Cannot believe I've had so many hits today! Thank you all so much, glad you seem to be enjoying it, also thank you to the people who have added the story to their alerts! makes me feel incredibly good :)

So here is the the next chapter, I know a few people are wondering when Kurt will appear, he will arrive soon I promise, I'm actually writing his entrance now :) So here is the next chapter I'm sorry its a bit crap, but I needed a filler to lead into what happens next. So here it is...

Oh and also, there is some language in this Chapter, just to let you know. :)

Blaine completely blamed himself for his best friend's death and struggled every day with it, most days he could get by as normal as possible; the pain was always there, but sometimes it crept up on him and threatened to smother him completely.

Today was one of those days.

He and David had stopped walking and he looked up to find himself outside of a small Dive Bar.

"David, what are we doing?"

"You my sorry and depressed friend need a drink, as do I, it is Friday night, there is no work tomorrow and today has been the day from hell."

"And you think drowning our sorrows is the best way to pull out of this hole do you?"

"Not indefinitely no, but, you need to let lose! You have been bottling up and hiding for way too long, you blame yourself for what happened which is ridiculous! And if Wes were here he would kick your ass from here till Tuesday for even thinking it."

"It is my fault..." Blaine trailed off.

"No. Blaine. It wasn't, it could easily have been I that jumped in front of that bullet for you, I would have done it for either of you, as I am sure you would have done if it was either one of us." David said pointedly. Blaine hung his head and half nodded.

"Doesn't make me feel any different though...it wasn't another way around...and one of my best friends died because of me, and do not say it's not my fault! It was my fault; Sean came in to school looking for me that day! He wanted me!"

"Yeah and he got you...Blaine, you say it should have been you? You say you wish it had been you...well in some ways it was." David said his voice cracking under the old pain that was beginning to surface. "You lost Wes that day, I lost you both! Wes died!" Blaine flinched "And you, you as good as died too. You used to be the life and soul of any room Blaine, you cheered everyone up with your eagerness and optimistic view of life. Your jokes, your music, your voice. Everything you did was just so...you." David said strongly. "And then you were gone over night, I literally watched the life flutter from you, it was literally like you had been the victim of a Dementors kiss...your soul was ripped from your body and you turned into a robot! You go from day to day in a state of auto pilot, you get up, shower, go to work, go home, eat, and finally drink yourself into a stupor till you wake up the next morning on your sofa, or floor or fully clothed on your bed and go through the whole process again. You don't sing any more, your guitar hasn't left it's dusty cage in years and you don't even listen to the radio any more. It is literally like you died that day too." He had tears running down his cheeks now. "You are my best friend, but you need help! And I don't know what to do, so tonight we are going to get royally pissed, I am going to sleep on your couch and tomorrow we are going to work on getting you back to the bubbly annoying Blaine that I used to know."

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