Author's note:
This chapter is hella short. I wrote this a couple months ago so I didn't really notice. Sorry 'bout that.
Warnings and Disclaimers: Graphic violence, death, harsh behavior towards the gay community, language, sensuality/I don't own Glee, Klaine, Niff, or Wevid.
The awards ceremony started at 10 am.
Because of the awards, there were no morning classes. But still, Kurt woke up at the same time he does on normal school days. By 7:30 am, he had already done his skin regimen, styled his hair, and was dressed in uniform, minus the blazer. He hung his blazer on the back of one of the chairs at the kitchen counter as he fixed himself some coffee. While he sipped the coffee in the morning silence, he finally allowed himself to think things over.
At 8:30 am, Wes staggered into the kitchen, groggy and still in his sleepwear. He yawned, scratched the back of his head, and squinted through the bright kitchen lights. He did a double take at Kurt. He had been crying. Wes walked to Kurt's side and rubbed his back. "You gonna be okay, Kurt?"
Kurt choked out a short, breathy laugh and shook his head at himself. "Yeah, I will." He replied without looking up.
"When did you wake up? It's still pretty early for Golden Awards day."
"I woke up the usual time. I just needed to…" Kurt trailed off and stared blankly out the kitchen window that faced toward the main buildings and Murphy Hall. Kurt shook his head again and bit his lip. He looked over at Wes with a broken expression. "I-I think I'm gonna break up with Blaine." He finally said.
Wes's eyes widened in surprise. "Why? I mean, yeah, sure, you guys have been fighting a lot lately, but you guys always manage to make up…?"
"I know."
"So why are you gonna break up with him?"
"Cause when ever Blaine and I fight, it's always about the same thing. I feel like he doesn't trust me. I mean, I kind of see where he's kind of coming from with the whole Forrest thing, but if… if there's no trust, then why is there still a relationship?"
"There's a relationship because there's love."
Kurt shook his head. "I… I don't know anymore. I mean, I still care about him, but every time we fight, it feels like he's breaking me down. Grounding me into dust. Suffocating me. I just thought that if we're over, everything would be so much easier, you know?"
"But you can't do that to him, Kurt. He loves you too much."
"Sometimes when you love someone, you have to let them go." Kurt sighed.
Wes opened his mouth to plead some more, but he looked into Kurt's eyes. He could see that Kurt was done. The broken man was done. He had no more fight left in him, especially after what happened to him back in McKinley. He had been hit over and over again, and he was ready to shatter. Wes bit his lip. He didn't know what to say, so he just continued to rub Kurt's back as a tear rolled down Kurt's check.
All the while, Blaine Anderson sat on the floor against the wall, next to the kitchen entrance, hidden from sight.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt," he whispered, tears streaming from his eyes.