Someone hammered on the door and he rolled over, dragging himself off the couch. A pile of tissues fell off his lap on to the floor, but he ignored it. "What?" he said aggressively, when he opened the door.

"What the hell?" Cooper stormed in past him. "You havent answered my phone calls in, like, three days. For all I know you could have been dead. What are you doing?" He scanned the messy apartment. A pile of dishes stacked in the sink had been there for days. Dirty laundry was scattered all over the floor, and Blaine stood there in his pajamas . The horrified expression on his brothers face was enough to know he looked like a train wreck.

He felt like a train wreck. His head ached, his body was tired, and his mind felt exhausted. He had been this way for three days, and he still had no motivation to move off the couch, unless he ate or used the bathroom. 

"Why didnt you answer my calls?" Cooper said hotly. 

Blaine shrugged.

"I was worried about you. I would have come over sooner, but my schedule was hectic, and I figured there was a reason you didnt answer, especially since you never used to answer my calls," Cooper said. He picked up a sweatshirt off the floor and threw it at Blaine. "I show up here and find out that youve just been hiding here."

"What was I supposed to do, Coop? I cant show my face in public after what I did. I never should have posted that video. I wanted to take it down as soon as I posted it, but people had already seen it, and it was too late," Blaine said.

Cooper crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Maybe you should have thought of that before you posted it."

"I was miserable, Coop. I had to do something. I already ruined everything with Kurt!" he snapped, flopping in a chair at the kitchen table.

"So this is about Kurt," Cooper sat across from him. "I knew he had something to do with this."

"He told me I couldnt see him anymore. He was so hurt that I lied," Blaine buried his face in his hands, feeling the urge to cry again. He screwed up his face, willing himself not to break down now.

"Can you blame him for being upset?" Cooper asked.

"No," Blaine said, folding his hands on the table.

"Has he called since you leaked the video?"

"Like, ten times," Blaine sighed. "Im sure he feels guilty that he pushed me away now. He probably wants to fix everything, and act like he never meant to force me into this."

"You know, eventually, you are gonna have to answer his phone calls," Cooper said. "You cant act like he doesnt have a part in this, because he really does."

"Im just not ready to deal with him yet," Blaine retorted.

"Why?" Cooper sat forward, staring at him across the table. "Hes trying to stay on your side, Blaine. Doesnt that matter to you?"

"Of course it does. Its just..." he trailed off, running his hand through his curls. "He really hurt me, you know. He told me he wanted nothing to do with me, because I couldnt come out to everyone. It was like he was forcing me to choose between my secret and him. So he avoids me until I come out, and he just wants back in like everythings fine now that I admitted the truth."

"Okay, you have a point there," Cooper drummed his fingers on the table. "But at least hes trying again, right? I mean, I know it wasnt right for him to pressure you like that but at least you have a friend fighting for you."

Glancing down at his hands, Blaine said something that he had been too afraid to admit to himself since all of this started. "what if he played me, Coop?"

"Im sorry?" Cooper raised an eyebrow.

"What if this was all a big scam, just to get me to come out?" Blaine said, struggling not to look at his brothers confused face. "People talk about the possibility of me being gay enough. What if... someone wanted to put that to the test. Kurt could have pretended to like me, just so I could fall in love with him and come out."

"Do you hear how stupid that sounds?" Copper asked.

He shrugged, "he hated me when we first met."

"So why would he act like he hates you, if he was trying to get you to fall in love with him?" Cooper asked.

"I dont know. I still managed to fall in love with someone who hated me. Maybe he knew I was difficult to get through. Whatever his tactic was, it worked. I was so stupid for believing he actually cared about me. Maybe he should be on Rachels show, not me. Hes a good actor," Blaine buried his face in his hands again.

"Look," Cooper said calmly. "I know acting isnt your favorite thing. I know its what tore this family apart, and youve resented yourself from the minute you were offered the role of Flynn." He sat forward, grabbing his brothers arm and pulling it down. "But youve been an actor long enough to know the difference between reality and something a person i s portraying. Do you think Kurt was pretending to like you?"

