A/N: Hello my dearest darlings! I'm so sorry this update took so long. It's called final exams. And it sucks. ANYWAY, I felt really guilty that it'd been so long so I'm putting off studying for my Spanish exam and writing this for you guys instead.
Also, shout out to the anon on Tumblr who asked about this. To be perfectly honest, I may or may not have been considering giving in to my writer's block and giving up on this…I'M SORRY! But thank you anon, you motivated me to keep going, and I actually planned the whole story today during my creative writing exam (lol, I'm so productive.)
Anyway, here's chapter 3, and chapter 4 should be coming your way shortly. Now that we're getting into the story more, I'm much more excited about what's going to happen and will probably be writing a lot more, so updates should be more frequent.
Also, if any of you follow my story Staying Strong that I haven't updated in almost 3 months, I've realized the reason I gave up on it was because I was disappointed in the quality and I've decided to revise and repost it, with an update at the end. I'm going to finish it, I promise!
Ok, long author's note is long. Sorry about that. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and alerted! It really means a lot to me! Finally, I give you chapter 3!
Still don't own it, sadly. We really need some more klisses up in there...
A firm knock sounded on Kurt's bedroom door. He still lay in bed, now curled up on his side, with dried tears streaking his cheeks. He sighed and shut his eyes, calling "Finn! I told you to leave me alone!"
The door burst open with much more force than necessary and several footsteps hit the floor of his bedroom. Kurt sat up, startled by the noise.
He gaped at the group in front of him. The entire female population of the New Directions stood at the foot of his bed, headed by Rachel and Mercedes, with varying expressions. Rachel looked determined, Mercedes, Tina, Lauren looked sympathetic, Brittany seemed blissfully confused, and even Santana who maintained a look of boredom showed some pity in her slight frown. Quinn seemed to look anywhere but at Kurt.
Kurt could only stare as the girls watched him. "W…what are you guys doing here?" he gasped.
"Finn called me," Rachel explained, not breaking her determined glare. "He told me you were pretty much having a breakdown."
Kurt looked away, mumbling "m' fine."
"Don't lie to me boy," Mercedes said with a soft fierceness, staring into her friend's bloodshot eyes. "You're not ok."
Kurt only stared. He squeezed his eyes shut quickly, trying to hold the tears suddenly pooling behind his lids. He didn't want to cry again. He looked back at Mercedes for a moment, and, confirming her statement, shook his head, inhaling sharply.
"Oh, Boo," she moaned sadly, hurrying to his side to wrap her arms around his trembling shoulders. The other girls followed behind, piling onto Kurt's bed.
"Blaine, please wait!"
Blaine's dorm room door slammed just as Wes caught up. He sighed and pushed the door open anyway, David following close behind.
Blaine lay on his back in bed, his arm thrown over his eyes as he took in slow, shuddering breaths.
"Blaine, man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" Wes began from the doorway. David moved over and sat on the bed next to Blaine, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't," Blaine whispered shakily. David pulled his hand away and turned to Wes, his face screwed up in sympathy at how simply broken his friend sounded.
"Blaine, what do you want us to do?" David asked, his heart breaking.
Blaine was silent, and when he replied, it was barely audible, even to his friend sitting right beside him.
"I just don't want to be alone right now."
Wes stared, and then nodded, even though Blaine's eyes were still covered, and shut the door behind him, moving into the room to sit on the floor beside his friends.
"Do you want to talk about it? Or…you know, anything?" David tried.
Blaine sat silent for a few moments before sitting up and rubbing at his eyes.
"Yes…and no…I…don't know what I want to do," he mumbled.
His friends sat quiet, waiting for him to elaborate.
"It's just…is it normal for everything to hurt like this? …everything aches…literally aches."
David didn't answer, but placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder again, squeezing.
"He's everywhere I look. Everywhere I go. He's just…everywhere."
Suddenly Blaine choked back a sob and groaned, furious at himself for crying again.
"It's like…I let him become my everything…and now…I don't know what to do."
A/N: Derpy chapter is derpy. I'm sorry it's so short. But there you are! Reviews are fun :)