Thank you so much for all the positive feedback. I wasn't sure how the first story would be received and was really happy that you guys liked it. Due to popular request, I wrote another chapter. It's a Blaine POV and centerd around another Amy Winehouse song. I hope you like it. Sorry for any mistakes, I know there were a BUNCH in the last one. I never see them until it's too late. I'm not sure if I'll write another one after this…

And no, I do not own Glee.

It's OK in the day,

I'm staying busy

Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder

'Where is he?'

Blaine Anderson was going to fail this math test. He tried to concentrate, but his mind was elsewhere. Kurt. He kept picturing his face from last night: hurt, stained with tears. And it was all Blaine's fault.

He ripped his mind away from Kurt and attempted to focus on the test. 'With the above substitution, the given integral is given by b f(g(x)) g'(x) dx = g(a)g(b) f(u) du = In what follows K is a constant of integration which is added in the final result. Evaluate the integral' The question may as well have been written in French.

French. Kurt spoke wonderful French. He wondered if Kurt had gotten the flowers. Did he remember that they were the same red and yellow roses that he had got Blaine to congratulate him on the role of Tony? Blaine wondered if Kurt had called him back. Blaine had already called five times. Kurt hadn't answered once.

The bell rang. Blaine sighed, stood up, handed in his half-finished test and walked out of the room. He hurried to his locker, spun the combination, and opened it quickly. He tried not to look at the pictures of him and Kurt on the inside of the locker door as he grabbed his bag. He wasn't sure if he should take the pictures down. He wasn't even sure if they were broken up.

Blaine slammed the door and leaned against the wall. He fished his phone out of his satchel. 'No new messages' the screen announced when he unlocked it. Blaine sighed and pressed the call button. Kurt didn't pick up. It wasn't a surprise.

"You really are never going to answer the phone," Blaine said into Kurt's voicemail. "But call me back, if you get a chance. When you can."

Got so sick of crying,

So just lately

When I catch myself I do a one-eighty

I stay up, clean the house

At least I'm not drinking

Blaine wasn't surprised when he walked into the choir room and saw Finn Hudson sitting on the bleachers. "Hey," Finn said, looking up at him. Was Finn mad at him too? Probably. It felt like the whole world was against him.

"Um," Blaine started, "By the time I got up, you were already gone. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."

"Why'd you do that to him?" Finn asked after a pause.

The question hit Blaine like a ton of bricks. Why did he? Because he was alone and angry and stupid. Because he was a horrible person. Because- because- "I don't know," Blaine said. "I just… there's no excuse, he won't talk to me. I don't even know if we're broken up."

Finn just looked at him. Blaine wasn't sure if it was with disgust or sympathy.

"Finn, dude, what's up," Sam called, entering the choir room.

Finn got up to reminisce with his buddies and Blaine retreated to the back of the choir room.

Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking

That silent sense of content that everyone gets

Just disappears as soon as the sun sets

After Glee ended, Blaine really didn't want to go home. He didn't want to walk into his bedroom that was full of pictures of him and Kurt or sit on his bed without Kurt beside him. He wanted a time machine. He wanted to take everything he'd done back. He wanted to die.

Blaine got in his car and started to drive. He didn't know where he was going; he just had to go somewhere. He got onto Route 33 and sped off, southbound down the highway. He turned the radio on and it blasted Pink's Perfect. The fates were obviously aspiring for his misery. He turned off the radio and kept driving in silence.

"So, we're gonna be alright?"

"Yes. We're gonna be alright. I told you I'm never saying goodbye to you. We'll figure out this whole long-distance relationship thing. I promise."

Blaine took out his phone again and called Kurt. Again, he didn't answer. And Blaine wasn't sure that he could blame him. "I honestly have no idea why I'm still expecting you to pick up," Blaine said into the message box. "I get it, I suck. If I were you I probably wouldn't answer either. But Kurt, I'm so, so sorry. I'll stop calling for today. Maybe I'll try tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just wait for you to call me. When you're ready. I lov… 'Bye Kurt."

It hurt. It hurt to accept that Kurt was probably done with him. It hurt to be unable to even talk to him. It hurt to not be sure if he was even allowed to love him anymore.

He's fierce in my dreams,

Sees in my guts, he fills me with dread,

So consumed, he swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him, room spinning

And I wake up alone

Eli was a friend of a friend, an ex-warbler who'd since graduated, but unlike some of us Eli had chosen to stick around Ohio. Eli was nothing special. He was good looking, but not especially attractive. He had an okay voice, but it was nothing compared to Kurt. No one was anywhere near as good as Kurt. At anything.

Blaine had no idea what had possessed him to go over to Eli's two nights ago. He'd never even met Eli in person. They'd just Facebook chatted a few times. But somewhere, deep in the darkest trenches of Blaine's mind, something had said to him, "Yeah, that'll show Kurt. Teach him to ignore you. Go, do it." And the rational part was so hurt and sad and alone that it didn't even try to stop him. So he did it, sort of. They didn't do much. They kissed a few times, and a bit more, but that was it.

