It's gonna be okay.

If Charlie had a dime for every time he'd said those words, he'd be a very rich man indeed (of course, he already was, but that's beside the point). He said them to David, when he stressed over school and after the accident. He said them to Wes when he freaked out over his parents coming. He said them to Reed when he found the boy crying over Shane and each time he injured himself. He said them to Blaine when the shorter boy told Chaz about his past. He even said them to Logan, when he discovered his then future fellow Prefect sitting in an empty classroom, staring ahead blankly, Joshua's blood staining his knuckles.

The person he said these words to most often was Justin. He used them to comfort the boy he loved for whatever problem Justin might have.

"I failed my English paper!"

It's gonna be okay.

"I broke my wrist wrestling Spencer, and it hurts, Chaz."

It's gonna be okay.

"My parents disowned me. They don't want us to be together."

It's gonna be okay.

But there were a few times these words didn't soothe. Like the day he sat in Justin's dorm room, watching his boyfriend cry silently.

"Y-you…you're in love with him, too?"

"I'm sorry, Justin, I'm sorry. It means nothing. I love you. I'll get over it."

It's gonna be okay.

And there was one time these words were a lie. That was the time he clutched a note from Justin in his shaking hands, a note that said Justin was leaving, leaving and not coming back. And as he felt Blaine's hand on his shoulder and his voice speaking those fucking lies to him, It's gonna be okay, he realized that no matter how much he wished for it, no matter how hard he tried to fix things…

It wasn't gonna be okay.