The loud conversations of the students, on how'd they had spend their weekend, filled the hallways, making an awful buzzing sound. I tried to close my eyes and tune out their voices, and for a while it seemed to work until the sound of the slamming of the lockers and the footsteps of students who made their way down the hallway rang loudly in my ears making my head throb more. I told you you should stay home, going to school with a hangover? you must be out of your mind. The voice in my head argued with me. Of course I needed to go to school, I needed to see him and I wanted to know what the hell happened last night.

After waiting for nearly an hour for Michael to show up after he supposedly answered a phone call, I had decided to leave and head back to his place, hoping I'd meet him there. I was pissed about him ditching me there like that. Whatever his reasons were, I hope they were good.

I grabbed the half empty bottle of tequila and decided it was time to go. I was about to go outside the room until I realized, I hadn't had a shirt on. I searched the room and to no success, I didn't find it. What I found whatever, was Michael's torn hoodie. Then it hit me. Michael also had taken my shirt with him. Shit. How was I suppose to go now?

"Yo, Jenner!" a loud voice called from behind me. The sound echoed in my ears and made me flinch. I shut my eyes tight and held my head as it ached. Fuck… I slowly turned around to give an impression I was okay. I tried to smile as I turned at whoever had called me.

"Hey…. Bryce…" I called back at the guy approaching me. It was Bryce Ross-Johnson, a 'friend' or so of mine. He came to me with an annoying smirk on his face as he ruffled his hand through his curly black hair. When I turned to face him, his eyes grew wide as he saw me.

"Dude… no offense, but you like crap today. What the hell happened to you?" He asked laughing. To think he was concerned, but no, he would jump on the chance to mock me, which came rarely and now he had his chance.

"I may look like crap, but I still look way better than you hands down." I said as I tried to laugh, only to cause my head throb more. I groaned and he suddenly eyed me suspiciously. He stared at me, eyeing me why I suddenly grimaced in pain.

"What's wrong wit-… wait a minute.. You got a hangover, don't you?" He exclaimed as he pointed at me accusingly. His loud voice attracted the attention of nearby students and they came to stare at me, giving me weird looks. I instantly gave Bryce a nasty look but he didn't seem to notice.

"Hey everybody… Blake Jenner here has a hangover!" He announced as he pointed at me. All the students in earshot came to stare at us to know what was the commotion about. They all stared at me, their eyes piercing through me, making me feel powerless under their gaze. I eyed the people staring, luckily no one I knew, well except one. There in a fair distance was Abraham, and he had a knowing smile on his face. Crap

I decided to step out of the room, shirtless, and walk over to Shawn who was busy handling some customers. As I walked to him, I could feel the stares of the people around me I bet wondering why the hell was this guy walking around without a shirt on, but I didn't actually care. I was kinda grateful I had a great body, now I don't want to sound cocky or douchy, but I was very comfortable with my body. I liked to work out a lot during my free time and admittedly, I was, a little vain about myself. So I knew, this people who were staring, either wanted to get it on with me, or wanted to have a body like mine. As I got to the bar where Shawn was tending, he greeted me with a smile, but I could sense he too was a little surprised to see me half undressed.

"Ah, Alexander, how can I help you?" He asked in that fatherly way he always used to talk me. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile in response. Shawn was a longtime family friend. He and my dad went to school together and over the years, they always kept in touch. Since Shawn didn't have any children, he treated me like I was his own son, which I didn't mind. He always looked out after me and always referred to me by my second name Alexander, claiming he was the one who came up with it, which my father just said to ignore. 'The Lounge' was where he and my dad always hung out and my dad would secretly take me here when I was a kid, and from then on, Shawn became my second father figure.

"Hey Shawn, I was just hoping… maybe I could borrow an old shirt of yours?" I asked.

"Oh, what happened to your… on second thought, I don't want to know… be right back" He said as he went inside the room at the back of the counter. I waited anxiously, drumming my fingers on the counter, being wary of the stares the people were giving me.

Suddenly a woman came over to me with a smirk on her face. "Hey there hot stuff…" she said. She was a hooker. I gave her a questioning look and arched an eyebrow at her. She was pretty though but I didn't came here for a hookup. She had blonde hair and icy blue eyes which kind of reminded me of Shanna.

Shanna… Thinking about her, I suddenly recalled how weird Michael acted when I mentioned her name back at his house, on how he vacantly stared into space. I tried to recall any incident that I may know of with Shanna and Michael together but all I could think of was when I had seen them together after me and Nellie came back from the school clinic. We had just came from Lily who was mysteriously assaulted to what Nellie and I believed and we ran into the two who were… what? Wait a second. Even then when I had met Michael, something was up with him… What did they do? I suddenly felt that something big was hidden here, something that happened between the two of them, but what?

