As Blaine drove away from Kur- Kurt and his husband's house he began to feel the guilt sink in. What did he expect? To be able to come back and have Kurt come back to him again, it's never that easy. To be honest he kind of ambushed Kurt, maybe there was a chance. The look on Kurt's when he saw Blaine gave away something, pain, regret, not matter the case it was something.

Blaine shouldn't have lied to Kurt. He didn't really have a place to stay but there was no way he could stay with Kurt…and his husband. I shouldn't feel this jealous he thought. After all they gave each other up long ago, making a huge mistake in the decision. Blaine shook his head clear of these thoughts and pulled out his phone to call Puck, he really needed a place to stay.

"Hey Blaine, my man, what do you need?" Puck slurred into the phone, obviously drunk.

Quinn reached across to grab the phone out of her fianc�e's hand.

"Blaine it's me, do you need anything."

"Yeah, thanks Quinn, I was wondering if I could stay with you guys for a few days. I didn't think to find a place to stay."

Blaine heard whispering in the background before Quinn replied,

"Sure you can stay here, is the futon in the extra bedroom okay?"

"Of course, anything is fine." Blaine sighed in relief; a hotel would be quite expensive.

"Great I'll just text you the address" Quinn chirped into the phone.

Blaine typed the address into the GPS and made his way to Puck and Quinn's apartment. When he arrived, Quinn escorted him to his room and helped him unpack a few of his belongings. When asked, Quinn had replied that Puck had already passed out in their room before Blaine had arrived. She then proceeded to show Blaine where everything was kept, washer, dryer, bathroom, toiletries, ect. Blaine thanked her and excused himself to shower, hoping the steaming water would wash away some of the woeful feelings he kept locked away.

After Blaine had showered and changed for bed, he lay under the covers, seeking comfort but knowing there was no one to turn to. He began to drift off until he heard the bedroom door squeak. A small amount of light flooded the room and Quinn came into view. She noticed how small Blaine looked swaddled up in the wool blankets. The hurt and surprise evident on his face, and Quinn took pity on him. He was like a little boy seeking help from the big, bad monster in his closet. She crept closer and sat on the edge of the futon.

"Hey Blaine". She whispered to the sleepy boy in front of her.

"Hi". Blaine replied meekly.

"Are you okay; it seems like you had a rough day?" She confronted, concerned. Blaine remained silent, not meeting her gaze. He wasn't sure if he had the nerve to ask her this to her face.

"Why…why didn't you tell me about James?" Blaine asked quietly, almost a whisper.

Quinn was excepting a question like this but was at a loss for words when asked.

"I-I don't know, I didn't want to hurt you, but I see that was wrong, it hurt more this way."

Blaine nodded solemnly and turned to face her completely.

Quinn may not have said anything about James but she was kind enough to let him stay that was as much as he could ask at the moment. They were never really close in high school considering Blaine transferred in senior year. He was glad that she cared about him though; he always thought that they would be good friends.

Quinn leaned forward and kissed Blaine on the forehead; she pulled up the blanket and walked toward the door. He really was like a child.

A Week Later

Blaine climbed out of bed for another repetitive day. He hadn't heard from Kurt so he assumed that Kurt didn't want to talk to him. It made sense after all. He had gone to a few meetings that day, record labels, transfer form, overall it was quite boring. Puck had just entered the room and made his way to sit with Blaine on the couch.

"Hey man, how are you holding up?" Blaine sighed and leant further back into the couch.

"Good I hate meetings though."

"Hey I hate to piss on your parade but I got something to tell you." Puck said nervously.

He then continued to explain to Blaine how it was really expensive to have him stay there between the wedding and expenses, they were kind of broke.

"I really hate to have to tell you this but we won't make you leave until you have someplace else to stay."

Blaine nodded sadly and went to grab his laptop, checking places and prices.

A Few Days Later

Puck had just finished getting of the phone when he turned towards Blaine and stated,

"Hey I might have a place you could stay, an old buddy of mine."

"I swear to God Puck if its some criminal or drug dealer!"

"No, no nothing like that, just baggage you know?"

"Well who doesn't have baggage?" Quinn asked, entering the room and coming up beside Puck.

"Noah why don't you give Blaine that address and he can go by after we eat?" She suggested with a smirk.

Blaine promptly agreed and went to pack up a few of his things; maybe it wouldn't be so bad. They all sat around the table eating while Blaine tried to pry some information about whose place he was going to. Hell he didn't even know if they were a guy or girl, he was putting a little too much trust in these two. They cleaned up and it was decided that Puck would drive Blaine over.

"If you like it, call me and I'll bring your stuff by later." Puck said.

