Connor was feeling quite pleased with himself, he was hoping that everything that happened between Mark and Kurt at the last weekend had caused Kurt and Blaine to stop talking to each other. He was still waiting for Kurt to return his feelings, but he was slowly beginning to feel regret. What if this totally changed the relationship between them? Kurt hadn’t talked straight to him since that night, and refused to look him in the eyes.

As they watched Rosy and Blaine interact on stage, Connor could feel his heart drop as one of the extra’s finished speaking to Kurt and began walking over to him. His pulse quickened as she reached for him, motioning for him to tilt down slightly so she could whisper in his ear. He complied and felt her cool breath tickle his ear, “Mr. Hummel would like to speak with you after practice today.”

Connor nodded, letting her knew the message got through. She gave him a small smile before walking off to join the other girls bundled in a group, whispering about how dapper Blaine Anderson was; maybe they could even get his autograph?

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Blaine finished putting his costume away and proceeded to begin his exit out of the theatre. It had been a long day; he felt not only physically drained, but emotionally as well. Kurt hadn’t addressed him at all throughout the entire run through, and he could feel his patience weaning away slowly.

“Kurt, you needed to talk to me?” He heard Connor’s voice trail from inside the theatre. Blaine looked around the corner and saw Kurt and Connor standing awfully close to each other.

“Yes, uh, about the other night,” Kurt began, he was fidgeting nervously.

Connors face flushed, “Uh, just forget about it Kurt. We can pretend like it never happened.”

“Actually,” Kurt began, “I was wondering if after the last string of performances, we could go out and do something together.”

“Yeah, of course! That would be awesome!” Connor exclaimed, trying hard to keep his cool.

Blaine could feel his heart constricting in his chest. He wished he hadn’t just witnessed that; should he just pretend he didn’t overhear the conversation and just walk out like nothing had changed- or should he be dramatic and run out of the theatre and never come back. He decided to walk with his head held high towards the doors. Blaine caught Kurt’s eyes as he passed the two men, but quickly looked away. He couldn’t handle the look that his blue eyed angel was giving him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He felt his legs begin to run. He ran to get out of there; he couldn’t stay anymore.

As the suns beams hit him, he felt his heart stop pounding as the blood pushed itself down from his head, allowing his breathing to slow down considerably.

“Fuck!” He cried out, kicking a nearby garbage can to the ground. The anger was slowly taking over and he could feel the tears threatening to spill out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up into the sky, “Shit. Bitch. Whore. Damn it. Fucking mother of hell.”

“Blaine?”

He turned around to the soft voice that had whispered out his name.

“Listen Rachel, I did what you said and now he wants nothing to do with me.” He couldn’t look her in the eyes; he couldn’t let her see the pain that was slowly seeping in to his skin.

Blaine let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when Rachel grabbed hold of him and held him close. He just stood there and let her comfort him, let her breath comforting words into his shoulders, “It’s going to be okay.”

“Rachel, it’s over. Once this production is finished, I’ll never see him again. I just want to get through this in the least painful way possible.” Blaine admitted. He allowed her to continue to cling to him.

Rachel looked up at him fiercely, “Blaine Anderson, do you honestly think that Kurt doesn’t want to speak to you again?”

“What do you mean?”

“You honestly thought he broke up with you because he didn’t love you anymore?” Blaine nodded his head sheepishly. Those thoughts had crossed his mind before.

“Kurt didn’t date anyone between then till now-.”

“Well, looks like the cycle is broken then.” Blaine scoffed.

“You listen to me Anderson! Yes your heart was broken, but get over it! He didn’t just break your heart five years ago; he broke his own as well!”

“Rachel, I-.”

“Just shut up and let me finish talking! Jesus! Since you’ve come back ever so gracefully, there isn’t one night he doesn’t come back from rehearsals and talk about how amazing you did on stage, or how your voice just hit that perfect note. Frankly, it’s getting quite annoying. And Jason egging him on doesn’t help.” Rachel rambled.

“Wait, he’s been talking about me?” Blaine asked, his spirits beginning to rise.

“You know what? You and I need to get coffee. Let me just-.”

“Rachel.” A commanding voice said, coming out of the theatre.

Rachel looked up sheepishly, “Oh, hi Kurt.”

“Thanks for picking me up today.” Kurt said, eyeing Blaine wearingly, “What would I do without you?”