I dragged Abraham by his arm to the boy's bathroom which was kinda a pain. He kept arguing and protesting which made my head ache as he kept on whining for me to let go of him. He couldn't break free though, Abe was a really lean guy and need I say more on how big my arms were?

Once we were inside the bathroom I eyed and made sure no one else was here, I checked every stall, and luckily, the coast was clear. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Abraham asked me once I let go of his arm. He adjusted the sleeve of the black jacket he wore and I eyed him, waiting for him to finish.

"Don't tell anyone else, please?" I begged and at this point I was growing already tired, I hadn't had much sleep last night, heck, I didn't even sleep last night. I closed my eyes shut and clasped my hand on my forehead and groaned. My head felt like it was about to explode.

"Tell anyone what? That you got a hangover?" He asked to which I just nodded. "As if I have to tell anyone. Anyone can tell Blake, all they have to do is look at you and unless they're stupid or innocent, they'd know something is up with you." He nagged at me. Abraham was probably my closest guy friend in Glee club. We were friends ever since I could remember, although we kinda had a rival-friend relationship, he was still one of I knew I could trust. Over the years though, our relationship went whack when we spent lesser time together and now, we ended up mocking each other when we had the chance, I slightly felt bad and sighed.

I looked in the mirror to see how I looked and he was right. I had bloodshot eyes and my hair was a mess. Under my eyes were purplish grey circles, and just my expression screamed hangover. I looked like a zombie, a good looking zombie though. I groaned again and this time, Abraham's annoyed expression turned soft.

"What happened to you last night? If you don't mind me asking that is.." He said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I took comfort in Abraham being concerned at me and I wondered if I should tell him what happened. "Wait, you were supposed to be with that Weisman kid right?" he asked

"Michael." I answered. "Yeah. supposed to"

"Supposed to? What happened? Did you guys fight?"

"No… it's just…" What would I say to him, that Michael just walked out on me when we were about to do it? No one else knew about us. About what happened over the weekend. About how Michael was my… boyfriend… It still sounded weird when I thought of it, heck how much more say it… "Complicated…" I said vaguely.

Abraham just nodded slowly and sighed. "Well, the least I can do is make you look better." He said with a smile. That was one thing I was thankful for, Abraham's sense of style, he can make anyone look good, just by doing his 'little magic tricks'. He smiled at me and took his 'magic kit' from his bag which also put a smile on my face.

Shawn returned with a plain white shirt which was almost the same size as me. I was so thankful to him and gave him a 50$ bill which he insisted on me not paying him. I felt bad though so I gave him the money and decided to head back to Michael's place.

As I walked the familiar way back, I couldn't help but wonder if Michael was alright. What the hell happened to him? Did he head home? If so how did he get out of this abandoned warehouse I was walking through now? Did he find the right way? Did he have money on him so he could go home? Did he get lost in Andover? I kept on worrying on about him and hadn't noticed, I reached the end. Michael kept on invading my thoughts and I just silently prayed he was okay.

I opened the heavy metal door and looked at the night sky. I wondered what time it was already? I sighed and walked the alley back to the McDonald's I was so familiar with. Time to head back, I thought to myself as I shook my head. What a day it has been.

I didn't see Michael the entire day and I started to get a little worried. We were eating lunch and almost everyone in glee club was here. They all gave me questioning looks and asked if I was okay which Abraham quickly defended with a 'He's just tired and didn't get enough sleep.' which I was really thankful for.

"Guys! Sectionals is this Saturday!" Aylin said, her voice a mix of worry and excitement.

"We know." Everyone answered in unison. Everyone was kinda doing their own thing, and no one really payed attention to Aylin, well except Charlie of course, which was kinda a given since they were dating. I kinda imagined if I was like Aylin and wondered if Michael would stick up for me no matter how silly I was acting. I smiled at the thought but quickly frowned as Michael was not here and I was missing him already.

"Blake, are you really okay?" Nellie whispered beside me. I turned to her and tried to smile but every time I looked at her, I was reminded of the kiss we shared in the park. Neither of us talked about it since this morning, and she didn't bring it up either so I was feeling kinda awkward around her.

"Yeah… " I lied although I knew my face betrayed my words. Nellie obviously realized this and she just gave me a skeptical look which I found somehow annoying. My headache was starting to subside a little but I still didn't feel 100% me.

