"Blaine." Sebastian waved his hand in front of Blaine's eyes. Blaine blinked rapidly and shot himself out of a daze. "Is everything okay? You seem distracted."

Blaine forced half a smile out of the corner of his mouth. He absentmindedly pushed a noodle around his plate with his fork. "I'm sorry. I must be somewhere else."

"Somewhere good, I hope."

"Not really." He put his fork down and looked at Sebastian, forcing another half a smile. "Here is better. I should be concentrating on here."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not particularly. Don't worry. I'm fine. I just had an interesting afternoon immediately after you left the Lima Bean."

"Interesting good or interesting bad?"

"Interesting bad. I'd rather not talk about it. Dates aren't supposed to be depressing." Sebastian didn't answer; he just smiled a little. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant that this date was depressing. I just can't get out of my head. I'm afraid that I won't be much fun for you."

Sebastian looked like he was thinking. He sighed. "We can call it a night if you want. You're not obligated to make tonight work."

"No. It's not you. I swear it's not you. I'm sorry."

Sebastian smiled a small smile again. "It's okay. I'll tell you what. I'll take you home and when you're ready, you can ask me out. We'll try again some other time."

"I feel bad. You're great and I can't stop thinking about this one thing. I promise I was really happy and excited to go out with you."

"You were?"

"Yes!" Blaine reached forward and covered Sebastian's hand with his own. "Do you know how refreshing it is to be around someone who isn't constantly comparing me to someone they once knew? You're so sweet and I really like being around you."

The corner's of Sebastian's lips turned up slightly. "I like being around you too."

Sebastian paid for the check and drove Blaine home. He walked him to the front door of his house.

"Thank you for attempting to have a good night with me," Blaine said. "I'm so sorry this didn't work out the way either of us wanted."

"Well, it's not the most ideal date, I've every had, but I understand why you wanted to end the date early. But on the plus side, our next date can only be better than this one."

Blaine grinned and nodded. "There will be a second date, right? You're not just saying this for my benefit?"

"I really want one, but just so I don't make myself sound needy or easy, let's just pretend I said 'maybe' and remained mysterious."

Blaine chuckled. "Sure."

There was a pause of silence between the two of them, neither one sure of what to do next. Sebastian chewed the bottom corner of his lip then, in one quick motion, swooped forward and pecked Blaine on the cheek.

Blaine blushed. "What was that for?"

"Just-you know- for being you and I didn't know how else to segue into a good night."

Blaine smiled and let out a audible breath through his nose. "Good night, Sebastian."

"Good night, Blaine." They both smiled once more and went their separate ways.

"Blaine?" Beth called out.

"Yeah. It's me, Mom."

"You're home early."

"I was really tired," he lied. "You know. It was a long day. I think, maybe, that medication the psychiatrist gave me makes me sleepy."

"Oh. Okay. How did it go? Your date."

"Good. I feel bad because I cut it short, but Sebastian was nice about it. I'm probably going to ask him out for a second date."

"I see."

Blaine licked his lips and rocked back on his heels, sensing something was wrong. "You thought he was nice, right? When he picked me up?"

"Oh yeah. He seems like a nice boy. Handsome too."

Blaine still sensed that his father wasn't being completely honest. He replied slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, he is." There was a small silence between them when Blaine finally sat down with his father. "So, did mom talk to you about school?"

"She did. You visited McKinley today. You and Kurt had some words, I heard."

"Yes, but that's not what I mean. Did she talk to you about Dalton?"

Henry tucked in his lips and his facial expression changed, like now he decided to be completely honest. "She did."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well what did you two talk about?"

"You're not going back to Dalton. We moved here so you could go to McKinley. You have one semester left before you graduate; you're staying at McKinley."

"But… I want to go to Dalton. I'm comfortable there. The students don't freak out when the see me."

"Blaine, you were in a hallway with a bunch of teens at McKinley. When you went to Dalton, you were in a room of six or so boys that either knew you personally, or were just meeting you for the first time. I wouldn't call that equal playing fields to compare. What do you think is going to happen when you go to Dalton and the rest of the Warblers see you? Those boys are a rambunctious bunch and they'll be way more excited to crowd you than just some kids who know who you are in a hallway."

"But that's where I want to go."

"Do you know how much money Dalton costs? Do you really think you're ready to go from studying in your room, to a full fledged school schedule? McKinley is at least willing to work with you and ease you in, a couple classes at a time. Dalton won't do that."

