This was never supposed to happen; this was never part of the plan.

It was supposed to be them forever.  Forever and always.  Kurt and Blaine until the end of time.  Those were the promises they had made to each other years ago when people would tell them that high school romances don’t last.  Promises that they had made to each other just days ago.

They meant nothing now.

I met someone else.  

I’m so sorry, Kurt.

This was never supposed to happen.

I still love you.

Kurt feels like he should’ve seen this coming.  Blaine was acting different, had been acting different for months.  But Kurt just shrugged it off as stress from work, nothing else.  It was the crying and the never ending stream of ‘I love you so much, Kurt’ and ‘I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry’ being pressed into his skin as Blaine rolled his hips, thrusting deeper inside him that should’ve given him away.  But it didn’t.  

What gave him away was when Kurt dropped down on one knee in their two bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, New York that rainy Tuesday evening.  It was when Blaine shook his head whispering the words, ‘I can’t’ as tears began to fall from his eyes.

I met someone else.

I’m so sorry, Kurt.

This was never supposed to happen.

I still love you.

Kurt wants to scream, but he can’t.  He can’t even bring himself to move from his position on the floor.  His lungs are screaming for air but it’s like he’s forgotten how to breathe.

I met someone else.

I’m so sorry, Kurt.

Kurt turns his head to the left, watching as Blaine moves from their bedroom to their bathroom across the hall.  He gathers his things, moving back into the bedroom to pack them in a suitcase.  He’s leaving.

I still love you.

Inside, Kurt’s laughing.  Not because it’s funny, though.  But because Blaine’s not allowed to say things like that anymore.  Blaine’s not allowed to love him when his heart is obviously with someone else now.  Someone who isn’t Kurt.  Someone who’s better than Kurt.  Someone who is something that Kurt obviously couldn’t be to Blaine.

Around the ringing in his ears and Blaine’s voice repeating those words on a never ending loop, Kurt hears the sound of wheels rolling across the hardwood floor of the apartment.  He’s not sure when it happened, but Blaine is standing in front of him now, looking down at him with a sad smile.

Blaine leans down, placing his right hand on Kurt’s cheek as he presses his lips firmly against Kurt’s forehead.  He stays like this for what feels like forever to Kurt, but is actually only a few short seconds.  Blaine’s already moved back to his suitcase, getting a firm grip on the handle before pulling it across the floor and to the door.

It’s only when Blaine shuts the door to their apartment, Kurt’s apartment, does Kurt begin to crumble.

This was never supposed to happen.