"What do you want, Connor?" Kurt asked him, trying to hail a cab on the extremely busy street corner.

Connor sighed, "Kurt, I think the way you're obsessing over this Anderson guy is ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? Obsessing? Have you not been watching everything I've been doing? There is absolutely nothing between Blaine and me!" Kurt exclaimed as he ran a hand through his now ruined hair.

"Please don't lie to me, Kurt."

Kurt turned on his heels to look at a slightly flustered Connor, "Why do you even care?"

"Because… I don't want anything to happen between you and Blaine." Connor managed to say through each strangled breath he took.

"Connor, what are you trying to say?" Kurt asked; his eyes betrayed him as he felt them widen.

"I like you Kurt, a lot." Connor shuffled nervously on his feet, not daring to look at Kurt's reaction to his sudden confession. He found himself wishing he could take it back at all costs, or maybe pretend it was a joke and just shrug it off.

But instead he was left paralyzed after Kurt had uttered five years before when they were in this exact same situation as the cab pulled up to the corner, "Let me think about it."

He couldn't stop smiling.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Blaine watched helplessly as Connor ran after the distraught Kurt; he wanted to go as well, but figured that it would just make the entire situation worse than it had originally been.

"Well that was a gong show." Mark said from his sport beside Blaine.

Blaine turned on his heels and stared at Mark in shock, "Mark. You seriously just need to back off."

Mark stared on as his smirk turned into a frown, "I was there, Blaine-."

"Yes, I know that, Mark. And you're still here. You'll always be here. But you won't ever be there." Blaine tried to explain.

"Your metaphors always sucked Blaine. I'm here right now. What has got you so against the idea of us?" Mark asked.

"That's just it, Mark, there isn't an 'us'. There was never an 'us', nor will there ever be an 'us'." Blaine pointed out.

"Blaine, I-."

"I don't like you Mark; not in that way. I will never like you as more than a friend. Why can't you just accept that?" Blaine exclaimed, beginning to make his way out of the bar.

"Maybe I don't want to accept it Blaine!" Mark yelled out.

"Get over it!"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Kurt stood outside Blaine's apartment; the howling wind hitting him like a brick wall. The realization of everything was coming over him; what was he even doing here? He was just going hurt Blaine like last night.

The door opened and a women in her mid-thirties appeared, she tugged the shawl wrapped around her shoulders closer to her as she stared at him oddly, "I saw you from my window; you look like you could use a friend."

He felt himself smiling slightly as she allowed him inside, "Thank you."

"You looked like you were about to lose a nut out there in the cold. Were you waiting for someone?" She asked him curiously firmly closing the door to the building behind them.

"I'm actually not sure if he's home or not," Kurt admitted.

"Well considering its two in the morning, I wouldn't suppose so."

Kurt looked at her curiously, "How would you know who I'm waiting for"

"I'm the owner this building; I know everything." The lady said, "If you wait outside his door, he's bound to come home at some time."

"Thanks," Kurt said with a slight smile on his face; he began his walk up the stairs.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Blaine stumbled through the building door an hour later, crawling uselessly up the steps; he was very inebriated after his long night and wanted nothing more than to crawl into his bed and sleep. His thoughts on what he was going to do before going to sleep were interrupted as he almost fell onto the figure that was situated in front of his door.

"Blaine?" A slightly groggy Kurt asked from the floor, looking up into the hues of hazel-green eyes.

A smile lit Blaine's features; all thoughts of going straight to bed were now gone. He now wanted nothing more than to take Kurt into his room and ravish him. Instead he just said, "Kurt, you should go home."

"I think we need to-."

He was cut off by Blaine picking him up from the ground by his wrists. Blaine opened the door to his apartment and dragged them both inside, "Good, I didn't want you to leave anyway."

"Blaine, I-."

As the door to the apartment closed Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him back against the door forcefully, pressing his lips onto Kurt who hesitated for a moment before reciprocating what he had been waiting to do for the past three weeks. He pulled his arms from Blaine's embrace and lifted them to the perfect curls situated on the Broadway star's head, tugging slightly as their breathing became strained.

