Blaine finally turned his phone off that night. Tina, Mike and certainly Kurt had tried calling him several times, but he ignored it. he had left the photographs in his office but that didn’t matter. The images had burned themselves into his memory. It couldn’t be true, he thought. They had to have been altered or taken at strange angles, because there was no way that Kurt would have kissed Trevor. He hated the man. But, why was he even with him to begin with, a nasty voice in his head whispered. There was nothing for it. He would have to confront Kurt about this.
By the next morning, Kurt was worried sick. He and Blaine had planned to see a movie that night but Blaine hadn’t showed and he hadn’t heard from him. His concern had driven him to go to Blaine’s place. He knocked on the door for a long time before he finally answered.
“Blaine, thank God.” He said and leaned in to kiss him but the shorter man flinched away. “Sweetie what’s wrong?” he said, his expressive face drawing into a confused scowl.
Blaine turned away and walked father into the apartment without a word. Kurt followed, getting more apprehensive by the minute. Finally he turned to face Kurt.
“Trevor sent me a package yesterday.” He said. There was no emotion in his voice at all as he handed Kurt the envelope he had made Tina bring from the office.
Kurt crossed to sit on the couch as he looked at the contents. Kurt looked up at his boyfriend, angrier than Blaine had ever seen him. “That…” he began but he failed to come up with an insult bad enough before Blaine blurted “Is this what it looks like?” he said. The pain and anxiety clear in his eyes.
“Is this what..of course it isn’t what it looks like!” Kurt said his voice strained. “How could you even think that?”
“The pictures—“Blaine began, but Kurt cut him off.
‘No.” he said. “Trevor is a manipulative, sadistic, son of a bitch and I cannot believe that you would think that I would have anything to do with him.” he was almost shouting by the end of his sentence. He had to take a deep breath before he continued. “He was way too touchy the other day, I should have known.”
“Kurt.” Blaine said his voice soft and tear-laden, “If it’s not what it looks like then why did you even meet him? Why were you even there?”
“You really do believe it don’t you?” Kurt said. “You think I kissed Trevor.” Kurt stood and whirled around to face him.
“Why is that Blaine?” he hissed. “Do you not trust me?”
“Of course I trust you.” Blaine said
“You see I hear the ‘but’ in there and I find myself having some trust issues of my own.”
“Don’t do that, Kurt.” Blaine begged, reaching for him. Kurt pulled savagely away.
“No.” he said. “You know what, I’m out of here.” He said and was out of the apartment before Blaine had the chance to say another word.

Rachel blinked slowly as Kurt finished his story. “Can you believe him?” he asked.
“You’re not really mad at him.” she said. For someone who mostly thought about herself, Rachel had a killer insight.
“No.” He moaned, dropping into the arm chair and covering his face with his hands. “Well, I am.” He amended. “Just not as mad as I am at myself and, Trevor, and this whole stupid situation.”
“Why don’t you go tell him that?” she asked.
“Because I tried that last night and he wouldn’t answer the phone and I was too stubborn to go over there after my spectacular storm out.” He said. “Where were you last night anyway? I could have used a cake pig out and you were nowhere to be found.”
“Don’t change the subject.” Rachel said firmly “When are you going to try to talk to Blaine?”
“Honestly?” he said “I don’t know.” He leaned back in the chair. “I mean he believed it so easily.”
“Well, it’s up to you but I think you should try to work it out.” She said walking over and patting his knee. “Blaine is great and I would hate to see you walk away when you could have forever.”
“I’ll have to think about it.” he said, leaning in to press his forehead against Rachel’s “For now though let’s watch A Chorus Line until we feel it in our souls.” He said with a grin.

