Two hours later, Dylan entered the apartment to find Kurt sitting in front of the cupboards in the kitchen, with his face buried in his hands. "Hey, whats wrong?" he came and sat on the floor next to him.

Wiping his tears away, Kurt looked into those chocolate eyes and almost laughed, He had been a wreck since Blaine stormed out, feeling guilty for kissing him. And yet, seeing his boyfriend again reminded Kurt how much he loved him, and how stupid he was for thinking he needed Blaine. He grabbed Dylans hand and said,"Im sorry. Ive just been a little tired all week."

"Thats my fault," Dylan said apologetically. "Weve been working so hard the last couple weeks to make sure the apartment looks nice. Ive been pretty whipped too. I think we need a break."

"I made dinner a couple hours ago, forgetting you werent going to be here," Kurt lied. the chicken had bee ready, but it was because of Blaine, not because he forgot.

Dylan rested his head on Kurts shoulder, and the guilt of having Blaine in the apartment began to set in. Kurt knew it had been wrong. He knew, from the moment he invited Blaine in, that something was going to happen. Kurt also knew he was going to regret it. He couldnt pretend that nothing had happened.

But the other part of him had hoped something would happen, and he wanted to keep that private moment with Blaine for himself. Dylan had been so distant with him lately, and Kurt was starting to feel alone in this big city. He thought starting over in a new city would bring them closer, but it was so hard. Blaine filled that empty space and Kurt was hoping that being with Blaine would make that space disappear.

Instead it left him feeling guilty, and he knew what he had to do.

Unfortunately, he didnt get to confront Blaine until the following Wednesday. Blaine stopped coming to the coffee shop. Kurt knew Blaine was avoiding him, and he couldnt blame him, but it still bothered him. They both had made the mistake of kissing the other. Kurt was willing to admit it was wrong instead of hiding.

When Blaine walked in that morning, Kurt stood up and met him at the counter. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," Blaine mumbled, handing over the cash for his drink.

"We need to talk," Kurt said slowly.

"I know," Blaine took his drink and sat down at his usual table. Kurt followed.

"Blaine, as far as I know,  youre not even gay. I mean, you have a girlfriend. I dont know what happened the other day, but it cant happen again," Kurt folded his hands on the table and said, "Dylan has been so good to me for two years. Two years. Thats a long time. i cant lie to him about you. Ive never lied to him before, and I dont want to start now."

"I understand that," Blaine nodded.

"Im not the kind of person who cheats. I told myself I never would," Kurt bit his lip nervously.

"I know. I feel the same way," Blaine nodded slowly. "Im so sorry, Kurt." He looked into his eyes, and Kurt felt the butterflies in his stomach at the sight of those hazel eyes. 

"Me too," Kurt said, giving him a sad smile. "But I dont want that to stop us from being friends. I really do like you, Blaine, and I want to continue to talk to you and drink coffee with you."

"I was hoping youd say that," Blaine replied."Youre gonna need someone to show you the other important sights in in this city."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Kurt said, "I would be honored to have you as my tour guide."

"Its a plan," Blaine reached across the table and held out his hand.

Hesitating, Kurt took it and said, "This is our agreement that things stay platonic."

"That wont be a problem. I have a girlfriend, remember?" Blaine said, releasing Kurts hand after they shook.

"So youre not...?" Kurt paused, eyeing him suspiciously.

"No," Blaine shook his head. 

"Then this shouldnt be a problem," Kurt said, thinking of the plan he created the night before. If there really was no hope for him and Blaine, and what happened the other night was purely an accident, then Dylan had no right to be angry about any of this.

"Im sorry?" Blaine craned his neck forward, unsure of what he said.

"I want you to meet Dylan," Kurt told him flatly. "Weve been at this for a couple weeks now, and I think he should know about you. I dont want him to find out about you later down the road and hate me for lying for so long."

"Sure," Blaine simply nodded.

"So youll meet him?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, bring him in," Blaine said, sitting back in his chair. He had been so uptight this whole conversation, and he was finally relaxing.. "Ive got nothing to hide. Youre absolutely right. We have no chance of being together, and i want you to be comfortable with spending time with me, like were just friends."

"Thank you, Blaine. Im glad you can be so understanding," Kurt reached across the table and took his hand again. "And Blaine, Im really sorry about what happened the other day... Ive just been feeling a little alone, and I really do like spending time with you."

"Its fine, Kurt. Ill see you tomorrow," Blaine replied.

"Can you do me a favor?" Kurt asked Dylan later that night.

"Anything," Dylan rolled on to his side and wrapped his arm around Kurts torso. He nuzzled his face into Kurts neck and sighed.

"Will you come have coffee with me before work?" he said slowly. He really wasnt sure how Dylan would take this, but this had to be done. He couldnt lie about Blaine.

"Why?" Dylan asked suspiciously. "I hate coffee."

"Theres someone I want you to meet," he said truthfully.

Dylan propped himself on his elbow to look at Kurt better. "Who do you want me to meet?" he asked. "Ive already met Mercedes and Sam when they brought that meal for us the other night."

"Hes a friend I met at the coffee shop a couple weeks ago," Kurt admitted.

