The falling teen angel

Lost Heart in an Empty House

The trip back to Ohio was not a pleasant one, as Blaine couldn't stop thinking about Kurt and what his ill-thoughtful attitude did to their relationship. And what made it all the more confusing was that he wasn't even sure what situation his relationship with Kurt was in. Everything seemed to be over, it could only be that, but a stupid blaze of hope still burned in Blaine's heart. "Could Kurt forgive me? If I give him space and time? ..." Blaine thought during the flight.

Being in Ohio didn't make Blaine's situation any easier. "_I don't know what's worse, having to explain to my parents that Kurt and I are no longer together and see the satisfaction on my father's face and the pity on my mother's, or face the empty house once again ? " Blaine told himself, taking a deep breath and holding the doorknob of his parents' huge house.

Upon finally entering the house, Blaine once again came across an uninhabited house, as his parents invariably were out of town on a business trip only served to increase their sense of total abandonment ... "_What I expected?" With a humorless laugh, Blaine closed the door and headed straight for his own room.

Arriving in the bedroom, Blaine tossed his suitcase in the corner near the door and taking off his jacket, and shoes, threw himself flat on the bed. The abrupt movement in the bed caused the bedside table to shake, and the picture frames on it to fall, breaking the glass that protected the pictures on them.

The sound of breaking glass suddenly aroused a painful memory in Blaine. Suddenly the image of a hysterical Kurt depicting all of Blaine's despicable actions in the middle of a sea of ​​broken glass from a broken glass in the middle of the loft invaded Blaine's mind. The pain of repentant words repenting, and Kurt's look of disappointment invading Blaine's heart, then he gave a sad sigh and reached for the picture frame off the floor.

Already with the picture frame in hand, Blaine turns over in bed and stares at the picture that exposed a couple who believed in love for life ... who was happy "How stupid I was, my love." Blaine whispered to the picture, as if talking to Kurt himself. "I don't know what I was thinking! I swear I don't know!" Blaine repeated to himself, unaware that tears were already streaming down his face and wetting his pillow.

Unaware of the time passing by, Blaine just needed to recant ... explain herself ... try to understand why her actions had resulted in the loss of the love of her life.

He well knew he wouldn't have a chance to talk to Kurt anytime soon. Kurt probably didn't want to see him or even painted gold, and rightly so, he knew that, but that couldn't erase the anguish of needing to explain why his stupidity... but worst of all, he didn't even understand why. your own actions.

Blaine spent the day in his room, looking at the picture frame and thinking. Talking to yourself. Trying to find reason for your actions.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he did not notice the hours pass nor the sleep taking over his being. Blaine ended up asleep hugging the picture frame with his picture with Kurt smiling.

Despite having fallen asleep, the night was nothing quiet. Blaine turned and fidgeted in his bed at the dream that came to mind.

"Why did you do this to me, Blaine? I loved you so much! Why did you cheat on me? Don't you love me?" asked a sad, tearful Kurt on a bloody floor "_Don't you realize what you did? You broke up with me ... you killed all the good we had!" Kurt was still talking in a melancholy voice and a faraway look ... Suddenly, as if by magic, Kurt disappears and Blaine wakes up startled, with uneven breathing and a scream in his throat "_KURT, NO! PLEASE!" ...

Heart pounding, tears still streaming down her face, Blaine suddenly sits on his bed looking around trying to figure out where he was and what had happened ... A sense of despair still in his veins, with the image of Kurt wrapped around him. in blood ...

Noticing everything was just a dream, or rather a nightmare. Blaine let out a breath he hadn't even noticed he had held, put his face in his hands and, feeling surrendered to sadness, got up and went to the bathroom thinking about trying to wash away the nightmare discomfort by taking a hot shower.

Little did Blaine know, that this emptiness in her heart would not be calmed anytime soon, let alone by a hot bath or a night's sleep.