School was the most annoying thing imaginable for Kurt and Blaine. English class was horrible because they still sat next to each other and it just felt so out of place not sneaking glances, passing notes or texting, making googely eyes at each other, or any of that. Just sitting there, as far away as possible from each other and pretending the other wasn't there, pretending they weren't broken or hurt by the other, that nothing between them even mattered.

Lunch was almost even worse. Kurt absentmindedly sat with his friends from glee club, but once he reached the table, he knew he would be bombarded with questions of 'why do you look so glum?' and 'where's Blaine?' and 'what happened?' and 'why aren't you eating much?' and he was definitely not in the mood for that. "You know what, I'm just going to sit by myself today, I'm fine, just need some alone time, see you guys later." Kurt said and sat at an empty table across the room.

Blaine grabbed his tray of food and turned to the cafeteria to try to find a place to sit. 'Well there was the glee table,' Blaine thought to himself, 'and that probably wasn't the greatest idea, Kurt wasn't over there, maybe he could-oh, there's Kurt, sitting by himself. Geez, the poor thing, he looks so sad and lonely. There's no way he's eating, pushing around food doesn't fool me. Maybe I could go sit with him? No no no, bad idea. He cheated on me, he owes me an apology first, he doesn't deserve my kindness.'

Everyone in glee club caught on quick that the couple wasn't speaking to each other at lunch and in rehearsal. They sat as far away from each other, once again, and didn't talk to anyone unless someone approached them.

"White boy, why the long face?" Mercedes asked Kurt in the choir room, waiting for Rachel to stop talking to Mr. Shuester about yet another solo she wanted, completely ignoring the plan she and Kurt had already set out for nationsals prior to this week.

"Blaine and I-fights and drama galore." Kurt sniffled, not meeting her eyes.

"Kurt, what happened?" She asked softly, taking her hand in his, trying her best to comfort him.

"Ok, I'll try to keep it short and sweet." Kurt straightened up, took a deep breath and finally looked into her curious eyes. "Friday we were in English and I didn't feel good so I went to the bathroom. I was on my way out and I ran into…Karofsky."

Mercedes gasped and tightened her grip around Kurt's hand, he didn't really care, and he didn't really care for anything anymore. "He said that he was in love with me. I tried to just get out of the bathroom and leave but he wouldn't let me-he wanted to talk and it all happened so fast and-and-"

"It's okay sweetie, you don't need to finish if you don't want to." Mercedes said motherly like. But what would Kurt know about that? He lost his mom almost ten years ago.

"No, I need to get this off my chest, I've told no one of this yet, Blaine won't even give me the chance to explain. Anyways-he kissed me. I tried to fight him off but he's on the football team-you know how strong Shane is-nearly impossible for someone as weak as me to fight off. I really tried my hardest to push him away but he wouldn't budge. Next thing I know, Blaine's standing there with tears rolling down his face and I've never seen anyone so broken in my life. My heart just disintegrated with that one look and he ran out of the bathroom, crying. I slapped Karofsky and ran after Blaine, feeling even worse-plus I already wasn't feeling good on top of this-but he just left school."

"Babe, I'm so sorry, we'll figure this out."

"I'm not finished yet 'Cedes." She rubbed his arm with her free hand and sat there in front of him, giving all of her undivided attention to what Kurt had to say. "I went to the Lima Bean this morning and he was there. I didn't talk to him or anything but I could hear his voice and his laugh-God, I miss that laugh-I heard it across the room and when I got my coffee and turned to leave, I saw him kissing that bastard, Sebastian." Kurt let out the tears he was holding in that whole time and Mercedes engulfed him in a big bear hug, rubbing his back.

"Kurt-I know this seems like your whole world right now and I'm so sorry to hear all of this, but that you're going through all of this, and we will fix it one way or another. Myself or any of us in here can try talking to him and hear his side of the story. You'll get through this, I promise. And it's my job to love and comfort you when crap like this happens." Kurt pulled out of their hug and thanked her once the final bell of the day rung and everyone left.

