Blaine. Blaine Devon Anderson. Has a ring to it, doesn't it? I've seen the pictures, I admit, he's good looking, with that slightly hot nerd boy next door vibe coming from him. A hopeless romantic, that's how Kurt described him. I guess I see the appeal, I just don't understand. Why not move on? Every time his name is even muttered in conversation, Kurt's eyes go sort of glassy eyed and distant, like he's re-living some ancient memory only he can recall. And then Santana drops the 'come what may' bomb and I feel as though my heart and body explodes with it. I'm always going to be a consolation prize, second best. For a while, I even put up with it. But not anymore. Now it just seems like I'm fighting a war with myself, ripping a section of my heart off every moment I spend with Kurt. Every single second is one step closer to Kurt crawling back to Blaine's arms and leaving me lonely. I've been trying to comfort Kurt, but am I just trying to ignore the fact that I'm just replaceable? Is it about damn time that I took a minute to think about my needs? No. You know why? Because that's not who I am. I have to just be me.