We Did It Our Way Chapter 13: Kicking Ass and Taking Names, a glee fanfic

AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS! This chapter is loooooongggg because I was so happy when I saw that so many of you read and reviewed. I want to thank Amy for helping me with so many plot points, and Rachael for allowing me to work and eat, when all she wanted was an update. I think after this chapter we can all hate Bryce enough. ENJOY. :)

Chapter 13

Blaine ran down the steps as quickly as Abu would let him, he only ran faster when he scooped Abu up and carried him the rest of the way. He burst out the door and sank to the steps. Tears poured down his face and he leaned against the stoop for support.

He waited.

Abu was growing restless and wanted to walk, so Blaine stood and started walking towards his grandparent's apartment. He could have stopped for a pay phone. He could have called them. Instead, he walked. For the first thirty blocks every time he heard someone behind him he turned to look, hoping Kurt changed his mind and ran after him. He didn't. Even three miles into his walk, he still turned when he heard boots clicking. "I guess he isn't coming, Abu," Blaine picked the dog up and buzzed his grandparent's apartment.

"Hello?" His grandmother's voice rang clear in the quiet foyer, "Who's that?"

"It's Blaine," he waited for Abu to bark, "And Abu?"

"Blaine, honey, what are you doing out? It's a little late to be out visiting!" His grandmother's tone was light, but still reproving.

"Kurt and I got into a fight. I was wondering if maybe Abu and I could stay here for awhile." Blaine scuffed his shoe on the ground, "Please?"

"Of course, dear, let me just buzz you up," her voice sounded worried.

Blaine waited for the ringer and then made his way up the stairs; he didn't take the elevator because he wanted the walk to figure out exactly how to explain the entire situation to his grandparents.

His grandmother was waiting in the hallway, and she held out her arms for Blaine, who ran into them like a child. Her Elizabeth Arden perfume surrounded him and he felt the tears fall again. He sobbed into her shoulder, soaking her pajamas and making a fool out of himself. He had stopped sobbing quite as fiercely when he felt a pair of stronger arms wrap around him, which only caused him to cry harder yet again. "It's going to be okay, Blaine," his grandfather soothed, "everything will fix itself."

"No, no it won't." Blaine pulled away, allowing Angela to pick up Abu and cuddle him. "I messed up and he messed up and we're both fighting. And I think he cheated on me, and it really just sucks."

Angela stopped playing with Abu, "Honey, I don't know Kurt all that well, but I'm positive he wouldn't cheat on you. Do you know for sure?"

Jack Sr. looked around the hallway, "Perhaps it would be best if we take this inside. Grandma can make you some hot chocolate, you can take a shower because you look a mess, and then we'll all sit down and talk. I have some things I need to discuss with you anyway."

Jack steered Blaine towards the bathroom, gave him clean towels, and then turned, "I'm sure not all is lost," he murmured before returning to Angela's side.

Blaine heard his grandmother start whispering, so he leaned closer to hear the conversation, "Jack, we can't tell him now. He's hurting and we don't want to add to it."

Blaine started to worry, what was going on? His mind immediately went to the stock market and how it recently fell pretty many points. "Angel, we owe it to him. We can't let him see it through a newspaper or a reporter. People are going to wonder why I'm giving up my position and why I'm selling, and he may be bothered. He needs to be prepared to answer the questions. Especially when we leave."

Blaine showered quickly and sat down on his grandparent's couch sipping a mug of hot chocolate, "Now, what did you have to tell me?" His mind ran free in the shower and he was now thoroughly convinced that his grandfather was a Russian spy sent to destroy the football league in America.

"Are you sure you don't want to go first, darling?" His grandmother held his hand, "we're here to listen."

"No, no. You first."

His grandfather sat on the edge of the coffee table, a beer in his hand, "Blaine, we're selling the Giants."

Blaine's heart stopped, "Selling, but why?" He knew this day would come, but selling the Giants meant that his grandparents would probably leave the city, and he wasn't ready for that.