“Ah yes, you’re right. I came to pick you up darling. Onward!” Rachel slipped her arm into Kurt’s began to walk away. Blaine subtly slipped a piece of paper into her hand as she passed him. She raised free arm in the ‘I’ll call you’ fashion and turned away, jabbering away about the musical to Kurt.

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Finally, after Rachel quit talking about stuff Kurt really couldn’t care any less about he was able to talk, “Rachel, I said I would go on a date with Connor.”

Rachel stopped in her tracks, the smile on her face diminishing quickly, “Excuse me?”

“I told Connor that one my directing days at Phantom are over, we could go on a coffee date.” Kurt explained calmly, not daring to look into his friend’s judgmental eyes.

Rachel gaped at him, “But, what about Blaine?”

“What about him Rachel; nothing is happening between us. He hasn’t done anything about it. We haven’t talked. I think this really is the end, like closure. Telling me I need to move on finally.” Kurt slipped his arm back into Rachel’s; they began walking again.

“Maybe you need to make the move?”

“Why should I make the move?” Kurt asked her curiously.

“There should be no gender roles in a homosexual relationship Kurt. You broke up with him; he probably doesn’t know what he should do.” Rachel explained.

“I still don’t quite get what you’re trying to say, Rachel.”

Rachel huffed but kept dragging Kurt along, “I think you need to tell Connor that nothing will happen between you two. Then you need to go up to Blaine and tell him exactly how you feel, because he’s hurting right now.”

Kurt sighed but nodded his head in agreeance, “What would I do without you?”

“Eat meat?”

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“Blaine, just open the door please!” Mark called from outside Blaine’s apartment door. He had been there for the last two hours, but Blaine refused to grant this, once boisterous, man with his presence.

“Go fuck yourself!” Blaine yelled from the other side, a strong of curse words that could be heard from about a mile away. The last person he wanted to see was the face of Mark. This problem he was having was caused by that stupid prick in the first place.

“If you’ll just listen to me then maybe I will!” Mark cried, pounding on the door ferociously.

He kept up the incessant knocking until Blaine had finally had enough. He pulled the door open and stood to the side as Mark came stumbling inside as he tried to knock a second time. Blaine looked down and just sighed, “You’re supposed to be my friend.”

Mark watched hopelessly as Blaine’s face began to crumple, his eyes began tearing up. Blaine slid to the floor wordlessly, covering his face with his hands. Mark shut the door behind him and joined Blaine on the floor, wrapping his arms carefully around the short man’s waist and pulled him close. He pressed his lips to Blaine’s head in an attempt to calm him down, “Let’s just pretend none of this happened.”

“That’s what he said.” Blaine whispered.

“What?”

“Kurt wanted to pretend like it never happened. He doesn’t want to talk to me ever again, and there’s nothing I can do or say to change his mind. It’s exactly told me five years ago. I can’t go through that again Mark. I just can’t.” Blaine rambled on, his breathing becoming labored.

“Then maybe you should give someone else a chance Blaine,” Mark said lifting Blaine’s face to his own, “Take a chance on me.”

Mark closed the small gap between their faces, capturing Blaine’s lips with his own. Blaine didn’t respond like he had wanted, but he didn’t pull away either. Mark took this as an okay and just continued, his tongue pressed on Blaine’s lips, asking for entrance. Blaine gasped at the touch, this action allowed Mark’s tongue access, letting it feel around in the wet hotness of Blaine’s mouth. Tasting and feeling all that Blaine had to offer.

Blaine was completely caught off guard. On one hand, he was really hurting on the inside and he just wanted someone to hold him close and show him the love he had been craving lately. On the other hand, he was extremely pissed that Mark had crossed the boundaries he had so carefully put up.

A ring started to knell through the silence in the air. Mark pulled away and allowed Blaine to reach for his cell phone on the ground beside them. He held it to his ear, “Hello?”

“Hello Blaine, would you like to meet me for coffee in about 10 minutes?”

Blaine looked over at Mark and bowed his head in shame, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

“Alright, how about that little coffee shop in front of the theatre? They usually have really good coffee.”

Blaine allowed himself a small smile, “Yeah that sounds great.”

“Alright, see you then!”

Blaine hung up his phone and turned to Mark, “I think you need to leave.”

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“Who were you talking to?” Kurt asked, sliding into his seat with his and Rachel’s drinks, “And when did you start drinking a medium drip anyway?”

Rachel felt a blush crawl up her cheeks, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve always liked my coffee strong.”

Despite this, Kurt noticed that her drink remained un-touched.