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[showbizpanache]

If anyone has seen or heard anything from Blaine Anderson please let me know. He has been missing for more than a day now.

He hasn't gone home; I know that for sure. I've attached a photo of him for those who haven't previously met him.

Here. His hair is black and curly and he's about 5'7" in height. He was wearing a red Ralph Lauren sweater and cropped jeans.

Thank you.

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[showbizpanache]

[No, damn it. Kurt actually starts to feel frustrated, and he shakes his head again.]

It's not like last time, Jack. He's not coming back. And I don't think I want him to.

[allucinator]

[He parks and turns, facing Kurt.]

So you move on.

[showbizpanache]

[It's so simple it's shocking. Kurt has to stare.]

How? [He finally asks.]

[allucinator]

It . . . hurts, at first. But you just . . . start forgettin' them. You stop obsessin' over them. You start to realize they weren't that great, and you realize there's someone better out there for you. And one day, you realize you're fine. You're better off without them. And then you meet them.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt is quiet for a long, long time. They're words of comfort, he knows that, words of hope-- But they don't bring him comfort at all. Instead, they make him feel like his heart is breaking.

Tears roll down his cheeks and he shakes his head slowly, disbelieving.]

I can't. [His voice is tiny at first, then gets louder.] I can't.

[allucinator]

Yeah, you can. Kurt, c'mere, for crissake--

[He reaches forward, gripping his shoulder.]

Look, I-- I had a girl once. And I loved her, and I thought . . . but it didn't work out. And look at me now, three years later. I'm fine. I'm better'n fine. And so will you. It just takes time.

[showbizpanache]

What happened? With you and her?

[allucinator]

She cheated on me.

[showbizpanache]

No great loss, then.

[allucinator]

What did Blaine do?

[showbizpanache]

He...

[Kurt hesitates, sitting sidesaddle on the motorcycle while Jack stands near him.]

He'd been acting differently. Happier, more energetic. I wanted to believe he was really happy living with me, so maybe that's why I excused it for so long, but...

[He takes a deep breath, shaking his head.] I found drugs in his bedroom drawer. He'd been lying to me about them. And when I tried to take them away from him...

[Slowly he spreads out his hands in front of him. They're bandaged up.]

[allucinator]

[He bites his lip and nods.]

I'm sorry. You want me to heal em?

[showbizpanache]

[He shakes his head.] No. Not if you have to hurt yourself. They're just little cuts, anyway.

[allucinator]

[He nods.]

So you gonna break up with him?

[showbizpanache]

I... [A pause.] No. I don't know.

[allucinator]

[He nods again, feeling useless.]

I think . . . I mean, I dunno, but I think one o' you oughta spend a few weeks outta your house. Him, if it were the best world, but if he won't leave . . .

[showbizpanache]

No need for that. He already left.

[allucinator]

Good.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt opens his mouth, startled, looking as though he might be mildly offended by that. He closes it again, though, and just falls silent, staring at his wounded hands.]

[allucinator]

I'm serious. If he's hurtin' you so bad, then good he's gone.

[showbizpanache]

[He shakes his head firmly.]

It's not like that.

[allucinator]

What d'ya mean?

[showbizpanache]

He doesn't-- He didn't mean to. [Yes he did.]

[allucinator]

Yeah, well, he did. Mean to or not.