"I'm old, Blaine. I don't have much fight left in me. I want to enjoy my remaining years with your grandmother, not with a bunch of prima donna sweat hogs." He laughed, "which brings me to my other bit of news. Your grandmother and I are moving to our condo in Florida for the summer."

"Oh." Blaine didn't really know what to say. He had thought his grandparents would be around for Christmas and for Thanksgiving.

Angela rubbed his hand, "But that means you can stay here, Blaine. You can live here. You won't have to worry about finding a new apartment or paying rent. You just need to take care of the place for us."

"But what about the Anderson work ethic?" Blaine looked towards his grandfather, who smiled.

"You have it, Blaine. You almost worked yourself to death these past few weeks. You don't need to prove yourself to me anymore. You are welcome to live here. Now I don't want you bringing random boyfriends through the apartment. But you are welcome." His grandfather held up a finger, "we do have some dignity, so random, what do you call them? Booty calls are not permitted."

Blaine felt himself blush, "That's fine, grandpa, I really don't think I'll ever want to date anyone other than Kurt, and since he's found himself someone else, I don't really think anyone will be here but myself and Abu."

Angela looked at Jack who just bit his lip, "Blaine honey, explain."

Blaine told them the entire story, excluding nothing.

Santana and Hayden saw Blaine sob on the steps and run away with Abu. They also saw Kurt staring down at Blaine from their bedroom window, and the pain in his eyes when Blaine finally left.

"I cannot believe that asshole didn't run after him," Santana whispered from her hiding space in the car, "Blaine practically waited for him to come stop him."

Hayden uncurled her legs from underneath her, "I'm going to tell him what an asshole he has been. I'm going to talk some sense into him. I cannot believe he just let him walk away. Of course, Blaine will get a beat down for walking away." The shorter girl opened the car door and towards the apartment, as soon as he saw her, Kurt hid himself away behind the curtains.

Santana followed Hayden, "What exactly are we going to do? They are big boys and they can work this out for themselves. No one peer mediates when we fight." Santana was sick of these boys, she wanted to be at home with Hayden curled up watching 48 Hours.

"KURT HUMMELYOU OPEN UP THIS DOOR!" Hayden screeched. "KURT HUMMEL. I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE. I CAN HEAR YOUR FEAR!"

Santana cocked an eyebrow at her girlfriend, "You can hear his fear, can you? What's it saying, there is a terrifying nymph at my door that wants to slaughter me?"

Hayden ignored Santana, "KURT. I'M SERIOUS. I WILL SIT OUT HERE ALL FUCKING NIGHT IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT."

Someone from downstairs opened there door, "I want you to shut the fuck up, thank you very much."

"OH PISS OFF." Hayden looked down the stairwell, "We have a relationship to fix up here."

Hayden sat herself right outside of Kurt's door, and Santana joined her, "Well, if these two boys need help, we might as well give them the best."

Kurt didn't leave the apartment or let either Hayden or Santana in all night. The girls left fifteen minutes before Kurt did, only because they needed to freshen up before going into the shop. Hayden would talk to Kurt there.

Kurt felt like he wanted to die. He can't believe that he and Blaine broke up again. Sure, other couples break up every other week, but not them. They were strong. They worked through their last break up, and they'd work through this one. They had to.

But Blaine left. Kurt waited with baited breath when Blaine sat on the stoop, but instead of coming back upstairs, he walked towards the subway station.

So Kurt showered to get the smell of Bryce's soap off of him and wrapped himself in a pair of Dalton sweatpants and a Giants jersey. Throwing himself on the couch, he allowed himself to cry. He'd cried so many times in his life, but this time was different. He felt like nothing could go right. He felt like Blaine was going to hate him forever. Blaine deserved someone who could look beyond himself.

Kurt reached forward and grabbed the whipped cream Blaine had been using, and sprayed some into his mouth. "Who cares if I get diabetes at this point? I'm alone!" He said to no one in particular. Kurt ran to the bedroom and grabbed Lightening McQueen off of the bed, and spooned with him on the couch. He ran his fingers along the crudely sewn edges, laughing at Blaine's attempt to fix the stuffed animal.

