Disclaimer: Any and all Glee characters mentioned within this fiction are owned by Ryan Murphy and the people at FOX and I lay no claim to them. Oh yeah they're also owned by themselves, as actors. Go figure that one. This is purely a fictional piece of writing, and should be treated as such.

Summary:Tragedy strikes for one of the members of New Directions, while leaving another member questioning everything he once knew to be true about himself and the people around him.

Authors Note: Okay so the flashbacks are done from this point on. It's also about to get really dramatic so buckle your seat belts folks. Thanks again for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

Present Time

"So you did a drive by then?"

Leave it to Sam to come up with a name for what I did a few days before. Even with the stupid nickname for it, as entertaining as Sam was trying to be I just couldn't bring myself to find anything funny about it.

"Sam, come on. It's not funny."

"I know it wasn't but if you frown anymore then you are right now I'm actually afraid your face may melt off. Not a sight I wanna see."

"Well I think I have more then enough reason to be upset."

"You do. You're right. Have you tried talking to her since it happened?"

"Every way I can think of. I mean I'm trying to stay cool about it all and not just lay it all on her at once, but I've tried calling, texting and even waiting around near Ryder to try and see if I can catch her. So far, no response."

"Hmm. Have you tried talking to Ry about it? I mean if you really want to talk to her and she isn't picking up or just standing around waiting for you, then maybe your best bet is to go through him."

He was right of course. That was the logical course of action that a normal person would take. I just wasn't normal. I didn't know how much Ryder knew at this point, if anything and I didn't want to make anything worse by involving her brother in it when it really was something personal to the two of us.

"I don't wanna involve him."

"Then you better get used to never resolving anything with her then."

Before I could shoot back with a comeback, Mr. Schuester made his way into the room and up to the whiteboard. It was new assignment time, the time of the week I most looked forward too, but right now, given everything that had gone down it was the furthest thing from my mind. Again.

"Everyone ready for this weeks assignment?"

With a few call outs from Jake and Artie and nods of approval from Tina and the other girls of the group, he went back to writing on the board and I went back to brooding. Something I had gotten more then great at since that day in the auditorium.

Why wasn't she at least answering my texts? Even if all she wanted to say was screw off to me, I would take it right now. Not hearing anything, and only reaching an answering machine when I tried calling was starting to drive me crazy. With worry.

Maybe I had gotten too used to speaking to her on a daily and nightly basis. So not doing it was messing with my new routine. I know that I shouldn't put so much stock in the way things were but I liked the way it was and I really didn't want my stupidity to ruin it.

"You selfish son of a-"

Before I knew it I was being pulled from my seated position by none other then Ryder Lynn, the very person that only minutes before Sam had told me that I needed to talk to. He didn't look in the least bit happy. Which could only mean one thing. He knew.

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and while he wasn't much bigger then me when you compared us both, I was not a violent person and wasn't about to do something both of us would later regret. I had already done enough of that this past week. Plus there was a part of me that wanted him to hit me. It'd be a lot better coming from him then if I hit myself.

"Hey! That's enough Ryder!" Mr. Schuester yelled making his way across the room with record speed and putting his arms in between a very angry Ryder and myself. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

I want to say that I was thankful that Schue had broken it up before it went any further but that would have been a lie. Like I said, I was brooding and I honestly wanted someone, anyone to kick the crap out of me and teach me a lesson for what I'd done to Cheryl. I no longer cared about myself anymore. Giving into my own selfish need was what had brought this all around in the first place. I deserved it.

"Why don't you ask him what the hell got into him Mr. Schue? I'm sure he'd love to tell you about what he did."

Well that couldn't be any further from the truth, but I understand his point.

"Blaine, do you have any idea what this is about?"

I couldn't speak. Yes, I knew what it was about and yes I was the cause of all of it but I couldn't bring myself to admit it out loud. Not to try and save my own skin, but because I was ashamed about it. So I did the only thing I could do and I nodded.

"Speak up man. Tell them what you did to her! I'm sure everyone would love to hear what a fine upstanding guy you are!"

There was no denying that if Mr. Schue backed off, even an inch, Ryder would connect his fist to my face. I had no idea how much he knew, or what part of it had fuelled him up this much, but I had to figure any bit that he did know, he really didn't like.

"Ryder enough! Back up. Everyone just calm down."