Blaine thought back to the day he realized how much he liked Kurt. It was the same moment that Kurt had fallen for Blaine too. The night at the piano, when Kurt seemed to be the only thing in the world. Blaine had felt like he was truly telling Kurt that he was his teenage dream. The hopeful look in those beautiful blue eyes was enough to know that Kurt had been sincere.

"No," he whispered.

"Then you need to call him," Cooper said, sliding his phone across the table. "Dont ruin this, Blaine."

Cooper stayed with Blaine for the night, because he was worried that his brother was going to lose his mind if he was left alone too long. The company didnt bother Blaine. He had been alone so much, it felt nice.

More company appeared the following morning, when Blaine opened his front door to find Rachel Berry standing there with a large container in her hand. "Hi," she gave an awkward smile.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine said harshly.

"I know youre a mess right now, and Ive sort of grown to care for you, so..." she held out the container and said, "My dads always told me that, when you didnt know what to say to someone hurting, just bring food. Im stuck between my best friend that hates me and my co-star who needs me. I dont know what to say, so I made you a cake."

He felt a wave of gratitude toward Rachel. Most of the time, she drove him crazy. However, she was a kind person, when she needed to be, and the thought warmed Blaines heart. "Thank you, Rachel," he said, ushering her inside. He took the container from her and set it in the kitchen.

"Hi," Rachel said to Cooper, who was sprawled on the couch. 

He stood up and shook her hand, "Im Blaines brother Coo - "

"Cooper, I know who you are," she beamed. "Im Rachel."

"Your Kurts friend, right?" Cooper asked, and she nodded. "Blaine called him yesterday, and he never returned the call... Have you talked to him at all since this drama developed?"

"No, I havent spoken to him at all since he pretty much called me the worlds biggest bitch," she said, her voice sounding unsteady. "I havent even tried talking to him."

"Would you do Blaine a favor and try? Somehow, this two need to get through to each other," Cooper started

"Can we not talk about me like Im not standing right here," Blaine waved his hand. "Im a big boy now, Coop. I can take care of myself, and get a hold of my boyfriend if I need to."

"Boyfriend?" Rachel turned on him. "Since when?"

Blaine shook his head, "No, not boyfriend. That didnt come out right. I mean, my, uh... my f-friend," he stuttered, feeling his cheeks grow hot. Why did he say that?

Rachel smiled, "nice save." She turned back to Cooper and said, "I can call him... I havent forgiven him yet, but Ill make it clear that Im doing it for Blaines sanity." She placed a hand on Blaines shoulder and said, "I hope this works out for you, Blaine, I really do." She kissed his cheek, gave Cooper a smile and headed toward the door. 

When she was gone, Cooper placed an arm around Blaine and said, "Dont worry, bro. Well work something out."

It still took Blaine two more days to get a hold of Kurt. He only called twice in that time, but Kurt never replied, and Blaine was too nervous to leave a voicemail.

On the third day, Kurts name appeared on Blaines phone screen and Blaine answered, "Hello?"

"Im outside," Kurt said.

"What?"

"Open your front door," Kurt said quietly, before the line clicked.

Puzzled, Blaine made his way to the door and swung it open timidly. Kurt stood there, with a dozen roses in one hand, his phone in the other, and a skeptical look on his face.

"Why didnt you knock?" Blaine asked.

"I tried, and I almost ran away. I needed to hear your voice to know I was doing the right thing," Kurt said, holding the flowers closer to his body. "I need you to know how sorry I am, Blaine."

"C-come in," Blaine ushered him inside, taking the roses from him. He went into the kitchen and opened the bottom cupboard, pulling out a vase and setting the flowers inside. He turned to face Kurt and said, "I dont understand."

