Blaine's day passed slowly after the panic attack, everything seemed like an effort. His body was tired and sore, his head ached, and he longed to get home and grab some painkillers and curl on his bed and forget the world existed. But even as the final bell of the day rang out, he still had Glee. He loved to sing, the feeling of being able to pour his heart and soul into a beautiful melody and see the way it touches others. Blaine used to sing everywhere, in the car to and from School, in his head during class, in the shower, as he boxed, around the house and especially with Kurt but in the months since they had broken up, all music did was remind him of what he had lost. Instead of filling his heart all it did was break it. It really didn't help that Glee was now run by Kurt's brother.

Standing at the doorway to the choir room, he watched as the rest of the Glee club was crowded around Finn, talking excitedly and laughing. They were so happy. Blaine quietly walked to the chairs and sat down in corner of the back row. Sitting quietly, he took out a pen and pad and began to write down song lyrics that were floating around in his head. He had been doing this for as long as he could remember, it was a therapeutic way of releasing his feelings. Finn called for order and told everyone to sit down. Blaine lifted his eyes off the page and watched as everyone took a seat, everywhere but near him. Biting down on his lip to starve off the feeling of isolation that had been creeping up on him over time he looked down at the pad one more time, he swallowed at the sad lyrics that had appeared by magic on the page and ripped it off before screwing the page up and placing it on top of his bag.

Raising his head he listened to Finn's ideas, some of them were good, but others needed work.

"Right, does anyone have any other ideas for regionals?" Finn asked scanning the faces in the room. Blaine raised his hand but Finn just looked away and carried on with planning, so Blaine slowly lowered it and held them in his lap. To be dismissed like that by someone he had thought was a good friend hurt. He could understand though, Kurt was Finn's brother, they had dropped the step along time ago and Blaine had broken his brothers heart. Not only that but he had committed the ultimate betrayal. That wasn't easy to get over.

"Ok, I know most of you were in the winning club last year but there are also a lot of new members here so I want you to pair up and sort through some ideas for new songs." Finn spoke and walked over to pick up some song books off the shelf. Blaine sat there as Sugar paired up with Artie, Sam paired up with Brittany, Unique paired up with Marley and Tina paired up with Jake. He knew that none of them probably did this on purpose as they were sitting next to each other but there was something in the back of his mind disagreeing with that fact. Ignoring it he pulled out the pad again, as he did so he knocked the crumbled pager on to the floor under his seat without realising, placing the pad on his lap he began to write down song ideas.

This carried on for the rest of the club, as everyone got up to leave Blaine called out to Tina as she was leaving.

"Tina, hey you got a minute?" He asked.

"Oh no I haven't. I've got so much homework to do. What did you want?" She asked distractedly looking through her bag.

"Um I just needed someone to talk too about….." He didn't get to finish as Tina found what she was looking for a mumbled distractedly 'Good luck with that' and left the room. Blaine sighed and looked around. Noticing that he was left alone in the choir room with Finn.

"Was there something you wanted Blaine?" Finn asked in a clipped voice looking up from the song sheets in front of him. Blaine was trying to decide if he should talk to him, it couldn't hurt he thought.

"Um Finn, can I talk to you? It's about Kurt." He tried

"I don't think that's a good idea. Do you?"

"What?" Blaine was taken aback.

"You hurt him. Bad. I still don't get how you could do that to him, you two always seemed to be like the perfect couple and a couple of months of him being in New York you go running into the bed of someone else." Finn paused to write something on a song sheet.

"It was like that." Blaine told him.

"What? You tripped and fell into bed with this guy. You were in the wrong Blaine, I used to think highly of you, and I never thought you were the type to cheat on someone. Especially not Kurt, you know what he's been through, you were there for most of it. Holding him while he cried, promising him that you would never hurt him like those bullies did. But instead you hurt him in the worst way possible all because you couldn't keep it in your pants and you felt ignored. Well guess what Blaine Anderson; the world does not revolve around you! Other people matter. Kurt is gonna get over you and find someone who will treat him right and you will be nothing but a bad memory that he wished hadn't existed." Finn knew that he shouldn't be saying these things to Blaine; he really didn't mean most of them. He had spoken to Kurt the night before and as he did Rachel had come in talking about a date she had been on with Brody and the anger had set in and increased over night. Unfortunately Blaine was the closest person to him when his anger finally bubbled over.