It smelled like Blaine. Kurt pressed his face deep into the red fur, not caring that it scratched his face. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and pulled it out, hoping to see a phone number attached to Blaine, but instead saw Bryce's name.

Against his better judgment, he answered. "Yes?"

"You shouldn't have run out of practice today. That looks bad." Bryce drawled from the other end of the phone.

"Well, you shouldn't have purposely fucked up my relationship. Thanks to you, now I'm alone in my apartment while my boyfriend is camping at his grandparents." Kurt snarled.

"You mean your ex boyfriend? And you're alone? Maybe I should come visit, we could have a good time. I can show you what you've been missing."

Kurt panicked, but then remembered Santana and Hayden, "Sure. Go for it. You'll meet my two friends that are practically feral cats that would love to kill you."

Bryce laughed, "Come on Kurt baby. We have chemistry. You know you want me."

"You know what I want you to do, Bryce?"

"What?"

Kurt took the phone from his ear and with all of his strength threw it against the wall, not breaking it, but turning it off in the process, "DIE!" he screamed loud enough that he was sure Santana and Hayden heard.

Kurt went to get the phone when he saw Blaine's notebook still sitting on the coffee table. Instead of grabbing the phone, he grabbed the notebook, flipping the page to where a pen was lying – to where Blaine was last writing.

Another night goes by without sleeping
'Cause I know I won't wake up next to you
Another life goes by without dreaming
And I can't help but think that mine will too

I'm standing before you with this label on my head
I'm pleading before you for you to understand

Kurt tried to read the lyrics, to understand what Blaine was trying say. But he's lost. He doesn't understand anything other than Blaine hadn't thought he was there. Blaine thought Kurt was missing, and Kurt realized that maybe he was. Maybe he had been lost this past month. But he'd be lost the rest of his life without Blaine. Kurt went to close the notebook when a page three of four behind the last one, dated only a few weeks prior had a heart drawn in the corner with Kurt Anderson written inside. Kurt's heart leapt at the thought. Sure they'd be serious, but Kurt didn't realize how serious Blaine was. It broke his heart even more. There were also several hearts littered throughout the notebook that had B+K written in them. Some pages were covered in tearstains, and those were the ones Kurt read the most.

"Are you going to try to talk to Kurt today?" Angela asked Blaine as he ate his fifth chocolate chip pancake.

"I don't know. I don't know if he even wants to hear from me. I was an idiot." Blaine smothered his pancake in syrup.

Jack watched with disdain as he picked apart his bran muffin, "While I don't agree with you asking him to quit the play, I do think you had some right to be mad at him."

Angela nodded slightly, "But Kurt is a sweetheart, and Blaine he makes you happy! Aren't you even going to see if he's okay?"

Through his pancake, Blaine answered, "Of course. I'm going to make sure he's okay. He hates taking the subway so I'm going to wait for him in the subway station and sit near him. If he wants to talk, he can approach me."

Angela put another pancake on his plate, "You realize he probably thinks the same thing, in regards to the talking?"

"Yeah, well. I have to leave now, grandma. But I will see you later," Blaine bent to kiss Angela, and hugged his grandfather's shoulders, leaving them both to enjoy the rest of their breakfast.

"I blame his stubbornness on you," Angela remarked as Jack grabbed the leftover pancakes Blaine didn't eat.

The next morning Kurt woke up and went through the motions of getting dressed and eating breakfast. He knew the thing he dreaded was coming next – the subway ride.

He was walking down the steps of the subway station when he saw the back of Blaine's head. He looked like he had showered and shaved, not to mention put gel in his hair. He looked amazing.

