A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm so glad you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm very sorry I took so long with the update, some things came up and I had a hard time getting on the computer. But it's finally here! Unfortunately, I find myself suffering from a bit of writer's block, but I felt guilty about promising an update that never came, so this chapter came out a bit derpy, but it's here. I hope you enjoy, and I promise the next one will be better. Thank you again for reading, and please review! Without further ado, I present the second chapter.

The front door of the Hummel-Hudson house swung shut with a slam.

"Hey Kurt, that you?" Finn called from the couch in the living room. The older boy received no response as Kurt stormed through the room, heading towards the stairs.

"Hey, dude, what's the matter?"

Kurt ignored his brother and ran up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

"Dude, wait!"

Finn followed Kurt up the stairs and rapped on his door.

"Go away Finn!" the younger boy's voice sounded strangled and muffled. Finn furrowed his brow at the door in a cross between confusion and frustration.

"Hey man, I'm just trying to help. Please open the door?"

"Go away!" Kurt shouted again.

Finn sighed and pushed the door open. Kurt lay face-down on his bed, his head in the pillows and his shoulders shook from crying. Finn crossed his arms.

"I'm not going away until you tell me why you're crying."

"I don't want to talk about it!" Kurt shouted into his pillow.

"Did something happen? Was it one of the football players?"

"No! Just leave me alone!"

"Kurt, please…" Finn sighed.

Finally, after a moment of silence, Kurt rolled over and sat up. His cheeks were puffy and his eyes were red. He reached up and wiped away a stray tear sliding down his cheek.

"Blaine broke up with me…"

Finn's mouth dropped open and he stared at his stepbrother in shock.

"Wait, what? W-why?" he stammered.

"I don't want to talk about it Finn. Please just go away."

"I…I'm so sorry man. Do you…do you want me to like, I don't know, beat him up or something?"

"No!" Kurt cried, horrorstruck at the thought. "No, just leave it alone…"

"O…Okay…I'm really sorry bro…I…I mean, there are plenty of fish in the sea?" Finn tried weakly.

Kurt scoffed ruefully before turning back over, burying his tear-streaked face in his pillow.

"Can you please just go Finn? You're not really helping."

"Right…Ok, I'll go. I'm sorry," he said one last time, sliding out the door and shutting it behind him

Finn stood in the hallway for a minute, contemplating. Finally, he pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, dialed Rachel's number, and walked down the hallways towards his room, out of Kurt's earshot.

"Hello?" came a cheery voice on the other line.

"Hey, Rach." Finn couldn't help but smile, hearing his girlfriend.

"Hi baby! What's going on?"

"Listen, I need your help. Do you think you could get the girls together and get them to come over? We're kind of having a crisis and I'm…I'm not really sure what to do. I feel like it's more you guys' thing."

"Why, what happened?"

"Blaine broke up with Kurt."

"Oh my god!" Rachel gasped on the other end of the line.

"Yeah. He's pretty miserable, and I don't really know what to do, so can you get a couple of the gir-"

"Absolutely," she cut in. "I'm on my way."

"Thanks."

Blaine settled heavily into his usual chair in Dalton's common room. He swiped at his eyes subconsciously, assuring himself they were still void of tears. He knew his eyes were still very red, but he'd been sitting in the car for almost an hour waiting for the crying to subside, and he knew he had to go inside before people noticed him sitting alone in the parking lot rubbing at his eyes.

He felt eyes on his back as he pulled out his French notes. He could feel people staring, and he shifted uncomfortably, pretending to be busy.

After a few moments of staring at his notebook without really seeing, the chair next to him was pulled out from the table and Wes settled in next to him. David sat down on his other side and both watched him pretend not to acknowledge them.

"Blaine," Wes ventured quietly after a moment. "What happened?"

Blaine sighed and sat back, pushing his notes away.

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, Blaine. Give us something. We want to help." David pushed gently.

Blaine ignored him, staring at his knees.

"Blaine…"

"Fine. I showed him the pictures. He confessed. Happy?" Blaine groaned irritably.

Silence reigned again.

"Did he say why?" David tried.

Blaine only shrugged.

"And?" Wes asked.

"…And I broke up with him."

The gentle, sympathetic expressions on his friend's faces disappeared, replaced with those of shock.

"Wait, you what? Why?" David questioned.

"What was I supposed to do? I can't…I…I just can't…"

The group was quiet again, Blaine's friends staring at him waiting for further explanation.

"That's not what you really want, is it?" Wes asked quietly.

"Of course not!" Blaine almost yelled, and many students around them looked up, curious. Blaine flushed slightly, turning away, and finished in a hushed tone, "Of course not. I love him. I want to stay with him. I want to be able to say its ok and that we can forget it but…I just…I can't…"

He ducked forward, trying to cover his face and the tears welling in his eyes again. Dammit. He thought he was done crying. He didn't realize he was capable of even producing this many tears.

He tried to slow the itchy burning in his eyes, and when he realized he couldn't, he stood abruptly, shoving his chair backward noisily, again attracting the attention of the other boys gathered in the room. He snatched his bag and notebook off the table and hurried out of the room, ducking his head.

A moment of silence passed, the other boys staring after him.

Slowly, murmurs broke out between the students. Jeff stood from where he was and crossed over to Wes and David, none of them taking their eyes off the archway Blaine had just disappeared through.

"Kurt's my boy and all, and I love the kid," Jeff started quietly, "but I'm going to kill him."

Wes and David nodded slowly.

"I just don't get it." Wes whispered back. The three boys exchanged a glance before Wes and David stood, moving toward the door to follow after their friend.