"It's Michael isn't it?" She asked. I was kinda surprised that both Nellie and Abraham would assume that Michael was the reason why I was such in a glum state. Well yeah, he technically was the reason. It was just funny how they assumed Michael had caused me, Blake Jenner, to be nothing more, than a pathetic moper.

"No… it's…" I tried to lie to her again but she just arched an eyebrow so I just sighed and stopped fumbling. "Yeah." I said defeated. "I don't know where the hell he is."

"Weren't you at his house over the weekend?" Nellie asked.

"Yeah… but not last night, I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon…" I answered. "We kinda parted ways… " I lied, not wanting to tell her what Michael and I had a date.

"Then where could he be?"

"How I wish I knew…" I said trailing off.

As I was walking the familiar block up to Michael's house, my stomach felt a little queesy. I didn't know if it was physical or emotional. Maybe it was all the burritos, but I don't think so. I didn't know why I felt nervous, it was just Michael's house. But I couldn't put it down, I had a feeling something was not right. I was worrying for some reason I didn't know. It was just a feeling in my gut.

The night was getting deeper and the silence screamed at me. My footsteps the only sound in the eerie quiet scene. Just a little more, I said, as I saw Michael's house in a fair distance. I mentally prepared myself for the very awkward conversation we would be having once I see him. What would Michael's reason for ditching me be? Did he hate me now? Didn't seem like it when we kissed. Then why did he leave me? I kept on formulating theory after theory of any possible reason Michael would have to use against me.

All those thoughts however were gone as I walked up to their driveway. There were lights on which indicated someone was there but when I walked up to the door, it was locked. Indicating I wasn't welcome anymore. I wanted to knock but somehow I felt Michael didn't want me right now, so I just took my bottle, drank the last gulp, and headed home, feeling a little broken.

The bell for my last subject rang which meant the end of school day. Today we had Glee club rehearsals and we were going to practice late since we have an upcoming competition this week. I walked to the choir room feeling empty and felt like I was in a drugged haze. Everything around me didn't make sense to me. I couldn't handle not seeing Michael for so long. I missed him so much. I was worrying what could've possibly happened to him. I just wanted school to end so I could go to Michael's house and see him. I just needed to be able to see his perfect brown eyes. His perfect, wavy dark brown hair and his smile. I just wanted to see my Mikey again.

As I got to the choir room, I took my usual seat in front of Charlie and Aylin and slumped down. I held my head in my hand as I sagged down, I felt miserable. My eyes shifted to the empty seat next to me. Michael's chair. He hadn't shown up at school at all today according to the other guys. They texted him but he didn't reply. I sighed and worried more about him. I could feel everyone staring at me then. I could hear my name in some whispered conversations but I didn't really cared anymore. All I cared about was Michael and knowing where he was right now was all that mattered to me.

Mr. Larsen then came and the meeting soon started. We went straight to practicing the choreography for Raise Your Glass which was a disaster for me. I kept on crashing with others and they pushed me as I got in their way. I shook my head and mentally argued with myself. Come on Blake, keep it together. You're messing up the routine. My feet felt like they had a mind of their own as I messed up the dance steps. I didn't see Charlie in front of me and I ended up crashing into him and falling to the floor. I groaned as I fell butt first on the floor.

"I'm sorry…" I said to Charlie who was offering me a hand. I took it and pulled myself upright.

"s okay dude. Are you okay?" He asked as he eyed me, along with everyone else who stopped dancing.

"Yeah Blake, Are you okay?" Mr. Larsen asked "You seem to be out of your head right now." He said as he obviously was observing me from the beginning.

"Yeah… I just don't feel so good…" I said. Everyone looked at me with concern and this was one of the things I liked about Glee club. Everyone cared for you no matter who you were.

"Maybe you should just rest this one out." Mr. Larsen suggested to which I simply nodded. I got out of the choir room and headed for the bathroom. I wanted to wash my face and maybe refresh myself a little bit.

I was walking down the hallway when I heard someone calling my name.

"Blake!"

I turned around and my eyes grew wide as I saw someone very familiar yet unexpected. It was Adam. He strode toward me and suddenly, my heart began to pound faster. I suddenly was on alert mode, no more druggy haze. Surely, Adam knew something about Michael.

"Hey Adam…" I said, wanting to smile but as soon as I saw his urgent expression, I didn't feel like it. "What's wrong… Is Michael okay…?" I immediately asked out of instinct.

"I wish I knew Blake, I haven't heard from him since I called last night. I thought he was with you." My world seemed to stop at that moment. I felt my heart ache and my chest tightening. If Michael hadn't gone home last night,then where was he?