Kurt stood far away from him, but still close enough that he could watch him in his peripheral vision. When Kurt sat down on the subway, Blaine didn't take the open seat next to him, but one three seats down and across the train. That's when it hit Kurt – Blaine could have taken the family car to work, or he at least could have taken a shorter train ride using a separate train. Blaine was here for Kurt. Blaine knew about Kurt's fear of the subway, and didn't want him to be uncomfortable. Kurt stared at Blaine who was doodling lyrics on a receipt pad, slapping out a beat on is leg.

When their stop came, Blaine waited until Kurt left the train and then followed him. Kurt turned and looked at Blaine, who was trying to look anywhere but at his ex boyfriend. Kurt watched him get a few steps away, "Blaine!"

Blaine turned, not saying anything but looking at Kurt while walking backwards slowly.

"Thank you."

Blaine smiled but didn't say anything, he simply turned and walked towards the diner.

Kurt went towards the store, trembling internally at the thought of facing Hayden. When he got to the window front, he saw Santana dressing a mannequin and Hayden throwing a shoe towards the window. He stepped in the store and gave a small smile, "Good morning, ladies."

Hayden glared at Kurt, "Good morning. Nice t-shirt."

Kurt looked down at his Dalton t-shirt, well, Blaine's shirt, and grinned. "I thought so."

Hayden stood, straightening her shirt, "We aren't going to talk about it. This is a business and I am running it as such. However, you are an ass."

"Well, he's not exactly…"

"Hey elf, what she said? Yeah, that wasn't up for debate." Santana gave him a disdainful look before putting a bedazzled hat on the mannequin's head.

Blaine walked into work, and saw the only person he really hadn't wanted to see – Bryce.

Bryce grinned at him, "Good morning, Blaine! How was your night?"

"Fabulous. How about yours? Nice scarf, by the way." Blaine said with the same sarcastic tone.

Bryce stretched, "Well, I have to say, I'm tired. Had a long night."

"Well, I'm sure the play is coming along perfectly," Blaine remarked before stalking towards the kitchen. He switched sections with Gabe so he wouldn't have to look at Bryce's face the whole day.

Blaine was halfway done with his shift before he got to perform, they'd been so busy that the waitresses were the only ones who really got to perform. When he stood on top of the bar, he smiled out at the audience and laughed when everyone started taking pictures. "Okay, ladies and gentleman. I'm having a bit of a rough day, so I thought I'd sing a song that explains how I feel. Is it okay with you all if I slow things down and somber them up a bit?"

The audience clapped and Blaine grinned, "Thanks." The music started and he saw recognition dawn on the faces of several audience members.

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.

"Whatever girl he's singing that about is so lucky," a young girl about thirteen whined to her father.

"I doubt he's singing it about a girl," the man responded.

Blaine smiled a little at the young girl, who grinned back at him.

Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.

Bryce stood beside the bar, watching Blaine sing. He turned to Gabe and laughs, "He's the biggest loser I've ever seen. He's singing about a boy that doesn't even love him."

Blaine pretended he did not hear Bryce.

The world revives—

Colors renew—

But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.

Without you.
Without you, the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.

Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.

"I doubt Kurt doesn't love Blaine. Have you seen them together?" Gabe laughed at Bryce, "Can't you go after a guy that is single, just for once?"

The mind churns!

The heart yearns!

Blaine saw Bryce make a quick movement, "Then why would Kurt give me this? He said I was so much better than Blaine. You'd be surprised what Kurt can do with his mouth." Blaine moved his head slightly, and saw a large purple mark on Bryce's neck.

Gabe stared at Bryce, "You slept with Kurt?"

"Yup. And I think I will again tonight. He said it was the best he ever had, so I'm sure he'd be willing." Bryce looked over at Blaine standing on the bar, "Blaine doesn't look like he'd be much in bed, I'm sure the guy was practically starved."

Blaine composed himself through the music interlude, and sang the rest of the song with a voice laden with emotion, but he didn't let himself cry.

The tears dry, without you.
Life goes on, but I'm gone.
Cause I die, without you.

Without you….

