Blaine looked around, looking at the other Warblers. He felt so… disgusting.

How could he have done that?

Why did he do that?

He was so stupid… Blaine had spent so, so much time trying to perfect the routine so it looked better than those who took the drugs.

…And yet, he had just taken them. He just defied every one of his morals. Well, not every single one of them, but he had certainly broken quite a few. He could imagine the New Directions looking at him as if he was anathema.

Blaine probably was anathema. After all, he had lead the Warblers to victory over the New Directions.

Of course they hated him.

Everyone hated him.

When he had come back to Dalton, he had expected to join the old Warblers again. Sure, he knew that Sebastian had changed them, but he hadn't expected them to be so, so different.

He had known they were as soon as Hunter mentioned the drugs that the Warblers had changed. And yet, he had stayed.

God, he was so stupid.

The old Warblers worried too much about defying old canons to really even try to change, and yeah, he would have liked to be a bit more… free back then, but now, he found that that was what he was truly longing for.

New Directions had been full of people stabbing others in the back for solos. That hadn't been for him. Cheating and lying certainly wasn't either.

Where did he even fit in?

The New Directions despised him; the Warblers had just convinced him to take drugs for God's sake…

There was honestly nowhere for him.

He had tried to commingle with the others. Hell, that was all he had ever done.

Blaine had tried to truly be himself, and it had come back and bitten him in the ass. Again.

And honestly, why was he so surprised?

After he came out, he went to a single dance and ended up in the hospital because of it. Dalton had been Hogwarts for him for quite a while. Then he faced the real world.

And when he returned, Hogwarts was gone, and there were only ruins of what it had been.

When had he ever believed he could fit in?

Even when he did have something great, he ruined it.

Always.

He was trembling as he still stood, not moving from the place he had taken the steroids.

Blaine couldn't help but look at the faces around him.

(cold)

He couldn't help but feel that

(hate)

they looked disappointed. After all,

(stupid)

he had been the one person fighting to keep the Warblers away from the steroids. He had given up

(idiot)

now. Blaine never had been able to deal with

(ruined)

commitment. Kurt proved that, didn't he? He had cheated

(fool)

on the one person who meant more than anything to him. And then Kurt forgave him

(lucky)

and what did he do? He said that he needed to think about it.

Blaine could feel his breathing speed up, and his heart was beating so, so fast. Everything was spinning, each Warbler's face flashing before his eyes.

(cold)

(angry)

(disappointed)

(smug)

(horrified)

(shocked)

He couldn't do this. Just standing there, in the middle of the Warblers, in the middle of all those that were so angry or disappointed with him…

Blaine felt sick. He had to get out, but his legs refused to really move. Instead, they just seemed to be frozen, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. He noticed that everything around him seemed warped and broken.

Even the other Warbler's noxious faces seemed twisted and unreal. He couldn't help but be curious. What was happening?

Blaine could feel a buzzing in his ears. He tried to shake his head a bit, to get the feeling out, but it only got stronger. Then, seemingly one by one, the Warblers were gone.

They were leaving him.

(hated him)

(why would they stay?)

Were they really just gone? Blaine felt the slight sensation of wind rushing past his face before everything else seemed to disappear.

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Sam was in Glee practice when he felt his phone began to buzz. Pulling it out, he glanced at the caller ID. He frowned when he saw the name. Blaine was calling him? Why?

"Guys, I need to take this," he said, standing and walking from the room abruptly, leaving a few shocked faces behind him.

"Hello?" Sam said into his phone.

"Um, hi," a slightly timid voice said. "This is Trent, from Dalton."

"Blaine's friend," Sam said, frowning slightly. "Why do you have Blaine's phone?"

"I, um, I think Blaine needs your help," Trent said. "He-"

"What happened?" Sam demanded. "Is something wrong?"

"Hunter told us that we had to make a choice – take the steroids or leave the Warblers, and Blaine-"

"Did he leave the Warblers?" Sam said, feeling a flash of sadness. He knew that Blaine had been hoping for a new start at Dalton. It hurt Sam to see that that hadn't happened.

"No, he – he took the drugs."

"What!" Sam demanded. "He said he wouldn't! I never thought he'd- Why?"

"Because he thought New Directions would hate him now, and he didn't want to lose the Warblers too."

"So he took steroids to fit in? Since when has Blaine done that?" Sam said, not realizing just how loud his voice was.

"That's not all," Trent said with a sigh. "I wasn't there – I'm out of the Warblers – but Blaine apparently had a… meltdown or something. He collapsed after he took the steroids. David told me it was bad. He just stood in front of the other Warblers, and he started shaking and crying before he… collapsed."

"Is he okay?" Sam asked worriedly.

"He hasn't woken up yet, but I think it's just because he's been so stressed. I think he's really just asleep."

"I'm coming there now," Sam said. "I – I need to make sure he's alright."

"Thanks, Sam," Trent said. "Blaine really needs a friend right now."

"I'm on my way," Sam promised and hung up.

He turned back, intending to reenter the Choir Room. Looking around, he saw the majority of the glee club staring at him. Tina was the first to say something.

"What the hell? Blaine took the steroids?" she snapped. Sam shot her a glare.

"Look, it really isn't your business-"

"Blaine was our friend, too, Sam," Tina said. "We have every right to know."

"I'm sorry, but you don't. Now, I'm leaving to go to Dalton. Blaine needs me there." Sam grabbed his bag and began to walk away.

"You know, Sam, if you keep sneaking out to see Blaine, people are going to start to think you're gay, too."

Sam turned around, slightly shocked by her words.

"What?" she asked, feigning surprise. "He has such a crush on you. It's sad, really."

Sam took a deep breath.

"Tina," he paused for a moment. "I couldn't care less about what they think of me. Right now, my friend needs help, and I'm going to help him."

"So it doesn't bother you? Make you uncomfortable?"

"No," Sam said. "Blaine is one of my best friends. Crush or not, he means something to me. You know, you wanted to know what's going on. Maybe you would if you were actually his friend."

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Go Sam! But Tina's not done yet!

Tell me what you think? What's happened to Blaine? Will he be okay?

So, some good news! One chapter a week is too little for me. I forget to write. So, I'm going to promise a Saturday chapter and another chapter a week, but I won't have a set day for it.

Thanks to all my old reviewers!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.