Blaine watch from afar as Kurt scooped up a four year old girl with chestnut brown curls and Kurt's eyes. Kurt was looking at her with the same admiration and love that had once been reserved for Blaine. At least he was happy. That was all that should matter, right? They were in a park that Blaine recognized from his childhood.
The little girl with Kurt pointed to the swings. "Daddy, please," she begged.
"Next time baby girl, we have to get home to Papa. It's getting late but we can come back tomorrow," Kurt kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into his chest. This was just like what Blaine had pictured for his life with Kurt when they had a family.
Blaine followed them closely but neither of them seemed to notice him. After a few blocks they reached a house. Blaine quietly slipped in behind Kurt as he put the little girl down and turned to close the door.
"Papa!" the little girl cried and ran into the next room. Blaine worried about what he would find. Kurt would no doubt be married to a super model or someone much better than Blaine.
Kurt smiled and followed in the direction that the little girl had run off in. Blaine did not want to let Kurt out of his sight so he followed right behind.
Kurt led him into a bright kitchen where a tall man was holding the little girl as she recounted every moment of their time at the park.
"Alice Elizabeth, why don't you go wash your hands so we can eat dinner and then you can tell Papa more about the park, ok sweetie?" Kurt suggested.
Blaine was taken aback. His heart felt newly crushed. This could not be happening. Alice Elizabeth was the name they had picked out together for their daughter. That was supposed to be his family with Kurt.
The man put the little girl down and she scurried away. He turned around and Blaine felt sick to his stomach. "Hey babe," Sebastian sneered as he made his way to Kurt. Blaine wanted to scream as Sebastian wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed him hard. After what felt like too long, Kurt pulled away and touched their foreheads together with a smile.
"I love you, Sebastian. You are the one for me. I'm so happy," Kurt gushed.
Blaine awoke with a gasp. He was sweating and he felt sick. He tried to take deep breaths and wait for it to pass but it was no use, he promptly turned his head and threw up all over the floor beside the couch.
Suddenly Cooper was there rubbing his back and telling him to let it all out. Blaine was still crying as Cooper half carried him to the kitchen table and brought him a glass of water. Cooper left him to clean up Blaine's vomit from the floor as Blaine tried to remind himself that it was only a dream. Maybe he had done the right thing. Kurt had looked so happy.
"Drink," Cooper ordered when he returned fifteen minutes later.
Blaine forced himself to comply. His hand shook as he lifted the glass to his lips. He was parched and quickly gulped down the rest of the glass. Cooper refilled it and he drank that too.
"Do you want to talk about your dream?" Cooper asked.
"He was so… happy. He was so happy without me," the scratchiness of Blaine's voice surprised him.
Cooper didn't even need to ask who Blaine was referring to.
"But it was just a dream. That doesn't mean that it's true. B, he loves you," Cooper insisted.
Blaine looked at the clock; it was four in the morning.
"I'm gonna make some coffee and then you're going to start from the beginning."
Blaine nodded despite the fact the Cooper's back was turned and he couldn't see him. Blaine took a shaky breath and waited for Cooper to get back.
Cooper listened without interrupting though his brow furrowed. When Blaine finished Cooper was silent for a moment and then sighed.
"Well you're an idiot," Cooper stated.
"What?" Blaine was stunned. After all he'd been through, Cooper was insulting him. Talk about rubbing salt into this wounds.
"Why are you throwing everything away? Yes long distance is a bitch but it doesn't mean that you have to be over."
"But Coop, I hate it. I miss him all the time and I can't hold him back anymore," Blaine argued.
"Take some time to really think this through but I know you're making a mistake."
"Coop, I need to go home. I just can't stay here in New York without thinking about him or wondering where he is and what he's doing."
"Then let's take you to the airport," Cooper's tone made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's four in the morning and I missed my flight," Blaine protested.
"So let's get you on the next one little brother."
As Cooper took out his computer and started comparing flights, Blaine was suddenly hit with a thought. "All my stuff is still at his and Rachel's place," Blaine whispered.
"No I've got it. I had Finn bring it over during your hibernation so you wouldn't have to go back there," Cooper replied without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Thanks," Blaine mumbled as tears threatened escape his eyes. He was so touched that Cooper had thought ahead and was being so nice to him. Blaine did not deserve this kindness. He'd hurt Kurt. He'd hurt Kurt and that was worse than anything he'd ever done. Kurt didn't deserve to be hurt. He was such a good person. He'd gotten enough shit growing up in Lima but he was still the most kind hearted and accepting person Blaine had ever met.
"There's a flight at 8am. Get in the shower and we can stop for breakfast on the way to the airport." Cooper nudged him with his elbow. Blain was pulled back from his trace.
Cooper led him to bathroom and placed a towel on the closed lid of the toilet. "Use whatever you need B, there should be an extra toothbrush in the cabinet too," Cooper added.
Blaine nodded in acknowledgement. Blaine turned on the water and peeled off his clothes. He caught a look of himself in the mirror and hardly recognized himself. Dark bags hung low under his eye making him look terminally ill. His eyes were bloodshot and rubbed red. Blaine forced himself to look away as steam from the shower clouded the mirror.
Blaine stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind him. The scalding water provided both a comfort and a welcome pain. Blaine supposed he should be grateful to be feeling anything at all at this point. He wanted nothing more than to wash away the events of the past few days and go back to the time when he felt whole and happy. Blaine was too exhausted to cry any more but he let out quiet dry sobs as he ran a bar of soap over his skin and through his hair. Blaine just did not care anymore. He mourned the loss of not only the most intense love he'd ever felt but the part of him that would always belong to Kurt.
Blaine was lost. He didn't know who he was anymore. What would happen when he got back to McKinley? Surely the Glee club would side with Kurt. He'd been one of the original members. He dreaded the thought of school.
The steam felt suffocating. The wet, hot air, stuck in his throat and Blaine gasped for air. He turned off the water and scrambled out of the shower to escape the steam that seemed to follow him and choke him. He coughed and rasped as he splashed cold water on his face and gripped the cold tile of the silk.
Once he caught his breath, Blaine cleared his sore throat and grabbed the towel. He rubbed it roughly over his face. He knew Kurt would be scolding him for being so rough with his skin and shoving moisturizers in face if he were there but Blaine had to remind himself that Kurt wasn't a part of his life anymore. Blaine signed deeply with his face still buried in the towel. He removed it, wrapped it tightly around his waist and went to go look for his bag for a change of clothes.
He didn't want to wear any of the clothes he'd brought. Every outfit was specifically picked out based upon Kurt's favorite colors on him or items picked out by Kurt himself. Blaine closed his eyes and picked the first items he touched. Kurt would have made fun of him for this mix of colors but Blaine put them on anyway. This was not going to be easy.