Without you…

Without..you…

Blaine smiled a watery smile towards the diner, "Thanks everybody! Table 71, I'll have your milkshake out soon!" Blaine streaked towards the kitchen where he saw Bryce leaning against the sink, "You filthy son of a bitch."

Bryce laughed, "Overheard did you? Didn't mommy ever teach you that it's bad to eavesdrop? But I guess it's best you know the truth. It's a shame you lost him really, he is quite fantastic in bed."

Blaine grabbed Bryce's hair and pulled it turning his head to examine the mark more closely. He spit on his fingers and brought it to the hickey, hoping it would be purple and red makeup that Bryce put on.

Bryce pushed Blaine away, "What the fuck was that?"

"Making sure it was real." Blaine glared at Bryce, "I don't think very highly of you, you could have been lying."

"But I'm not," Bryce moved closer to Blaine, "I fucked you boyfriend, Anderson, and I fucked him good. He won't come back to you for anything anymore. So why don't you go back home to Pennsylvania…"

"Ohio." Blaine corrected.

"Whatever. Go back to Ohio and live off your grandparent's millions."

Blaine lunged for Bryce, his fist connecting with Bryce' jaw. "You stupid asshole. I will kill you," Bryce spat.

Blaine grabbed the milkshake tray and ran to the door, figuring he'd be safe near the customers.

He was wrong.

"Get back here you coward!"

Blaine turned on his heel, "Don't call me that."

Bryce pulled back and put all of his weight behind his punch, hitting Blaine in the eye, "You are nothing but a loser who can't even keep his boyfriend." Blaine fell to the floor, clutching the side of his head. Bryce stood on top of him, pulling his leg back to kick him in the ribs.

Customers were screaming and Gabe rushed over, pulling Bryce off of Blaine before he could do any damage. The manager walked out from the kitchen in time to see Bryce kick Blaine once.

"BRYCE!" She yelled, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him out onto the street. "You are fired. Do not come back. Leave. Go. Don't go get your stuff, someone will drop it off. I won't have violence here."

"Blaine hit me first!" Bryce spat blood onto the ground to prove it, "I think he knocked one of my teeth out."

"I didn't see any of that." The manager didn't particularly like Bryce, he was a horrible waiter and a far less gifted performer than he thought. She wasn't going to seek out any information. Bryce wasn't smart enough to sue.

Blaine walked outside, "Ma'am, I can explain everything."

She turned, "He hit you and you defended yourself, right?"

"Right…"

"Then there is nothing to explain," the woman turned and went back into the diner, "Come along before he actually hurts you."

Blaine turned, but not before Bryce yelled, "You just wait, Anderson, I'm going to show Kurt what you did and he's going to think you're a monster. You just dug your own fucking grave."

Blaine just watched helplessly as he walked away.

Santana and Hayden were in the front of the store organizing shoes in between displays, and Kurt was scrubbing paint off of the floor from their last painting endeavor.

Santana looked up and saw Bryce walk into the store and look around, he had a huge bump on his jaw and an even darker purple mark on his neck, "Damn," she said softly, "that Anderson has a mean right hook."

Bryce looked at her in surprise, and before he could yell out to Kurt, Santana had a hand over his mouth and shoved him into the circular clothing rack, "What the fuck are you doing here," she hissed. "And if you say it loud enough so Kurt hears, I will cut your ball sack off." She pulled a razor blade out of her bra, "Don't push me."

"I'm showing him what the fuck that asshole did." Bryce hissed, watching the razor get closer to his pants.

"I'm sure he was provoked. Maybe because you fucking ruined everything by lying to Kurt. Do you really think he wants you? Tell me the whole story."

"Now why would I do that, chica?" Bryce spat.

Hayden watched the entire scene and knew she had to get Kurt out of the store. "Kurt?" she watched the boy stand, looking hopeful that he could get another thing to do. "Can you run to Brooklyn to get me some wooden beads and dental floss?"

"Why Brooklyn? There's a store down the street."

