Standing up off his bed when he wakes up, Kurt walks to his bathroom and takes a long, soothing shower. Drying off and pulling on some clothes, he sees the cigarette still sitting on top of his dresser. Remembering he couldn't find his lighter the night before, he decides to go about looking for it.

Picking up the bag with the clothes he took to the apartment, he searches in every single pocket and finds nothing. Running his along the bottom of the bag, he feels for the lighter and finds nothing. Tossing the bag away from him, he starts to look in the drawers of his dresser.

Rummaging around in his top drawer for his lighter, Kurt starts to get worried when he can't find it.

"What are you looking for?" Blaine asks him when he finds him tearing his room apart thirty minutes later.

"My lighter. I can't find it!" Kurt frantically says. "That was my dad's lighter. I need to find it!"

"I'll help you look."

Kurt looks in every corner of his room with no luck. He dumps the contents of all his drawers only to come up empty-handed.

Just thinking about losing it makes him upset. It makes him uneasy.

"When did you realize you lost it?" Blaine asks as he starts to put everything back.

"I left your room last night and had an urge for a cigarette, but when I didn't find my lighter in my jacket I thought nothing of it and just went to sleep." Kurt pats his pockets in case his lighter has magically appeared there. "When I started looking for it this morning I couldn't find it anywhere." Thinking really hard about the last time he had it, he can't remember.

"Maybe Tilly's seen it," Blaine says.

At that, Kurt is jumping up and racing down the stairs to the kitchen. Finding Tilly dicing fruit, he goes up to her.

"Breakfast is ready if you want to sit down," she says as she looks to him. "What's wrong, Kurt?"

"Till, have you seen my lighter? I can't find it anywhere."

"I'm sorry, Kurt, I haven't. I would have given it back if I found it. I know how important it is to you."

Kurt drops his shoulders and releases a frustrated sigh, really hoping it turns up soon.

~

Sitting at the table for dinner a few hours later, Kurt pushes his food around on his plate, not interested in eating. In front of him, Blaine gives him a warm and comforting smile that helps a bit.

He knows it might be stupid for anyone else to be upset over a lost Zippo lighter. There are millions of them he can replace it with. But this one holds sentimental value to him. He recalls his dad always having it with him no matter where they went. It wasn't used for smoking. No, it was used mostly out of habit. His dad enjoyed flicking it on and off for hours at a time, even sometimes not realizing he was doing it. That's where he got the habit from; that's why he does it himself. Because it makes him feel like his dad is right there with him.

Now that he's probably lost it has him upset and kicking himself for being so stupid for not taking better care of it.

"Blaine," Sarah starts to say. "Tilly tells me you were looking for something?"

"Not me," Blaine replies, quickly looking to Kurt. "I was helping Kurt look for his lost lighter."

"Oh," Sarah replies, quickly becoming less interested in the subject.

Kurt looks at her and glares, seeing her furrow her brow. The second she found it was something he lost, he can tell, she lost interest.

"I'm going to need to talk to you two after dinner in my office," John informs Blaine and him with a stern voice.

"What for?" Kurt asks, sounding like a person not understanding why they are getting in trouble.

"You'll find out."

Stepping into the office with Blaine forty minutes later, Kurt finds Mr. Anderson sitting behind his desk with a look of anger on his face.

Sitting down in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, Kurt doesn't even want to know what this is about.

"Well, we're here," he says with his voice laced with happiness that is faker than a glass diamond. "Please tell me I won a million dollars."

Kurt hears Blaine's small snicker and just watches as Mr. Anderson opens a drawer and grabs something he can't see. He keeps his eyes on his hand as he slides something towards Blaine and him. When he lifts his hand away Kurt drops his fake smile and feels all the color drain from his face.

Looking at Blaine, he sees him with his eyes open wide and filled with fear. He can see he's breathing a bit heavier than before, obviously scared of what's going to happen now.

Sitting on the desk, what Mr. Anderson slid towards them, sits Kurt's lighter.

He quickly puts the pieces together in his mind. He realizes he must have left it at the apartment he knows John knows Blaine was at. Him finding his lighter is clear enough proof for John to know what was really going on.

"Dad," Blaine starts to say.

"Don't, Blaine!" John barks at him, voice filled with anger. Kurt cowers in on himself and feels his heart hammering in his chest when John's hate filled eyes land on him. "How long?"

"How long have I had the lighter?" Kurt asks in a mocking tone, joking so this is a bit easier for him. "Since I was eight."

"Don't play with me, Kurt!" John loudly yells at him. "How long?"

"Oh," Kurt says as if realizing he understands what John is asking him. "How long have your son and I been fucking?" Kurt looks to Blaine, seeing the shock still in his eyes. "What is it Blaine...about two months now?"

"I want you out of my house immediately! You are no longer part of this family in any way! I don't want you near my son for the rest of his life!"