"But-"

"No, Blaine. You're not going to Dalton. You're welcome to visit there all you want, but you're staying at McKinley. If what happened to you, happened to me, I wouldn't be able to say 'you know, I would feel more comfortable working for this firm instead of the one I already work for.' No. That's not how it works. You stay with what you have and work at it."

Blaine huffed, not saying another word, and walked up to his room. A half hour later, he thought he heard yelling and he popped himself out into the hallway and listened form the top of the stairs. He was right, his parents were arguing.

"I just don't understand, Henry," Beth stated. "Why wouldn't we want to make him more comfortable?"

"Because that's not the way the world works. I can't believe you want to let him go back there."

"It's not that I want him back at Dalton. It's that I want to help my son."

"Don't you think I want the same thing? Beth, you know who's still at that school."

"Still, Henry? We're still going back to that boy?"

"James is poison and I'm not impressed with how the school handled that entire debacle. Dalton may be my alma matter, but I no longer support that school. I do not want my son anywhere near that kid."

"So this is what it's all about? It's not that you want to ease Blaine into school with something that would make him comfortable, but it's that you don't want him near one boy?"

"Why don't you feel the same way? You know what he did! You saw what it did to Blaine. To our family! Yet, you forget about it like you were the one with amnesia. Do you not feel anything about that whole thing? He has one semester left, he can suck it up and be uncomfortable for a few months, then he'll graduate and we can go from there. But until then, I am not footing the bill so that piece of shit teen can weasel his way back into our kid's life."

Blaine slowly and quietly backed himself into his room. He understood now. Blaine hadn't even thought about James. He hadn't given it one thought. Even after listening to his father rant to Kurt about James. The only thing Blaine saw by going to that school, was a chance to not have to see Kurt. He couldn't handle having to see Kurt everyday and not feeling completely helpless. "I have to move on," Blaine said to himself. "I have to keep moving forward and not get stuck somewhere between past and present." Blaine suddenly had a new understanding for what his father does for him. He was sad that he wasn't going to be at Dalton, but at least, now, he could respect his father's decision. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to Sebastian.

B- You said, when I was ready, I could ask you out this time… Do you want to have a lazy day tomorrow with me?

His phone started ringing immediately. "I can't text because I'm driving, but do you mean it? You want to spend the day together tomorrow?" Blaine could hear the smile in Sebastian's voice.

"Yes. I'm sorry about tonight and I want to make it up to you. I like you."

"I like you too."

"So, is that a yes? We can spend the day doing nothing?"

"That sounds fantastic."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then."

Two hours after Blaine had made plans with Sebastian, he was wiped from the days events and was in a deep sleep.

......Dream......

"Blaine, can I talk to you?"

Blaine looked up at him with an expression that could only be described as an arrogant 'why?' "Sure."

Kurt looked nervous and very confused. He walked Blaine over to an empty corner of the choir room. "Are you okay? You're acting strangely."

"I'm fine. A little stressed maybe, but otherwise I'm fine." He said it like there really was nothing wrong. He was acting carefree, but to Kurt, there seemed like there was a disconnect.

"Is there anything I can do to help with your stress?"

Blaine licked his lips and rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was thinking. "Uh, yeah. I think there's something you can do."

"Great. Anything. What can I do for you?"

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, his face holding what looked like a resolved face, a stone cold, serious expression. "You can stay away from me."

It took Kurt a few seconds to register what he was hearing. "What?" he asked for clarification. His eyes narrowing and his brow furrowed.

"You can stay away from me," Blaine repeated. "And if you want something else to do, you could stop calling me too."

Kurt stared at Blaine's face searching for any sign that this whole thing was a cruel joke that they'd be fighting about in five minutes. The corner of Blaine's mouth twitched slightly in an odd moment, but there was nothing else to Blaine's expression. He was serious. He was emotionless and matter-of-fact.

The tears weren't coming yet, but Kurt could feel them. "W-Why?" His voice was soft.

"I've been spending a lot of time wondering about a lot of things: Why do I miss out on a lot of things with my friends? Why does my father hate me? Why am I always so tired and just barely getting things done at the last minute? There's only one common denominator: you. I've gotten in more fights because of you than any other reason in my life. More recently, I spend more time in classes texting you than paying attention. It would only have been a matter of time before my grades started slipping. I've become so soft being under your spell that it's exhausting. This relationship is all about you and I need to spend sometime with me."

"I don't understand. We were so happy this weekend. You told me you loved me. You said it yesterday! And now you're…" He couldn't say the words.

