DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or RIB.
Warning: Slight spoilers for Dance With Somebody aka 3x17. Just a handful of drabbles based on the episode.
A/N: If you read my one drabble called Hurt on here, this chapter comes right after that fic ends. You don't need to have read that one to understand this one, but just know that Blaine went to box the hell out of the punching bag after INRBIO.
His entire body was throbbing. The scalding hot water of the shower barely numbed the bristling pain he could feel in his hands, arms, and heart, but Blaine didn't care. He leaned his head forward and let the searing liquid blast against his scalp as he sobbed over how awful he felt and how embarrassed he was at the stunt he just pulled.
He just humiliated Kurt in front of their friends. He just threw his boyfriend under the bus when they had promised each other – promised – to always talk out their problems before they blew up on one another. He promised and he broke it.
More tears ran down his cheeks and mixed in with the falling water as he jutted his arms out to steady himself against the wall; everything hurt – his body, his feelings, his entire being, all of it ached and there wasn't anything he could do to soothe it. Nothing was helping. Singing didn't help, crying wasn't working, and not even boxing made him feel any better.
And he didn't know what to do. He just didn't know.
"Blaine? Blaine, are you in here?"
His head jerked up and he hissed when a jet of hot water splashed in his eyes. "Fuck!"
"Blaine, is that you?"
"Go away, Mike!" He growled as he blindly turned off the spigot and stumbled out to wrap himself up in a towel. He tied it low on his hips and went back to rubbing at his eyes to lessen the burning behind them. His right eye throbbed with each touch and he gently backed off his assault against it as he remembered the warnings given to him not months ago about taking proper care of a previously injured eyeball.
"I'm not leaving you in here like this," Mike called out, ignoring Blaine's angry outburst and brazenly stepping into the steamy shower room. "My God, Blaine, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Blaine whispered, slowly blinking open his eyes and taking in the sight of Mike's worried form standing before him. "You can go now. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Yeah well, you wouldn't either if you just took boiling water in the eye."
"Can you just leave please?"
Mike stepped forward, obviously not caring that he was sloshing around in Blaine's leftover shower water (McKinley had awful drainage in their showers, good lord), and grabbed up his friend's shower caddy. "Come on. We can go get a coffee or something and talk."
"Listen! I'm not letting you deal with this on your own, okay? Look at what you've already done," he said as he gestured to Blaine's swollen, red knuckles and shower burnt skin. "You're running on pure anger right now and I know you, man. You're gonna keep beating yourself up until you wear yourself out and that's the last thing you need right now."
"Shut it. Get dressed and meet me in the hall. We're going to grab a drink and vent. My treat."
Blaine stared out of the window, eyes dead as he watched passing cars drive by. He wasn't sure where this little place was that Mike had taken them to, but it smelled good, had nice decorations, and the drinks weren't too bad – it wasn't like the Lima Bean, but it had potential.
"How's your cinnamon dolce?"
"Really spicy, but good."
Mike went back to sipping his own soy vanilla frappe, occasionally looking up to stare at his quiet friend. He could easily see the pain hidden behind Blaine's eyes; the heartbreak and hurt that the other boy was desperate to unleash, but instead kept tucked away. He couldn't deny that he was super confused earlier that afternoon when Blaine jumped to the head of the room and accused Kurt of cheating. To be honest, he had never expected that out of either of those guys; Kurt and Blaine were a solid couple, kind of boring in some respects, but still solid. It wasn't until Blaine started singing earlier that everyone finally started to see a crack form in their relationship; one much, much larger than the one that presented itself during the week of West Side Story when the two barely spoke to one another at all. Whatever this was that happened between the two of them was very serious and Mike could only hope that they could work through it.
He may have not been the best of friends with Kurt, but he always respected the guy and was truly happy when Kurt found Blaine and the two of them subsequently got together. Also, he had a good friend in Blaine now and as a friend, he wanted to see Blaine happy and not hurting.
Which was why he took him out that afternoon: he needed to have a chat with his friend and hopefully help him get back on track with his emotions and maybe, just maybe talk to Kurt and make up.
