Kurt was walking quickly down the sidewalk, looking up into the darkening sky every once in a while to stop the tears from spilling from his eyes. He felt like an idiot. He should have seen it coming. He should have noticed that Hayden was acting weird. He also felt like an idiot for not believing Blaine.

Blaine.

He couldn't imagine how Blaine must be feeling. Kurt felt like a complete asshole for cutting Blaine out of his life just because his boyfriend – now ex-boyfriend – had asked him to. He also felt like an asshole for not believing Blaine when he had tried to warn him about Hayden. He hadn't been lying, he was just trying to be a good friend. Blaine was looking out for him, and Kurt felt like an asshole for not noticing it. He needed to apologize.

It wasn't until then that Kurt realized that he was nearing his apartment. He wanted to go home and sit on the couch and tell Rachel everything and cry to her, but not now. He couldn't handle that now. And he had more important things to do.

Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Rachel. She answered after only a couple of rings. "Hello?"

"Hey," He said, trying not to cry again. Somehow, just the sound of another person's made him want to.

She must have sensed that something was wrong by the tone of his voice because she was suddenly serious, "Kurt is everything okay?"

He took a deep shaky breath, "Yeah. Well, no. I don't know."

"What happened?"

"Nothing," He said quickly, "Uh, I'm not at Hayden's. I'm not heading home. I need to do something."

"Kurt, you're not making sense," She said, worried, "And you're kind of scaring me. What's going on?"

He sighed, "I'm fine. I'll be fine." As he spoke, he could feel his phone vibrating, signaling that he had a missed call. When he pulled his phone from his face and glanced at it, he saw that it was from Hayden, of course. "My phone is going to be off, but don't worry. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"Where are you going?"

"I'll call when I'm on my way home," Kurt said, avoiding the question.

"Kurt wait-"

"Love you, Rachel," He said before hanging up and immediately turning off his phone because his inbox was being flooded with texts from Hayden.

Kurt felt bad hanging up like that, but he couldn't handle the harassing text messages and calls and really didn't want to deal with it right now. Right now, he needed to get to Blaine's house and he needed to apologize.

Before he knew it, he was standing outside of Blaine's door, yet again. This time, he was more nervous than he had been before when he raised his hand and knocked softly on the door.

When he heard the knock on the door, Blaine wondered if Trent had forgotten his keys again. He had only left for a date about fifteen minutes earlier, and had a bad habit of forgetting things when he was nervous. He was ready to make fun of his roommate as he opened the door, but nothing could have prepared him for what was on the other side.

Kurt stood in the hallway, hugging his coat to himself, eyes red from crying. He looked at him like a deer in the headlights, and Blaine quickly realized that something was wrong and he was going to have to speak first because it looked like Kurt didn't know what to say.

"Hey…" He started, confused, "Are you okay?" The tears that he had been holding back spilled at the sound of Blaine's concerned voice and Kurt quickly shook his head no.

"Woah, woah… Hey," Blaine grabbed gently onto Kurt's shoulders and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. When Kurt still just stood there in front of him, arms crossed and crying, Blaine wrapped him in a warm hug, unsure of what else he could do. "Hey… You're okay, Kurt," He said softly, which almost caused Kurt to cry harder. "Can you tell me what happened?"

When Kurt shook his head no against him, still unable to speak, Blaine glanced over at the living room, "Do you want to sit?" At that, he nodded his head yes, so Blaine led him over to the couch where he sat him down and covered him in a blanket, unsure if he was shaking because he was crying or because he was cold.

After a few minutes, Kurt finally managed to regain some of his composure. He managed to stop his body from shaking and Blaine had found him some tissues to dry his eyes and blow his nose. He held the blanket close to him as he finally looked at Blaine again.

"Do you want to talk about it or-"

"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt cut him off, voice shaky.

"About what?" Blaine asked.

Kurt sighed, "Everything. About being an asshole to you, and ignoring you for a month…" He took a deep breath, "And for not believing you about Hayden."

Blaine's eyes widened, "You-"

"I walked in on them," Kurt said, looking at him.

"When?" Blaine asked numbly. He couldn't imagine how Kurt must have felt.

"Like… Forty-five minutes ago," Kurt replied.

"You mean this just happened?" Blaine asked, still trying to grasp what was going on and why Kurt had decided to come to him afterward instead of going straight home to Rachel, his best friend.

