Author's note:

Oooooooohhhh ssshhhhiiiiiit. It's the chapter... kind of.

Warnings and Disclaimers: Graphic violence, death, harsh behavior towards the gay community, language, sensuality/I don't own Glee, Klaine, Niff, or Wevid.

Blaine held back tears as he tried to finish up his test. He just couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. He couldn't stop thinking about the conversation Kurt had with Wes that morning. He couldn't stop thinking about Kurt breaking up with him, about how Kurt was confused about his feelings towards Blaine… and how

Kurt felt that Blaine was suffocating him. How he was breaking Kurt down every time they fought. Those words flipped the situation around in his mind. He hadn't really paid attention to the way he had been treating Kurt. Now that he looked back, as much as he wanted to believe he fought out of love, it seemed like Blaine fought more for the sake of fighting and winning. He replayed each fight in his mind and it seemed like he was being possessive over Kurt.

He couldn't remember one strand of longing, or jealousy, or love being plucked in his heart when he recalled the fights. He just remembered fighting for something that felt like… property. Of course Blaine loved Kurt. He cared a lot for Kurt. But lately, he's been desperate. When the day ends, he would have to go back to Brennan Hall and face Kurt. And he was not ready to lose the one thing that really mattered to him the most.

Blaine was about to snap his pencil out of frustration. Frustration with the test and with himself.

C'mon, Blaine, you've got three questions left. Don't flunk the test. Answer them, you stupid bastard, Blaine thought to himself.

After 4 minutes, Blaine finally finished his test. He turned it in to Mr. Cooper, who didn't acknowledge him. He just stayed consumed in reading his book with his feet up on his desk.

When class got out 20 minutes later, Blaine gathered up his things and left the room with Michael.

"Did you finish?" Michael asked Blaine.

"Yes." He replied quietly.

Michael groaned. "Blaine, lighten up. You guys are gonna make up soon enough. You always do."

"Yeah, but not this time," Blaine said. He tugged Michael's arm and led him over to an empty corner away from the stream of students in the hallway. Blaine breathed deeply before continuing. "This morning, I—I overheard Wes and Kurt talking in the kitchen. Kurt told Wes that he was gonna b-break up with me."

Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes against the tears.

Michael was taken aback. It couldn't have been Kurt who Blaine heard, he thought. Kurt? Kurt Elizabeth Hummel? The guy who shared a room with him, who had Blaine as his laptop desktop? Who would smile every time he heard Blaine's name? Who was so convinced that he and Blaine would get married in New York while he would pursue fashion and his dream to be on Broadway? That Kurt? It couldn't have been…

But then again, Kurt's voice is very distinct. No one else on the campus—that Michael knows of—sounds like Kurt, let alone someone in Tiger Hall.

"But… I don't understand…?" Michael finally said.

Blaine shook his head and sniffed. "It doesn't matter now. His mind's made up. He sounded so… so sure when he… he—" Blaine let out a quiet sob.

Michael didn't know whether to hug him, comfort him, or slap him. He finally decided to take Blaine to his next class and away from the curious eyes of the quickly thinning hallway.

Michael was just about to lead Blaine away when everyone heard it.