Authors note: I am so sorry that it took so long for me to publish this chapter, but I really wanted it to be perfect.
I really hope you like it!
Blaine was heartbroken. The plane ride home was horrible. He sat by the window and was staring into thin air, slightly smiling to the old lady sitting beside him, every once in a while. He couldn't get Kurt's face out of his head, pain and hurt written all over it, knowing he would probably never see him smile at him again. Images kept flashing before his eyes of the two of them and all their happiest times. The first time he ever saw him on the stairs at Dalton, their first kiss, their duets, when they slow danced at prom, when Kurt had promised that he would never lose him, and the first time they were together, how much love they had felt that night.
He remembered how he and Kurt would watch "Moulin Rouge" all the time together, cuddled up under the covers, holding hands, crying at the love songs, and the horrible death. Even though it was a tragic story, it always seemed to make them feel better on a bad day. Musicals always did, but Moulin Rouge had a special place in their hearts. Every time they would watch it they would sing "Come what may" to each other, while walking around the room reenacting the scene from the movie, being theatrical, and Kurt always insisted on being Nicole Kidman. They always ended it with a kiss. And every time they wanted to remind each other that no matter what they would be there for each other and that they would be together and love each other forever and ever, come what may, they would say "come what may, right", and they would know immediately what the other meant.
Blaine smiled slightly at the memory. He missed him so much, they had been so happy once. They had agreed that they were soul mates. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together, without a doubt and that was the only future Blaine could see. They had talked about it so many times, they had planned their wedding, named their future children and laughed together while they talked about sipping wine on a porch while their grandchildren would run around and play in the yard. He never though they would be apart like this, he never thought that Kurt would say goodbye to him, but now it felt like he had, forever. They had been so clueless as to how difficult life would become and as to no matter how much they love each other they would not be able to hold on.
He had closed his eyes and laid his head back in his seat, not realizing that a few tears were slowly rolling down his cheeks. He opened his eyes, and hurried to dry them away, wishing he was alone so he could cry them all out. He looked around and no one seemed to have noticed. That night he cried, curled up on his bed until he fell asleep from exhaustion.
The following days were horrible too. Blaine was never present in class, hated being in glee club where everyone was in love, and he hated watching them sing love songs and kiss and hold hands. All he wanted to do was go home and lie in bed and forget. The thoughts of what happened made him feel sick, and it never went away. He started feeling like the stone would never fall from his heart.
He almost didn't manage to drag himself out of bed in the morning, but he couldn't keep pretending to be sick. People noticed that he had changed, especially the others in glee club. Some of them would ask if he was okay, some would try to make him laugh and some just put a hand tightly on his shoulder as a way of saying "I know you're hurting and I am sorry." But nothing they tried to do really helped him, because he knew they were there for him, but he didn't feel like laughing or talking. Besides, he wasn't sure anyone knew what he had done. He could feel them whispering and talking sometimes, because they would stop when he entered the room. But he didn't care what they said, he didn't need them, all he needed was Kurt to forgive him. He had texted him so many times that he had lost count. But Kurt didn't answer. He even tried calling him a few times, hoping he would pick up even though deep inside he knew that he would never hear Kurt's voice on the other end of the phone.
Sam and Tina had tried to talk to him, Sam starting the conversation with a silly impression. Tina shook her head at him, turned to Blaine and said: "Blaine, we know you're hurting, but you can talk to us about all of it. We're here." Then there was a pause, Blaine looking at their worried faces, and Sam nodded in agreement to what Tina had said. Then Blaine shook his head, "No, I'm fine…" he said, but not very convincingly, and he heard it himself, and then said: "I'll be fine. I just need time. But I don't really want to talk about it, but thank you, really." He gave them a vague smile, and they didn't want to leave it at that because they could see that he wouldn't be fine, and they quickly shared a look of worry and desperation. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, but you have to try and fix it." Sam said. "I have." Blaine said turning his back on them moving books around in his open locker. "Try harder!" Sam raised his voice a little, and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder to turn him around, so he was once again facing them. "Come on man, this is killing you, and we all need the old Blaine back. We only want what's best for you. We miss you! All of us!" Sam talked fast, his voice resembling the worry and desperation, both him and Tina possessed for their friend. Blaine had looked down at the floor, not knowing what to say without choking, all he did was shrug at the words. Then Tina said: "Blaine, we love you and we know you. You'll regret it if you don't do everything possible to get him back." "Yeah. Come on, what do you have to lose?" Sam said, and they walked away, leaving Blaine in the hallway leaning against the lockers. "Nothing." He whispered to himself, as he slammed the locker shut with a bang.