Blaine makes his way to the first bathroom he sees and pushes the door open with such force that it bangs against the wall behind it. Looking around to make sure that the bathroom was empty, he made his way over to the sinks and leaned heavily against the first one he came too. Taking deep breaths to steady himself, he turned on the tap and let the cool water run through his fingers, before pooling some in his hand and splashing it on to his face. The water refreshed his face, hot from crying. Taking a few more deep breaths he raised his head and looked in the mirror, shocked by the unrecognizable sight staring back at him. Staring back at him was a face with sad features, a constant frown where a bright smile had been, but it was his eyes that would haunt him. Swirling deep in his amber eyes was pain, hurt and fear, mixed in with anger, disgust and self-loathing. A lone tear tracked down his left cheek, mixing with the water droplets covering his face. Reaching up his hand, he angrily wiped at it and glared at his reflection.

"This is your entire fault, you aren't worth anyone's tears, even your own." He told himself, glaring at his reflection. "You aren't worth anything from anyone."

Wiping a hand over his face, he took one last angry look at his the image in the mirror and grabbed a paper towel drying his face, throwing it in to the trash. Grabbing the door handle, he plastered on the mask he had perfected since childhood and made his way to his first class. Making it to the door just before the tardy bell sounded. He apologized to the teacher and took his place next to Sam and opened his books. Keeping his head down, Blaine tried to concentrate on the class but his mind kept drifting to that night in New York. He could still see Kurt's face as he broke his heart, see the tears poor down his beautiful face and the pain he had caused him was still as raw as it was the night.

"Mr. Anderson. Are you with us?" The teachers voice broke through his revive and Blaine jerked up right in his seat.

"Um what?" Blaine asked, feeling his face flush as the teacher and the rest of the class laughed.

"Well if you can spend a few minutes of your time concentrating on the class instead lost in your fantasy land maybe you might learn something." The teacher commented and went back to teaching. Blaine sank further in his chair as the laughter continued around him. Throughout the rest of the class, Blaine tried his hardest to concentrate, kept up the mantra of "Must try harder." running through his head. Sam tried to talk to him several times in the class but Blaine cut him off with a glare and went back to the work. The bell rang signaling the end of the current class and Blaine stood to pack his bag. Sam who had packed his a while before the bell went turned to him again.

"Blaine, you have to sort this thing out between you and Kurt. You're beating yourself up over this and it's not good. I maybe blonde and a bit dense at times but I know that if you tell Kurt the truth, you've got a better chance of him forgiving you. I mean if you really did have sex that would be a completely different story but I believe it when you said you didn't but you have to tell Kurt..."

"ENOUGH!" Blaine said loudly, startling Sam and the few other students that were left in the room. "Kurt doesn't need to know the truth. What he needs to do is move on with his life without me and I don't deserve his forgiveness. What I did was the worst thing possible and Kurt deserve better. He deserves someone who would love him unconditionally and not someone who is so friggin weak that they can't go a few months without sex that they go and meet up with some random guy off Facebook." Blaine felt the panic attack rising in his chest. He hadn't had a panic attack since the aftermath of the Sadie Hawkins dance but recently they had start to creep up on him. "I am not gonna tell Kurt because he deserves better than me and if you were my friend you would respect my wishes."

Grabbing his remaining books that were on the table, he stormed out of the classroom and down the corridor. He was so focused on controlling the oncoming panic attack that he didn't noticed some of the guys who was in the class headed towards him. The next thing he knew something connected with his leg and he was falling towards the ground. Books scattering everywhere. He twisted his body slightly to the left and felt his elbow and hip connect hard with the floor. Feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes, Blaine felt the panic attack rise in to his throat making it harder to breathe as laughter rang out above him.

"Better wake up gay boy." One of the boys said offensively above him and laughed and high fived with the others. Blaine didn't look at them; he just got to his feet, gathered his books and walked as quickly as he could away from them. Holding his left hand in his right, he dug his blunt nails as hard as he could into the back of it, trying as hard as he could to starve off the panic that was threatening to overwhelm him. Walking past a classroom, he noticed thankfully that it was empty with the blinds closed over the windows. Making his way into the room he quickly closed and locked the door, pressing his back against the wall next to it, before sliding down and letting the fear consume him.

Breathing heavily, Blaine's body began to shake as it fought to get air. Digging his nails in harder still to his hand, he tried to focus his mind on the relaxation techniques he had learnt when he was 14. Focusing his mind to control his breathing, Blaine used a method called the 5-2-5 and luckily enough after repeating the process twice his breathing started to slow down and return to normal. He sagged against the wall as his heart pounded against his chest and his body continued shaking. He moved his hand away and tried to flex the cramped muscles, wincing as they protested. His energy had disappeared and he was left feeling drained and tired. He hadn't had one that bad in a long time, not since getting with Kurt. The taller boy centered him, made him feel whole and now he had destroyed the bond they shared and he was left with nothing. Without the love and protection he had with Kurt, he felt like he was falling and all Blaine could do was try to hold on as he continued to fall.