Kurt stopped in his track as he passed the coffee shop’s last window. He leaned his back to the wall, not caring about his clothes this time. Blaine was here. Blaine was singing tonight. In New York, in his favorite coffee shop…and he ran from him. It was the first instinct. The dumb one, but it didn’t matter now. His heart was beating fast, his breathing was uneven. What was he supposed to do?

“Kurt? Are you okay?” Blaine came to him, hands in his pockets, his eyes sad, his appearance making Kurt hate himself, because he was the reason Blaine looked like that.

“Yeah…” Blaine didn’t say anything to that. He was standing still in front of Kurt, without intention to calling Kurt out on his lie.

“Why are you here?” Kurt asked him, staring into the ground.

“Because something’s going on with you and you wouldn’t talk about it. I must have done something, but I don’t know what and you haven’t accepted my apologies and you let guys know you were not coming to Pittsburgh but didn’t tell me…I…Kurt, just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it. This is killing me. We are friends, right? You are not cutting me off your life, are you?”

“Are you cutting me off your life? Because it looked like that last week…” Kurt’s choice of words wasn’t the best one. He knew it. His hurt pride was speaking from him, biting and making things worse than they already were.

“What? No. Of course not. I had plans, I told you, but I was trying to call you whenever I had some time. I was texting you permanently…Is it why you are mad at me? Because you thought I don’t want you in my life?”

“No. Or…sort of. I’m mad because you lied to me. Coming here was a great gesture, but it doesn’t make it hurt less. We are friends Blaine. There is no need for lying.” Blaine frowned. If he had at least the slightest idea what Kurt was talking about…

“I didn’t lie to you…”

“Yes, you did!” Kurt’s scream shut him up immediately.

“You did. And I had to find out from Luke. I was going to ask you if you still wanna be with me. I was willing to get the long distance relationship a chance although I never believed in it. Because it was different with you. I thought we could make it work somehow…”

“Kurt, please. Give me something more to work with. I’m lost here. I don’t know what you are talking about.” Blaine pleaded. He made a few step closer to Kurt, reaching for his hand, but Kurt flinched away.

“I know you are meeting Tom again. An old friend? Really Blaine? Why didn’t you just tell me you are seeing him? You made it sound like it was someone I don’t know. You skipped pool Monday last week and had your own plans every evening…You made me think you wanted us to be more than friends…You gave up on us. And it hurts. But it’s not what I’m mad about. You have every right to be with whoever you want to be. If you don’t want me there is nothing I can do about it. I’m mad because you were hiding the truth. Giving me vague information about what’s going on. You should have told me…”

“You have to be kidding me, Kurt. I have been worrying for days, feeling miserable and apologizing for this? I didn’t tell anything because I wanted to surprise you. I’m not seeing Tom. Yes, I’m meeting him but only because he helps me. I came back from home and decided to try performing again. I called him to help me. He knows about open-mics and events where musicians are needed. I’ve played every night since last Tuesday. He arranged the performance in the club for tonight. I canceled it because you weren’t coming. I wanted to show you I took the opportunity, wanted to thank you for pushing me to the right direction…I can’t stop thinking about you. How to make you smile and happy and proud. And you put me through hell because you were jealous? Why didn’t you ask directly? I would have told you. If I had known what had been bothering you I would have told you despite ruining the surprise. You want to have long distance relationship? Do you realize that communication is the most important thing for any relationship? How do you think we could work? Will you shut me out every time something is not according to you? God…I never thought I could be disappointed in you. I guess I was wrong. Enjoy your evening, Kurt.” Blaine was upset and hurt. He would have given his life for Kurt, but right now he couldn’t even look at him. He returned to the coffee shop, leaving Kurt on the street, not caring if he was following him.

“Did you find him?” Rachel’s voice brought him back to reality.

“I wish I hadn’t…”

“What happened?” Blaine took a seat by the table and rested his chin on his hand.

“He was distant this week. He was barely speaking to me, he made some remarks, a lot of excuses why he couldn’t stay on the phone with me…I suspected something was wrong, but he wouldn’t tell me. I apologized, he didn’t accept it…I stole Mathew’s phone to have Rachel’s number after he texted you he wouldn’t come. He texted all of us, but me. In two days I managed to persuade you to come here with me. Rachel helped a lot with this open-mic thing and she found a hotel near their apartment…It was supposed to be amazing night. And it all fell down. He was jealous. Everything was because he was jealous! He thought I’m seeing Tom again and was mad because I didn’t tell him. He put up walls and made me feel like a crap. And all for a misunderstanding. If he had asked me, I would have told him why I was meeting Tom.”

“I’m sorry, Blaine. I told him to talk to you. I feel responsible for this mess…” Lucas apologized. Seeing Blaine defeated was painful.

