Blaine wants Kurt to try to relax so he tells Kurt that he is going to pick out a Disney movie for them to watch while they lay down .He goes down the hall to the restroom before picking out a movie.

Kurt can't take it he walks to the restroom door and talks to Blaine through it. "Blaine, I'm going downstairs to check the mail. I might be down there a while too because Mercedes wants me to call her." Kurt said tiredly.

"Alright, I'll be waiting up here." Blaine replies.

Kurt waked to his room quickly and reached under his bed and grabbed his cigarettes before practically jogging down the stairs. Once he was outside he opened the pack of menthols and fished one out along with his lighter he kept in the pack so Blaine didn't accidentally find it. He felt like a sixteen-year-old trying to hide smoking from his parent's. But it really wasn't worth the fight with Blaine though. Blaine was a health nut and he would flip if he knew. He stuck the cigarette between his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply. He felt his body sag as he exhaled, the nicotine calming his every nerve. He leaned against the brick wall and closed his eyes, taking slow drags.

Blaine goes to pick out a movie when his phone starts ringing. It was Carole. Blaine answers, "Hello?" "Hey Sweetie, Is Kurt around? I called him but it keeps going to voice mail," Carole says. She sounds kind of worried. Maybe just anxious that Burt is on his way home. "He's downstairs checking the mail, I can get him for you," Blaine replies. "That would be great, thanks Blaine." Blaine hurries downstairs to give Kurt his phone. When Blaine sees Kurt, he freezes. "Kurt?!" Kurt is shocked and tries to hide the fact that he's smoking. But it’s too late. "Carol is on the phone. She wants to talk to you." Blaine says, giving the phone to Kurt and walks to his car.

"Blaine!" Kurt calls after him. He throws his cigarette down and puts the phone to his ear as he quickly jogs after Blaine. "Carole, I'm really, really sorry , But I have to call you back." Kurt says hastily. "Okay Kur-" But he had already hung up and shoved Blaine's cell phone into his pocket. "Blaine" Kurt calls, catching up to him a bit, "Blaine stop!"

"I can't do this, Kurt." Blaine turns to climb into his car.

"Blaine please don't...” Kurt says standing by Blaine's window.

"I'm not the one doing anything." Blaine says harshly, speeding off and completely forgetting about his phone.

Kurt stood in the road, staring at Blaine's car as he sped off. Tears filling his eyes. he looked down in his hands to see the pack of cigarettes. He stared at them for a moment before tossing them into the nearest trashcan. He dashed upstairs and sat on his bed. tears slipping down his cheeks as he sobbed silently. He knew it wasn't anyone's fault but his own. He pulled out his phone and hit the only other number he had on speed dial. Mercedes.

Blaine is so upset. He just can’t believe that Kurt would lie to him like this. He figures Kurt will follow him to his apartment so that's the last place Blaine wants to go. He remembers the three apartments they were supposed to look at. Blaine decides to go to his favorite one of the three. He just wants to be alone. He looks around for his phone so he can get the address for his GPS. But then he realizes that Kurt has it. Ugh. Well, He knows about where it is so he will just drive until he finds it.

[Kurt and Mercedes]
Kurt Was shaking, the thing is, he stopped crying, his eyes stung and his breathing was uneven as he heard Mercedes answer the phone.
"Hey Boo. What's going on?"
"I fucked up Mercedes..." Kurt said, as the tears suddenly came again. as if him speaking again triggered it. "Blaine left..He left and I- I have his phone be-because he left it and I… Idon'tknowwhattodo…" Kurt sobbed breaking down.
Mercedes starts to get worried. "Whoa, calm down. What happened? Why would he just leave?"

Kurt tried to control his breathing. "Because...Because he caught me smoking, and he's so against anything that would be remotely bad for your health and I lied to him about it and I hid it from him and he saw me and he just left and I- I just can't Mercedes.." Kurt said shakily.

"When the hell did this happen? Kurt! Not only does it mess with your health, but it screws with your voice! I'm sorry, babe, and I love you but Blaine's right..." Mercedes feels bad for Kurt. But she knows he is in the wrong.

Kurt is a little shocked at Mercedes, but deep down he knows she's right. "I know and I still did it.. It just.. It calmed me down you know? It just made the emotional stress of the day go away and I just felt more relaxed afterwards.." he sniffed. He felt disgusted at himself for feeling like he needed one now.

“I don't know what to tell you, boo. But if I were you, I'd find him and talk to him. That boy loves you. Make it right, Kurt. And good luck. Let me know how it goes. I love you.

“I love you too." Kurt said hanging up and staring at his phone. How was he supposed to know where Blaine was? The first place to try would be his apartment. Kurt stood up and quickly jogged down the stairs to his car and sped off.

It takes a little longer than he thinks, but Blaine finally finds the apartment he was looking for. He walks up to the one he visited yesterday and walks in. Blaine walks to the full-length window in living room. The one that leads to the balcony. He sits and looks at the beautiful view. Then it sinks in. Kurt should be here. But he lied to Blaine. He completely breaks down, wrapping his arms around his knees.

Kurt arrives at Blaine's apartment and presses the elevator button rapidly before getting inside and hitting Blaine's floor number. When the elevator finally reaches Blaine's floor Kurt dashes out of the elevator to Blaine's door. He starts knocking furiously. "Blaine?!" Kurt yells through the door. "Blaine please open the door." Kurt says knocking again. He keeps this up for a bit before he hears a raspy voice behind him. "Are you looking for that hot young thing with the amazing eyebrows?" Kurt turns around to see a little old woman that came up to about his chest with curlers in her hair and 10 pounds of makeup on her face. "He's not here…" She said as she took a drag off of her cigarette and wheezed roughly. Oh yeah, Kurt was sure he was never smoking again.

Blaine wants someone to hold him. Someone to tell him it will all be okay. But the only one he wants is the reason he is here on the balcony crying his eyes out. He doesn't know why this has happened. He wants to know what he did for him to deserve this. He wants to call David. But Blaine's phone is still with Kurt. Blaine hugs himself tighter. He just wants to disappear.

Kurt examined the odd old woman. "How do you know?" Kurt asked cocking his head. "Son, do you really think I have better things to do with my time than watch that boy?" She said laughing and retching a bit at the end. "Thank you..." Kurt said politely before striding down the hall quickly. When he reached his car he sat in the driver’s seat staring at the windshield. Where could he be? Kurt thought. He put his hands in his pockets and sighed, tears slipping down his cheeks. His fingers brushed against cold metal and his eyes shot open. That was it. Blaine's phone.

Blaine doesn't know how long he has been laying here like this. But it all just seems to be too much. He lets himself fall into a sleep.

Kurt quickly snatches Blaine's phone out of his pocket and looks at his GPS, examining the last address he went to. And sped off, setting Blaine's phone on the dashboard and listening to the directions intently before pulling into an apartment complex thirty minutes later. Kurt walks around until he sees a light shining from one of the balconies and he ran over. He saw a figure with a curly mop of hair sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall and tries to remember the position and floor of the window before dashing inside and taking the elevator to the third floor. and running down six rooms. He stood in front of the door panting heavily. He was a mess and his hair stuck to his forehead from running everywhere. But this, this seemed more exerting than anything he had done that night. He reached out his hand slowly, reaching for the doorknob and wrapped his fingers around the cold metal. And started turning slowly. The door opened and Kurt sighed in relief as he saw no furniture inside. He ran to the open glass doors and saw Blaine leaning against the wall asleep, his cheeks tear streaked and his face flushed. Kurt got on his knees and sat in front of Blaine. He didn't know when he started crying but he felt the tears sliding down his face as he brushed a few curls away from Blaine's face.

Blaine stirs at the touch. He opens his eyes and sees Kurt crying in front of him. He thinks he is dreaming. Blaine is so confused. This feels so real. But how could Kurt know how to get here?

"Blaine…" Kurt sighed as he saw the love of his life open his eyes."Blaine I'm so sorry…" Kurt said Holding Blaine's face in his hands and he started crying again. "So sorry…" Kurt said looking at the ground between them.

"I don't understand. I mean, you know I don't agree with smoking. But, like, that's not even the part that upsets me. You lied to me. You fucking lied, Kurt." Blaine says, trying to stay calm, but the tears are stinging his eyes as he tries to hold them back.

"I know Blaine, but I was too scared to tell you because I was afraid of this." Kurt said making a gesture with his hands. He flinched as Blaine pulled his hands away from his face. "I'm sorry Blaine..." Kurt whispered.

Blaine just wants to run. It's too hard to be here, fighting with Kurt. "Kurt, do you not remember all the shit we have been through? Everything we had to deal with in high school? Do you really think I would've left you or something over the fact that you all of a sudden started smoking? I fucking love you, Kurt. We talked about marriage last night. But tell me this, how am I supposed to believe a thing you say after this?" Blaine crumbles as he finishes his question.
"Blaine I-...I..." Kurt didn't know how to answer him. That was the ONLY think Kurt had /ever/ lied to him about. But that doesn't justify the fact that it happened. Kurt just sat there with his mouth slightly open.
Blaine sighs. "Look Kurt, I really don't want to fight. But it hurts that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."

"Blaine, it's not that I didn't trust you...I Just didn't know how you would react and I was scared because I started before you told me how you felt about it. I didn't want to quit but I didn't want you to be angry with me either so... I panicked, thinking that lying to you would be the best thing to do…" Kurt said wrapping his arms around himself and looking at the ground.
"Lying is never the right thing to do Kurt. Especially when it’s to someone that you love. Kurt, I love you. So much. And no, I'm not a fan of smoking. But I can't tell you what you can or cannot do. There's going to be things we each do that the other doesn't agree with. But if you love someone, you deal with it. You get past it. I wouldn't throw away the person I want to spend the rest of my life with just because they smoke." Blaine tried to explain.

"I know that now Blaine..." Kurt said staring into Blaine's eyes. "I swear nothing like this will ever happen again." Kurt said grabbing both of Blaine's hands.

Blaine doesn't know what to say. "I'm really tired of talking about this. Can we talk about later on tonight, please? I promise we will settle it tonight. We just have other stuff to talk about now."

"Like what?" Kurt said dropping Blaine's hands.

He wipes the last tears from his eyes. "Well...What do you think...?” Blaine motions towards the inside of the apartment.

Kurt looked through the large window at the gorgeous spacious living room. "I think it's perfect." Kurt said, tearing up more at the room Kurt and Blaine could possibly be sharing their life together in.

"This was my favorite. Did you want to go in and look?" Blaine asks, trying to just relax for a bit.

Kurt nodded and stood up, holding out a hand to Blaine to help Blaine stand.

Blaine put his hand in Kurt's and stood up. He showed him the living room, dining room, kitchen, spare bedroom, bathroom, master bedroom and master bathroom. "Can you see us living here?"

Kurt could. He could see him and Blaine cooking in the kitchen, cuddling in the living room watching Disney movies, waking up together in the master bedroom. "I can...” Kurt said, fumbling with his hands. "It's perfect..." He sighed.

"Did you want to see the other two? Or is this the one you want?" Blaine asks, yawning.

"This is the first one I came to…other than your apartment…Apparently you have a peeping Tom…" Kurt said chuckling lightly. "But I don't need to see any other apartments..." Kurt said walking into the middle of the living room and staring out of the window. "I've fallen in love with this view..." He sighed.

"Yeah, she never stops. I'm glad you like it here. But can we just go back to your place? I really had my heart set on watching The Lion King. I really want to just lie down and be held. If you don't mind, that is." Blaine says, really tired from this exhausting day.

Kurt turned around and smiled at Blaine. "Of course…" He said, walking up to Blaine and hugging him tightly. "I love you..." Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.

Blaine placed his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I love you too," he said softly. "Can we get some food on the way? Then just cuddle up in your bed?"

Kurt smiled and Blaine nuzzled into his neck like a puppy. "Yes Blaine..." Kurt said smiling. Blaine looked up at Kurt, those hazel eyes shining in the light of the dim light. "Kurt…" Blaine whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Kurt gasped as he looked down at Blaine and nodded slightly and slowly Blaine brought their lips together in a slow passionate kiss. The earlier conflict seemingly forgotten. There was something about the kiss you share with someone after thinking you would lose them forever. That magic that makes all of that weight on your heart drift away. Kurt was positive he wanted to marry this man.

When they got back to the apartment Kurt had picked up some Chinese food. They were cuddling on the couch feeding each other pieces of sweet and sour chicken with chopsticks and watching the lion King. "Blaine. I want it to be like this forever." Kurt whispered against Blaine's hair. "Me too, Kurt." Blaine said leaning up to kiss his boyfriend gently. They fell asleep in each other's arms lather that night. Just the way they were meant to.