At this point Sam, who had been sitting beside me, and really was my best friend had rallied around me, his height a serious advantage should a fight have broken out. He stood to my left and he was ready for a fight. Something that while I found respectable, was not needed. Like I said, I deserved it.

"Can someone please tell me what this is all about? We don't act like this in this room guys. You have a beef with each other, we always talk it out like civilized human beings. So someone better speak up."

I couldn't do it, but it was obvious Ryder didn't have the same problem as I did. He was more then willing to talk. Even if everything he said was spewed from anger.

"He chased my sister out of town is what happened."

"What do you mean he chased her out of town?"

It seemed that I had a lot to thank my teacher for because he asked exactly what I wanted to know. This was the first I was hearing about her leaving town. Had the failed kiss and my leaving really made her leave?

"I called her an hour ago. We were supposed to meet up for a coffee break before coming here since football practice was cancelled. When she answered she told me that she was sorry but that she had to go back to OSU."

"What does any of this have to do with Blaine?"

"It has to do with him because 'Mr. I'm so gay' over there has been spending the last two weeks messing with my sisters head. Making her feel things for him when he knew that he wasn't the least bit interested in her. He used her. Got all of her attention and then when she was primed, he kissed her and then ran out on her."

The entire room was focused on me now. Their eyes staring holes into my back and sides. The secret was out. The entire room now knew what an ass hole I really was. It wasn't something I could keep quiet, or deny anymore.

"Is this true Blaine?"

"Yes."

"Wait, no it's not. Blaine tell them the truth."

As much as I appreciated Sam, especially lately given the amount of advice he had given me, now was not the time I wanted his help. No, I was going to own this. If Ryder really believed that everything that had happened was because I was using his sister, messing with her then I wasn't going to try and change his mind. Or anyone elses for that matter.

"See he admitted it! Let me at him. I'm going to make him pay for what he did to Cheryl."

Ryder motioned in my direction again and I flinched. I wasn't a violent person and as much as I believed that I deserved what was coming from the younger Lynn, I didn't relish the idea of being beat up. I still had nightmares of the living hell I lived through at my old public school and that was for being gay. Using someone that didn't deserve it, that had its own special brand of punishment.

"Ryder calm down! Sam what do you mean tell the truth?"

My friend wasted no time explaining. At least as cryptically as he could.

"There's more going on here then Ryder or Blaine are saying right now Mr. Schue. He's not telling you the entire story. He didn't use her."

Before he could question me further, which I assume was his next step based on Sam's confession a ringing interrupted the moment. Everyone began looking at their phones, determining who was getting the call and then all eyes fell on Ryder.

"Hello?"

There was nothing but dead silence for the next couple of minutes as Ryder paid complete attention to the person on the other end. I was secretly hoping that it was Cheryl and she was going to walk through the choir room door any moment and put an end to all of this, or at least allow me too, but as Ryder's face fell, it became increasingly clear that was not going to be the case.

"What happened? Is she alright?"

It was about Cheryl.

" I'm on my way. I'll call my parents."

As Ryder ended the call and looked up, his eyes looked clouded over, and I swore that I could almost see tears beginning to form in the corners. His face, that had been shaped into a scowl the entire time he had been in the choir room was now quivering. With each passing second, his body began to shake until he fell to the floor from the sheer magnitude of whatever he had just heard.

"Ryder what is it?"

"It's Cher, Mr. Schue. She was involved in a car accident on her way back to OSU and she's in critical condition. They can't get a hold of my parents. They told me to get there as fast as I could."

He broke down then, the tears I had seen forming only minutes before now flowing freely down his face. Through the sobs I could make out bits and pieces of words. He was worried what he was going to do without her. He had allowed his mind to already go there, to a place where she wasn't around anymore. Something he couldn't come to terms with.

This had to be some sort of joke. Only a few days before she had been fine. So joyful and full of life. It had to be a sick joke because there was no way that she was lying in a hospital room right now with no one there with her fighting for her life. It just couldn't be possible.

"Okay guys, rehearsal is off this week. Pack up your stuff, we're going to the hospital."

I felt Sam's arm on my shoulder and I looked up at him. There was an unspoken moment between us. I had to be there, and Sam understood.

No matter what we had been through before, we had never experienced something like this and if I had felt horrible before, thinking I'd chased her off, it didn't even compare to what I felt now.

This was all my fault.