"Yeah…but this store in Brooklyn makes them out of trees blessed by Native Americans," Hayden lied, "I want to respect…to respect my ancestry. Here," she threw her keys to Kurt, "Take my car. It's out back."

"You don't look Native American. Interesting. But okay." Kurt disappeared out of the back door, relieved to not be scraping paint anymore.

Hayden moved towards the front of the store and flipped the closed sign. She pulled down the shades on the open windows and turned off the lights. By the time she was done, Santana had Bryce tied up on a chair in the back.

"Is that a bit much?" Hayden offered, looking at the tight knot holding Bryce's hands together.

"After what this bitch did? Not at all. Or did you like seeing Blaine sob?" Santana hit the mark she knew would send Hayden over the edge.

Hayden knelt in front of Bryce, "Tell me what you did to make Blaine hit you."

"Why should I? Let me go you crazy bitches." Bryce laughed, "I'll just stay silent until Kurt comes. Then I'll blame this on perfect Anderson as well."

"So I'll just have to make you talk faster." Hayden grabbed the razor blade from Santana's hand, "Talk."

"You going to hurt me, princess?" Bryce laughed, "I can just blame that on him too."

Hayden leaned towards Bryce's face with the razor blade, shaving his eyebrow off in one swoop. "Talk or the other one goes."

Bryce looked up to the mirrored ceiling in horror, "You crazy bitch!"

"You hurt the only family I have left. You hurt my best friends. I don't let anyone hurt my family. Now talk or the other one goes." Hayden brandished the razor blade. Santana stared in amazement and fear.

"Remind me never to actually piss you off," she whispered.

"Well, I'd look awfully silly with one eyebrow."

"You only had one before," Hayden said, leaning closer and shaving the other off, accidentally nicking his skin. "Ah shit. You're bleeding."

"You fucking ugly ass bitch. I swear to god if that scars!" Bryce spat in Hayden's face.

Santana walked forward and bitch slapped Bryce several times, "Don't you fucking dare do that to her again. I will cut your dick off and feed it to the fish. It might feed a minnow."

Bryce's face was red and his jaw was swelling. Blood from the cut was running into his eye. "Fine, god. I'll talk. I've been trying to get with Kurt for awhile now. He's hot. So I did the whole text message thing. Then when I found out they broke up, I slept with a friend last night. But I told Blaine I slept with Kurt and he gave me this hickey. Blaine freaked out and punched me. He's probably sobbing in a bathroom as we speak. You both picked a weak friend."

Santana and Hayden hit Bryce a few more times before letting him go. Santana threatened to hang him by his toenails if he ever told anyone what they did.

He was too proud to admit he'd been assaulted by a couple of girls. Besides, as far as it would concern Kurt, Blaine did it.

Hayden waited until Kurt came back and told him she was closing early.

"Why?" Kurt looked confused, "Not that I mind, now I can pick up dinner before rehearsal."

Hayden rolled her eyes, she really just wanted Kurt to quit the show. "I have to meet a friend of mine for coffee. He's performing at an open mic night in the shop."

Kurt gathered his stuff, "Blaine?"

"Blaine. You know, you should come in and support him." Hayden pleaded with her eyes, "Seriously."

Blaine sat in the coffee shop with four muffin wrappers in front of him, and three empty mochas. He didn't even like mochas.

"Blaine Anderson?" the barista grinned at him, "You're next handsome."

Blaine stood, he saw Hayden and Santana walking towards the door. He was glad they'd be there in time. But behind them was Kurt. Blaine tried to push him from his mind and focus on calming his hands.

He couldn't perform with Kurt there. He motioned Santana towards him.

"I shouldn't go in there," Kurt was terrified. What if Blaine didn't want to see him?

Hayden twirled, "You want to fuck up again? Go for it. Want to run? Go for it."

Kurt stood there awkwardly, "No. I want him back."

"Go," Santana came back from talking with Blaine, "He doesn't want you here."

"See?" Kurt turned and fled the café.

"Why didn't he want him here?" Hayden asked, appraising the table Blaine once sat at, "He obviously misses him. He doesn't even drink mocha."

