AN: Okay, so there was a lot of confusion with this story. It was meant to be a one-shot, but a lot of people left confused reviews, so I decided to go ahead and write a little prologue to clear it up. Hopefully this helps.

I jumped when a car door slammed outside my window. Glancing into the front yard, I saw Kurt's black Navigator, and heard his happy whistling coming from the front porch. I sunk down onto my bed, staring at the few loose threads. I heard my sister let Kurt in downstairs, and then his familiar footsteps as he neared my bedroom.

Kurt knocked lightly before letting himself in.

"Hey, Blaine, you'll never guess what I—" he started in a cheery voice but cut off when I looked up at him. I could feel the beginnings of tears welling under my eyelids, and I shifted my eyes away.

Kurt rushed over and knelt in front of me. He took my hands in his and tried to catch my eye.

"Blaine? Blaine, what's wrong?" he asked, voice thick with worry. I stood up and moved away from him, putting a hand through my hair before turning around to face him. He was standing now, not to far from me. If I took half a step I could touch him. I didn't.

"I..." I glanced at the picture frame on my desk, the one that held the photo of us at Prom. "I'm breaking up with you."