"Ready B?" Cooper called from the other side of the bathroom door as Blaine was getting dressed.

Instead of answering, Blaine opened the door and nodded. He didn't feel like speaking but he knew he should acknowledge Cooper since he was being amazingly nice to him.

"Blaine, you forgot your clothes," Cooper pointed to the dirty clothes on the floor.

"I don't want them anymore," Blaine replied. His own voice sounded dead.

"Ok, then let's go," Cooper's voice was gentle and Blaine made a mental note to give Cooper the best thank you gift for not prodding further. Cooper really was a good brother.

Cooper carried Blaine's things for him as Blaine shuffled behind him.

Blaine didn't remember much from the journey to the airport but suddenly Cooper was pushing a few twenties into his hand and guiding him towards the line to go through security.

"Coop," Blaine shook his head and tried to give back the money but Cooper just held up his hands and stepped back.

"Just take it, B. You can buy yourself something to eat,"

Blaine tried to smile but he must have failed miserably because Coop was suddenly hugging him tightly.

"I can buy a ticket and fly with you, if you want. Do you want me to? I'm worried about you,"

"I'll be ok," Blaine croaked. He didn't want to inconvenience Cooper any more than he already had.

"I love you, Blaine. I know it's hard but it'll get easier. Call or text me when you land and we can skype tonight."

Blaine nodded and hugged Cooper back.

"Thanks for everything," he sighed.

"You're my little brother. I'd do anything for you." Cooper tried to keep his voice light but Blaine could see the worry and sadness behind his eyes. Cooper left knowing what he had to do.

Security lines usually stressed Blaine out and left him in a ball of clumsy, nervous energy but today he moved slowly through removing his shoes and jacket. Blaine could hear the frustrated sighs of people behind him but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Despite only having ten minutes before his plane was scheduled to board, Blaine walked slowly to his gate. He knew under normal circumstances he would be sprinting but he couldn't make his body move faster even if he'd wanted to.

Blaine honestly tried to smile at the flight attendants but the muscles in his face wouldn't move. Blaine was glad to have a window seat and he drifted off into a fitful sleep before the plane even took off.

"Look Blaine, what don't you understand? I'm over you," Kurt's words were matter of fact and unamused. Kurt waved his hand dismissively as he texted someone with a small smile on his lips. Blaine hated the way Kurt was biting his bottom lip and the devilish smirk he was directing to the recipient. That was the look that Kurt had always had when he and Blaine used to send flirty texts to one another from across the room during classes or when surrounded by friends. Santana always called it nauseating and now Blaine understood why.

"So goodbye Blaine, have a nice life," Kurt called over his shoulder as he turned his back to Blaine.

"Kurt! Wait! Don't go! Please don't go! Kurt, you promised you'd never say goodbye to me," Blaine pleaded

"Things change, Blaine," Kurt called over his shoulder as be began to walk away,"

Blaine was being shaken back into consciousness by a nice looking middle aged woman.

"It's ok dear, it was just a dream," she patted his shoulder.

Blaine took deep breaths and wiped at his face. He gave the woman a watery smile and accepted the cup of water she offered him.

"We're landing soon anyway," she winked at him.

"Thanks, Blaine's voice scratch out.

The woman handed his a pile of tissues and Blaine took them gratefully took them to blow his nose. His normally dapper persona would have been embarrassed by the state of his appearance but the new Blaine was not concerned about what others thought of him. He had no one to impress anymore.

"Whatever it is, it'll pass and just make you a stronger person," she offered.

Blaine nodded into the stack of tissues. He appreciated her attempts to comfort him without prying. On a flight to Ohio it was never certain whether or not a person would be homophobic or not.

"Here I'll take those," she held her hand out for the used tissues.

Blaine look at her stunned, "It's ok, I can throw them away," he managed.

"Nonsense, I'm a mom," she said as she pried the tissues from his fist. "I've dealt with worse. Bullying, broken hearts, you name it and I've been there. I'm Diana, by the way," she offered another warm smile.

"Thank you, I'm Blaine."

"It's nice to meet you, Blaine. I can tell you are very kind, old soul."

Compliments like that should not make Blaine want to break down again but he fought against the new lump in his throat. He nodded again and let out a shaky breath.

Diana patted his arm where it lay across the armrest and turned away from Blaine to give him some privacy.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later they started their descent. Blaine couldn't wait to get home, collapse on his bed and hopefully never wake up.

"You take care, ok honey?" Diana looked deep into his eyes. He had no idea why she cared so much about him but it was a nice gesture. He didn't deserve this kindness but it felt nice, nonetheless.