Santana watched Blaine settle down on the stool, "I think we're about to find out why."

Blaine grinned at the full café, "This is a song I just wrote last night. So um, yeah. It's a little rough yet."

You're everything I thought you never were
And nothing like I thought you could have been
But still, you live inside of me, so tell me how is that?
You're the only one I wish I could forget
The only one I love to not forgive
And though you break my heart, you're the only one
And though there are times when I hate you
'Cause I can't erase
The times that you hurt me and put tears on my face
And even now, while I hate you, it pains me to say
I know I'll be there at the end of the day

"Record this, send it to Kurt!" Santana hissed as Hayden pulled out her phone.

Blaine let the emotion take over his voice, and fell completely into the song.

I don't wanna be without you, babe
I don't want a broken heart
Don't wanna take a breath without you, babe
I don't wanna play that part
I know that I love you, but let me just say
I don't wanna love you in no kind of way, no no
I don't want a broken heart
I don't wanna play the broken-hearted boy
No, no, no broken-hearted boy

Hayden zoomed in on Blaine, tears filling her eyes. "He loved him so much," she whispered to Santana.

"I know, I can feel his heartbreak. He's so fucking talented," Santana grabbed Hayden's hand, "It's like imagining I'd ever lose you."

There's something that I feel I need to say
But up til' now I've always been afraid that you would never come around
And still I wanna put this out

You say you've got the most respect for me
But, sometimes I feel you're not deserving of me
And still, you're in my heart
But you're the only one
And yes, there are times when I hate you, but I don't complain
'Cause I've been afraid that you would walk away
Oh, but now I don't hate you
I'm happy to say
That I will be there at the end of the day

Blaine remembered the moments with Kurt. He remembered turning around and losing his mind the moment he saw Kurt's face.. He remembered the first kiss. He remembered dancing with him at junior prom. He remembered the first time they had sex. He remembered senior prom. He remembered hearing Kurt's voice when he was in a coma. He remembered it all.

Now I'm at a place I thought I'd never be, ooh
I'm living in a world that's all about you and me, yeah
Ain't gotta be afraid, my broken heart is free to spread my wings and fly away, away with you...

His memory flashed back the day in the hospital when Kurt made them a fort out of sheets. That was the day Blaine knew he could be with Kurt until the day one of them died. That was the day Blaine pictured a future with Kurt. He saw children. He saw marriage. He saw success. But in once instant, the entire future was taken away.

Blaine even had a ring that he would never get to see Kurt's wear. He bought it to give Kurt at Christmas. A promise ring that Blaine saved for months to buy.

They'd never have children.

They'd never get married.

Blaine played the ending a little longer than he meant to, looping back around. He started crying again, for what felt like the millionth time that day. He felt so weak, so alone, and like he had nothing left worth living for.

I don't wanna be without my baby
I don't want a broken heart
Don't wanna take a breath without my baby
I don't wanna play that part
I know that I love you, but let me just say
I don't wanna love you in no kind of way, no no
I don't want a broken heart
I don't wanna play the broken-hearted boy
No, no, no broken-hearted boy
Broken-hearted boy
No broken-hearted boy

Hayden didn't stop recording when the spotlight went out. She had tears running down her face as she turned the camera to herself, "Fix him." She whispered to the camera, "Please. Ask Bryce what he did."

When she looked up, Blaine was standing in front of her, "What did Bryce do?" His eyes were emotionless. For the first time, Hayden didn't think Blaine was handsome. None of the Blaine she loved was even left in his face anymore.

She explained everything, and Blaine just sobbed with happiness when he found out Kurt never, ever even kissed Bryce.

But he realized he needed to fix things with Kurt before he ever took on Bryce.

Kurt was sitting on the stage when Bryce walked in, and one of the girls screamed. Kurt looked up to see Bryce stalking towards the stage. His face was swollen, especially along the jaw, his eyebrows were gone, and there was a huge cut were one used to be. He was limping as well. "What happened to you? You look like you got into a fight with a drag queen." Kurt had to stop himself from laughing, "Not like you didn't deserve it."