Blaine spent the remainder of that week living on auto pilot. His students even noticed the difference.
“Professor Anderson?” came the timid call from his office doorway. He looked up to see a girl from his music theory class standing nervously, her right hand clenched around the strap of her messenger bag.
“Olivia, what are you doing here?” he asked.
“Um.” She stammered. “I know it’s not really any of my business but…are you okay?”
Blaine blinked. He thought he had done pretty well putting up a front, but if he was drawing concern from Olivia then maybe he needed to try harder.
The young girl took his silence as an opportunity to explain farther. “It’s just this is my first college class and I always heard that professors were distant and cold and never remembered your name and then I took this class and you were so nice and you care so much about us and music and you kind of remind me of my big brother but the past week you’ve seems so…sad.” She took a deep breath to compensate for the lack of them during that speech and flipped her long blond hair out of her eyes.
Blaine flashed Olivia the first genuine smile he had formed in nearly a week. “I appreciate your concern Olivia, but I’ll be fine, thank you.” He said.
She stared at him for several seconds before taking several quick steps to round his desk and wrap her arms around his neck in a quick hug. “I’m sorry.” She said, stepping back. “That was inappropriate. I’m gonna go now.” She turned to leave his office.
“Olivia.” He said, causing her to stop and look over her shoulder “Thank you.” She flashed a quick smile and dashed out of the office.
A few minutes later his phone rang. “Hello, Coop.” he said shifting his phone to sit between his cheek and shoulder.
“Hey, little bro.” he said. “How you holding up?”
“I’ve been better.” He said. “I messed up Coop. I should have never believed…”
“Don’t do that to yourself, Blaine.” He said. “Look, Andy, Bonnie and I want you to come stay this weekend.”
“I couldn’t do that.” Blaine said, “I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re my little brother, it won’t be an imposition. Besides, Bonnie misses you.” Cooper replied.
“Okay.” Blaine said after a minute.
“Great!” Cooper said, almost triumphantly. “I’ll see you soon then.”
“Yeah.” Blaine said smiling at his brother’s enthusiasm. “See you soon.”

Blaine arrived at Cooper’s house that night to great fan fair. Andrea had made Blaine’s favorite meal, Shepherd’s pie and homemade bread, and Bonnie kept up a steady stream of chatter throughout dinner.
“…so I told her that you hafta be born in a castle to be a for real princess and she got mad at me and told me that I couldn’t come to her princess party and so I had to stay home that weekend.” She was saying around a mouth full of pie.
“Bonnie, chew and swallow before you speak.” Andrea said calmly. “You know better than that.”
The little girl made a production of swallowing her mouthful “Sorry, Mommy.” She said “I just have a lot to catch Uncle Blaine up on.”
Cooper laughed. “I don’t think Uncle Blaine can handle the exciting gossip of Play and Learn Preschool all at once anyway.” He said. “Save some stories for dessert at least.”

That night Blaine, was preparing for bed in the guest room when Bonnie wandered in.
“Uncle Blaine, Mommy told me not to do something, but it’s about you so I thought that if I got your, ‘mission that it would be okay.” She said in a business-like manner.
“Okay.” Blaine said, slightly confused.
“Can I ask you about your angel?” she said “Because he is not with you and you look so sad.”
“Am I really that transparent?”
Bonnie blinked. “I know what transparent means.” She said proudly. “It means see through.”
“You’re right it does.” Blaine said, pulling the little girl into her lap “Everyone seems to be able to see through to my sadness.”
“Oh…you sad because your angel isn’t here?” she asked.
“Sort of.” He said, “My ange—I mean, Kurt and I got into a fight because someone told me something bad about him and I believed it and it made him sad.”
“Well then you have to tell him that you know the bad person was fibbing and that you love him forever.” She said simply. “Kurt is and angel so he will understand.”
“I’m not so sure, Bonnie Blue.” He said, giving her a quick, tight hug.
“I am.” She said with absolute confidence. “Kurt is like my friend Tammy.” She turned to face Blaine “She was mad at me because I didn’t believe she was a princess, but when I told her that just because she wasn’t a castle princess she could still be a princess and she was so happy that we had our own princess party after school yesterday and we even had scones.”
She slid off his lap and patted his knee gently. “So you see, all you got to do is tell Kurt that you know he isn’t bad and he will forgive you.” She rocked up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight Uncle Blaine.” She said and skipped out of the room, humming.
Blaine lay awake most of that night, by the time the sun started to rise, he had made a decision. He was gone when the rest of the family woke up that morning.
Bonnie gasped in delight at the news of his absence. “He’s gone to get his angel back!” she said, clapping her hands. A note they found on the kitchen table confirmed Bonnie’s theory.

I’m sorry I left in the middle of the night but I need him to forgive me, Coop. Even if he won’t take me back I need him to forgive me. I’ll call you.
Love, Blaine.