Over the next week, Kurt had spent a lot of time in bed with ice cream and just crying. Towards the end of the week, Rachel had finally convinced him to get out of the house and join her in a shopping spree, and he even had an audition for a play.

He half expected Blaine to contact him in some way. Whether he showed up at the club, called or texted him. But he didn't, which really shocked Kurt. And he was somewhat upset about it, even if he most likely wouldn't respond to him anyway.

After picking out an outfit for Rachel to impress Finn with when she went to visit him in Ohio next week, they decided to go in for manicures before heading back home for lunch. And Kurt seemed to be really enjoying himself, thinking less and less of Blaine as the day went on.

As soon as he finished his lunch, Lady Gaga started blaring through the room. He reached for it and upon seeing the name on the caller I.D., his breath caught in his throat. He contemplated answering it, not sure if he could handle talking to him now. He let out the breath and clicked on the 'talk' button.

"Hello?"

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When Blaine walked through the door after work, he saw something he didn't really expect to see. Sebastian sitting on the couch, facing the door, looking as if he were waiting for Blaine to come back all along.

"You've been ignoring me," he commented simply, "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Blaine was in the middle of setting his bag down on the chair, and he was taken aback by Sebastian's words. The look on his face read frustration, annoyance, and aggravation. What was wrong with him? The only thing that came to mind is what had happened with Kurt, but otherwise he was clueless.

"What's wrong with me? What about what's wrong with you?" he snapped. "You're the one who forced me into going to that damn club, got drunk and started grinding up against other guys while we're in a relationship! Then you got frustrated when I wouldn't have sex in a fucking cab with you, and you jumped out! And then you ignored me! And you didn't even bother telling me you'd been hit by a fucking car!"

Now Blaine was positively fuming. It was hard to take a breath and his hands were balled into fists, shaking. But he didn't stop. "And I don't even think you really care about me, Sebastian. I'm only used to show off to your friends and a good fuck. Otherwise I'm useless to you. And you know what? I'm done with it!"

Blaine examined the boy in front of him. It was the first time he'd really looked at him since he got home and he noticed all the bruises and scars all over his body. Usually, he'd get some ointment and sooth him, but now he just wanted to punch him right in his face. And he had half the mind to do it, too.

Sebastian's face was full of shock, and he couldn't move, though he so desperately wanted to stand up and strangle the shorter boy standing in front of him.

"I want you out of here," Blaine said after a few moments of silence and staring. "We're done. The wedding's off, as well as the engagement, and I want you out."

Sebastian's face now resembled a blubbering fish, his mouth opening and closing several times. He stood up and walked right up to Blaine, poking him square in the chest. 

"I hope you know what you're doing, Anderson," he snarled.

Blaine shook with anger, "I'm well aware of what I'm doing, Sebastian." Except he wasn't. He actually had no idea where his explosion had come from, but he was just so — so fed up and he couldn't take it anymore. 

Sebastian moved swiftly around the apartment, collecting all of his belongings. He stuffed them in bags and sent Blaine a look of disgust before he walked out, slamming the door shut on his way.

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Blaine ended up at central park a few days later, his guitar in hand and strumming to some random song. The events of the other day hadn't really sunk in until now, and he was on the verge of a breakdown. He hastily pulled his phone out of his pocket, nearly dropping it on the ground as he did so.

He scrolled through his contacts, lingering on David's name, then scrolled down to Wes'. But both his heart and mind were telling him something different. He dialed the number, wondering whether or not he should hang up as it continued to ring.

"Hello?"

Well, there's no turning back now.

"Kurt..."

He was silent and was afraid that he'd hung up, but when he checked, they were still connected. Then Kurt's voice rang through his ears again. His tone sounded irritated and hurt, and Blaine was amazed he even picked up in the first place, though he was extremely grateful that he did so.

"What do you want, Blaine?"

When he spoke, the sound just wanted to make Blaine cry. And he did as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Kurt... look, I know you're mad at me and you probably really hate me right now, but can you please come to the park? I — I really need you right now. Just you. Nobody else. Please, Kurt," his voice broke. "Please."

He could hear Kurt swallowing on the other end, probably contemplating hanging up on him. "Please Kurt," he begged as the tears came streaming down his face.

He was sitting on a bench in the middle of central park, and people were staring at him as they walked by, probably thinking he was mental. Kurt probably thought he was, too, but he continued sobbing and almost missed Kurt speaking again.

"Blaine... stop — stop crying. You're making my heart hurt," even more so than it already does, he didn't add that last part. "I'll be there soon. Don't move."

Blaine nodded to nobody at Kurt's plea. He swallowed, shoving one of his hands at his eyes. "Thank you," he barely managed to choke out before Kurt hung up.

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It seemed to take Kurt forever to get to the park, at least to Blaine anyway. He was now curled up on the bench, his hands gripping the sides as he stared straight at a tree ahead of him.

When Kurt arrived at the park, he was stuck. Central park was a huge park, how was he going to ever find Blaine? He was tempted to stop somebody and ask about him, but what would he say? "Oh, excuse me, but have you seen a boy lying on a bench, crying his eyes out, by chance?"

