A hand shook his shoulder. Blaine's unfocused eyes scanned over a tall figure that Blaine guessed had to be Finn. "Blaine, dude. What happened?"

Blaine turned away from him not wanting to speak. He was too exhausted and there was no way he'd be able to relive the worst moments of his life.

Blaine knew he should respond to Finn's questions and worried attempts at getting his attention but all he could think about was how Kurt was gone. He would never get to pick out furniture with Kurt for their apartment. They would never get a dog or travel Europe together or kiss on New Years in Times Square. Kurt had been his everything.

"He won't move, what do I do? Should I carry him or call someone?" Blaine guessed he must have been talking to Rachel. I was clear that Finn was worried but Blaine didn't even feel bad that he was the cause. Kurt had just stormed off with Blaine's whole heart and every feeling he'd been capable.

Finn pried Blaine's phone from the pocket of the cardigan and scrolled though his contacts. Blaine tuned out the mumbled conversation.

Finn awkwardly scooped Blaine up by the shoulders and led him down the street. Blaine heard him mumble something about Blaine being drunk as he asked the doorman of a hotel to call him a cab.

Blaine hadn't reacted to anything. He let Finn pull him into the cab and drag him down a street. Blaine hadn't even considered that he had nowhere to go. He focused on the sleeve of his cardigan. Normally he never would have allowed himself to smear snot and tears on his favorite cardigan. He would never be able to wear it ever again anyway. His entire outfit would only make him relive this night.

Soon the cab pulled over and Finn paid before dragging him like a rag doll from the cab as he apologized to the driver. A deep and familiar voice was asking what happened. Blaine recognized it as Cooper and his mind struggled to understand why Cooper was there.

"Blaine, look at me," Cooper commanded firmly.

Blaine's eyes rose to Cooper's face but his expression remained unchanged.

"Is he drunk?" Cooper asked.

"No, he and Kurt—"

Blaine stopped listening at the mention of the most wonderful part of his former life. Back when things mattered and Blaine didn't want to disappear.

"Come on buddy," Cooper's arm wound around his shoulders and pulled him up to his New York apartment.

Blaine didn't remember much after that. He vaguely remembered crashing on Cooper's couch in his clothes and Cooper covering him in a blanket and trying to talk to him before giving up and heading to bed.

The moment Blaine woke up, he regretted it. Thankfully his sleep had been dreamless and he wished for nothing more than escape from the memories of last night.

"Good morning sleeping beauty," Cooper gently teased as he held out a mug of hot coffee. Blaine took it but his arms felt heavy and dragged the mug to his lap.

"We can talk when you're ready B," Cooper rubbed soothing circles on Blaine's back.

Blaine forced himself to nod as he stared into the dark liquid in his mug. He set the mug on the coffee table and pushed it away. Coffee reminded him of Kurt. Hell, everything reminded him of Kurt. Kurt has become such a big part of him that he knew already that every moment he was awake he would be flooded with memories and thoughts of Kurt.

Blaine laid himself down again and drifted off into a deep sleep. He awoke much later to Cooper's voice arguing on the phone.

"No, he's a mess. I can't send him on a plane; he's barely coherent. I'll take care of him and send him back as soon as he gets over the worst."

Blaine tried to pull the blanket over his head to muffle the noise but it was no use.

"Of course you don't understand. Blaine's an artist. We feel things so much more deeply than others do. He hasn't spoken but I'm going to wake him up and make him eat something soon. He's been out for a while now…. Yes, I promise to take care of him. Ok, bye Mom."

Cooper hung up and Blaine heard Cooper's phone skid across the counter.

Blaine was frozen but as Cooper peeled back the blanket, Blaine looked at Cooper for the first time since he'd gotten there.

Cooper gave a pained half smile.

"I got you some cream of mushroom soup. It's not Mom's but it's from the place down the street and I promise it's good."

Blaine just stared blankly at him.

"Come on, B, you need to eat."

Blaine shook his head and tried to turn away but Cooper would have none of that.

"Please B, eat some for me? Just a few bites and then you can go back to sleep, I promise."

Blaine's eyes filled with new tears but he still couldn't speak. Cooper lifted him up so he was sitting up and brushed the fallen tears from his cheeks. Cooper was a good brother when it counted and Blaine knew he should tell him that but the words were lost in his throat. Just like warblers whom stop singing when they lose their mate, Blaine no longer wanted to speak.

Cooper stirred the soup around a little and then lifted it up to Blaine's mouth. It took a few moments for Blaine to react and open his mouth. The spoon passed his lips but Blaine didn't taste anything and he was grateful not to.

Kurt had made him mushroom soup after his surgery and spent the entire weekend having a movie musical marathon with Blaine as he caught him up on all the gossip. Kurt had insisted on feeding him even though Blaine was perfectly capable of doing it himself. It had made his insides squirm that Kurt had loved him so much and Blaine fell just a little bit harder for him.

"Now you have to swallow, B" Cooper reminded him. Blaine was kind of surprised that Cooper hadn't acknowledged the innuendo and refrained from saying 'that's what he said.' He appreciated Cooper's sudden maturity.

Blaine let Cooper feed him two more spoonfuls before he turn his head away and laid back down.

"Ok B, that's enough for now. You'll get through this,"

Blaine turned away and let himself get swept back into unconsciousness.