“He told me about how he wanted to try long distance relationship and I told him I had seen you with Tom. I told him you should have had a conversation about where you stand long ago. I warned him you might be dating someone since you two weren’t together…”

“It’s not your fault. Can we go to a club or something? I need to shut down my system a little.”

“What about Kurt?” Nick dared to ask although he wasn’t sure if it was a good move.

“He is outside the coffee shop. Gathering courage to come inside.” Rachel said after reading a text on her phone, typing the answer to Kurt.

“Let’s go then.”

Kurt was in the same position Blaine had left him few minutes ago. Leaning to the wall, his arms against his chest, his eyes fixed on the pavement. They all walked to him, Blaine keeping his distance, hiding behind Mathew.

“We are going to the club.” Rachel announced and wrapped her arm around his waist, pushing him to the group. Kurt’s eyes widened.

“You said we are not clubbing tonight.”

“Well, Blaine wants to go so we - as good hosts - are taking him.” She winked at him and Kurt knew very well it was her revenge for his odd behavior this week.

“I’m not dressed to the club.” He protested, but it was useless. There was no way he could get out of it.

“You look fine, come on. We came to visit you so it would be nice if you actually spent some time with us.” Lucas told him in slightly accusing tone, making Kurt sorrier than he’d already been.

“Yeah, because loud club is the best place for catching up…” Kurt murmured under his breath but not quietly enough for others not to hear. Nick, who considered the whole situation funny from the beginning, started to laugh, earning a glare from Kurt and Blaine, which caused laughing on Rachel’s, Luke’s and Mathew’s side as well.

“Can we go?” Kurt asked.

“Now are we impatient? You change your mind quickly…”

“Shut up, Rachel and lead the way.”

The club they were attending at, was just few blocks from the coffee shop, so they decided to walk there. It was probably the most awkward twenty minutes in Kurt’s life. Rachel was enthusiastically chatting with Nick, Lucas and Mathew, apparently having great time making fun of him. On any other day he would beat her up by her own weapons, however tonight he didn’t care. He was thinking about Blaine and how to apologize to him. It wasn’t possible with four other people around them, not to mention the noisy club they were heading to. He would have to wait to the morning (I’d write until the morning but I’m not sure).

The club was overcrowded. They somehow found some seats by the bar, though it didn’t mean the bartenders would notice them as they soon came to realization. After ten minutes Blaine had enough of waiting. He went to the other side of bar, told something to a bartender who immediately served him, then motion his head towards them and left. The bartender came to them and took their orders, asking for Blaine’s phone number in the process. Kurt rolled his eyes, but scribbled something on the paper in front of him.

“Are you crazy? You can’t give his number without his permission.” Lucas turned to Kurt, clearly upset by his behavior.

“Didn’t I tell you to talk to him? Why do you have to be such a drama queen? You’re making things complicated without a reason.”

“Luke, please, I don’t need your pep talk. I didn’t give him Blaine’s number. I just wrote random digits to get rid of him.”

“So are you going to talk to Blaine?”

“Not now. Now I’m going to dance, because we’re in a club and we need to yell at each other so we could hear something. I don’t want to lose my voice. We can talk some other time.” And Kurt disappeared in the mass of bodies. He caught Blaine’s figure by the glimpse of his eyes. Blaine was surrounded by a few men, dancing and looking sexy, giving rise to Kurt’s jealousy and possessiveness. He got closer to him, drawing some guys on his own. He wasn’t comfortable at all. He didn’t have an interest in any of those who were dancing around him, winking at him and trying to touch him. He gave up and decided to go back to the bar. Clearly ignored by Blaine, he had no reason to stay on the dance floor. Easier to say…One of the men dancing around him got to his way and wouldn’t let him go.

“Where are you going? We’ve just started…” the man said slyly and put his arms around Kurt’s waist.

“Leave me alone.” Kurt screamed and squirmed in his grip in attempt to get out of him.

“Back off!” Strong pair of arms pulled Kurt from the man and Kurt found himself in Blaine’s embrace. Blaine scanned him from head to toe, concerned if he was okay.

“Thank you.” Kurt mouthed, still weak from the unpleasant encounter he’d just been part of.

