Blaine felt like he had been kicked in the guts. He was working fast to try and wrap his head around this horrible turn of events, but he barely even had time to absorb the fact before Kurt was speaking. No, not speaking. He was spitting the words out angrily and Blaine had sunk back a little against the cubicle just from the onslaught of them all. What the hell was happening here? "I-I don't know what you mean... I-I don't understand..." he stammered, feeling like he wanted to cry. "Are you breaking up with me? Why are you breaking up with me?"
He panicked then. He knew the answer to at least his first question, and it felt like everything was crashing and burning around him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and looked at Kurt in horrified disbelief but also with a mixture of confused hurt. He realised he had absolutely no idea how to deal with this, or what to say, or how to react. His breath hitched up in his throat around a lump that had formed there, but he did manage not to burst into immediate tears, even if he did want to. Kurt had been lying to him the whole time to shut him up? That was the crushing blow, and it left Blaine without any urge to fight Kurt's words because why shouldn't he just not believe them? It's exactly what he had been fearing. He was too much of a pain in the ass for Kurt. All he had done was be himself from day one, and whilst he thought he had finally found someone who wanted him unconditionally, someone he absolutely adored and had falling hard for, apparently it had all be a big farce, and that hurt more than he could even say.
It was just a single tear that managed to escape and drip down Blaine's cheek when he blinked to try and stop the sting in his eyes. "I-I guess that's it then. I'd say I'd see you around, but I won't get in your way anymore." He just placed the pill bottle on the vanity beside the sink near Kurt, and turned to get out of the bathroom as quickly as he could. If someone didn't want you in their presence, you weren't going to make a bigger dick of yourself by sticking around.
His head was head was stooped low as he wove through the tables of the restaurant and made it back to theirs where Puck and Quinn were sitting. "I've got to go," he said, choked, as he grabbed up his coat and threw some cash on the table from his wallet to cover the bill. More tears started to fall then and he couldn't even look at them. He just shoved his chair out of his way so he didn't trip and ran out of the restaurant. He got to the end of the block before he stopped and sat down heavily on the steps of a closed clothing boutique to bury his hands in his face and started to sob.
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He panicked then. He knew the answer to at least his first question, and it felt like everything was crashing and burning around him. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and looked at Kurt in horrified disbelief but also with a mixture of confused hurt. He realised he had absolutely no idea how to deal with this, or what to say, or how to react. His breath hitched up in his throat around a lump that had formed there, but he did manage not to burst into immediate tears, even if he did want to. Kurt had been lying to him the whole time to shut him up? That was the crushing blow, and it left Blaine without any urge to fight Kurt's words because why shouldn't he just not believe them? It's exactly what he had been fearing. He was too much of a pain in the ass for Kurt. All he had done was be himself from day one, and whilst he thought he had finally found someone who wanted him unconditionally, someone he absolutely adored and had falling hard for, apparently it had all be a big farce, and that hurt more than he could even say.
It was just a single tear that managed to escape and drip down Blaine's cheek when he blinked to try and stop the sting in his eyes. "I-I guess that's it then. I'd say I'd see you around, but I won't get in your way anymore." He just placed the pill bottle on the vanity beside the sink near Kurt, and turned to get out of the bathroom as quickly as he could. If someone didn't want you in their presence, you weren't going to make a bigger dick of yourself by sticking around.
His head was head was stooped low as he wove through the tables of the restaurant and made it back to theirs where Puck and Quinn were sitting. "I've got to go," he said, choked, as he grabbed up his coat and threw some cash on the table from his wallet to cover the bill. More tears started to fall then and he couldn't even look at them. He just shoved his chair out of his way so he didn't trip and ran out of the restaurant. He got to the end of the block before he stopped and sat down heavily on the steps of a closed clothing boutique to bury his hands in his face and started to sob.