Blaine filled in the blanks. "Breaking up with you." His mouth twitched again before his face went back to emotionless.

"But we love each other. I love you." He was becoming angry. He wasn't understanding any part of what Blaine was saying.

Blaine's face finally showed a crack. He flatted his lips and made his jaw crooked. There was a pause, for what Kurt didn't know, before Blaine straightened his jaw out again and spoke. "I don't care."

"You don't care? But we… you and I… what we did…"

In a cool tone, almost happy, Blaine said, "Yeah, thanks for that. It was nice." Kurt wanted to slap him. "Come on. Who are we kidding? Kurt we're seventeen years old. Graduation is going to come and we're going to ride off into the sunset?"

The tall, slender boy gulped, trying to keep his body from shaking. He didn't know what to say. He was speechless. "It was fun while it lasted," Blaine concluded. When Kurt didn't respond, Blaine turned and started to walk to the door.

"Hey!" Kurt yelled, running back up to him. He had moved on to being furious. Blaine looked back to him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn't who you are. Talk to me! Even if you don't want to be with me, you still owe me the truth." There was silence in the choir room. The remaining room of people had turned their attention to the two boys having a shouting match.

Blaine stayed silent, he was caught off guard. "Even if those reasons are true, this isn't my fault and you know it. Those are your problems and to blame me is the most cowardly thing you could ever do. You made your choices. And don't you DARE dismiss what we did as nothing more than fun. It was so much more. It ran deeper. I did nothing to deserve this and you're an asshole for thinking otherwise."

"What do you want from me?" Blaine's stone cold austere was beginning to falter.

"The truth."

Blaine took a deep breath and looked away before boring his eyes into Kurt's. "The truth is that I don't want you to look at me, to come near me, or speak to me. I don't want anything to do with you past this concert. As of right now, we're done."

"Blaine!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm as he tried to walk away.

"Stay away from me!" Blaine took his arm back and stormed out of the room, leaving Kurt standing among the open mouthed New Directions and Warbler members.

Blaine sat up immediately, jolted awake from his sleep. His heart was pounding. What was this? There was something different about this dream. He'd been dreaming a lot about Kurt these days, but this one seemed so real. The things he said to Kurt; How could I be so mean? he thought. Then his heart sank and he remembered something. I was that mean. Today. He recalled the conversation in the hallway that afternoon.

"Blaine, that's not true. I only did those things-"

Blaine cut Kurt off. "Just stop. Stop talking and stop calling. I need time and space, so just stay away from me."

He palmed his face with his hands. "I'm an asshole." Blaine collapsed back onto his bed and tried to sleep, but long into the morning hours he remained awake, dissecting his dream. What did it mean?

"Why would we ride off into the sunset?" Then it hit him. "Kurt said: even if you don't want to be with me." And Dream Blaine blatantly, clear as day, said that he was breaking up with Kurt. "In my dream, we were together. Relationship together. I was his boyfriend and I was breaking up with him. Why would I do that? I was so cold."

The more he thought the more confused he got because he was trying to piece a story together. It felt so real. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something familiar about what went on in the dream. He felt his nightstand radiating heat like it was calling out to him. He turned his head, knowing the journal was in there. "This is ridiculous. It was a dream." He started fidgeting with his fingers and finally caved. He had to know. He sat up, turned his bedside lamp on and grabbed the journal out from the desk. Don't read too much. Just find what you need and close it. Blaine flipped quickly through the pages, looking for words like "concert" and "break-up." He knew that if there was a concert to be found in his journal, the event happened sometime before it. Then he remembered something. He jumped from bed and went over to his desk. He grabbed the photo album Tina brought him and started flipping through the pages. He vaguely remembered her talking about a benefit concert that Dalton and McKinley did together and it was a big deal. He went through the book and finally found a picture with a date underneath it.

Blaine dropped the book and went back to his bed and turned to the part in the book with that date.

Dear Journal,

The Benefit concert was today. It was by far, the most amazing-

Blaine stopped reading. "Nope. It's before this." He scanned the pages before that date, not retaining the information because he was looking for key words and not really reading. He didn't want to know what was in the pages. He'd only hesitate for half a second every time he came across "Kurt," which was a lot.

Then he found it.

It's over. I had him and I tossed him aside. Why couldn't I be stronger? I could have beaten this. We could have been together. We could have stayed together. I was so mean. I took what we had together and told him that it was "fun." As if "fun" could possibly sum up or describe what we had. I crushed him. I can't get his face out of my head. Kurt called me a coward. He's right. I am a coward. He loved me and I stomped on his heart. Worse. I shattered it. I could see it in his face. I told him to stay away from me. I told him not to even look at me. He deserves so much more than me. He deserves better.