"This is cheating, Kurt!"

"Talk to me! Tell me that you're unhappy, but don't cheat on me."

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," Blaine said, sitting up on Eli's bed.

"Come on babe."

"No, I have to go!"

Blaine went home that night feeling guilty as hell. Every part of him wanted to call Kurt and tell him everything. He felt so bad. Wasn't he the one who had gotten angry about the texting that one kid from them music store thing. He remembered how he felt when Kurt had done that to him. And now he'd turned around and done the same thing, only worse. Much, much worse. He was horrible.

He had a hard time falling asleep that night. And when he finally did, he slept restlessly and woke up alone.

If I was my heart, I'd rather be restless

Sick and I stop, the sleep catches up and I'm breathless

There's this ache in my chest as my day is done now

The dark covers me and I cannot run now

Blaine pulled into the Dalton Academy parking lot and stared at the building in front of him. He knew it so well. He missed it so much. He got out of the car and started walking. It was about six o'clock so all the boys were at dinner. It was quiet, almost eerie on the empty campus. The dark clouds circling above added to the effect. Blaine walked past the main building and through the yard.

When he got to the single dead tree, he stopped. There was bedazzled plaque underneath it. 'Pavarotti: 2010- 2011' Blaine just stared at it. He was there when Kurt had made that plaque. Its creation had been interrupted by their first kiss.

"What's that?"

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket."

"Well finish up, I've have the perfect song for our number and we should practice."

How could he have messed up what they had? They were perfect for each other and Blaine had destroyed it all with one stupid mistake, one fatal fault. Blaine took out his phone. He needed to talk to Kurt. He needed to tell him how sorry and horrible he was. He just needed him.

The call rang twice before Kurt ignored it. "Kurt I know I said I wasn't going to call you anymore, but I need you. I need you to answer the phone."

Blaine tried again. It went straight to voicemail that time. "Kurt, are we broken up? I don't even know. God, I'm so stupid. I'm such an idiot and I'm sorry."

My blood running cold, I stand before him

It's all I can do to assure him

When he comes to me, I drink for him tonight

Drowning me we bathe under blue light

Blaine couldn't remember the last time he had sobbed. He could remember the last time he'd cried; it was yesterday. But that horrible feeling where you start crying and can't stop and your entire body is overcome by this awful feeling and you just can't get rid of it. That feeling? Blaine couldn't remember the last time he'd had it. And now standing in front of the grave of the bird that had started so much, he started to bawl. He sank to the ground beside the dead canary and sobbed. And it felt like nothing would be happy again.

It started to rain. Damn Ohio weather. It wasn't pouring, it was just a light drizzle, as if the rain was too scared to face him head on. It just wanted to patter around him, torturing him.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there in the rain sobbing under a dead tree that doubled as the burial ground for a yellow canary. It seemed like an eternity before he convinced himself to walk back to his car. When he was finally out of the rain, he collapsed in the front seat.

He called again. Voicemail. "Kurt," Blaine started, trying to keep his voice steady. "I don't know why I expect you to answer the phone, but god, I just. I need you."

Blaine realized that Kurt didn't care. Kurt had stopped caring about him as soon as he'd left. He was big shot New Yorker now and compared to him Blaine was nothing. Why should Kurt care about him? But Blaine cared about Kurt. He loved him. He missed him. He needed him. And he wasn't there.

"Last time", Blaine whispered to himself. He called Kurt.

"You have reached the voicemail box of six-one-four-three-two-nine-zero-zero-one-three. To leave a message, press one nine or just wait for the tone. To leave a numeric page, press 5 now. Beep," the robot controlling Kurt's mailbox said. Blaine wished Kurt had set up a real voicemail so he could hear his voice.

Blaine could barely talk through the tears that were falling down his face. "God! I messed up, I know I- I- I messed up. But I love you and I'm so sorry… I'm sorry… I love you… I'm sorry… I love you."

Blaine hung up the phone and threw it into the back of the car. But what if Kurt called? He crawled after the phone and curled up in the back seat, phone pressed against his chest.

He's fierce in my dreams,

Sees in my guts, he fills me with dread,

So consumed, he swims in my eyes by the bed

Pour myself over him, room spinning

And I wake up alone

Blaine awoke to a faint buzzing noise. It took him a minute to remember where he was. Then it all came back to him. He must have fallen asleep. Blaine looked around the car, wondering how long he had been there. He felt something gently shaking in his hand. His phone was vibrating. He turned it over to see who was calling. It was probably his mother, wondering where the hell he was.

Kurt's picture was on the screen. Blaine's heart stopped. He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

"Kurt?"

And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone