It was a Saturday in early June. He was lying in bed naked with chocolate and cream coloured sheets draped and tangled around his porcelain limbs. He lay smiling as he thought about what had happened the night before, how he and his boyfriend had finally made 'love' to each other, though the word 'love' probably wasn't an accurate description of how he felt at the time. He'd missed that feeling of someone else inside of him, someone else kissing him, touching him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and making him exhale with soft noises with almost every movement – no, it wasn't love, but it was a blissful feeling to say the least.

The young man sat up in bed and allowed the golden sunlight to brighten his complexion, the warmth of the sun's rays kissing every visible part of his skin as he stretched his arms and sighed with content. It was going to be a good day; he was sure of it, not just because of the weather but because he'd awoken in a great mood and usually that was the best indication of how his day was going to be. He stood up, still naked and skin radiating a soft, healthy glow as his entire body came into view of the sun as he walked across the room to grab his silk robe from the back of the door and slid it on, fastening it up before exiting the bedroom and entering the rest of his apartment. The smell of freshly made pancakes and bacon greeted his nose as he walked, reaching the kitchen to see his boyfriend at the stove making breakfast.

"Good Morning," the porcelain man cooed, walking up to the taller man and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Oh, Kurt, I didn't realise you were up, I was just making you some pancakes."

"Mm, I know, I thought I'd come and supervise before you start a fire."

Kurt chuckled and sat himself on the couch in the room - or the living room - as he called it, even though it was an open apartment with different sections delegated to the kitchen, the dining room and the living room. The two bedrooms and bathrooms were the only places with walls within his home.

"Say uh, are you wearing clothes underneath that robe of yours?" the taller man smirked. Kurt laughed and shook his head, curling his knees up behind him to try and get comfortable without teasing in any possible way.

"Not at all…"

"I like your style, Hummel."

"Of course you would, you used to reek of Craig's List and have 'player' written all over you back in high school. I've never known someone to be so manipulative-"

"You're one to talk, considering everything I've heard about you - and you can still be a total bitch sometimes, but that's why we work so well together."

Kurt smiled at his boyfriend; their banter was certainly somewhat unexplainable and anyone who met the couple probably thought that they hated each other, which was once true. Kurt didn't really know how it had happened, how and when they became closer to each other, but it was better than insulting one another in public whenever they came in contact.

"Sebastian?" Kurt sang, giving his partner a cheeky grin as he looked over (and subtly checking him out in his outfit, skinny tie, cuff tight shirt and suit pants – clearly Sebastian would be meeting up with his parents at some point in the day.) "Can I get some strawberries with that too?"

"Did your Dad ever teach you to have manners?"

"Please."

"Sure thing, Princess"

Princess - that was certainly a name that Kurt hadn't missed Sebastian calling him back when they were rivals from different high schools; however he brushed the name off quickly – he knew that Sebastian didn't mean it, it was just a habit he'd developed out of that cocky attitude of his and the feminine image Kurt could uphold occasionally.

Kurt got off of the couch and was about to start his moisturising routine when he heard the sound of his phone vibrating on the kitchen table, inwardly, he was hoping that it was Rachel and that she'd managed to get them the backstage tickets to the revival of Rent on Broadway.

"Aren't you Mister Popular, huh? Your cell has done that at least six times since I've been awake," Sebastian murmured, his pink tongue sticking out with concentration as he continued to prepare his boyfriend's food.

Kurt's heart came to a complete halt. Six times. As much as he loved socialising, there was no way that his close friends would try to contact him at 11am on a Saturday morning six times – unless of course, it was Rachel. Then again, she'd come knocking on the apartment door if it was urgent. If anyone was going to contact him they'd usually be in touch of an afternoon, as the majority of his friends were probably still asleep or busy preparing for the day ahead. Kurt's main worry was that it was something to do with his Dad's health. He reached for the phone and inhaled sharply when he saw what he'd missed.

Blaine: Text (4)
Blaine: Missed Call (2).

It was exactly six times.

He swallowed inaudibly and carried his phone back to the couch, hesitant to look at what Blaine wanted. What could it have been? They weren't dating anymore, they broke up after Kurt left for New York to study at NYADA, leaving Blaine back at home in Lima. Sure, they'd seen each other since then, Blaine was also studying there and they'd fooled around together when they both felt lonely or needy – that was until Kurt called it off; it didn't feel right, especially since Blaine had broken up with him the first time. He didn't know what Blaine's feelings were and whilst he tried to work them out, he simply couldn't decode them whilst they were having intercourse out of previous feelings and for the sake of having sex. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't what Kurt wanted. However, they kept their friendship, even if it was challenging at times.

Kurt turned his phone over without checking whatever is was that Blaine wanted. Blaine knew that Sebastian was coming over this weekend and that was probably what Blaine was trying to contact Kurt about – he'd done it before. The guilt hit Kurt instantly, but it was the only way to focus properly on his time with Sebastian.

Shortly after, another text came and it forced Kurt to turn his phone onto silent mode without the annoying vibrating to disturb his morning.

