Kurt was sitting on his pillow leaned up against the wall. He was staring out in the air, wrinkling his eyebrows with his phone in his left hand. He had hung up a few hours ago, when he had realized that Blaine was about to fall asleep. He had said goodnight before hanging up, but he wasn't sure that Blaine had even noticed it. Neither of them had said anything after Blaine had suggested the taking-a-break-thing. The only sounds had been their breathing and Blaine sniffing silently. Kurt felt his heart drop even more than before, when thinking about it again. It was still dark outside, probably in the middle at the night since they had been sitting for a long time in silence. He took a deep breath as their conversation went through his head for the hundredth time. He closed his eyes and leaned his head backwards, hitting the wall.

Blaine woke up the next morning with his cell lying on the pillow next to him. He slowly lifted his head and looked at the screen. „Call ended" it said with black writing over his background. Did he hang up? He thought and recalled the night before. He couldn't remember hanging up himself, so it must've been Kurt. He remembered Kurt's silence after he had suggested them taking a break, the way they both had went quiet afterwards just sitting with their phones waiting for the other one to say something. He remembered how he had sat down in bed and somehow ended up lying down. How he hadn't really noticed the last thing Kurt had said before he fell asleep. Maybe I hung up in my sleep. Blaine thought and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and was surprised to feel dried up tears on his cheeks.

„What the…" He went over to his mirror and removed the traces. „Have I been crying?" He had no reminiscence what so ever about it. He went his hands through his hair, making it messier than it already was, before walking back to his bed and crawling under the covers.

Kurt woke up very suddenly feeling his heart pumping faster than usual. He stared out in his room and felt like days had passed since he went to sleep. Actually he had a hard time remembering if the night before had been a dream or reality. He had woken up from a really bad dream, since his heart had been going crazy and from what he could remember from yesterday it could've easily been a bad dream. His bad and confusing mood had made him make stupid decisions. Yes it had to be a dream. There was no way he would've let Blaine break up if it had been real. He rolled around in a second of relief, actually believing that the whole thing had been a bad dream. He felt something under his left leg as he moved, and reached down to pick it up. My phone. He thought as he picked it up and looked at it. Maybe I should check… He thought as he started to realize what had been reality and what had been a dream. He unwillingly went into his latest calls and felt like sinking down in his bed and never coming back as he saw the latest one. „Blaine: 2 hours and 37 minutes." He sighed and clenched his eyes. How did we use almost 3 hours on silence? He thought and rolled around again to place his face down in his pillow.

„A break from us, huh." Kurt said to himself, but quickly sat up as he heard footsteps outside of his door in the hallway. He rubbed his head in pain as it started to hurt from sitting up too quickly.

„Kurt?" his dad shouted from outside the door.

„Yeah?" Kurt shouted back.

„You're up?" Obviously.

„Yeah."

„It's a little early, isn't it?" Kurt looked at the clock and was surprised to see what time it was. 4:50am he thought and fell back on his back in his bed.

„Yeah." He said, more to himself than his dad.