A/N: Holy fuckkkk. Is it the weekend already? Bleh. I'm such an asshole! First of all, I'm sorry for not updating sooner or in larger quantities. Second, I know a lot of you have been prompting (which is extremely helpful), but everytime I try and fufill the prompts, I'm completely dead on ideas. I promised, I know, but if I need prompts, I'll ask, no guarentee. Third, I know I was going to write a sequel to Chapter 20: Realization, and to Chapter 49: Take a Moment, but I can't find the inspiration to continue either. I'm sorry.

You guys have been so loyal, every step of the way, especially; starkidgleek0502, Katerina4life, KlaineLuneville, and sparklyshimmer2010. You guys are the bestest! Lurve you.

Mac Morgan Lace wanted some Blangst. I'm afraid I might've gone a bit...overboard with the whole idea, as the next couple chapters are total and complete BLANGST! Enjoy :)

Chapter Rating: Sob!

Disclaimer: Ido not own Glee.


Drifting Away:

Kurt wanted to go to college in New York. Of course he did. Blaine wanted to stay in Lima for another year. They could have a long-distance relationship, right? Skyping every night, frequent text messages...This worked for the first week.

Blaine noticed how Kurt would text and cancel their nightly skype sessions. He was auditioning, attending a Broadway play, or Rachel had convinced him to go to another bar. Blaine's heart became soar, bruised with neglect. It was then he realized the seed of desperation.

Blaine beat his boyfriend to the punch, texting him earlier to cancel their skype sessions. He busied himself with homework, and his job at the Lima Bean. He yearned for Kurt, and New York, yet he could also feel the taught rope of their relationship fraying. Blaine loved Kurt, he did, but...

"Blaine? Blaine!" The young man rounded sharply to face his laptop. It was open, a large, fuzzy image of Kurt yelling at him. Blaine plastered a pained smile on his lips and scooted closer.

"Hi," he whispered, almost tentatively. He peered closer, noticing the hectic scene behind Kurt. Rachel, and several unrecognizable people, were sloppily dancing and laughing, champagne glasses overflowing with sparkling liquid. Loud music pumped throughout the apartment, streamers and gleaming confetti raining down.

Kurt giggled, swatting good-naturedly as a short man leaned in to fill his champagne glass. "Haha! Bill, seriously! We're all going to get alcohol poisoning!"

"Uh, Kurt?" Blaine asked softly.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. It's kind of crazy around here! Parties twenty-four/seven. I wanted to skype you tonight; we haven't talked in forever!" Kurt was shouting.

Blaine scratched his head awkwardly. "Um, mm-hmm."

"What's been going on? How's college? Rachel! Get off the couch!" Kurt's eyes were shining. "She's humping the pillows," he offered as an explaination. "You know how drinking can make her go crazy! Haha!"

Blaine immediately felt foolish. He lowered his gaze to the splatter of dots-coffee stain?-on his carpet beneath the desk. "Speaking of college, I've got a lot of work to do."

"Oh, honey, I bet. When are you going to come out and visit? I miss you," Kurt pouted. He wasn't getting the message. Just then, a brunette with unidenitifiable slop on her chin knelt in front of the camera.

"Blaaaainnneee!" Rachel cooed. "When you going to...s-see us? Hee...I see you now...Get naked..." A look of pure confusion crossed her dialated eyes. "Will you g-get naked?"

Blaine smirked. "Hey Rach."

"Get naked," she reminded him.

"I've got lots of homework; I really shouldn't be skyping right now." Blaine almost regretted saying what he did when a look of fresh, unscathed hurt smothered Kurt's expression.

"Oh, yeah, I understand. Sure. Homework. Okay," Kurt said. "H-Have fun. Uh, good luck."

"Thanks. You too." Blaine prepared to shut off the laptop when Kurt held up his hand.

"I love you," he murmured, blinking back tears.

"Love you, too." Blaine closed the computer.

As the days went by, Blaine found himself turning to alchohol to fog his senses. The more he drank, the better he felt about the now nearly discontinued rope of a relationship. He visited the gay bar routinely, and eventually quit responding to Kurt's texts. Blaine, we need to talk. Call me. -K We really need to talk. -K Are you there? -K BLAINE! -K

On the fourth week at the gay bar, a drunk man stumbled upon Blaine. Blaine was wry with need; need to erase his mind of jealousy. They fucked in the bathroom. Blaine didn't scream out Kurt's name when he came...

Meanwhile, laden with auditions, Kurt cried himself to sleep every night. Was Blaine some kind of a sleezeball, never going to contact him again? Kurt loved Blaine more than anything. Why was he torturing him like this?

Blaine's phone rang in the middle of the night and he blearily answered it. "Hellooooo?" he grunted.

"Blaine, it's Kurt." Blaine's fingers tightened around his cell phone as he flipped on the lamp.

"Hi."

"Are you avoiding me? Do you want to break up?" Kurt blurted.

"I just..." He ran a hand through his coarse curls. He didn't feel the same way about Kurt...Maybe the love was buried beneath layers of jealousy. "There's another man..." Dezmind, his fuck buddy.

"W-What?" Kurt's voice broke and he let the tears come freely. "Another man? So our relationship meant nothing to you? Those promises, nothing? Great. Great to know that the man I loved, wore my heart on my sleeve for, has been seeing another man. Who is it? Dave Karofsky? Wouldn't hurting me more just be such fun? Fuck you, Blaine Anderson, fuck you."

Blaine exhaled slowly through his nose. "Kurt, please..."

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt admitted. "I love you so much. We're over, I suppose. But I want you to know that I loved you."

The line went dead. Blaine laid back. Had he done the right thing? He blinked hard against the saltiness that threatened to burn his eyes. He itched to call Kurt back. "I was jealous; I'm sorry."

...But he wasn't. He wasn't sorry. He wasn't.


A/N: I am such an asshole. Fuck me. MICHAEL JACKSON EPISODE CLIPS OUT ON YOUTUBE! *hyperventalates*

Love,

Lexi