They drove for a good twenty minutes until they stopped outside a modern looking apartment complex. This neighbourhood wasn't too bad and seemed to be okay in the evening. Blaine pulled the slip of paper out of his pocket and closed the car.

"I swing by later, just call." Puck said before driving off.

He made his way up through the door and up the stairs. He saw room 225 and paused before knocking, preparing himself for anything.

The door began to open and a familiar figure appeared in the door frame, Santana. She says nothing for a moment before pulling Blaine into her arms.

The pulled back and she said,

"Wow you are the last person I expected to be at my doorstep, eyebrows."

Blaine gave a dry laugh and asked,

"So you knew I was in town or…"

"Oh I knew everything, quite an ass Puck for kicking you out."

Blaine shrugged and bent down to grab his bag.

"I understand, they need their space."

Santana seemed angered by this and replied,

"Just because it's inconvient for them to not "sex it up" all the time isn't an excuse to not be a good friend."

"Well that's what I've got you for…right?" Blaine asked hoping she wouldn't make him leave now.

Santana rolled her eyes and replied,

"Come in hobbit, let's get you sorted out."

Santana led Blaine around the apartment. With all the essentials down, Blaine couldn't help by eye the blanket and pillow lying on the couch. Santana had shown him the guest room but had quickly swept him past the closed door that he assumed was her bedroom. Maybe she liked to nap on the couch?

After Blaine had placed his bag in his new room and texted Puck to bring his things by, Santana grabbed two beers and gestured for them to sit on the couch. She looked on him with pity, waiting for him to let out all his anger and frustration. When he stayed silent she said,

"You know I never liked James. When Kurt first introduced him to us he was such a drag, kept giving me looks every time I ordered another drink. He's sure got Kurt in line though; the boy hasn't had a drink or gone to the bar with us in months."

Blaine sighed before simply replying,

"I don't like him."

Santana looked at him with a dumbfound expression.

"Well of course you don't like him; he's married to the love of your life!"

Blaine's fa�ade broke a little when the realization of what Santana had just said was painfully true.

"I just wish I could go back, fix everything, take back what both of us said and did."

Santana softened a little, he was so fragile. A different person from the bashful, dapper boy she met many years ago. He had also been "soft" so to speak but not like this. It was like he was no longer a whole person. And to her best guess, he probably hadn't been since the breakup.

"So Puck told you about Nathan and the breakup and everything." Blaine asked quietly.

Santana only nodded, distantly, thinking about her own mistakes and mishaps.

They were silent for a while, in each others somewhat comforting company. They had gone long past judging each other.

Blaine broke the silence by asking,

"So what happened to you and Brittany?" sensing that they were most definitely not together anymore.

Santana looked as if she had told this story so many times; it still affected her so much though.

"She finally realized she was too good for me and left." Santana briefly explained, voice slightly cracking.

"But wh-" Blaine began.

"Just leave it Blaine!" Santana snapped, clearly very much hurting.

She had hurt everyday since the day Brittany had left her, much like with Kurt and Blaine. Santana had beaten herself up over it everyday, she had made Brittany leave, she deserved to be alone. She could only hope that Brittany was happier now, with someone that could treat her right, someone that's not her. Blaine could see she was close to tears and moved to sit beside her on the couch, pulling her into his arms.

Santana resisted at first, she had always refused peoples help, claiming to be perfectly fine. She gave in eventually and began to sob into Blaine's chest. No one had ever held her in hard times besides Brittany; nobody had ever comforted her because he repeatedly pushed them away. She knew that if she was to live with Blaine she had to let him in a bit, because she knew he would do just that with her.

After her sobs died down, Santana sat up and scooted across the couch from Blaine, their feet meeting in the middle. She paused for a moment before stating,

"People say the L.A. will soften you up while New York will make you hard and cold."

Blaine shook his head before replying,

"I don't believe that one bit. L.A. is the place that made me this way."

"No Blaine, you made yourself this way."

Blaine paused, considering one what had been one the most important pieces of information given to him lately. He had no one to blame but himself, and he knew that, but Kurt was also at fault as well. Blaine had to be the one to make this right though, Kurt had moved on and succeeded, Blaine didn't, but he couldn't help but feel that Kurt still felt something for him, he had to.

Santana took a long drink of her beer, obviously tired of the sorrow ridden conversation.

"Why don't we watch a movie, something with blood and violence?" Santana suggested to end the conversation. Blaine nodded and she moved to skim through her collection when the doorbell rang.

"That's probably Puck with my stuff." Blaine said, moving to go to the door. Santana shooed him back to the couch before saying,

"If it Puck, I'd like to give him a piece of my mind."

She pulled the front door open, putting on her best bitch face. Blaine had since moved and had just grabbed Kill Bill when Santana stated,

"Hummel, what the hell are you doing here?"