It started to rain. The rain started out light and mist-like, but soon dark clouds blanketed the sky and thunder violently slapped Kurt back into reality. He watched Blaine run off to his car and drive away what seemed like hours or even days ago. He couldn't even think about moving after everything that had just happened.

He finally made his way to his car, threw his bag to the passenger seat, and started the car. He started making his way home and turned on the radio. He settled on a calm, soft song because the lyrics really spoke to him and fit this situation quite perfectly.

Calm down, deep breaths

And get yourself dressed instead

Of running around

And pulling on your threads

And breaking yourself up

If it's a broken part, replace it

If it's a broken arm, then brace it

If it's a broken heart, then face it

And hold your own, know your name

And go your own way

Hold your own, know your name

And go your own way

And everything will be fine

Hang on, help is on the way

And stay strong

I'm doing everything

Kurt was about halfway home when he decided to pull over to the side of the road, car still running, song still playing and cry. Kurt leaned his head down on the steering wheel and sobbed. He was so angry with himself and all he wanted to do was for Blaine to magically appear in the passenger seat and hug and kiss him until Kurt knew he was forgiven. Blaine would tell him that he was beautiful and that he loved him and that on Monday he would kick Karofsky's ass for him, no matter what happened to the both of them because Blaine loved him and Kurt loved him right back if not more…well that used to be the case…not anymore…

Hold your own, know your name

And go your own way

Hold your own, know your name

And go your own way

And everything, everything will be fine

Everything

Are the details in the fabric

Are the things that make you panic

Are your thoughts results of static cling?

Are the things that make you blow

Hell, no reason, go on and scream

If you're shocked it's just the fault

Of faulty manufacturing.

Everything will be fine

Everything in no time at all

Everything

Hold your own

And know your name

And go your own way

Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)

Are the things that make you panic

Are your thoughts results of static cling? (Go your own way)

Are the details in the fabric (Hold your own, know your name)

Are the things that make you panic (Go your own way)

Is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?

Are the things that make you blow (Hold your own, know your name)

Hell no reason go on and scream

If you're shocked it's just the fault (Go your own way)

Of faulty manufacturing

Everything will be fine

Everything in no time at all

Hearts will hold

Blaine felt like he was going to throw up when he heard the door slam behind him and could feel Kurt's eyes on his back as he ran to his car and drove away from the school. He was so upset, disturbed, and surprised with everything that had just happened. He walked in on Kurt kissing the guy that had been bullying him for a good couple of years now. How did this happen? How long had this been happening? Gosh, Blaine felt so used and completely worthless. He really felt like he was going to throw up now.

He pulled over on the side of the road and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the ground. After there had to have been absolutely nothing left in him for him to up-chuck, he got back into his car and kept driving.

He didn't know where he was going, he just needed to clear his head somehow and forget everything that had just happened. He quickly looked behind him to the back seats of the car to see if his workout bag was there before turning back to the road. There it was, his old Dalton, red and blue striped bag stuffed with running shoes, gym shorts, one of those fancy shirts that soak up sweat-which was good because he sweat at lot more than any normal human being, but it was bad because Kurt got that for him last christmas. Dangit! Kurt!

Blaine was so angry with him and what happened. Or what he had allowed to happen with that vile Karofsky. How could this have happened? Sure, they had fights, but they had a very solid, strong, loving relationship and Kurt just tossed that out the window today.

He went to the gym, and then decided to head to their field. Blaine got out of the car, walked to the middle of the field and screamed. That place was always far from any people or anything, really. He screamed and cried and repeated the process for hours until the sky darkened and Blaine finally decided to go home.

Kurt went through the weekend without Blaine and it was completely unbearable. No texts, no calls, no nothing from him. Kurt had broken Blaine's and his own heart with one simple act. 'That damn Karofsky' and 'Moron' ran through Kurt's mind day after day. He attacked Kurt with that kiss in the bathroom. He completely sneaked up on him and it only lasted as long as how much Blaine saw and Blaine didn't even want to talk it out. He felt like such an idiot.

By the time Sunday evening rolled around, he had eaten a few crackers and a salad over the course of that weekend. He didn't bother to dress nicely, bathe as often, or even look into the mirror because he hated himself so much for what he had done and the pain he was causing Blaine and himself. Kurt did everything he could to try to get his mind off of things, but everything he tried only lead him back to Blaine and everything that had happened.