Kurt nodded. "I didn't want to go home. I felt like I needed to apologize to you. You were just trying to look out for me and stop me from seeing what I just saw, and I was an asshole and didn't believe you."

"You don't have to apologize to me, Kurt," Blaine assured, but Kurt just shook his head.

"No, I do." He looked back up at Blaine, at his big hazel eyes, and silently wished that he had met him before Hayden. Blaine was such a good person and probably a perfect boyfriend, and Kurt felt like he was fucking it up. "I wasn't fair to you and you deserve to be mad at me."

Blaine shrugged, "I can't be."

"Why?" Kurt asked, still watching Blaine intently.

"I like you too much to be mad," He replied simply. For some reason, Blaine decided that it was now or never. He needed to tell Kurt how he felt. Kurt watched him with wide eyes as he continued. He sighed, "Look, Kurt. I like you a lot. I know this is probably a really bad time to be telling you this, and if you don't want to hear it, just say so. But I think you're one of the few people who has actually managed to break through this wall that I didn't even know I had, and I don't want to just push you away like everyone else. I want you in my life. So no, I can't be mad at you."

Kurt was silent for a moment, watching his face for any sign of doubt. When he couldn't find it, Kurt crawled across the couch, closing the gap between them so he was only a few inches away from Blaine. "Do you really mean that?"

Blaine nodded, "I do."

At that, Kurt leaned in even closer and placed his hand on Blaine's cheek. They locked eyes for a moment before Kurt asked softly, "Is this okay?" He knew he shouldn't be doing it. He had just gotten hurt and the last thing he wanted was to get hurt again, or drag Blaine into his mess. He shouldn't be doing it, but when Blaine nodded, he couldn't help himself. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Blaine's.

Blaine's hand held onto Kurt's as they kissed, and when he inhaled through his nose, he could smell his sweet scent. He scooted closer to him so their bodies were touching, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Kurt sighed out through his nose and relaxed into Blaine. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, but it felt so right.

After a moment, Blaine pulled away and pressed his forehead to Kurt's. Their breathing was heavy and they took the moment to gather themselves in silence, planning the next move. They sat there like that for a few seconds, smiling to themselves, before Kurt spoke up, "Should we… I mean, do you think this is a bad idea? Or…" Kurt stumbled over his words, trying to figure out how to ask him if they should be kissing.

Blaine watched him carefully for a moment. Now that he wasn't intoxicated by Kurt's lips and taste and smell, he had a chance to think clearly. Though he wanted to, he knew they probably shouldn't. "I dunno," He breathed out, trying not to sound like an asshole, "I mean… I just… Maybe we shouldn't… After all, you're still kind of recovering…"

Kurt was immediately scooting away from Blaine sitting farther from him on the couch, looking worried. The same thing had happened last time he came over. They had kissed, things got heated, then Blaine stopped him and kicked him out, "You're right. A lot has happened tonight… I'm not really thinking clearly. I should go." He went to stand but Blaine grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"I'm not kicking you out," Blaine said quickly, half smiling. Kurt allowed himself to sit back down as Blaine took his hand and talked. "Trust me when I say that I do like you, Kurt. And I want this. But, I don't want this to be a rebound. A lot has happened to you tonight. The last thing you should be worrying about is me. You came here for someone to talk to, and I can be that. Okay?"

Kurt nodded slowly, "Okay…"

Blaine smiled reassuringly, "I can wait. I'm not going anywhere. If and when you're ready for something more, I'll be here. But until then, stay here and watch a movie. Get your mind off of things."

Kurt smiled back, "Alright."

The two of them settled down on the couch next to eachother and turned on a movie. "So… are you okay?" Blaine asked as the movie began, concerned about Kurt. His mind had wandered to what he had looked like when he walked in the door.

Kurt cleared his throat, "Yeah. Well, I don't know. I mean, he definitely made it easy for me to walk away…" When Blaine just looked at him, he continued, "He uh… he brought you up. And tried to compare what happened between us to what he was doing. And he called me a lot of names." Just thinking about it again made Kurt's chest tight and he knew that it was probably a good thing that he and Blaine were just being friends for now. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he needed to get over Hayden before rushing into something else.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine offered, feeling bad.

"No," Kurt shook his head, "I should have believed you. I'm sorry." When it got quiet between them, Kurt turned his attention to the TV, "So, what movie are we watching?"