"I practically forced you to make that video, and it was wrong of me to push you so hard. If I hadnt completely shut you out, you wouldnt have felt like you had to take action. Coming out should have been something you did on your own time," Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Im so sorry I forced you into it." 

"And you flew all the way here to tell me that?" Blaine glanced at the vase on the counter. His heart swelled with a love he was afraid he might have lost, through his anger.

"Yeah," Kurt nodded. Tears formed in his eyes, and he said, "Rachel called me, and told me that Cooper wanted to get a hold of me. He told her you had been isolated from everything, and he was really worried about you, and they had to do something. She called me and told me that even though she was still upset with me, she wasnt going to let me throw our relationship away, and she was going to repeatedly bother me until i could confirm that I made up with you."

"Ill tel her to leave you alone," Blaine said, his heart filling with a deep thankfulness toward his brother, who had supported him so much through this, despite everything they had been through over the years.

"Does that mean were okay?" Kurt asked shyly.

Blaine shrugged, feeling a lump form in his throat. He turned away quickly and said, "I dont know."

"Weve gotten ourselves into quite a mess, havent we?" Kurt said.

"Oh yeah," Blaine laughed dryly.

"I dont know where we went wrong," Kurt said.

"We were wrong from the beginning," Blaine said, moving over to the couch. He sat down and patted the seat next to him. Kurt followed and Blaine said, "we werent exactly the right fit when we met, and things have been all over the place since. It wasnt fair to either of us. You came into this with an  expectation of who I should be, and all I ever wanted to do was push you away." He shook his head, "but you kept forcing your way in, and for some reason, I couldnt resist."

"So what does that mean?" Kurt asked slowly.

"I want to introduce you to Blaine. Just Blaine. He was the one you wanted to be friends with, and somehow Blaine Anderson got dragged into the mix anyway. He wasnt supposed to be a part of this."

"But he is still you, and I want to know all of you," Kurt placed a hand on his knee.

"When I first made that video, I thought all of it was for you. I was so upset, because you had pushed me away. I hated the thought of not being able to talk to you at all... I thought, maybe, if I came out, youd be happier with me... After I posted the video and you called me, I knew it wasnt just for you. I couldnt talk to you. I couldnt deal with you at all. This was about me, and the person I had throw out into the world."

"It was still my fault," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine placed his hand on top of Kurts to silence him. "I spent two days alone. I ignored every call, every text message. My brother finally came and practically beat down my door because he was so worried," he paused. "But those two days made me realize something... I am the person that is sitting before you. There are parts me me that he world doesnt know, and I like it that way. But I also like talking to you, and showing you that other part of me."

"Like the piano," Kurt smiled weakly.

"It was the first time I realized that I wanted you to know me for the person that I am away from the public," Blaine entwined his fingers with Kurt. "Ad now were in this mess with the public. I just admitted to something that Ive been afraid to say since the day my father hit me. Ive been so scared, and Ive been such an idiot."

"Blaine," Kurt said softly.

"You were the first person Ive told since the night I came out to my dad. Cooper and I never talked about it. He saw the whole thing happen, and then he just acted more distant with me. At first, I thought he was ashamed of me too, but I think he just didnt want my father to see tat he cared about me." Blaine took a deep breath and continued, "I told my dad I didnt want to do the show anymore, a year before it ended. He was so angry, because we had worked so hard for Coopers sake. It was the last thing he told me before he died. He had gotten into a car accident later that night." His voice cracked and he buried his face in his hands.

Kurt gently squeezed his hand and whispered, "its okay, you dont have to tell me anything."

Pulling his hands away from his tear-stained face, Blaine looked into Kurts eyes and said, "I felt like it was my fault. We argued for so long that afternoon. He was so angry with me when he died, Kurt. He had been angry with me for over a year anyway. I felt guilty. I felt so lost in pain, that I knew i couldnt quit the show. We ran it for another year, until I just couldnt do it anymore. Cooper knew I had been losing my mind. I was so distraught all that year. I lived with Cooper, until I turned seventeen. He threw his name on a lease and let me just rent out an apartment, because we clashed too much. It was easier for him to act like he lived there than to deal with me."

"Thats terrible," Kurt said.

"Rumors had been spread about my sexuality, and I was scared. I didnt want anything to do with the public anymore, so I hid. I only showed my face in public when I had to. I spent most of my time learning to play the piano. I got so lost in the music. it was my only source of comfort."

At this, Blaine stood up and crossed over to the piano. He struck a chord and said, "I was scared and alone, until I got offered the role of Flynn. I had been so stir crazy that I just took the role. I had to do something... And then I met you, and my world flipped upside down. I found myself letting you in, and i didnt know why. I told you my deepest secrets, even though I thought I shouldnt... and even though Ive been so angry with you for forcing this out of me, Im still sitting here telling you everything."

"But you dont have to," Kurt crossed the room to Blaine and knelt down on the floor in front of him. He gently reached up and brushed a tear off Blaines face. "You have every right to push me away." 

"Ive fought too hard to keep you," Blaines voice was strained. "I originally did this for you... You are the first person that has ever accepted me for who I am. You are the first person I have felt comfortable with in years. Youve given me a reason to feel something other than pain for the first time in a long time. I cant get rid of you that easy."

"Where does that leave us?" Kurt whispered, his eyes now filled with tears.

"Now that youve dragged me into this mess, theres only one thing I can expect of you," Blaine said.

"Anything," Kurt mumbled.

"I want you to hold my hand through this. Not publicly,but I want you to be there for me. Cooper reminded me that youve stuck around through all this hell. Youve been the angel that rescued me from my hell, and I want you to do that again," Blaine said. He bent down, meeting his lips with Kurts.

"Always," Kurt whispered between kisses. His hands found Blaines waist, and Blaine cupped the side of Kurts face with his. His lips felt so warm, so comforting. Blaine knew he made the right choice. Yes, this had been Kurts fault, but that was why he needed Kurt to take responsibility by being there for him.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaines waist completely, pulling him closer. Blaine slid off the bench and set himself on Kurts lap, straddling him. He buried his fingers in Kurts lush hair, smiling slightly.

"So are we okay?" Kurt asked, pulling back, his face still inches from Blaines.

Resting his forehead against Kurts, Blaine said quietly, "weve both made mistakes, and Im so very sorry for making my mistakes." He gently ran his thumb on Kurts pale cheek where he had slapped him. "I know youre sorry too. I dont want to think about the damage its caused. I dont want to think about the rest of the world, or how much they would judge me for sitting on your lap right now. I dont want to face that cruel world without you... We may have made mistakes, but meeting each other wasnt a mistake. Youve made me a better person, Kurt Hummel, and I want to give you all of that person."

In response, Kurt locked his lips with Blaines again. His hands found the bottom of Blaines shirt, and he pulled it over his head with ease. He tossed the shirt and it landed on the piano bench behind Blaine. The tips of Kurts fingers gently grazed Blaines bare chest and he shivered. His hand froze and Kurt said, "what about my heart?"

"Your heart?" Blaine asked, feeling his own beat quickly.

"I cant get hurt again, Blaine. If i... give myself to you, I want to know that youre going to take good care of it. I really do care about you, and telling you goodbye wasnt an easy choice for me. This is a commitment, and I cant take this lightly," he saud, his deep, blue eyes pouring into Blaines with so much honesty.

Taking Kurts hand in his, Blaine kissed his knuckles and said, "Then this is my way of committing to you. I wont hurt you. Like I said, I want to face the world with you."

"I like that idea," Kurt smiled softly.

"I like you," Blaine nudged his nose against Kurts neck.

"I think I love you," Kurt told him for the second time, and it made Blaines heart skip a beat.

"I know I love you," Blaine said, as he began kissing him again, feeling himself losing his sanity to the beautiful boy in front of him.