"Dad!" Blaine yells, standing up. "I wanted it, too. Don't put all the blame on Kurt."

Kurt notices how much that affects John; as if he didn't consider the fact that Blaine wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with Blaine. Kurt sees John ignore Blaine's comment and still focus on him.

"I never want to see you around my family again!"

With that, Kurt stands up and grabs his lighter and turns to leave. But before he can walk away, he feels Blaine's hand wrap around his wrist. Kurt doesn't look back at him, can't look at him. If he looks at him right now he'll break, and he doesn't want to give John the privilege of knowing he did that. So, he keeps his sight on the double doors he is about to walk through.

"Dad," Blaine says. "Don't just punish him for what we both wanted!"

"Blaine!" John tells him in a stern voice. "Let him go this instance. Sit down and I'll tell you what is going to happen!"

Pulling his hand away from Blaine, knowing Blaine will not let go on his own, and not having the strength to look at him, Kurt leaves him with his dad who's telling him something he doesn't hear.

Quickly going up to his room, he grabs his duffle bag and starts to pack at a hurried pace. Grabbing clothes and anything else he'll need, he fits everything important to him in the bag. Zipping it up, he sits down on the edge of his bed and takes one last look around the room that's no longer his.

Standing up after a few moments, Kurt places the strap of the bag over his shoulder and walks out of the room. Quickly taking the steps downstairs, he heads to the kitchen to see Tilly before he leaves. Stepping through the door, he finds her standing there as if waiting for him.

"Hey, Till," he tries to say with a happy voice, but failing miserably.

"Oh, Kurt," she says as she pulls him into a hug and squeezing him tightly. "I'm so sorry for what happened."

"It's okay. You can't live in paradise forever." He shrugs his shoulders and weakly smiles. "I just wanted to tell you goodbye."

"Where you going to sleep, Kurt?" Tilly worriedly asks.

"I have my car."

"Nonsense. You can stay with me at my place." Tilly pulls out her keys and begins to take a key off the ring.

"I couldn't put you out like that, Till," Kurt tells her.

"You're not putting me out." She takes the key off and hands it to Kurt. "It'll be good to have some company. My house is too empty now that all my kids are gone."

Kurt feels his heart beat a bit stronger at knowing Tilly loves him that much; that she is willing to take him in. "Thanks, Till," he quietly whispers.

"It's nothing." She smiles at him. "Now go before Mr. Anderson still finds you here."

"I love you, Till." Kurt throws his arms around Tilly and hugs her tightly.

"I love you, too, Kurt."

Letting her go, Kurt gives her a kiss on her cheek and walks out of the kitchen. Heading for the front door, Kurt stops when he sees Blaine walking towards him with tears rolling down his face. He has no idea what Mr. Anderson told him, but getting a look at Blaine, he can tell it's not good.

"...Blaine?" he says to get his attention.

Blaine looks up at him and Kurt sees happiness in his eyes for a few seconds. "Kurt," he quietly says. "I'm so sorry-"

"Hey," Kurt says to interrupt him; he goes up to him and wipes his tears away, trying to be strong for him. "It's not your fault."

"Please...stay!" Blaine quietly begs.

Kurt drops his forehead to Blaine's, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "You know I can't." Pulling back and looking into Blaine's red-rimmed ones from crying, he asks, "What did your dad tell you?"

"It doesn't matter," Blaine replies with a trembling voice as he shakes his head. He stares straight into Kurt's eyes and tries to put on a happy smile, but Kurt seeing how forced it is. "Kiss me?"

Kurt nuzzles his nose along Blaine's cheek and whispers into his ear, "You never have to ask me that."

Pressing his lips to Blaine's salty ones, Kurt gives him the kind of kiss he wanted to give him that first night they slept together.

It's a soft press of lips, but Kurt can feel it all the way to his toes; it somehow spreads through him and makes him feel weightless and like he is flying and falling at the same time. Lips gently move and slide together, and the urge to run away with Blaine from all this hits him hard; has him so desperate to take Blaine's hand and take him from this place. He wants to leave all this behind them and simply be together.

Ending the kiss before he can't, he smiles at Blaine and walks away, feeling his hand drop away from his wrist after a few steps. He knows he could tell Blaine how he truly feels about him right now, but he still fears that Blaine doesn't feel the same. Yeah, what happened in John's office gave him little bit of hope of, maybe, Blaine feeling the same, but he's keeping his lips sealed out of Blaine telling him it wasn't the same for him. Reaching the front door, he sees John standing there glaring at him. Raising his hand, Kurt flicks him off and says with a smile, "I fucked him just like we both desperately wanted."

Heading out the door, hearing it slam behind him, Kurt drops his smile and is overcome with a sadness at having to walk away from Blaine.

Heading to his car, he tosses his bag in the back and sits in the driver's seat. Starting the car, he gets one final look at the house he never really felt at home at and drives away.