Blaine sits at the Lima Bean, staring at the table with a blank expression on his face, unable to move one more inch as he allows the tears to flow freely down his cheeks, landing wherever they may. After he left Kurt's house, this was the first place he thought to come to since he didn't have a car and it was only a couple blocks away from the house. He definitely couldn't go home, that would be the last place he'd go. He didn't care if people were staring at him like he knew they were. Blaine was alone now. He didn't have Kurt, and he knew that as soon as he went to school… the New Directions would take Kurt's side and they would all hate him just as much at his boyfr- ex-boyfriend did. He would get shoved by bullies, slushied… Peanut gives him a soft nudge and he closes his eyes, numbly moving his hands to cradle his stomach lovingly. He would have to give birth to his daughter without any support, he would have to take care of her and… and support her all by himself… he was all alone in all of this. No one was supporting him anymore. It was kind of pathetic. Kurt was right. Blaine couldn't do anything for himself, could he? He couldn't even stand up to his father when he was beating the crap out of him, or when those guys cornered him at the Sadie Hawkins dance… he just lied down and took it.

"Hello." He hears someone sit down across from him, but he doesn't move, so after a moment, the voice sounds again, "Blaine?" He slowly pulls his eyes open and looks up.

"G-go away, Sebastian…" The sound of his own voice scared him; it sounded hoarse and weak, "M'really not in the mood to d-deal with you."

"Blaine…" A look of uncharacteristic concern crosses his face, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm… he broke… broke up… with me…" His breathing starts to deepen as tears fill his eyes again, "I was… holding him back and… he told me to leave an-and I… I don't have anywhere to… go… so yeah, I'm… completely fine…"

"Kurt broke up with you?" Sebastian reaches across the table and takes his hand, the gesture surprisingly comforting, considering who he was receiving it from, "Why?"

"Something ab-about NYADA, I think, but it doesn't matter." He looks at Sebastian's hand on his and suddenly grips it tight, "And now I'm alone an-and I can't go home because of my dad, and the New Directions are going to hate me because K-Kurt does and they'll take his side and when the baby comes she won't have anything because I don't even have a place to live anymore an-"

"Hey, slow down." He gives his hand a comforting squeeze and looks into his eyes, "Take a deep breath. I'm sure all of this stress isn't good for you and the baby. You can stay at Dalton for the night, okay? I'm sure the headmaster won't mind. Everyone loves you there. Don't worry. You'll get this figured out."

"Are you really Sebastian Smythe?" He looks back into his eyes, "You've been sitting here for a whole three minutes and haven't used one pick-up line."

Sebastian smiles and lets out a soft chuckle, "I know. Crazy, huh? I've just come to the realization that it's stupid to pine after you when I could have someone who's not completely in love already, you know?"

Blaine tries to smile, and manages a small, genuine one, "I'm impressed."

"You should be." He winks and smiles, standing up and holding out a hand, "Come on. I'll help you to my car. How about some hot chocolate to go?"

"I don't… have any money." He takes his hand and stands up slowly, his feet aching from the walk.

"My treat." He smiles sweetly, and Blaine finds himself smiling back, "How about it?"

"Okay…" He bites his lip, "I'll pay you back, I swear."

"Don't worry about it." Sebastian hands him the keys to a very expensive car, "My car's right out there. You can go on and warm it up if you want."

"Um, sure." He peeks out the window and sighs deeply when he sees the car, and yes indeed, it was a 2012 black Mercedes Benz.

Sebastian left to get their drinks and Blaine went out to the car, slowly opening the passenger side and getting in. Blaine's parents were wealthy, but never in a million years would they get him a car like this. He had a nice car that he worked for, but it was sitting in the garage of his parent's house, just rotting away like a piece of garbage. Kurt wouldn't let him go get it after… what happened. Anyway, Blaine had a small suspicion that Sebastian didn't pay for this car himself. Actually, he pretty much knew. Sebastian's dad, the state attorney, certainly had money to throw around. He takes a deep breath and reaches over to start the car, tears filling his eyes when Teenage Dream starts to blare through the speakers. He angrily turns off the stereo and leans back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks out the window. Those things Kurt said to him kept replaying in the back of his mind, and every time he thought about it, he felt this awful pressure beating down on his chest. Did Kurt really believe that Blaine was holding him back from his dreams? Everything had been perfect, then he fell asleep and when he woke up again, everything was… was wrong. Maybe he was dreaming, and Sebastian was still a douchebag, and he and Kurt were still together and… and…

Blaine knew it was hopeless to even think about it. He wasn't dreaming, and Kurt had left him.

