Blaine had an arm hugged around the iron stair railing next to him, and his head was resting against it. He couldn't speak at first, he was crying so hard and any words would just be drowned in more messy sobs. He really didn't want this to tear him down like this, but never in a million years could he have anticipated this being the outcome of tonight and it all happened before he could catch his breath. It hurt so damn much and crying seemed to be the only thing he could manage to face initially. He didn't want to break up with Kurt, but if it was all just fake anyway, he had been hanging onto something that didn't exist.

"He said... said he's only b-been doing everything to... to get me out of his face!" he sobbed and let go of the railing to hunch over, dropping his coat onto the floor at his feet. He tried to gulp in some air, but it just caused him to hiccup and choke on another sob and more tears spilt over his fingertips when he tried to wipe his eyes with them. "H-He said I wasn't his type and he never wanted...w-wanted to be with me!"

A couple walked past them up the sidewalk and had a good gawk at him, but he didn't even notice or care. "I think he was making himself puke in there," he finally added in confusion. "N-No... I know he was. He was. That's what started it all."