A/N: My heart broke while I wrote this and I even cried when editing it (you've been warned!). I'm chalking that up to Deb's angsty prompt, rather than Klaine. That being said, this scene formed in my head quickly and wouldn't leave me alone, so here's my attempt at angst/hurt. If you need some fluffy Klaine love after you read this, check out my story Tumbled Upon. It's Klaine in all their sweet innocence :) xoxo

Prompt #3: Blaine can barely look at himself in the mirror. But what's behind the door shocks him to the core.

Character(s): Blaine & Kurt

Word Count: 732

Date: July 18, 2011

Mirror, Mirror

Blaine excused himself and slipped into their bathroom, closing the door behind him. He hands gripped the sides of the sink. His knuckles turning white from the pressure. He couldn't bare to look at himself in the mirror, he didn't know when he'd become this person. He didn't recognize himself any more. For the last 5 years his number one priority had been loving Kurt. He couldn't pinpoint the moment that had changed, but he knew he didn't know who he was or what he was suppose to do now. He drew in a ragged breath as he focused on getting himself under control. A loud crash from the bedroom attracted his attention and he opened the door.

He had no way of knowing how long he'd been in the bathroom, but he didn't think it could have been long enough for the damage Kurt had done to their bedroom. Clothes, toiletries, pictures and mementos were strewn across the bed and tumbling to the floor. Kurt had his back to Blaine as he rummaged in his dresser.

"Wha-what's going on?" Blaine's voice cracked in the middle, mirroring the fragility of his heart.

Kurt spun around. "Really Blaine?" The ice in Kurt's eyes chilled Blaine to the bone. "Are we really going to do this? Where you pretend you don't know what's going on and I'm the one who has to say it?"

Blaine took a step forward while his mind began to spin out of control. His first response to Kurt's questions was Yes because maybe this was something else. Maybe this was something they could fix.

Kurt saw the hesitation in Blaine's face. He sighed in defeat, something he'd been doing a lot lately. "Fine. I'll spell it out. I know Blaine. I know how you cheated on me THREE FUCKING WEEKS AGO." Kurt shocked himself with the yelling. He'd planned this all out so carefully in his mind, but he hadn't factored in his adrenaline or the hole that was forming where his heart used to reside.

Kurt paced between his dresser and the bed, randomly throwing clothes into the suitcase perched open on the thousand-thread count sheets he so desperately wanted to curl up in and forget that his world was crumbling. But he couldn't. Well more importantly, he wouldn't. He had given Blaine too many chances and apparently, too much of his heart. He was all done with that now.

"But you know what the absolute worst part of this is? That you didn't even feel bad enough about it to feel like you needed to tell me or even apologize. Do I really mean that little to you?" Kurt bit down hard on his lip to prevent himself from crying.

"No, god no, Kurt. It isn't like that at all." Blaine blurted out. He had wanted to beg Kurt's forgiveness the second it happened, but he thought the worse thing he could do was use the cliche "it meant nothing," apparently Blaine had been wrong. The worst thing he could have done was to say nothing. And that's exactly what he did. For three excruciatingly long weeks while the guilt clawed at him from the inside and his skin felt like it would never be clean again.

Blaine crossed the room without even thinking about what he was doing. He reached out and laid his hand on Kurt's arm.

Kurt stilled for a moment, his strong facade beginning to crack. But then he glanced down at Blaine's hand and winced. Kurt took a small step backward and whispered brokenly, "Don't touch me."

Blaine was rendered immobile. During the half a decade they'd been together, Kurt had never once told Blaine not to touch him. Even during their worst fights, they had used touch to stay grounded, to stay connected, to remind themselves of the core of their relationship.

The sudden slam of the front door was an earthquake to the pieces of Blaine's heart that had barely been holding themselves together for longer than three weeks. His entire body shook with uncertainty and loss and pain as he crumbled to the floor. He knew when he looked in the mirror tomorrow he would recognize the man standing there. He would be the same person who had stood at the top of a spiral staircase, on an ordinary school day, wondering if life would ever hurt less than this.