Blaine stopped reading. It was true. He shut the journal. "Why didn't he tell me?" His heart sank further and he carded a hand through his hair. "We were together once." He thought back to his dream. But we love each other. I love you. Dream Kurt had said it, but it was his voice nonetheless. I love you.What Blaine would have given to hear that now.

Was that what this was? Love? Did Blaine love Kurt? Or was it merely friendship and gratitude? "I told him I needed him. I wasn't lying." Images of his dreams from the past week flitted through his mind. Ones where Kurt was holding peach roses, ones where Blaine was crying and Kurt was singing him to sleep, ones where they were covered in paint and laughing. Always Kurt. Kurt in a silly raincoat as he watered flowers in a garden. Kurt smiling, Kurt crying, Kurt throwing a child-like tantrum, Kurt cuddling against a gigantic stuffed puppy. Kurt hitting Blaine's nose with ice cream and then licking it off. Could these all be real? Or were they fantasies? Last Sunday night, the night that started everything, Blaine recalled his dream from that night. Only this time he remembered the first half of the dream, before they took their clothes off.

"I know he doesn't know it yet, but he loves you too."

"He?" Kurt asked.

"Me. The new me. He'll figure it out soon. That's why he yells at you so much. He's confused, frustrated, and a little lost half of the time, but mostly there's a part of him that hates what he's doing to you because he knows you would rather be with me than him. So he gets moody really quickly and snaps at you."

"I love you both."

"I know you do. He knows it too."

"Does he really love me?"

"Of course he does!" Blaine scooted up to he knees and faced Kurt completely. "Kurt, he and I may have different personalities, but we're still the same person. Memories or not, you're still my soul mate. It's you and me forever. You're free to leave me whenever you want, but I'll always be yours."

"What does this all mean?" Blaine cried out. I'll always be yours. Blaine now knew that at one point Kurt and Blaine were together and he tore Kurt's heart out. "Why would he be here for me after I did that? And he has a boyfriend! No wonder he never wants to talk about anything. I'm torturing him and I didn't even know it." Blaine groaned, feeling the tears well in his eyes. He slapped himself in the face. "I let him sit here everyday for almost two months and I yelled at him, for what? I was the selfish one. I'm so stupid."

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Blaine sniffled and held his breath. "Blaine?" The door slowly creaked open. Henry's face appeared between the door and the frame.

"Dad?" Blaine sniffled again.

Henry saw Blaine's face. "Blaine, what's wrong? I couldn't sleep and when I walked passed your door I could hear you talking to yourself."

"Dad, I messed up."

Henry closed the door and sat down on the bed next to Blaine. "What happened? It couldn't have been that bad."

"No. It's bad, Dad. It's Kurt I- I keep hurting him. I can't help it. I don't want to and I don't mean to, but I keep doing it. I don't want to hurt him anymore, Dad."

"What are you talking about, Son? Kurt l- is your friend." Henry caught himself and corrected immediately.

"That's just it. He's my friend. He wasn't always, was he?"

Henry swallowed hard. "How do you know that?"

Blaine reached down and picked up the journal. "I found this on Sunday and I've only read little pieces, but everything I read and everything I do now… I'm a bad person."

"Blaine, stop right there. You're not a bad person."

"Then why do I keep hurting Kurt? He's so selfless and kind and never asks for anything in return, yet he keeps coming back after I continuously torture him?"

"He understands, Blaine. He doesn't blame you. He knows how hard this is for you and he wants to help."

"WHY?"

"Why wouldn't he? He means so much to you."

"Dad, I broke his heart. I busted it open and spat in it many times over."

"I don't know what to tell you. I wouldn't cry about having a friend like that. I'd realize what I was doing and change it."

"I don't know if I can."

"I'm sure you could."

"Dad, everything I do… I don't want to hurt him anymore. I don't want to hurt him ever again."

"Then what do you think you should do?"

"I can't hurt him if I stay away from him."

"Is that what you really want?"

"No. But he's done so much for me. I need to do this for him. He deserves better."

"How do you know that's what he wants? Clearly all he's wanted this week was to talk to you."

"He'll keep coming back, Dad. He'll keep coming and I'll keep hurting him. And he has such a big heart that he'll come back for more. He doesn't need this. I need to keep away."