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.
