a/N: I don'town glee, I wish I did, though.
Kurt Hummel looked outside the window, it was 2 am and he still couldn't sleep. He was not in the mood to read or watch TV so he just stared outside at the street. His house was located in lower Manhattan; it was twice as big as his old house in Lima. He wanted to sleep but his brain didn't stop working. All he could think about was what had happened that morning. He regretted very much having to behave that way to his friends and family but his job, and reputation, was more important, and he had lots of work. As editor-in-chief of the world's leading fashion business, Vogue magazine, he was probably the most feared and respected person in the whole fashion world and he liked that. He had worked very hard to get there and he was never going back. Ever.
Blaine Anderson sat up, in front of him was a young woman and a very tall man. "Do you need anything, Blaine?" asked Rachel. Blaine shook his head. His eyes were blood-shot and he was very pale. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages and he was very thin. Rachel took Blaine hands, his nails, some were bitten off and dirty. "Don't worry, everything is going to be ok." She said trying to calm him, but he was crying again. Finn went to the kitchen of his apartment, Burt Hummel was there. Like Kurt, he couldn't stop thinking of what had happened.
"Can I get you something, Burt? If you are hungry I can cook something for you." Burt shook his head. "No Finn, thank you." Finn sighed and went back to the guest's room, where Blaine was.
"Just some more...please Rachel just one." Blaine was sobbing but Rachel just shook her head and turned around, looking like she was about to cry. "Blaine, you've got to get better, you can't take that. It's harming you." Blaine was shaking. Finn went out of the room and went to his own. He suddenly felt sick. Why was all that happening?
Two months before, there had been a fire in Burt's home. Neither Carole nor Burt was there so they couldn't have done anything; by the time they had gotten the news the house had already burn down. Carole was staying at her sister's home in Cleveland while Burt visited Finn and Kurt. It had been a very long time since Kurt had last talked to his family and Burt was worried about him. Blaine and Kurt had broken up almost 2 years before, and since then Kurt had stopped talking to everyone, he stopped calling his father and Carole, and began working a lot more.
As for Blaine, he could never recover from the break-up, Finn remembered how they had received an urgent call from Wes, a couple of months before, saying that Blaine was in the hospital and Kurt was not answering his desperate phone calls. Blaine was found unconscious three blocks away from his house, according to his toxicological tests he had a very high level of alcohol in his blood and some other illegal substances which he took for depression. Blaine was now living with Finn and Rachel, but was still in a very bad condition. Although he went to therapy three times a week, Blaine was still suffering from panic attacks and major depression.
When Rachel entered the room, Finn pretended to be asleep. She had big bags under her eyes, too big to be dissimulated with make-up and was quietly sobbing. She took out her cell phone and called Mercedes, they had become very close friends after High School.
"I was about to call you, Ray. Any news? How's Blaine?"
"I just gave him his Prozac with some tea, maybe he can sleep with that. But I called you because I wanted to talk about Kurt, actually." There was silence in the other end of the line. "'Cedes? Are you there?"
"Yea, I'm here." Kurt was still Mercedes best friend, although last time they had seen each other they had a nasty fight. Mercedes knew something was up with Kurt, but he didn't want to talk to her.
"Mercedes, we went to see him today. We went to his office… And we tried to talk to him, ask him to go to dinner with us tomorrow. He said yes. I was thinking that you could come with us…" Rachel's voice broke.
"Rachel, he doesn't want to see me. And I'm 3 hours away. I don't think it would be a good idea. Has he seen Blaine yet? What did he say when he saw you guys?"
Silence.
"Rachel, answer me hun, tell me. What did he say?"
Rachel was crying uncontrollably. "He… he didn't say much. It-t was just the way he looked a-at us, like he-he hated us o-or something."
"Rachel, calm down. Okay I promise I'll be there tomorrow. Just hang in there that's all we can do. We have to be there for them, especially Blaine. I'll take him tomorrow with me, that way you'll have some time to talk about this with Burt and Finn, ok? I promise I'll be there."
Rachel hung up. She was tired and sad. She didn't even bother to change clothes; she just climbed to bed and fell asleep instantly.
a/N: I promise you guys, next chapter is gonna be longer, I have it written already I just want to check it again and add some more things.