He was angry at Blaine for what he had done to Kurt but he himself had been cheated on and also cheated on someone so even though Kurt was hurting, Finn really wasn't in a place to judge. He had decided to be therefore Kurt and try and talk to both of them as he knew how much they loved each other and how easy it was to slip up but right now all he saw was red.

"Stay the hell away from my family, don't come by the house, and don't ask about Kurt. No one is interested in what you have to say. Not me, Not Burt, not my mom and certainly not Kurt." With that Finn left the room and Blaine was left standing there with a tear sliding slowly down his cheek. Swiping angrily at it, he made his way to his car in the parking lot. What did he expect? Finn was Kurt's brother after all and he knew had deserved everything that Finn had lashed out at him. It was the truth after all. He had been there when Kurt had been beat down and nearly destroyed by his tormentors, he had promised Kurt that he would never ever hurt him, but he had and this was killing Blaine. Getting in and starting the car, he blinked rapidly to stop the tears. Driving home his mind drifted to the times he was at the Hudson – Hummel house. He always loved it there; it was so different to his house, so full of love and had the air of a true family. He always loved being there even when Kurt wasn't. Watching football with Burt and Finn or helping Carole with the dinner, but now cause of his own stupidity, he had lost all of that and he could never get it back.

Pulling into the driveway of his house, he parked his car, grabbed his bag and got out. Locking up his car he noticed that his parent's car was in the driveway. Knowing that they were home he thought maybe he could take a chance and talk to them.

"You never know, maybe this once they'll listen." He sighed, standing outside the door. Unlocking the door and making his way inside, his hip protesting a little as he turned. Placing his bag by the wall, he called out to his mom.

"In the kitchen dear." She called out. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly and walked into the kitchen leaning against the table where his mom was sat making a list.

"Mom, can I talk to you. It's about Kurt." He started. Adding the 'I need help, I'm scared' bit in his head silently.

"Sure dear." She told him absently carrying on with her list.

"Something happened, I did something wrong and I need help to fix it. I was speaking to this guy on Facebook and…." He was cut off by the phone ringing and his mom immediately answered it.

"Oh hello Connie. I am so glad you called me back…..." Blaine tuned out as she talked to her friend on the phone, his face fell. His mom glanced over at him and told Connie to wait for a minute. Hope blossomed in Blaine for five seconds until his mother told him that she had to take this phone call, that she will be a while and to go and talk to his father. Pushing himself away from the table, he went to find his father. He wasn't even sure why he was bothering to go and speak to him, it never ended well ever since he came out. Anytime he would try and talk to his dad about anything regarding his sexuality he was either rapidly dismissed or shouted down, but maybe this one time would be different. He just needed someone, just someone to stop the pain, someone to hold him so he didn't fall any further.

Standing outside the door to his father's study, he knocked and waited for his dad to say come in. Opening the door quietly he walked up to the desk.

"What can I do for you Blaine?" He's father asked, not once looking up from the papers he was looking over.

"Can I talk to you Dad, I need help." He asked keeping his eyes trained on his father's head.

"What have you done?" Blaine face dropped when he heard that.

"I cheated on Kurt." He blurted out and waited to see what his dad would say to him. His father dropped the pen on the desk and looked at him, annoyance showing in his eyes.

"And why are you bothering me with this?"

"I need someone to talk to. I need help dad, I need to fix this but I can't do this on my own." Blaine was almost begging.

"Why are you bothering me with this?" His dad repeated. "Why don't you go and talk to one of your little friends about this?"

"Because I need my parents. I need to know that the two people who are supposed to love me unconditionally are there for me and can help me." Blaine bit down on his lower lip to starve off the tears that were appearing in his eyes."

"Blaine, we do love you, but everything with you is one drama after the other since you came out as gay." His father said with a hint of disgust in his voice. "And now apparently you're a slut."

Blaine recoiled away from his father as if he had been slapped. Swallowing hard, he tried again to reach out to the man in front of him but he was cut off with a look.

"I thought your mother and I had raised you right but you have become nothing but a disappointment to this family. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do." And with that Blaine was dismissed. Walking quickly out of his father's study he grabbed hold of his bag and ran up to his bedroom. Locking the door he threw himself down on the bed, grabbing Thatcher who was lying on his pillow, he hugged him tight and let his heart break.