A/N: Hello, hello, hello my lovelies! Sorry once again it's been so long, I just got finished with my school play, and now we've began rehearsals for the school musicals! Busy, busy, busy! Why am I being so repetitive? I dunno.

Anyhow, I hope you guys like this chapter… I'll try to get the next one up within the next week, but I have practices every day this week, so I don't know… Luckily, I do have a longer weekend, so fingers crossed I get it done with that time, though I have started learning the piano, and I'm always really pooped so… OKAY! Enough excuses! Let's get this show on the road!

DISCLAIMER: I am do not own Glee, I am but a fangirl.

Chapter 13

Kurt never saw it coming.

Honestly, he didn't think any of them had. Yet, here they were, standing by the door as Mr. Anderson yelled, his hand wrapped firmly around Blaine's upper arm. Kurt couldn't fully comprehend what was going on, it was all sort of a blur. Everything from the time Mr. Anderson showed up at the door, to what Kurt was watching now, had played out like a movie in slow motion, and before Kurt had the time to mentally grasp the situation at hand, Blaine was being pulled down the driveway to his father's car.

Kurt stood and watched blankly, only half aware of what was happening, until the car started and was put in reverse.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted, walking onto the porch, "Blaine!" Hr had wanted to run to the car and beat the windows until he had Blaine back with him, but all he could do was struggle against his father's hold. "What the hell, dad? What are you doing? He has Blaine!" Kurt cried, finally yanking free of his father's grasp. But it was too late; the car had already pulled out of the drive and was zooming down the street.

Kurt whirled around on Burt, Carole, and Finn, who all stood in the doorway with sad eyes.

"You did this! You let him go! You let him down! Blaine trusted you, I trusted you, and you let him go!" Kurt practically screamed, tears falling down his face. "He can't stay with him, the man's unstable!"

Burt walked over to Kurt and put a hand on the boys shoulder, "There's nothing I could do, son. We can't tell Mr. Anderson anything, he is the legal guardian of Blaine."

Burt wrapped his arms around his son, and Kurt let his head fall onto the man's shoulders, letting his tears to fall freely.

It had been a week since Kurt had heard anything from Blaine. A week. He didn't call, he didn't text, and he hadn't gone to school. Kurt was getting worried. Is he alright? Did something happen? He'd been worried about the boy, constantly texting and calling his phone. But he never answered. So Kurt was surprised when Blaine showed up the following Monday.

He had been touching his hair up a bit at his locker that morning when he felt a shift in the air in the hall. Everyone had completely stopped what they were doing, staring at the glass doors in silence. Kurt put his hairspray away and looked around in confusion before he faced the door. His jaw practically dropped when he saw Blaine standing there in his leather jacket, white tee, ripped skinnies, and biker boots.

"What the hell are you all staring at?" Blaine yelled, his voice echoing through the hall.

Many jumped at his words, and people began to scatter away or continue on with what they were doing. Kurt stood there gaping as Blaine got closer. He wanted to say so many things, but nothing would come out of his mouth.

"Close your mouth, Sweetheart, there's not enough time for a BJ. Class calls," Blaine said with a wink as he walked passed him.

Kurt snapped out of his frozen state and gasped, "What the hell?" He said to himself before turning around, "Blaine!" He called, going after him, "Blaine, wait a second!"

Kurt sped up, trying desperately to catch up, but after maneuvering through a large group of gossiping girls, he had lost sight of the curly haired boy.

What just happened?

The scene from that morning had been playing on a constant repeat in Kurt's head all day. Why had Blaine acted that way? He was acting just like before! Kurt thought he had changed! His friends had been asking him questions all day.

"Are you alright?"

"What's up with Blaine?"

Kurt would give a short response about how he was fine and he didn't know what was up, but it hurt him so much more than he let on. His chest had been hurting all day, like an invisible sword had been jabbed into his heart. He didn't know why it came as so much of a surprise; he'd been expecting this for a while now. He just figured since it hadn't happened yet, that it wouldn't at all. Clearly he was mistaken.