Luckily for him, he chose an entrance that was close to where Blaine was. He wandered around for a bit, finally spotting the mop of curly hair and he rushed over to the boy. Just catching a glimpse of him made his heart break even more.

"Blaine?" he called softly, but got no response. His eyes were closed and Kurt briefly wondered if he'd fallen asleep. He was breathing so thankfully he wasn't dead. He lifted up the boy's head carefully and took a seat, resting his head on his lap.

"Blaine?" he repeated, and this time the boy stirred, opening his eyes. He looked up to see Kurt staring down at him and he shifted around, practically crawling into Kurt's lap, who had accepted the action without hesitation.

He cradled the boy, 'shh'ing him as the tears started pouring out again. Kurt's arms were wrapped protectively around Blaine's waist, rocking him softly, not even caring at the moment that the other boy was getting his shirt soaked with tears.

He didn't even think about why he was here, or even ask Blaine what he was so upset about. Instead, he comforted him, not saying a word. He held him and rubbed his back, combing his hand through the boy's curls until he calmed down and pulled away.

Kurt looked straight into Blaine's puffy, red eyes. They were full of hurt and he so badly wanted to kiss away the pain. But he couldn't, and he knew he couldn't.

"Blaine," he spoke softly, "do you think you can talk about it?"

Blaine just stared at him, occasionally sniffing and wiping at his eyes, his breathing unsteady. "I'm not going to rush you," Kurt assured, noticing the look in his eyes.

"Can we go back to my house? Please? I don't really want to discuss this at the park."

Kurt nodded and Blaine unwrapped his arms from Kurt's neck, pushing himself off of his lap. He picked up his guitar which was leaning against the bench and locked it back up in its case.

He held out his hand and gave Kurt a pleading look. He knew he was probably asking too much of him, and he would definitely owe him big time, but right now he just wanted comfort. And Kurt didn't deny him that.

They locked their hands together and Blaine wiped at his eyes one last time before they walked out of the park and ventured back to Blaine's apartment.

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Blaine fumbled for his keys when they finally made it to his apartment. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, unlocking his and Kurt's hands and letting him walk in first before he followed in after.

He shut the door and just tossed the keys aside, hearing them jingle as they flew across the room and landed somewhere that Blaine really didn't care about right now. He'd find them later. Right now he just turned to Kurt, "do you want something to drink?" he asked nervously.

He made to set his guitar down, gentler than he had been with his keys, and his eyes returned to Kurt, awaiting an answer. He shook his head in protest, claiming that he was fine, but Blaine could see that he was parched and filled up two cups of water.

Kurt smiled in thanks as he sipped the water thirstily and set it down on the table next to Blaine's.

"So... did you, um, want to talk now?"

Blaine's smile disappeared and instead turned into a frown. He nodded and led Kurt over to the couch. He was quiet for a moment, twiddling his thumbs. "Sebastian and I broke up," he mumbled without taking his eyes off of his hands.

He didn't even have to say who Sebastian was, Kurt knew immediately. He was torn between elation and sympathy for the boy. He was happy that they'd broken up, but he didn't know why. He knew he had no chance with Blaine. Not when he announced the engagement, and definitely not now, since they'd just broke up.

"I'm sorr—" he started to say, but Blaine just waved him off. "No. It's okay. I'm not okay right now, but it's for the better. He was an ass, anyway." Kurt raised his eyebrow at this. Blaine didn't seem like the kind of guy who would go for the 'asshole' type.

"He didn't really love me, Kurt," he continued, "he just used me for sex and a show-off to his friends. I'd be pretty much useless to him if I stopped giving him what he wants. Because nobody ever denies Sebastian Smythe what he wants," he informed.

This made Kurt's blood boil. How could anyone treat Blaine like that? Adorable, innocent, little Blaine. He guessed because he did look so innocent, people just thought they could take advantage of him. But they couldn't, and Kurt wanted to smash in the face of anyone who thought they could.

"You're not useless, Blaine. And this guy definitely did not deserve you. You're sweet and funny, and your smile could light up a whole room. I don't see how anyone could not love you." His eyes widened at the last part of his sentence. I just said that.

Blaine gave him a shy smile, his head dipping down a bit. He looked back up after a few minutes. "Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you — I mean — would you... would you sing to me?"

Kurt was shocked at the request, but Blaine just looked so sad and helpless and he couldn't resist. He took a moment to decide on a song, and cleared his throat.

Once there was a way,

To get back homeward

Once there was a way,

To get back home

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

Blaine started yawning, curling up into Kurt's side, nuzzling his nose into the boy's neck as his eyes fell shut tiredly.

Golden slumbers fill your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

Kurt looked down at the boy in his arms, now asleep and snoring lightly. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, and he ran his fingers through his curls as he continued singing softly, though Blaine was out.

Once there was a way

To get back homeward

Once there was a way

To get back home

Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry

And I will sing a lullaby

Kurt slowly lifted Blaine's head off of his shoulder, gently laying him down on the couch. He searched the room and found a blanket placed on the back of a chair. He grabbed it and tossed it over the sleeping boy. He couldn't help but smile again — he looked so peaceful as he watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead before exiting the apartment.