Hello all!

So to start off, my first exam is over! YAY! Being an oral exam for my second language, I was so nervous that I actually thought I was going to vomit or poop my pants or something equally as embarrassing! But I did not, and gosh am I relieved that it is over :) so as a reward to myself and for all of you lovely people for deciding to stick around, I decided to update today!

Also, I know all of the other chapters have been from Kurt's perspective, but I figured it was about time we saw a little bit of what was going on in Blaine's head.

Enjoy :)

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Looking out the window, the sky seemed gloomier, the flowers less bright and the grass a dull shade of green; appearing somewhat similar to what his insides felt like.

"Are you alright, Blaine?" his mum said quietly from the front seat of his dad's black sedan.

Turning his head to meet his mum's concerned glance, Blaine replied, "yeah, Mum. I'm fine, just a little tired."

"Okay, sweetie. But if you want to talk about anything, just let me know."

Nodding, Blaine answered, "will do. Thanks, Mum."

As much as he wanted to take his mum up on her offer, to curl up in her arms and cry as she soothingly ran her fingers through his curls, he couldn't. Not with his dad in the car, anyway. While he was entirely accepting of him being gay, Blaine was certain that the reality was still clouded over by his dad's hope that it was just a phase that would pass in time. So while he accepted him, he was sure that breaking down about Kurt in front of him would be crossing the line.

That morning he had felt like the happiest man alive, and now? Now he just felt like he wanted to die.

He remembered the way that his mum had been looking at him that morning while he was buttering his toast, humming the tune of "Teenage Dream" under his breath.

"You're awfully happy this morning. Excited to go home?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I dunno, I just woke up happy this morning," Blaine said, facing away from his mum; he knew without a doubt that if she saw his face, she would know he was lying. "Do you mind if I go an hang out near the river today?"

"No, that's fine. Just be sure to be back by three." As she was walking out of the room, she paused in the doorway. "You've been going down to the river a lot this week..."

"I found a really nice spot down there. It's nice to just sit there and relax-"

"Blaine. I'm your mother. Don't think I can't tell that that smile you've had plastered on the face all week is not just a I found a nice spot down near the river smile. It's the same smile you always had when you were friends with Tommy in Junior High."

"Mum! Why do you always have to bring him up? I liked him for, like, a week!"

All it took was her raising her eyebrow before he gave up, "fine! There is a boy. I met him at the start of the week and I really, really like him, okay?"

So it was with a knowing look from his mum that Blaine left the house just before twelve, picnic rug in hand.

It wasn't until maybe one o'clock that he started to get worried. At first he'd thought that perhaps Kurt was just running late, that lunch had been later than he'd expected. But an hour late? That seemed so unlike Kurt, especially when he had been so eager about today. However, when another half hour passed and there was still no sign of him, Blaine decided he'd better go and check at Kurt's cabin, just to make sure he was okay.

He knocked on the front door once; and then twice; and then a third time. When he still received no answer, he walked around to the side of the cabin. Despite knowing how creepy it must be, he stepped up onto the rock just below the window and peered into what was Kurt and Finn's current bedroom. Other than the fact that it was a little messier than when he had last seen it, everything looked normal; both the single beds with the covers thrown aside, clothes strewn across the room.

To say that Blaine was confused was an understatement. Kurt had been so excited yesterday. Why would he not show up if he had been that excited?

Ignoring the lump in his throat and the knots he could feel being pulled ever tighter in his stomach, Blaine walked back to the picnic rug with his head hung low. Pulling his knees to his chest, he wrapped his arms around himself and waited. Waited for someone he knew wasn't going to show up.

Once he began to feel raindrops falling on him, he realised he couldn't wait forever. It was almost three o'clock, and his parents had been very specific about what time they were to leave. Standing up from where he had been huddled for the past hour, Blaine reached into his backpack, retrieving from it a notepad and a pen. After writing down his phone number, Blaine hesitated, wiping at the tears falling down his cheeks before writing the words that had been stuck at the back of his throat all day; I love you.

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I'm sorry that it's so short, but I really wanted to finish it there. Anyway, despite the angst and poor heartbroken Blaine, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Last week I posted a oneshot called Six Degrees of Separation. I wrote it in response to episode 4, and while it is kind of super angsty, I promise it has a happy ending – so check that out if you like!

Thanks for reading, and remember to REVIEW!

Em xoxo