Blaine sat there, hating the world, wishing he was anywhere but school. Rachel, Brittany, Artie, and Rory all asked him if he was ok, he replied 'Long story' and they all seemed to walk away. 'Great, you guys are such great friends.' Blaine thought to himself as he took a seat on the far side of the choir room, away from everyone else. He heard Kurt crying, talking to Mercedes, but he didn't want to hear any of that, so, since Mr. Shuester didn't care and it was a choir class after all, he put in his headphones and did some homework, trying to block out the world.

He walked out of the choir room the second the final bell rang, went to his locker, grabbed some textbooks that he probably wouldn't do anything with because of everything that was going on, and headed out to his car. He pulled out his keys, hoped in, and started his fairly short drive home. He turned on the radio and a familiar song came on.

Do you hear me,

I'm talking to you

Across the water across the deep blue ocean

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying

Boy I hear you in my dreams

I feel your whisper across the sea

I keep you with me in my heart

You make it easier when life gets hard

He didn't recognize it at first and was enjoying it for a while until it reached the chorus and the song became uncomfortably familiar-

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

A Jason Mraz song, Colbie Caillat-then it hit him-this was him and Kurt's song when they first started dating almost a year ago.

"Hey you." Blaine announced as Kurt opened the front door of his house and stepped onto the front porch with Blaine who was presented with a chipper and beaming Kurt.

"Hey boyfriend." Kurt smiled and Blaine gave him a kiss on the cheek, which caused both of them to giggle like little children, gosh, they were just the cheesiest couple ever. "I'm sorry if/when I call you 'boyfriend', I just can't believe I finally…have one. It's all so new to me, so bare with me on all of this." Kurt said as they started to walk towards Blaine's car, which he always parked on the next street and down aways over so they could talk and hold hands longer.

"Ok, first off, we're taking this slow and serious and don't worry about any of it. I've only been in one other relationship, as you know, and he didn't even take it that seriously anyways, so this is kind of a first time thing for the both of us-we'll be fine, don't worry. And secondly, you are just the most adorable thing, call be whatever you want, anything that's good, obviously-unless I'm being a total jerk-then in that rare case, proceed. Any pet name, endearment, whatever, I'll let you know if I don't like it."

"Alright." Kurt said with a shy smile and red cheeks.

"Ok, come on, you know you're dying to say it again, spit it out."

"Boyfriend!" Kurt giggled, laughed, and sort of skipped-jumped into Blaine's arms as he pulled them into a sweet kiss.

Blaine pulled up to his house and turned off the car and cried for what seemed like hours. He cried for Kurt, the pain he put him through on Friday and now what Blaine did today on purpose. 'God, I'm such an idiot!' Blaine yelled inside his head, he hated himself so much. Kurt had gone through so much in his life already-and now this crap with Sebastian didn't solve anything more. Anger and regret filled Blaine faster than anyone would have wanted and he needed to get his anger out now.

After about 20 minutes or so of solid crying against the hard, cold steering wheel of his car, Blaine wiped away his tears, wishing Kurt was there to do so and comfort him, took a deep breath, and got out of the car. Blaine went inside, up to his bedroom, changed into workout clothes, grabbed some water, music, and went for a run. He did not bother to eat anything the rest of the night, pushing aside the words Kurt had told him months ago that were suddenly always resurfacing in Blaine's mind that Blaine's body was 'impeccably perfect the way it was'-because it wasn't and it only made Blaine loathe himself more.

The next few days went by same as Monday did for Kurt and Blaine-uncomfortable, silent, depressing, and all kinds of lonely. Blaine kept up his workout routine and really was set on loosing some weight. After all, he had always hated his body and it seemed like a great distraction, anger release-ment, and something good to focus on.