Sighing, he took a long sip of his frappe and picked up his abandoned straw wrapper, crumbling it up into a small ball. He tossed it at Blaine's head and grinned when Blaine glared furiously at him.
"Oh come on, Blaine! I'm just trying to lighten up the mood."
Blaine scoffed, "Maybe I don't want to lighten up the mood."
"I'm your friend, right? So why can't you talk to me about this? You don't have to go into specifics with me, but I'm here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on or something."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Oh, so you singing an angry, jilted lover song at the front of the room is nothing to talk about? I don't think so, mister. What happened?"
"So, you were just singing for fun, stormed out of the room with tears in your eyes, and left Kurt gaping after you with tears in his own eyes? Becau-"
"Kurt was crying too?"
There we go, fall right into my trap, Blaine. "No, but he looked like it. He fled the room before anything slipped out, but he was far from alright."
Blaine visibly slumped in his seat, hands weakly curling around his cup of coffee as he sighed. "I never meant to hurt him, you know? I was just so angry about yesterday and… and it all sort of slipped out."
"Is it true though – what you sang about?"
Blaine paused, his breaths becoming slightly labored as tears welled up behind his dark lashes. Mike slid a hand across the table and patted Blaine's quivering ones.
"You don't have to go into specifics, Blaine, but if you want to talk, I'm here."
"He- he's been texting this other guy. I know I shouldn't be getting worked up about this because he said it's innocent, but I just feel like he's slipping away from me and this new guy would be so much better for him."
"Did he say he liked the guy?"
"No, not really. He said he liked the fact that the guy pays attention to him… because I don't, I guess."
"And I get it, I'm not the best boyfriend, but it still doesn't make things hurt any less."
"I just didn't mean to embarrass him like that. We always said we'd talk our issues out, but I couldn't bear to even look at him yesterday and this morning, I just want to explode. I wanted to hurt him like he was hurting me and God, I know I was being a petulant ass, but I really, really thought it would've helped-"
"And did it?"
"No," Blaine cried, pressing his head into his heads as he sobbed quietly. Mike stared down at his weeping friend, eyes darkened as he found himself wishing he could just replace himself with Kurt and force the two boys to talk out their differences. He reached over and gave his friend's forearm a squeeze while he used his other hand to use his phone.
Blaine's a mess. How's Kurt?
His phone buzzed in his hand. He won't answer the phone. Rachel sent Finn on a mission to find out if he's alright. I'll keep you updated.
Mike mentally thanked his girlfriend for working with him on Operation: Check on Kurt and Blaine and then went back to trying to soothe his sobbing friend.
"Just give it time, Blaine. Relationships were never meant to be perfect and even great ones have their issues once in a while – this entire ordeal is just one of those things; it'll blow over soon."
"I'm positive. You and Kurt are strong; you'll be fine."
"I hope so," Blaine croaked as he wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeves and regained his composure. "I can't lose him right now. I just can't."
"I know," Mike said quietly in the most reassuring voice he could muster up. Smiling weakly, he took a sip of his frappe and demanded Blaine do the same. He didn't care how long he had to sit in this coffee shop; his friend needed him and that was that.
Blaine slunk into his house, praying to God that his parents weren't home so that he'd have a chance to get to his room without having to answer a million questions about his bloodshot eyes and puffy face. As soon as he closed the front door, he heard his mother's voice call out from the living room, "Blaine! Is that you?"
"Yes," he said softly, thankful that his voice didn't waver or sound too hoarse from all the crying he did earlier. "I'll be back." He didn't wait for her response before he dashed up the stairs and ran into his bedroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him. He fell onto the mattress, snuggling into his pillows and breathing deeply when he smelled the clean, spicy scent of his boyfriend's hair and face creams left over on his pillowcase. Once the smells hit his nose, a fresh round of tears sprang up in his eyes and he started crying all over again, curling tightly around the pillow as he cried out his sorrows over possibly losing Kurt.
It seemed that no matter what he did: singing, boxing, talking it out, and what not – nothing could make him feel better; nothing unless it was Kurt himself. He just hoped he hadn't fucked their relationship up too much.
A/N: Sorry for the delay in updates. I needed a moment after that monstrosity of a season finale that we got the other day.