Of course Blaine didn't go to school on Friday, but now it was early Monday morning, and he knew he needed to go to school. He'd already missed enough as it is and he couldn't afford to be behind any more than he already was. Without Kurt there to help him, he really needed to step up his game. So, with a lot of encouragement from his Warbler friends, in addition to some clothes that were all too snug, he finally got the courage (just thinking that word made him want to cry) to go out to Sebastian's waiting car for the ride to McKinley. Blaine came to realize that Sebastian wasn't a bad friend; he was just a bad flirt and doesn't know when to back off. He even apologized for his behavior. Finally, they made it to the school, but it wasn't until Blaine made it to his locker did he realize that he didn't have his backpack, so he didn't have pencils or anything for the day. Everything was still at Kurt's place. And suddenly, he was being shoved against a row of lockers, slamming into it with his shoulder full-force… a feeling that was all too familiar.

"Watch it, lady boy!" One of the hockey guys scream, making his friends laugh as they disperse into the crowd of students, pushing others out of their path.

Blaine closes his eyes for a moment before taking a deep breath and stands straight, tugging at his shirt before walking to his locker, ignoring the ache in his shoulder as he does the combination and pulls it open, instantly catching sight of himself in his mirror. He frowns, remembering that just yesterday he and Kurt were right here… arms around each other, kissing without a care in the world. He shakes off the memory and grabs his book for his first class, heading to it slowly. He didn't want to run into anyone from the New Directions because odds are that they already knew what happened between him and Kurt. Blaine had full intentions of not going to Glee today, he'd asked Sebastian to pick him up early. The first half of the day passed in a blur, and when he got to lunch he realized just how hungry he was. Thad packed his lunch for him, but even after protesting that he wasn't a baby and he could take care of himself, he thanked his friend. He really didn't want to eat cafeteria food. After he found a place to sit and ate his food, he stood to throw away his food, walking to the trashcan.

"Blaine?" A soft voice sounds from behind him that sends goose bumps down his arms, "Can… can we talk? You didn't come to school Friday an-and I was worried about you… you left your phone… I thought something happened an-and…"

"I'm fine." Blaine turns around and tries to glare at Kurt, but it doesn't come off as angry as he'd hoped due to the tears in his eyes, "We talked yesterday and you made it pretty damn clear that- what are you doing? Let go of me! Don't touch me!"

"Blaine! Stop it and just follow me!" He shouts, quite literally dragging a thrashing Blaine out of the cafeteria by his hand.

"What? What do you want?" He snaps when they finally get out in the hall.

"I just want to talk." Tears visibly fill the countertenor's eyes, "Please, just talk to me."

"I don't want to, Kurt. I can't."

The bell sounds, signaling the end of lunch, and soon people were rushing out. All of it happened in slow motion, really. Kurt began walking back to his locker, and the pregnant boy looks down the hall at the group of hockey jocks, a slushy in one of their hands with their eyes set on… Blaine found himself pushing through the crowd of students, his head spinning as he tried desperately to get to Kurt. Just as the slushy was being thrown, Blaine shoves him out of the way and takes on the iced drink. The only thing on his mind was that no, he would not let Kurt get slushied again by some stupid Neanderthal. Blaine had never been slushied before, but if Kurt could handle it, so could he, right? Wrong. Something had to be different wih this one, because soon all he could hear was the sound of his own screaming as he fell on his side to the floor, a hand pressed against his left eye as he tried uselessly to stop the intense burning. It hurt so bad… why did it hurt so badly? Warm arms encircled him, and he tried to focus on the smooth voice.

"Honey, what's wrong? Blaine? Blaine, please! Oh God! Somebody call 911!" A warm hand pressed against the back of his neck, toying with his curls, "Sweetheart, it's going to be okay, I promise. I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you so much! Please be okay, Blaine, please. I need you. Please... please…"

The pain was just too much.

Blackness took him.