Sebastian smirked as he turned with Kurt's breakfast prepared perfectly on a plate: pancakes, bacon, egg, strawberries prepared and slices in half with syrup. It smelt like utter heaven. "It's low fat pancakes before you turn into a critic, I know you'd kick my ass if it were full fat," Sebastian grinned as he placed a single plate onto the glass kitchen table with a signature wink that made Kurt swoon like a smitten school girl.

Kurt made his way over with a smile and gave his boyfriend a kiss as a thank you; in return, Sebastian looped his arms through the robe and down to Kurt's ass where he gave a gentle squeeze until he broke the kiss. "C'mon, eat up or it'll get cold and I'm not making any more-"

"Oh… aren't you staying for breakfast?"

The pale beauty pouted as he sat down, giving Sebastian his finest deep ocean blue puppy dog eyes that made everyone fall into his trap of getting what he wanted. The taller man fixed his tie and sighed, leaning down to kiss Kurt's lips once more before he started eating.

"Can't, I'm meeting the parents for brunch and then tonight-"

"You're still going out with me tonight, aren't you?" Kurt asked, giving a content moan at how delicious the food was.

"Shit... Kurt, I'm really sorry, my Mom and Dad want me to spend some time with them before they go back home- I explained that I had plans but…"

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," the younger man smiled, "I'm pretty sure that Ryan Gosling's beautiful abs will still be waiting for us next week. We can watch the movie next weekend if you want to? Then we can go out for dinner."

"Sounds great," Sebastian nodded, looking at his watch and groaning, "Look, I gotta go; I'll call you later, 'kay?" Another kiss was shared before Sebastian left the apartment, taking his night bag with him.

Kurt finished his breakfast quietly and washed up after himself (and Sebastian). He didn't touch his phone, as much as he wanted to send Sebastian a text and thank him for the delicious food and emphasize the fact that he never knew his boyfriend was even capable of turning on a stove considering he always had someone else to cook for him. He couldn't touch his phone knowing that Blaine had been in touch and was clearly up to something, and as bad as it sounded, Kurt still had feelings for his ex boyfriend, even though he didn't admit it – even to himself. The worst part was that he was unsure as to exactly what Blaine was feeling, and with the two of them seeing each other every now and again it reminded Kurt of just how in love he felt.

How was he supposed to move on if his past tried to keep up with him?

With Sebastian gone, Kurt was left to his own devices. He probably should have gotten dressed by now – a whole hour had passed already, but instead Kurt found himself curled up on the couch with the latest issue of Vogue magazine and a glass of peach flavoured water. He still hadn't checked the messages that were left on his phone, and at the back of Kurt's mind he was worrying that there'd be more than the six notifications he had when he last looked at it. As his long pale fingers went to turn the next page, there was a click from his apartment door accompanied with a buzzing noise. Instantly, Kurt blushed as he stood up, pulling his robe tightly around him and tightening the ribbon so as there was nothing on display for the postman. At least, he was hoping for the postman; he'd been waiting on the delivery of his new Marc Jacobs satchel for just over a week now and was growing impatient.

He rushed to the door and composed himself, fixing his hair as he opened it and smiled brightly, taking the package from the postman. "Oh my God, thank you so much!" he squealed.

"M'just doin' my job…"

"You keep doing your job because you have just made me the happiest man in New York. I can't believe it's finally here! Oh, I have to call Rachel!" Kurt beamed; he honestly could've kissed the postman for bringing him the package – fashion would always have a high priority in his life. "Have a nice day!"

"Uh… yeah, you too!" the middle aged man replied as he waved rather awkwardly and walked away.

Kurt stood with the door open and looked at the white vintage box with silver spiralled patterns printed onto it.

'Marc by Marc Jacobs for Jacobs by Marc Jacobs in collaboration with Marc Jacobs for Marc by Marc Jacobs'.

Sheer perfection, Kurt thought – and that was only the box.

"Did you get my texts?"

Kurt's head shot up from the box with a hitch in breath at the back of his throat. Blaine. It was Blaine. What was he doing here? Why was he here? Not now, anything but now. Why couldn't Kurt just have a day of relaxation without any issues or having to ignore feelings that he had worked so hard on trying to numb?

"Blaine, what are you- sorry… I'm a little busy, Sebastian is-"

"Not here," Blaine finished, "I just saw him getting into a taxi outside."

Kurt couldn't help but wonder if Blaine had followed his boyfriend or whether he'd waited for him to leave. Either way, there was no way Kurt could get out of this now. He was stuck, it was official; there was no valid excuse he could use and mainly because if there was one thing in the world that he couldn't do, it was lie to Blaine Anderson. There was a rise in tension with an uncomfortable silence, Kurt licked his lips and pretended to admire the box in his arms even though he'd lost interest in it just a few moments ago, whereas Blaine tilted his head and crossed his arms, waiting for an answer. It was more than obvious that Blaine wasn't wanted there. Kurt raised his head and tried to avoid eye contact, muttering 'come in' to the curly haired being. His heart was aching, it was hurting, but it shouldn't have. Everything was fine, wasn't it? Kurt was still upset that Sebastian had to cancel their plans, it wasn't as if he was upset that Blaine had made a sudden appearance.

