DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or RIB.
Not Like This
Warning: Future chapters contain harsh language, mentions of violence and gay bashing, and homophobia.
Thanksgiving Break – November 2012
"I think we should take a break."
"You think we should what?"
"Take a break. Break-up," Kurt softly repeated, leaning up against the dresser as he fought not to lock eyes with his boyfriend. Blaine sat across from him on the guest bed, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You want to end this? Why, Kurt? What did I do? I didn't- I can't-"
"Blaine, it's not your fault. It's just- this distance… it's so hard. We never have time to talk anymore. You're always busy with glee and I've got auditions and homework and it's just not working anymore."
"But you- you said that-"
"Blaine, please don't make this any harder than it has to be. We can still be friends; I just can't do this anymore. It's too hard."
Blaine stood up, his hands flying up to his head as he tightly locked his fingers in his hair. "I can't believe you're breaking us up! …couldn't we just talk this over? We can work this out, Kurt! We've gotten through all kinds of shit; we can get through this!"
"It's just not that easy-"
"Maybe for you! God, Kurt, you're just springing this all on me now! After all that we did this week- did it mean anything to you? Was I just some quick and easy lay or something to you? If you were going to break it off, why did you even have me come over? Why'd you have sex with me? One last fling? Why did you even spend the week with me?"
Blaine started sobbing and with each cry, Kurt's heart broke a little bit more. He turned away, desperately trying to block out the sounds of Blaine's crying as he fought with his own emotions. He knew he was lying to himself when he said that they just didn't have the time anymore, but God, he had gotten so caught up with his new life in New York that sometimes Blaine got pushed to the side and it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to Blaine and it wasn't fair to him either.
Sighing, he walked over to where Blaine was standing and placed his hands gently on the boy's shoulders; he flinched when he felt Blaine tense underneath his grasp, "Blaine-"
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"It's not working, I already said that."
"Then tell me how to fix it. I can't screw this up, I just can't."
Kurt frowned, slowly curling his arms around Blaine and tugging the shorter boy against his chest, "You can't fix it. I'm sorry."
"NO!" Blaine shouted, yanking himself away from Kurt's arms. "I love you, Kurt! Don't you love me? I thought you said you'd wait for me!"
"I did and I will, but just as friends. It's for the best, Bla-"
"No, it's for the best for you! You said you'd never say goodbye to me-"
"And I'm not," Kurt protested, tears now falling freely down his own cheeks. This was not how he expected this to go; he thought things were going to be hard, but he never expected Blaine to break down this horribly.
"You are," Blaine cried, stumbling backwards towards the bedroom door. "You're saying goodbye and even though you think we can just be friends, it won't be that way. It'll never be the same again. This is just a goodbye! You're just like everyone else, Kurt; you're leaving me just like everyone else I've ever loved has."
"I- I thought you were different, Kurt. I thought we had something. I thought we'd last. I-" he choked, "I thought you loved me as much I love you. I guess I was wrong."
Kurt reached an arm out, rushing forward to grab Blaine as the boy turned on his heel and ran down the hall. He stopped himself though when Blaine tore down the steps and carelessly threw on his coat and shoes.
"Blaine!" He heard his father call out. Burt stood up and walked out in the hall, his eyes darting back and forth between the crying boy before him and his son who stood silent and watery eyed on the stairs. "Blaine, are you-"
"Goodbye, Mr. Hummel. Thank you f-for a lovely dinner," Blaine whimpered, tugging his car keys out of his pockets. He opened the front door and stepped outside into the cold fall air. "Tell Carole I said thank you as well," he whispered as he ran down the sidewalk and hopped into his car, peeling out of the driveway within seconds of starting his car.
Up on the staircase, Kurt collapsed and wrapped his arms around his knees, sobbing over the relationship he just ended and the boy whose heart he just shattered.
A/N: Things are only gonna get more difficult from here. Just warning you all. Also, I know I have a million other WIPs out right now. I'm gonna try to work on those while I update this one. I just couldn't get anything written because this one had taken up all my plot bunnies. So don't fret, the other fics will be updated too (if you were a reader of my other works).