"Your ex did this." Bryce blinked unevenly, "because he thought I was the cause of your break up."

"Well, he wasn't far from the truth." Kurt stared at the marks on Bryce's face, and immediately started to worry. "Is he okay?"

"Excuse me?"

"He was in a coma last year and was pretty badly hurt. He shouldn't be over exerting himself. Is. He. Okay?" Kurt started texting Hayden.

He looked at his phone and realized he got a text message from her already. When he opened it, he saw a video of Blaine playing guitar and singing. It must be from the open mic night. He wrote this about you Hayden wrote underneath the video.

Kurt listened to the words and suddenly nothing mattered. The play didn't matter. A fancy apartment didn't matter. All that mattered was that Blaine still loved him. He cried silently, watching the video, partially because of the words and meaning, but also because Blaine was okay. He still could move every part of his body. The phone turned to Hayden, who looked a mess and had mascara running down her face, "Ask Bryce what he did."

Kurt made eye contact with Bryce, "What did you do."

As calmly as can be Bryce said, "I told him we had sex. And that you said he was bad in bed. And that you gave me this," he turned his head and showed the hickey.

Kurt stood and slapped Bryce, "You are a sick and vile human being. People like you don't find love because you don't deserve it. I hope you die alone." With that, he turned and ran to the back of the theater.

"Kurt, if you leave, I'll get you kicked out," Bryce shrieked, clutching his face.

"I don't give a fuck." Kurt said calmly, "I want my Blaine back." He quickly texted Hayden and told her he was going home, and if she was still with Blaine, to send him to the apartment.

But she didn't need to.

Blaine stood in the subway, his eye swollen and purple, waiting.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt rushed forward and touched the bruise, Blaine's eyes fell shut when Kurt touched him. Even though it had been less than twenty four hours since they'd last touched, it felt like the first sip of water after being stuck in the desert.

Blaine just looked at Kurt, his red-rimmed eyes too tired to cry anymore.

Kurt knew not to kiss Blaine's lips, but he did lean forward and kiss the edge of the bruise around his eye. "You shouldn't have attacked him."

Blaine shrugged and walked towards the train, he waited to Kurt to take a seat and took one right next to him. Their thighs and shoulders were flush against each other. Blaine still didn't speak.

They sat like that throughout the entire ride, Kurt's hand itched to hold Blaine's, but he knew Blaine had to make the first move. Blaine still didn't leave his side when they left the train, and sooner than he liked, Kurt was outside their apartment. He looked hopefully at Blaine. "Come home?" he whispered hopefully, peppering Blaine's eye with kisses.

Blaine pulled away and looked at Kurt, his eyes dead, "I can't." his voice cracked, but no tears fell. He kissed Kurt's forehead before turning and walking away.

Kurt couldn't see, but Blaine was physically shaking with grief as he walked away. However, he knew if they went upstairs, they would only bandage the wounds. They needed to heal them.

Kurt watched him walk away again, and ran up the stairs to his bathroom, and quickly vomited into the toilet. Blaine didn't want him anymore.

Kurt was in the fetal position on the bathroom floor when he heard a knock on the door. He peeled himself off the floor and grabbed Blaine's baseball bat. If this was Bryce, he wanted to end him.

Instead, when he opened the door, he saw Ray standing there holding Abu, who yipped happily when he saw him. "Abu!" Kurt grabbed the puppy and cradled him in his arms. "Did Daddy Blaine send you?"

Ray smiled, "Goodnight, Mr. Hummel."

Kurt smiled, "Goodnight, Ray."

Kurt closed the door and went to take Abu's leash off when he saw a piece of paper tied to Abu's collar.

Kurt pulled it off and opened it, staring down at Blaine's untidy print:

Kurt,

I didn't want you to feel alone tonight, I know what that feels like.

I love you.

Xoxo

Blaine

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