Kurt gasped in surprise when he felt Blaine's tongue press against his lips, this action allowing Blaine's tongue access. In the heat of the moment he tugged Blaine's curls, switching their positions so that it was now Blaine pressed against the door. Hazel eyes boar into his as Blaine let out a soft moan, arching his hips up slightly to press the bulge in his pants against Kurt's thigh.

That's when Kurt decided that enough was enough, he pushed off Blaine; struggling as Blaine tried to grab hold of his wrists again. This was not how their reconciliation was supposed to be; not with Blaine spending most of the night drinking his problems away!

"Blaine, stop it!" Kurt exclaimed, finally freeing himself from Blaine's vice grip on his wrists and untangling their bodies. Blaine groaned in frustration and ran one hand through the curls and Kurt found himself struggling to keep his hands out of the mop of hair on Blaine's head. Blaine moved forward again, trying to recapture Kurt's lips, "B-Blaine!"

The hazel eyed man growled in response, "Come on, Kurt. You know you want to."

"Regardless of what you think I want," Kurt snapped, "this should not be happening?"

"Please Kurt," He begged, trying to throw on his best puppy dog face which was not working for obvious drunk reasons.

Kurt distanced them a bit more, "We know that if this happens," he motioned between the two of them, "that we'll just end up hurting each other again."

"Well maybe that was the plan!" Blaine exclaimed.

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked him; his eyes snapped up and his lips began to settle in a very thin line.

Blaine stared at him. 'Who cares now?' He thought, he had nothing to lose, "Maybe I want to hurt you, Kurt! Maybe I want to hurt you in the same way you hurt me! I want you to feel that pain!"

"I see," Kurt walked past Blaine towards the door, "see you in practice on Friday then." He left the apartment, leaving a dumbstruck Blaine behind.

Blaine did the only thing he knew how to do, he chased after him.

"Kurt! Please Kurt, just listen to me!" Blaine called out as he followed Kurt down the streets of New York.

Kurt whipped around on the spot; the glare in his eyes sending daggers right through Blaine's heart, "There isn't anything for us to discuss, Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt, if you'll just hear me out. I didn't mean those things." Blaine tried to explain.

Kurt sighed, his breathing catching in the cold air, "I could never hate you more than I do at this very moment."

"Kurt…"

"I can't wait until this show is over, then we won't have anything to do with each other ever again." Kurt gave himself one more chance to look at the heartbroken man in front of him before hesitantly walking away from him; from them.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Blaine woke up the next morning all he could do was bring his hands to his face. He remembered what happened last night; everything he'd said and done to Kurt and everything he hadn't said or done.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"Kurt. Kurt, honey are you okay?" Rachel asked, sitting beside Kurt at the breakfast table.

He looked up from the bowl of fruit he was busy consuming and just shrugged, "Why, should something be wrong?"

"You didn't come home until six this morning. Where were you?" She asked curiously as Kurt tried to avoid her gaze.

"I was just out for a walk. I've been really stressed about my term as the director for Phantom being over that I just need time to… think." Kurt explained as calmly as he could, though he could feel his voice starting to shake.

"Did you go to Blaine's?" Jason asked as he entered the dining room, a plate of toast in his hands.

Kurt quickly looked up, shooting Jason a death glare. Rachel watched Kurt carefully, "You went to Blaine's. How do you even know where he lives?"

"It's fine Rachel, nothing happened." He felt his face light up about 100 degrees as he remembered the events of earlier that morning.

Rachel had to use all the will power she had to not stand up from her chair and throw Kurt to the ground, "Kurt! You've gone so far without him, why can't you just let him go"

"He kissed me."

"What?"

Kurt sighed, "He kissed me, and I liked it, Rachel. I liked it." Rachel and Jason looked at each other, locking eyes. They knew what is was like to be so overwhelmed with so much love that they couldn't fathom it. He turned up to look at them fully, "I told him that I couldn't wait until the musical was over; so we would never have to see each other again."

Rachel reached over and grabbed Kurt's left hand in hers, "But is that what you want, Kurt?"

He looked up at her, "Truthfully. I don't know what I want anymore; I just don't want to hurt Blaine in the process."