AN- Hi guys, I felt bad about not updating, but I hope u guys know, that I try my best, I luv u guys, and if u have any ideas about what you want to happen, pls tell me, coz I'll c if I can put it in... in other words I'm stuck, but I managed to get this chapter together, and in memory of Cory Monteith, DON'T STOP BELIEVING!! - AN

Blaine's POV

The morning is numb. I force myself to get up and get dressed. When I slick back my hair with gel, my movements are slow, and uncaring. What can I say? When your world tumbles around you, and you get left with the rubble, what can you do? Nothing can reverse time. And when the person who has taken your heart, almost leaves you, you feel as if you could die just from acknowledging that certain fact. The fact that your heart will never be the same.

Eventually I get in my car and drive to school. The hum of the car gets me thinking.

Is this what Kurt was hearing before he crashed? What was he thinking about? Was it me? Was he thinking about me when it happened? Is it my fault? Is it ALL my fault?

I pull up at school and get out, immediately making my way to the choir room, trying to ignore the buzz of voices that follow me. Once inside, I take a seat at the back of the room, pull my knees up to my chest, bury my face in my hands, and just sit there. I can't cry, and I won't cry. But this room... this room was a second home to him, and just the thought makes me almost break. But I can't. I'm empty. Devoid of any emotion. I sit there for god knows how long. Skipping classes. But I don't care. As the bell drills into my ears again, I finally sit up and look around me. The rest of the New Directions are now milling into the room, most of them downcast, gazes not once leaving the floor. Until the first voice breaks the silence, and they all look at me.

"I'm so sorry!!"

"Is he gonna be okay?!"

"Do you need anything?"

"I.."

"You know..."

"I'm sure...."

I remain silent as the voices blend into one another, giving me a headache. Eventually it gets too much for me.

"Stop!!" I half-shout, "Stop, just stop it, okay?! Kurts going into surgery at midday today, and I just can't, I can't deal with everything."

"You chose surgery?"

It's Finn. His voice is broken, though only half as broken as I know mine is, and I meet his eyes slowly.

"I - I did. Yes."

He shakes his head repeatedly, eyes wide.

"Burt and mum knew how much Kurt cared about you. He let YOU make the decision. And you chose the one where he had a TWENTY PERCENT CHANCE OF LIVING!!"

"Don't say CARED, he's still alive," I whisper.

"I loved him, Kurt was my little brother!!"

"Don't say WAS," My voice gets louder.

"He trusted you!!"

"STOP USING PAST TENSE, WHEN HE IS STILL ALIVE!!"

"Well," Finn leans closer, "He won't be for much longer. All, thanks, to YOU."

I punch him. People are crowding around the doorway now, watching, as everyone in Glee tears us away from each other.

"Stop it!!" Mr Schuester runs in and shouts at us, "Finn, Blaine, go home, you shouldn't come to school in a state like this."

I'm about to leave, when I look at the clock and freeze. It's half-past midday. I stand there frozen for a minute, before my phone rings. I check the ID. Shit. I answer it and hold it to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask, breathless.

"Hello, Blaine?" Lynda says, too calmly, "I'm sorry, but we have some bad news."

My heart goes cold

AN- Ooooohhhooooooooohhhhh bad news.... it's fine, i wouldn't kill Kurt.... or would i???????? Better find out as soon as i update next, and idek when that would be. This was a short chapter, but it was still something, so YOLO!! ;) -AN