Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Obviously.

A/N: Hi! I'm back! Sorry for making ya'll wait so long for this chapter! I've been sofa king busy! But, here I am! And without further ado: Klaine Song Shuffle, Chapter Three!

Song One: Won't Go Home Without You- Maroon 5 (This was requested by pink lemonade89)

"Kurt. Please. Tell me what's wrong."

"Blaine, I gotta go to bed. I'll see you later."

"Kurt, please just stay."

"Blaine, it's not like you can do anything."

Blaine watched as Kurt left his dorm room. He only asked to why Kurt was so upset lately, but Kurt refused to answer. He wanted to Kurt to be happy again. He knew that Kurt cried himself to sleep, Wes had informed him of that. Blaine asked him to stay a million times, but Kurt always told him to leave it alone. He didn't want to just stand by and ignore the fact that a guy he was practically in love with was so sad all the time. So he decided to fix it.

He left his room and walked down the hall. Kurt only lived a few doors from where Blaine did, so they hung out all the time. He swiftly knocked on the door and when no one answered, he tried to open it. He jiggled the door-knob and found it to be locked.

"Kurt. It's me, Blaine. Please open up."

When Kurt didn't answer, he began to get worried. He tried knocking again, just incase Kurt was showering or something, but the door stayed locked.

"Kurt. C'mon. I'm sorry!"

Silence.

"Kurt, if you don't open the door, I'll break it down."

This time, he heard a muffled noise. Something that sounded suspiciously like a sob. That's all Blaine needed. He backed up and then kicked the door with all of his strength. Okay, so maybe it took a few tries, but the door finally broke, swinging into the room. Blaine immediately ran inside and found it empty.

"Kurt?" He whispered. Another sob came from behind the closed door of the bathroom. He ran to the closed door and jiggled the knob. Luckily, this one wasn't locked.

"Blaine, go away."

Blaine swung open the door anyway and found Kurt leaning against the wall next to the shower. He looked even paler than he usually did, which was saying quite a lot. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, but also blood-shot. The thing that shocked Blaine the most was the line of blood running from Kurt's wrist to the crook of his elbow.

"Oh my god, Kurt. What are you doing?"

"Blaine, get out of here."

Blaine shook his head before grabbing a towel laying on the counter and pressing it to the cut on Kurt's arm.

"Blaine, seriously."

"Kurt, I will stay here all night. I'm not leaving you here. I won't leave without you."

Song 2: Finally- Fergie

Ever since Kurt Hummel was a little boy, he wanted love like every Disney princess had. He wanted someone who loved him even if he had a wicked stepmother, or if he was a son of a failed inventor, or even if his father was the king of the sea. Disney made it look so easy. You only had to know your prince charming for a day before he loved you unconditionally for the rest of your lives. Of course, that rarely ever happened in the real world, but six-year-old Kurt didn't know that. So he continued waiting for his prince.

It wasn't until high school did Kurt realize that his fairy-tale dream was ridiculous. He was the only out kid at William-McKinley high school, there was no one for him to love. Who would ever love him, the diva who sang like a girl? So he stopped his foolish dreaming.

And then he met Blaine. And those long ago discarded dreams became a reality. Finally, his life wasn't so bad. It was actually the best time of his life. He had someone who accepted his love. Finally.

Song 3: Gettin' Along- Dumbledore and Umbridge (This is more of an Umbridge-Appreciation story)

Wes looked at his phone one more time. Warbler rehearsal begins in two minutes and Blaine and Kurt have yet to arrive.

"Should I text them?" Wes leaned over to whisper to David.

"No man. Rehearsal hasn't even begun yet. Chill the fuck out."

"David Williams! Don't use that type of language when I have my gavel in my hand. I will not hesitate to beat your black ass with it."

David rolled his eyes and went back to talking with Rhett about the Super Bowl that was quickly approaching. Wes looked back at his phone. One minute left. Is it weird that he was feeling giddy? Warbler practice gets him excited. In more than one way.

"David. It's four. Shall we commence Warblering?"

"Whatever." Wes smiled and brought his gavel down onto the wood table.

"Everyone ready?" He asked. Charlie, a senior Warbler, raised his hand.

"Kurt and Blaine aren't here yet." Wes smirked at David and pulled out his Blackberry. He texted Blaine one message:

Where R U and Kurt? –W

They all waited a few minutes. Wes' phone stayed silent.

"I'm texting him again."

*!*

Wes' phone remained silent seven texts later.

"Fuck this, I'm going to find them!"

Wes stormed out of the choir room and climbed the stairs to Blaine's dorm building. He practically ran down the hall before reaching Blaine's room. He banged on the door loudly a few times before yelling.

"I know you're in there!"

Wes waited for a few seconds before the door flew open revealing Blaine, clothes rumpled and hair tangled.

"Did you get my text?" Blaine stared daggers at Wes, but Wes just nonchalantly crossed his arms. Blaine slowly nodded.

"Well you didn't text me back." Blaine slammed the door in his face. Wes stood, shocked for a few seconds before pulling his phone out again and sending a quick text.

Horny bastards. –W

He was halfway back down the hall before he heard Blaine yell.

"Oh my god Wes! Stop texting me!"

Song 4: Any Kind of Guy- Big Time Rush (Don't judge.)

Blaine looked across the room to Kurt. He was so close, yet so far away. Blaine wanted to be his guy. He wanted to be the one Kurt loved, but that's not what Kurt needed right now. Kurt needed someone who could be his mentor, his best friend. So that's what Blaine would give him. He would be the guy that Kurt needed at this very moment. He would be a mentor, a friend, a brother, and when Kurt finally wanted it, a boyfriend. He could wait. He just needed Kurt to decide. He could wait. He could be any kind of guy.

Song 5: I'm Scared- Duffy (OMG, I LOVE DUFFY! Look. Her. Up. NAO!)

Kurt and Blaine's home is silent. Completely silent. The stereo hasn't played in weeks, and the dust is almost half an inch thick. The coffee cup that sits on the table is still half-full, but has long since grown cold. The blinds stay pulled shut, and every room is dark even when the sun is shining outside. The jeans stay rumpled at the foot of the bed, he can't bear to go in the bedroom anymore.

So many things make him remember. The smell of his sweet cologne, the books on the dresser, the clothes pressed neatly in the closet. He would never admit having a diary, but he does. At least, he did. Now it lay forgotten next to his favorite coffee-stained book. There's a towel still on a rack in the bathroom, but it goes unnoticed. Every little thing in the house harbors a memory. A memory that wishes to be forgotten.

Blaine just sits on the couch. He can't remember the last time he got up. There's only one thought that runs through his mind.

Kurt's gone.

In a split-second, Blaine's life changed. The one he loved was ripped from his arms- literally. He can't ever smell Kurt's cologne, or taste coffee on his lips. Blaine doesn't want to leave. If he leaves, this becomes real. He scared of what the world brings when he's alone.

Kurt's gone, and now Blaine's scared.

A/N: What a happy note to end on, amirite? I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been really busy lately! But I've had like three days off from school so I decided to get my ass in gear! Thank you, snow god!

I don't know if this will be the last chapter… depends. What do you think?

-Max