Kurt however, wasn't quite like that. He never exercised or anything like that. Sure was the school football teams' kicker for a single game two years ago, but that was about it. He just sat around the dinner table with his family and pushed his food around. His dad, stepmom, Carol, and stepbrother, Finn, all noticed he was looking much bonier but didn't say anything. Kurt missed Blaine giving him compliments, compliments about anything-his style, his personality, his body, his hair, his everything. Without them, he felt so empty and that no one cared for him at all…and maybe that was the truth.

Kurt hated feeling so lonely and cried that night when he was trying to fall asleep. He was listening to music when an emotional song began to play.

Sleeping to dream about you

And I'm so damn tired

Of having to live without you

But I don't mind at all

Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired

It's just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night

Oh just a lullabye to keep from crying myself to sleep

Oh just a, just oh, just a little lullabye,

Once I dry these eyes and come on

Sleeping to dream about you

And I'm so damn tired

Of having to live without you

But I don't mind

Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired, I'm so tired

Kurt hated that he was still upset about all of this, but he felt like the only thing that he could connect with anymore were the tears that weirdly soothed him to sleep.

The next day, Thursday, Blaine was wandering around after glee club, heading home, and heard someone singing in the auditorium. He was curious and walked closer towards the voice and entered the back of the school's theatre. The voice sounded like he was in a dream. It took him back to great memories of being happy and comfortable with everything around him, despite how horribly he'd been treated in his past. Blaine closed his eyes as he heard voice become louder with the song and the voice became more and more familiar-Kurt.

You've got the best of both worlds

You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,

And lift him back up again

You are strong but you're needy,

Humble but you're greedy

And based on your body language,

And shoddy cursive I've been reading

Your style is quite selective,

though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests

that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is

It's like picking up trash in dresses

'Man, Kurt did love his Jason Mraz' Blaine thought to himself as he hid in the back of the auditorium, watching the beautifully broken man singing, sitting indian style in the middle of the empty stage.

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write

Kind of turn themselves into knives

And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction

But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear

'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice

Your comebacks ‒ they're quick

And probably have to do with your insecurities

There's no shame in being crazy,

Depending on how you take these

Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

A tear fell down Kurt's cheek and then three or four fell afterwards. He had no idea how broken he had become after everything that had happened, but he continued singing.

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is

It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say

Kind of turn themselves into blades

And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard

But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt

'Cause here, here we are, here we are

Here we are, here we are, here we are, here we are

We're still here

What a beautiful mess this is

It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures

We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides they turn and hearts disfigure

But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts

But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.

Kurt's face became more tear-stained than Blaine had noticed. Blaine couldn't handle this anymore and needed to leave the theatre before Kurt knew he was there. Blaine needed to fix this-this drama, this crap that was driving him insane and he needed to man up and win his man back.

"Blaine." He barely heard Kurt whisper softly.

'Damnit!' Blaine yelled in his head and immediately figured he had been caught. Blaine slowly turned around and was hit with relief when he saw Kurt's eyes closed, still sitting where he was on that stage, as beautiful and perfect as ever. Blaine hid behind another chair again and listened to the broken man speak again.

"I'm so sorry and I'm terrified that I've lost you forever. My life is far from 'a beautiful mess'. Yes, it's a mess, but it's far far far from beautiful. It's a lonely, horrible, unbearable mess and without you in it is completely pointless. I hope in time you can forgive me. I miss you. I love you." More tears fell down his face as he finished-still not knowing Blaine was there at all.

Blaine was so tempted to reveal himself to Kurt and run into his arms and kiss him forever and ever and ever; tell him everything's ok and that he loves him, loves him more than anything. He knew Kurt always wanted to be held when he was sad and Blaine knew he needed that comfort right now. Forgive, forget, and start loving each other again-wait, did Blaine still love him after everything? 'I'll always care for Kurt, whether we're together, in a relationship or not.' Blaine thought to himself, checking again that Kurt hadn't spotted him yet.

But he didn't do run up to Kurt or say anything to him, or kiss him like he was just dying to do. Blaine left the auditorium and went home; he wasn't ready to talk yet and needed to process this entire thing, alone...or just cry and cry into his pillow first.