"A friend?" Dylan pulled away from him, sitting up in bed. "Why am I meeting this friend?"

"Can I be honest with you?" Kurt sat up and placed a hand on Dylans thigh. Dylan glanced at him and he continued, "I met him a couple weeks ago, and weve been talking ever since. He has my phone number, and we spent all day together the other day. But were just friends, and I want you to meet him, because I think Id be more comfortable with him, if you knew there is absolutely nothing to be jealous of." He bit his lip, afraid of how Dylan would react.

"You spent all day with him?" Dylan narrowed his eyes at this. He pushed Kurts hand away from him and stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you dont think I have a reason to be jealous?" 

"Its harmless. Hes not even gay," Kurt said. He wasnt going to mention that, regardless of his sexuality, Blaine had seemed to enjoy the kiss they shared the other day. Blaine said he wasnt gay, and Kurt had to trust his answer.

"If hes not gay, why do you care what I think?" Dylan asked.

"I just want to be comfortable about this friendship, and i want you t be okay with it. Please?" he batted his long eyelashes at his boyfriend. "Ive never just had a guy friend to myself. All the guys at McKinley were in my glee club, so its different."

"I just dont see why youre making a big deal out of this, if it doesnt mean anything to you," Dylan argued.

"Because it does mean something. Hes my friend. I just want you to understand that," he crawled to the edge of the bed and grabbed Dylans waist. "Please?"

"Fine, whatever."

Reluctantly, Dylan went along with him, and Kurt began to feel like this might have been a mistake. Dylan grabbed Kurts hand the moment they entered the shop, claiming possession. He was jealous.

"Hell be here shortly," Kurt said hopefully. There was a chance Blaine would back out of this, and Kurt wasnt sure how hed feel about it. At least they could hold off this meeting he was regretting. But Dylan would only get more suspicious, and it was better to get this over with.

In time, Blaine did come. He grabbed his usual cup and marched toward Kurts table. His eyes widening at the sight of Dylan and Kurt holding hands. He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his shirt. Taking a seat, Blaine stared down at the table.

"Blaine, this is my boyfriend, Dylan. Dyl, this is Blaine," Kurt said awkwardly, gesturing between the two.

"Nice to meet you," Blaine nervously held out a shaking hand.

"Uh-huh," Dylan lazily took his hand for a second, before he quickly pulled away, His other hand never left Kurts grasp..

"I wanted you guys to meet, because I want to continue to be completely honest with you, babe, and I like Blaine. Hes a good friend. I want to continue being his friend without you feeling weird about it," Kurt squeezed his hand. Dylan had always been possessive, and he knew he wouldnt be thrilled about Blaine. Thats why he had to do this.

"I promise, I completely respect your relationship with Kurt. I have a relationship of my own. In fact, I... I asked my girlfriend to come here too. I figured if we were going to be open in our relationships, she should know about this too," Blaine gave a hopeful smile.

"Im not sure I am comfortable with this," Dylan said truthfully. "I understand that you have friends, Kurt. Sam is straight, and you didnt go out of your way to introduce him to me. We only met because he was with Mercedes. So Im wondering why you had to specifically take time out for me to meet Blake."

"Blaine," Kurt corrected.

"Whatever," Dylan pulled his hand away from him.

"I told you, I want to be comfortable," Kurt turned in his seat  to see his boyfriends stoic face better. "Sam is different... Ive known him for a long time, and you understand that. You know him. You know hes been with Mercedes for a long time, and there is no reason for you to be jealous at all."

"But I have a reason to be jealous here?" Dylan said hotly, banging his fist on the table in anger.

"No, thats my point," Kurt argued. "You just dont know Blaine, and I wanted to tell you before you had a reason to be angry, like not telling you I was friends with him."

"I wouldnt have cared who you were friends with. Its the fact that you think I have a reason to be jealous," he stood up and kicked his chair backward. "For the record, I dont like you, Blaine, and I dont think I want you hanging around with my boyfriend." He stormed out of the shop, the bell tinkling behind him

Blaine reached across the table and squeezed Kurts hand, "I didnt mean for that to go so poorly."

"Its not your fault. You barely said two words to him. Hes just sensitive," Kurt shook his head.

"I take it you didnt tell him we kissed?" Blaine laughed nervously.

Shaking his head, Kurt said, "can you imagine how he would feel if I did?"

"Fair point," he agreed.

"is your girlfriend going to have a similar reaction? We dont have to do this if you dont want to," Kurt sighed heavily. He sat back in his chair, letting go of Blaines hand.

"No, shell be fine. She doesnt have a reason to think Id ever be with... a guy, so theres no reason to be jealous," Blaine shrugged "Shell be fine. I just think you two would get along so well, that I want you to get to know her. Also it keeps the relationship honest."

"Good for you," Kurt gave him a weak smile.

"Oh, here she comes now," Blaine stood up and moved toward the door. Kurt raised his eyebrows at the sight of Blaines girlfriend. Blaine walked over and gave her a kiss on the lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her over to the table. "This is my friend, Kurt. Um Kurt, this is my girlfriend - "

"Rachel Berry," Kurt breathed, rising from his chair.