He walked out to the parking lot and started towards his car, only to notice the shiny black motorcycle just a few spaces away from his car. He didn't see Blaine around, so he walked up to the bike and stood beside it. He waited for about three and a half minutes before he spotted Blaine's slightly gelled, dark brown curls making their way over to where Kurt stood beside the bike. Kurt thought he saw a flash of pain cross Blaine's features when the boy noticed him standing there, but if he had, Blaine gotten rid of it quickly, and hid it well with his original sexy smirk.

"What's up, babe?" He asked, stopping just in front of Kurt, his breath hitting Kurt in the face. The coiffed boy shivered, and held in a sigh. He had missed the scent of Blaine; Musk, mint, Axe, and a small hint of cigarette smoke, which Kurt discovered, wasn't from Blaine, but from where Blaine sat when he skipped classes. He sat behind the bleachers on the football field, which was the same hangout for both the skanks and the stoners. Kurt shook his head from the thoughts clouding his head and stared at Blaine.

"'What's up, babe?' Seriously Blaine, are you kidding me? What is up with you today? What happened?" Kurt said, practically exploding with frustration, "I don't get it! I don't get a text, or a call, nothing to tell me you're okay, and then you show up at school—a week later— and go back to acting like a dick? What is wrong with you?"

Blaine stood there watching Kurt the whole time with that same smirk. His eyes flickered between nothing and pain, but the changed were so short that they were barely noticeable. When Kurt had finished his rant he stood there staring back at the curly haired boy, his breath coming out in short, rapid spurts, and his heart thundering in his chest.

"Listen, Sweetheart, this is who I am. I never gave a shit, I never will give a shit, and you're painfully wrong if you thought differently. I don't care about you, or about anyone else," he said, and Kurt could feel his heart shattering slowly, crumbling to pieces in his chest. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

Blaine pushed past Kurt, who stood frozen in place, his eyes stinging and blinking rapidly. No, he-he couldn't mean that. Blaine did care. He told me he cared. Kurt watched Blaine's bike come to life before it pulled out of the spot and tore from the lot. Kurt swore he could feel the last small piece of his heart crumble as Blaine's bike disappeared from sight. As soon as it did, Kurt let the tears that he had been holding with great difficulty, fall.

Please. Come back.

"How you feeling, Boo?" Mercedes asked him as they pushed through the crowded halls on the way to glee.

After his encounter with Blaine the day before, Kurt had called Mercedes over to his house, telling her everything that had happened. The night was filled with talking, watching movies, eating junk food, and Kurt crying on Mercedes' shoulder several times. Kurt really fought with himself this morning. Part of him didn't want to come to school at all, but part of him knew he couldn't run from his problems. Plus, New Directions were currently readying themselves for Sectionals, and he couldn't let them down by skipping school.

"I'm okay," he lied, faking a smile and keeping his eyes focused in front of him rather than looking at Mercedes. Although she didn't buy it, she didn't press him, she only nodded and they continued their walk to the Glee room in silence. Once in the choir room they both took their seats beside each other in the first row.

Kurt pretty much knew Blaine wouldn't show up to the meeting, but he still found himself perking up and staring at the door as it began to open, only to reveal Mr. Schue. As soon as the man walked in, Kurt's last sliver of hope was crushed, and the boy slumped back into his chair.

"Okay guys, are we ready to start rehearsing? We have to be ready t-" Mr. Schuester stopped midsentence when he saw Kurt's hand raised in the air. "Yes, Kurt?"

"Mr. Schuester, I understand that now isn't really the time, but could I maybe sing something before we start?" Kurt seemed to have a lot on his mind, and Mr. Schuester saw that the boy had really been struggling with his thoughts this past week.

"Sure, Kurt. Go ahead," he said, motioning to the space around him, "The floor's all yours."