He tried music-only Blaine's favorite music or depressing or sappy love songs came up. Movies-everyone seemed to fall in love in the end, so that didn't help. He tried organizing the clothes in his closet and that only reminded him of memories of last summer.

Kurt had had a bad day, was thrown in another dumpster, yet again, for simply expressing himself through fashion. Blaine knew how to fix this problem by taking Kurt to their place. When they pulled up, reached their spot and set the blanket down, Blaine hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear "No matter what you wear, you're always my stunning little Kurt" tightening his arms around Kurt's waist.

They settled down on a soft oversized blanket, cuddling and sharing sweet kisses where no one could give disturbed looks, rude comments, or judge them. It was their hide away and safe haven that was nothing but tall grass and the warm summer evening air surrounding them. They sometimes had picnics, Blaine might have brought his guitar and serenated Kurt to his heart's content for as long as he wanted, or they would just come here to get away from the stress and loudness of their lives and lie next to each other and watch the sunset, like today.

"I love you." Blaine said after looking up at Kurt from where his head rested on Kurt's chest, his arms wrapped around the taller boy's waist loosely. The sun was dancing through Kurt's chestnut hair and hitting his facial features flawlessly, a sight that would forever take Blaine's breath away.

"I love you more." Kurt truthfully meant it with everything in him. This boy, this man just did things to him that he couldn't describe. Was it the curly hair? The boyish charms? The musical talents he held, especially his voice? His quirkiness and love of everything dorky? Kurt could never put a finger on it, so he went with all of the above. But the one thing that Kurt loved most was that Blaine loved and accepted every flawed, broken, and damaged part of Kurt and no one else had before.

"You are so beautiful, Kurt. With everything that I am, I meant it." Blaine said, propping his head on his hand, staring at Kurt lovingly.

"Now how in the world am I supposed to respond to that? Well, there's always…" And Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine again and again, loving him like there was no tomorrow. "You're kinda beautiful too." Kurt said when they pulled apart.

"Oh, only kinda?" Blaine scoffed jokingly.

"Oh, good to know someone doesn't have a big ego. You know what I meant, silly." And Kurt leaned in to kiss him again.

Kurt was slowly brought back to reality as the memory drifted further and further away. Everything Kurt tried to distract himself with only made matters worse and Kurt didn't know how much longer he could take it.

He needed to try to talk to him, maybe this time apart would open both of their minds up and work things out. One thing's for sure: they are not going to loose each other.

'Well if there's one good thing that came out of this, I at least got some good workouts in.' Blaine thought to himself as he returned to his bedroom after his shower. After everything that happened with him-Blaine dared not to even think of his name-he was angry and upset and needed to clear his head. So he went to the gym, boxed, ran a few miles around his neighborhood and the one next to it, and even did a few of those workout dvds on their living room. He did manage to get some anger out, but every time he finished his shower after a workout, he was filled with emptiness and loneliness, a feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he didn't get all of his emotions out.

The one thing he loved more than anything in this world had cheated on him. 'What or who else am I not good enough for?' echoed through Blaine's mind countless times.

He got up from his bed and walked to his full-length mirror. He wasn't the biggest fan of his body, always could do better. He lifted up his shirt to his chest and was a little soft around his tummy and sides.

Right when school was about to start, Blaine was bored one day and thought maybe he could kill time and finally start working out again. The Warblers were great, but singing and swaying wasn't much of an exercise. He weighed himself on the scale his dad had in his bathroom and wasn't quite pleased with the number that blinked before him. He returned to his room and stood in front of his mirror, took off his shirt and poked around at his slightly squishy stomach and sides.

"Knock knock." A peppy voice came from behind Blaine's door and came inside his room and shut the door. "And what are we up to today?" Kurt noticing a sad looking yet shirtless Blaine standing before him.

"Oh nothing." Blaine said, making his way across the room to kiss his new boyfriend hello.

"Nothing, huh?"

"Yep."

"Come on Blaine, what's really going on? Something's up and you aren't your normal self, come on, spill." Kurt set down his bag on the floor and grabbed Blaine's hands, leading them to sit on his bed.

"It's nothing really." Blaine reassured him again but Kurt gave him that look and he just had to get it out of his system and be honest. "Fine. I've never been…content with my body and I want to loose a few pounds at least." He didn't want to meet Kurt's eyes

Blaine was taken off guard when Kurt started laughing and looked up. "What?" Blaine asked curiously.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day. Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding Kurt?"

