no clue where I am.

I have no clue how far I've gone.

I have no clue if I'm still in Lima.

I have no clue if I'm still on Brittany's street.

Only now I know.

I see Kurt's house.

His window is in the top right corner.

That is what I know.

And I'm going to go talk to him.

I start to walk forward to his house.

That's when it hit me, I knew why I ran.

I loved Kurt.

He was amazing.

And he was mine.

And I do not know if he would ever be mine again.

And that's when the truck hit me.

AN: I am deciding whether to make this Si-fi or not, but really, the choice is up to you. Leave a comment on what you think is best and the majority of comments one way or the other will decide which way I write it.