"Kurt!" she exlcaimed. throwing her arms around him. Kurt hugged her back and for a moment, they stood there embracing each other. When they broke apart, Rachel grinned, "its so good to see you!"

"Um, okay? Well, I guess you know each other," Blaine shrugged, confused.

"Kurt was my best friend in high school," Rachel said, her arm still around Kurts waist. "We fought for all the solos in glee club. We helped each other audition for NYADA. We were practically inseparable."

"Practically," Kurt repeated. They had been inseparable, until she moved to New York and left him behind.

"I cant believe you two know each other," Blaine sat down and Rachel moved in to the chair next to him. Kurt took a seat across from them, not taking his eyes off his former best friend.

"Rachel was the friend I broke into the Gershwin Theater with," Kurt admitted, hoping that would break Blaines shock a little..

"Are you serious? You never told me you did that, honey," Blaine exclaimed. He turned to look at Rachel and let out a laugh. "Kurt and I did that the other day."

"What?! You forgot to mention that to me," Rachel seemed ecstatic. She grabbed Blaines hand and said, "Kurt, we were young and naive when we did that. Dont corrupt my boyfriend. I cant have him in jail now."

"How long have you been together?" Kurt asked.

"I met Blaine almost three years ago. We were just friends for about three months before we started dating," She beamed at Blaine. "I never thought Id be able to fall in love again after Finn... but Blaine proved me wrong."

"Aw, thats wonderful," Kurt reached across the table and took her hand. A slight pang of guilt filled his stomach, knowing he had just kissed her beloved boyfriend a few nights ago. Still, they agreed it was a mistake, and knowing he couldnt hurt Rachel, it wouldnt happen again.

Blaine kissed her cheek and said, "I cant tell you how happy I am that my girlfriend and my friend are able to get along so well. Its a little weird but I guess thats okay.

"Weird? Its great!" Rachel clapped her hands together. "This is the start of something beautiful. Kurt, Im so sorry we didnt stay connected after high school. I mean, after Finn died, I just needed to break ties with Lima. I couldnt do it anymore, and that included you... Seeing you, it reminded me so much of him... And then I met Blaine, and everything changed for me."

"Well, Im glad you found peace," Kurt gave her a warm smile.

"Im glad I found you again. Well, Blaine found you," Rachel gave him another hug. "Unfortunately, we cant hang around today, but I would love to see you again, Kurt. Do you want to come over and have dinner with us this weekend or next week?"

"Thatd be great," Kurt nodded. Hed have to figure out how to handle that with Dylan but hed work it out. 

"Awesome, see you then," she gently kissed Blaine and said, ‘Ill see you at home later, honey. I love you."

"Love you too," Blaine said. He turned to Kurt and said, "then went better than I thought."

"Tell me about it," Kurt mumbled.

"I hope you can work things out with Dylan," Blaine told him.

Kurt stood up and shouldered his bag, "Me too, because its his birthday and i - " he froze. "Shit," he mumbled.

"Whats wrong?"

"Its his birthday, and I did this to him," Kurt ran a hand through his hair and said, "I gotta see if I can get a hold of him before I have to work... He might already be at work. Ill talk to you later, Blaine."

With that, Kurt dodged out the door, dialing Dylans phone number. He didnt answer, and Kurt tried again.

Nothing.

"Shit," he continued to phone Dylan on his walk to the diner, hoping his boyfriend would answer but he didnt.

Kurt didnt hear from Dylan until he walked through the front door to their apartment later that evening. He held a small cake in his hand that he had picked up on his way home. "Babe?" he called.

"Kurt," Dylan said. he sat on the floor in their bedroom, filing through a box. 

"I brought you a cake," Kurt held it up for him to see. 

"Not hungry," Dylan mumbled, not looking up from the box.

"Im sorry about this morning and Blaine," Kurt started toward him.

"I dont want to hear about him," Dylan threw a book back in the box. "I cant stop you from being friends with him, Kurt, but I dont want to hear about it. Is that clear?"

"So you dont want to hear about me running into my friend from high school?" Kurt asked.

"I dont really want to hear about your day at all," Dylan stood up. "I had a shitty day. First, my boyfriend forgot it was my birthday, then I was forced to sit in this damn coffee shop, while my boyfriend gives me reason to think theres something going on with another guy. So I go to work, where I have a terrible day, and I cant focus, because I keep thinking about that ass in the coffee shop, and then my boyfriend comes home, and the first thing he does is mention that guy."

"I just wanted to apologize," Kurt said, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Dont bother," Dylan pushed by him and marched into the living room. He grabbed his jacket off the back of the couch and put it on. ‘I think Im going out by myself tonight. I dont need you bringing me down anymore."

The container in Kurts hands slipped and hit the floor, splattering cake and frosting everywhere. "Please dont do this," he pleaded, following him to the door.

"Should have thought of that before you decided to be friends or whatever with Blaine," Dylan slammed the door shut behind him.

Kurt banged a fist on the door, resting his head on his hand. This was such a mess. He loved Dylan so much, and he wanted to keep Blaine as a friend. How was he supposed to keep that balance without hurting either of them?