"Blaine please hear me out on this and listen carefully: You are drop-dead gorgeous, beautiful, charming, the definition of handsome and dapper, and amazingly good looking and lovely-inside and out. You and your body are something I love whether you look like this today or you're on that show 'My 600 Pound Life' tomorrow. You are stunning, ravishing, delightful, dare I say my stone cold fox, and I still don't know what I did or how I deserve you, but here we are. I love you for who you are and your body is icing on the cake. Don't abuse your body like I have in the past, you are beautiful and you are worth everything." Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead and lay down on Blaine's bed, patting the empty spot next to him, urging Blaine to join him.

If there was one thing they always knew about each other was that if either one of them was sad, it was the other's job to hold and cuddle them until they were better. So they lay like that for hours; tangled limbs, forehead kisses, and hushed 'I love yous' and 'I love you toos'.

The memory vanished sharply and Blaine tried to force the memory from his mind. He turned around and carefully inspected his body more carefully. 'Maybe I won't eat dinner tonight.' Blaine thought to himself as he pulled his shirt back down and sat back on his bed, trying to think of something-anything to get his mind off of everything that was bringing him down.

Monday morning came painfully quick and Kurt was dreading school and facing Blaine in English and Glee Club. To start off the morning on a bad note, there was no coffee in the Hummel-Hudson house, so Kurt drove to The Lima Bean. He pulled into the parking lot and realized Blaine's car was already there. Oh shit.

Kurt walked into the shop and got in line to order. 'Dammit, there is that velvet laugh of his.' Kurt thought, keeping his eyes on his perfectly clean-except for one dang little dirt spot-shoes and the floor. Someone was with Blaine, he was talking to someone who sounded like a good friend, but Kurt was scared to look up. Finally Kurt reached the counter and placed his usual coffee order-thinking back to when, before they were dating, they would come here and that blasted Valentine's day and 'you know my coffee order? Of course I do.' 'UH!' Kurt screamed in his head, trying to get rid of the memories for now.

When Kurt's name was called that his drink was ready, he was forced to look up again and take the drink. He turned around to head towards his car when he saw Blaine and Sebastian at their table and Blaine was kissing Sebastian, on the lips, in front of him.

'Man up, Hummel.' Kurt thought to himself. "Is this some kind of game? Payback? Revenge?" Kurt stormed up to them and they pulled apart when Kurt started talking to them. "Blaine, what you saw the other day, that was-he forced himself on me. I didn't do that on purpose to hurt you. But in front of my face, with someone who we've all hated since he came into the picture? How dare you!" Kurt was debating in his head whether or not to pour his coffee drink on either Blaine or Sebastian like people did in the movies, but he needed his coffee, he just paid for it, and he didn't want to get in trouble or stain the nice carpet. Instead he stormed out of the coffee shop toward his car without making a mess.

"Kurt! Wait!" Was being called from behind him, but he kept walking to his car, trying to dig his keys out of his bag, but he couldn't find them.

"What Blaine?" He gave up looking for his keys and turned around to face Blaine, leaning his back against the car. "Clearly I messed up big time and clearly you have moved on already."

"Kurt, no, that meant nothing. Please hear me out on this." Blaine pleaded, looking back to the door of the coffee shop, hoping Sebastian, the bastard, wouldn't come outside and make matters worse, and he didn't, thankfully.

"You wouldn't let me explain at school, why should I let you explain this now?"

"Because I still love you. That-that-"

"I've clearly lost you, Blaine. I've let you slip right through my fingers." Kurt was really mad at himself when a tear slipped down his cheek. "And now here you are, kissing some other guy, in public, right in front of my face! You didn't even want to kiss me on the steps at school when we were together and I gave you flowers when you got Tony in 'Westside Story'. You freaking patted me on the shoulder like a little kid and that wasn't the only place you didn't want to kiss me in public! But no! Here you are, making out with someone we've all hated, in front of a coffee shot full of people!"

"Kurt please, let me explain!" Blaine said stepping a little closer to Kurt, scared out of his mind that he would rip his arm off or something.

"Did I even mean anything to you?" Kurt asked softly with broken eyes.

"You know I could ask you the same damn question." Blaine said blankly, staring into Kurt's eyes. Silence filled between them.

"Have fun with your coffee date." Kurt said as he finally found his keys, hoped into his car, and drove off crying, leaving behind a teary eyed Blaine.

Song: Details in the Fabric-Jason Mraz. Italics in this story=song lyrics or flashbacks, just f.y.i.

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