“Dance with me.” Blaine took Kurt’s hands in his and led him away from the place where the concentration of dancing men was too high. He spotted an almost empty place in the corner, near the bar. They lost themselves in the rhythm of the music soon. At first they were dancing, not invading each other’s personal space. As time proceeded, Kurt’s arms were on Blaine’s shoulders and Blaine’s arms were resting on Kurt’s sides. Their bodies were getting closer by every passing song until finally their foreheads were touching, their chests glued together, their hips moving in a sync. Kurt could feel Blaine’s breath on his face, heat around him becoming pure hell. Blaine was observing him with an intense look, breaking the eye contact only when the need for blinking came. If you asked them who the first to move was, they wouldn’t tell you. It was like some kind of gravity was bringing their lips together. Slight brush was exchanged for a peck, a peck for a close-mouthed kiss that lasted several heartbeats. Then everything was just them, lips caressing lips, tongue tasting tongue. Movements of their hips stopped whereas movements of their mouths progressed. They were kissing soft and sweet, getting to more passionate and little bit of desperate kisses too, returning to lazy ones after a while only to renew them for more frantic and lip biting. Kurt was about to suck on Blaine’s lower lip, looking forward to a moan he got from him every time he did that, when someone patted him on the shoulder. Kurt broke the kiss, mentally cursing the intruder.

“As hot as you two look doing this, you should probably talk first.” Kurt rolled his eyes. Why should they talk when they could use their mouths for better and more pleasant activity?

“Get lost, Luke!” Kurt connected his lips with Blaine’s again, but it didn’t last more than five seconds when Blaine pulled away.

“What do you want?” He snapped at Nick, whose hand was still on his forearm.

“Quit making out! You know where it got you last time. Go and talk!” Blaine ignored him, cupped Kurt’s cheek with his right hand, tangled the fingers of his left hand in Kurt’s hair and kissed him the way that would definitely made their irritating friends blush. He was gently nipping on Kurt’s bottom lip when Kurt was forced away from him, the sharp move surprising Blaine and he unintentionally bite harder.

“Damn!” Kurt covered his mouth with his hand, metallic taste of blood filling his tongue.

“What the fuck! Leave us alone!” Blaine shouted and took Kurt’s hand away from his lips, eyeing the damage he’d caused. He wiped the blood with his thumb.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay? Does it hurt?” Kurt shook his head, entwined their fingers and without the word he indicated to Blaine they were leaving. They were accompanied by Luke’s and Nick’s screams of “Talk!”, but their yelling was soon lost in the loud music.

Kurt still held Blaine’s hand once they were outside the club. They walked in silence in the rush street. People were flowing around them, cars were honking occasionally when someone got on their way. The noise that Kurt loved so much about New York, was now bothering him to no end. He abruptly turned to the left into a narrow isle, dragging Blaine with him. After a few steps, the sounds from the main street became more quiet.

“I need to apologize, Blaine. I’m really sorry. I’ve been acting like a jerk this week…Please, forgive me. I was jealous. The thought of you being with someone else was killing me. And I know it’s not an excuse for my behavior. I just want you to know, that I’m not going to repeat it. From now I’m going to talk to you about everything that’s bothering me. I promise. Please, give me a chance.” Kurt was looking at him with hope in his eyes, but Blaine’s sight was aimed to the ground.

“It’s okay, Kurt. I’m not mad at you…”

“But?” There was something more. Kurt knew Blaine. When he wasn’t making an eye contact, he was thinking about something he was not sure how to tell.

“Long distance relationships are hard.” Kurt stopped and let Blaine’s hand go. He couldn’t do this. To be and not to be more like friends at once. True was, he didn’t have everything about a long distance relationship figured out. He kind of hoped they would find out how to work along the way.

“I shouldn’t have left Pittsburgh. I knew I would regret it.”

“Kurt, you love New York. You love your job. There was nothing for you in Pittsburgh.”

“You are there.” Kurt whispered, praying for not to cry. It would work, if Blaine didn’t raise his head and bore his hazel eyes on Kurt. With one big step he was in front of him, caressing his tears streamed cheeks with back of his hand, kissing his forehead and pleading him not to cry. Blaine found Kurt’s trembling lips and connected them with his. Just a tender touch. Nothing less, nothing more. A reassuring gesture meaning that everything would be alright.

“I want to be with you.” Kurt said against his lips, repeating it after every kiss Blaine placed there. Blaine felt overwhelmed. He had to interrupt their kissing and took a deep breath.

“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that, Kurt. You have no idea how much I need you…”

“So let me be yours, Blaine. Please, give us a chance. Be mine and I swear I’ll do everything to make you happy. We’ll figure it out. We’ll make it work somehow. Please…”

“You’ve got me for a long time, Kurt. Now it’s only about making it official…”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” Big smile spread across Kurt’s face, but Blaine couldn’t admire it because Kurt threw himself on him and hugged him tight, almost cutting off his blood circulation.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” He said between kisses he showered Blaine’s face with. Blaine laughed, feeling happy and dizzy and excited at the same time.

“Kurt calm down, please.” Kurt stopped his action instantly, anxious and frightened that Blaine had changed his mind.

“I want to properly kiss my boyfriend and it’s difficult with you bouncing around me…”

Kissing boyfriend properly turned into making out with Kurt having Blaine pressed to the wall in a silent isle in the middle of New York.