About an hour into the movie, Kurt passed out on the couch, his head on Blaine's lap. And Blaine couldn't help but smile at how peaceful Kurt looked sleeping. It was only about ten when the movie ended and just as Blaine was about to get up to turn the TV off and get Kurt a blanket, his phone started ringing from in the kitchen. He gently got up and replaced his leg with a pillow under Kurt's head, then made his way to his phone.

He wasn't surprised to see Rachel's name on his screen when he picked it up. Kurt had mentioned that his phone was off because Hayden kept calling.

"Hey, Rachel," Blaine said softly, making sure Kurt was still asleep.

"Please tell me he's over there," Her voice sounded worried.

"Yeah, he's fine," Blaine replied, "He's just sleeping on my couch. He's had a rough night."

She let out a relieved sigh, "Yeah, I figured… Hayden showed up here screaming about him. Thank god I had a friend over. We had to threaten him with calling the cops to get him to leave."

Blaine shook his head, "Shit, I'm sorry, Rachel."

"It's alright," She replied, "So… what exactly happened? I'm assuming they broke up, but Kurt didn't really say anything."

"I don't want to get to into it," Blaine said carefully, "I'd rather he tell you everything… But he baasically walked in on Hayden with someone else."

"Oh my god," Rachel breathed out, "Is he okay?"

Blaine glanced back over to the couch where he was sleeping peacefully, "Yeah, I think he'll be okay."

"Is he staying there?"

"Yeah, I think so," Blaine said, still watching Kurt, "I'll have him call when he's on his way in the morning."

"Thank you, Blaine," She said softly.

He smiled, even though she couldn't see him, "Of course. I'll talk to you later, Rachel."

After he hung up, Blaine crossed the room and pulled a bigger blanket out of the closet and threw it over Kurt, who smiled in his sleep and pulled it up to his chin. Just as he did so, the front door opened and Trent walked in. "Hey," He called when he walked in the door, and Blaine shushed him and pointed down at Kurt.

Trent's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head when he saw the other boy sleeping soundly on the couch. "What is he doing here?" He whispered harshly.

Blaine scratched at the back of his head and looked down, "He... he was having a rough night." When Trent just looked at him expectantly he explained, "He walked in on his boyfriend with someone else."

Trent shook his head, "That's rough."

Blaine nodded, "He needed a friend."

Trent reluctantly agreed and went to bed shortly after telling Blaine about how his date was. Blaine, on the other hand, stayed up for a little while longer, sitting on the couch opposite of Kurt and watching TV. Every once in a while he would glance over at the sleeping boy and make sure he was okay. For now, he was. Tomorrow, he was going to have to deal with what had happened with Hayden.

Thankfully he has a friend like you to help him through it.

Blaine had finally accepted the fact that he and Kurt needed to be friends first if they ever wanted anything more. Obviously, rushing into things was out of the question.

When he was finally too tired to keep his eyes open, Blaine retreated into his bedroom with one last look back in Kurt's direction.

The next morning, Blaine was woken up by a violent pounding on his bedroom door, followed by Trent calling his name, "Blaine, if you don't have Kurt in your bed with you, I think he left."

Blaine rubbed his eyes and sat up and called back sleepily, "What?"

"Is Kurt in there?" Trent asked louder.

Blaine glanced around, "Uh… no. Why would he be?"

At that, Trent decided that it was safe to enter the room and opened the door, letting light in. He smiled apologetically at Blaine for waking him up, "I think your friend left."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "What? Why?"

"Well he's not on the couch and he's not in here…" He said, pointing out the obvious for a sleepy Blaine, "And his shoes and coat are gone and so is his phone."

Blaine silently wondered to himself why Kurt would have left without saying goodbye and stood to see for himself. Sure enough, when he walked into the living room, Kurt was gone and the blanket he had been using was folded neatly at the end of the couch. It was as if he had never been there.

"But why would he…" Blaine trailed off, looking around the room as if he were going to find a clue.

Trent, who was now standing next to him shrugged, "I don't know. He's probably got a lot on his mind. It seems like he doesn't really know what he wants."

Blaine sighed in defeat and sat down on the couch, where Kurt had been the night before. He had hoped that they had resolved things. He had told Kurt how he felt, and Kurt felt the same. They were off to a new start. He could have sworn things were going well. Why would Kurt leave?