Kurt got up from his chair and walked to the spot Mr. Schuester had just been standing. He quietly thanked the man before turning to the band and telling them his song. It was a song Kurt knew they could play since he'd heard them practice it one day when he was walking past the band room to lunch. He'd looked up the song when he'd gotten home, and, despite the fact the song wasn't like Kurt's usual taste, he fell in love with it instantly. With everything going on with Blaine at the moment, Kurt felt that the song really suited his feelings.

He turned back to the group, who were all looking at him in confusion, and gave a small, faked smile, "I'm going to dedicate this to someone-" Kurt looked to the door, he wished Blaine would just walk through the open door and grab him into a kiss and tell him that he missed him and he was sorry, but he didn't. Kurt looked back to the group and sighed, "Someone who isn't here right now," he finished lamely before motioning at the band to start playing.

So you can find me locked up tight in my room tonight

I'm reading warning signs, rewriting all my lines

I won't be giving up, 'till you're giving in boy

But you won't take my hand...

Kurt sent a quick glance at the empty doorway as he sang, his heart crumpling a bit more in disappointment as he did.

So I'll be asking you,

How high when you tell me to jump

And I'll say how fast when you tell me to run

And I'll say how long when you tell me to wait for you

And that's what I'm gonna do.

And as the room is flooded in bare moonlight

We're dreaming all the time, when I can call you mine

I won't be giving up, 'till you're giving in

But you won't take my hand...

Kurt could almost feel Blaine's hand in his as he sang, the memory of the feeling brought tears to his eyes. He wished he could feel the boy's hand in his once more, he wished he could change everything that had happened in Blaine's life and make things okay again. But he couldn't. This brought another wave of tears to his eyes, and Kurt tried desperately to hold everything in as he sang.

So I'll be asking you,

How high when you tell me to jump

And I'll say how fast when you tell me to run

And I'll say how long when you tell me to wait for you

And that's what I'm gonna do.

Don't say, say that you're still afraid

'Cause your lips give you away

And your body does the same

So I'll be asking you...

How high when you tell me to jump

And I'll say how fast when you tell me to run

And I'll say how long when you tell me to wait for you

'Cause that's what I'll do...

How high when you tell me to jump

And I'll say how fast when you tell me to run

And I'll say how long when you tell me to wait for you

And that's what I'm gonna do.

Yeah oh oh oh

And that's what I'm gonna do.

Kurt stood quietly in the middle of the floor, looking down at his feet when the song ended. Silence followed and Kurt looked up with tears in his bright blue eyes. That's when the whole glee club rose from their chairs and engulfed Kurt in a giant hug.

Blaine stepped away from the side of the doorway, slowly retreating as soon as the song was over. His heart clenched up as he heard Kurt sniffling as he cried. Why had he let this happen to Kurt? Blaine had always known he was bad news, yet he'd allowed Kurt to fall for him, and allowed himself to fall for Kurt, and now Kurt was hurt, and Blaine couldn't do anything about it.

If you date that boy, I swear to God that I'll kill him, Blaine. Don't even think about going back, they don't want you. They don't care about you. All they do is pity you. You're a fucking charity case, kid. No one cares about you, and no one ever will. You are useless, and disgusting.

His father's words echoed through his head. He knew the man was wrong about Kurt not caring, he knew Kurt cared, and that's why he couldn't let his father hurt him. He couldn't put Kurt in that kind of danger; he'd hate himself even more if he ever did. That's why he'd had to end it with the boy. His heart broke into a million tiny pieces when he had. Yesterday when he told Kurt he didn't care, Blaine swore he could feel the last small piece of his heart crumble.

He began running from down the hallway now. He couldn't stand hear and listen to Kurt's cries any longer, it all hurt too much. He wanted so badly to walk through the door and grab Kurt into his arms and kiss the boy senseless and tell him how sorry he was and how much he missed him, but he couldn't. Anger was boiling in his blood as Blaine ran through the door and hopped onto his bike.

He had to do something, and quick.

Song used in this chapter is Wait For You by Artist Vs Poet! (Which I ALSO do not own.)

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