"How's Sebastian?" Blaine questioned flatly, sitting himself down onto one of the two couches.

Why was this always about Sebastian?

"He's good," Kurt smiled, trying to act as normal as physically possible without giving away that he was clearly uncomfortable with the given situation, "He's doing well. His parents are in town so they're gate crashing his plans until they head back to Ohio tomorrow night."

There was a slow nod from Blaine, almost as if he didn't believe a single word that Kurt had just uttered. The younger man didn't exactly hide the fact that he wasn't a fan of Kurt and Sebastian's relationship. Kurt had read and heard it all; from the way Blaine's body language was whenever he was around, to the way he spoke to either of them. An awkward silence rose again between the two friends as Blaine sat on one couch and Kurt sat directly opposite. Blaine's honey-hazel optics gazed around the room and Kurt's ocean blue ones were looking at the boy he fell in love back in High School with a numb feeling in his chest. Blaine looked exactly the same as he did back then, though he'd toned up more, he was just a little bit taller and his face was more defined with age.

No words could be spoken between them and Kurt didn't understand why. They were friends, not enemies, and contrary to popular belief Kurt and Blaine didn't hate each other. They had heated arguments every now and again; probably a lot more often than they should, but they were always resolved. The current silence didn't really have a purpose. Kurt was lost for words and any that he had thought of in his head wouldn't translate from his brain to his tongue. He was stuck, and it was only when he felt Blaine's eyes looking into his that he felt as though his heart would stop from how much pain the younger boy reflected in his gaze.

"You slept with him… didn't you?" Blaine asked with a soft crack to his vocals.

Kurt's features softened, his eyes watering with tears even though he was determined to keep himself together. He wasn't going to let Blaine see him cry. He wasn't going to let Blaine guilt trip him.

"He's my boyfriend, Blaine."

Kurt could see his friend's jaw tighten at the phrase. He watched Blaine fold his arms tightly over his chest and look down to the floor with what seemed like a sense of defeat.

"Why'd you do it?"

Blaine's voice was strong again, almost as if he was having a normal conversation but Kurt could see right through the music student's act. He could pick up on when Blaine's voice broke or shook, when it was tense, he could see the anger in the tanned boy's veins even without seeing the harsh glare that was currently aimed at the laminate floor.

"Because I-"

"Don't tell me that you love him," Blaine retorted almost instantly, looking Kurt right in the eye. "You can't tell me that you love him when the only reason he's even with you is because he knows that he can manipulate you, Kurt. He's been cheating-"

"Enough!"

Kurt Hummel had finally snapped. He could feel his heart pounding into his chest with his own anger, his face heated with a blush caused by the blood boiling within his body.

"Every time you come here it's always about Sebastian, and it's always the same excuse, Blaine! He isn't cheating on me, he's changed since high school – you need to open your eyes! He is a goodperson. Not everyone remains an asshole when they graduate, people grow up!"

Dear God, what was he saying? There was no way Sebastian was cheating; Kurt knew that for a fact. But, why was he shouting at Blaine? Why was he so angry about this? It was because the last thing he needed right now was to feel weak, to feel as though he had to run to Blaine and cry to him; he couldn't. Not after everything they'd been through; Kurt needed to show that he was strong, that he was moving on and it would take some time to get used to, of course it would.

"My relationship with Sebastian has nothing to do with you, and you have nothing to do with me."

Silence.

Kurt waited. He waited for Blaine's reaction to what had just slipped out of his mouth. He hadn't meant to say that. He honestly hadn't, but their relationship had tangled and knotted over time which led to them distancing more and more from each other. Arguments formed out of nowhere and there was so much emotion between them; both good and bad. There were many cracks; broken glass that couldn't be glued together because there would always be a piece missing, no matter how hard they tried to mend everything.

"Do you want me to go?" Blaine asked. Kurt held back his tears as he nodded and curled his legs up onto the couch, eyes completely avoiding eye contact with the former lover. If Blaine didn't leave now, Kurt knew he would shatter in front of him, he knew he'd allow Blaine to see how he was feeling and no, that couldn't happen. "I'll show myself out."

Kurt froze and remained quiet as he saw from the corner of his eye that Blaine was standing up. He moved closer and placed a hand onto Kurt's shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to one of his rose tinted cheeks. Kurt inhaled shakily as Blaine pulled away and felt his heart sink deep into what he could only describe as a black hole. He felt hollow, empty, and he wanted Blaine to turn around and come back, but it was too late. The door closed, leaving the scent of Blaine's cologne floating like a ghost within the room. Blaine had only been there for less than ten minutes and he managed to break Kurt's heart repeatedly. Then there was the kiss. It was just a friendly kiss – but Kurt would've done anything to have more. He could still feel the warmth of Blaine's hand on his shoulder, the softness of his lips against his skin. He wasn't supposed to think like this, not when he was with Sebastian. The young man lay himself down on the couch and started to cry, his sobs echoing throughout the empty apartment.

When Blaine finally returned home, he did the same.