Kurt Hummel is finishing up his third year at NYADA and even lives on the Upper East Side. You could say things were going pretty great for Kurt. He's got a job at the coffee shop down the block from his apartment, and he's been auditioning for plays every week. But things weren't going too great at home. His best friend, Brittany just moved out to move in with her girlfriend Santana. So that means he isn't able to pay rent on time, or at all.

Which is why he is out posting signs looking for a new roommate. If he didn't find one by the end of the month, he would be evicted and have absolutely nowhere to stay.

Things would be so much easier if I had someone with me, Kurt thinks. If only he'd stayed- No Kurt! Stop thinking that right now! He messed up! You're better off without him.

It's been three years since Kurt left Blaine. That day was the worst day of Kurt's life. They were supposed to be in New York together living their dreams with each other. Instead, Kurt left alone. He never looked back. That didn't stop his mind from going back. He always thought about Blaine, and where they would be right now if they stayed together. Some nights he'd cry himself to sleep, thinking about Blaine and that meerkat together.

Having Brittany in his life was a lifesaver. He met Brittany at a dance class he decided to take on a whim. She was the teacher of the group, and stayed after class to talk to her. They hit it off right away and soon became roommates. Now that Britt is gone, he feels lonely. Which is another reason why he is looking for another roommate.

Kurt is in bed sleeping, when all of a sudden, he hears banging on the door. He looks at the time and sees that its midnight. Who the fuck is knocking on my door at this hour?! Kurt thinks.

He looks through the peephole and sees a man standing there, head down, so he can't really get a good look of him. The man bangs on the door again and Kurt jumps back, but now has a furious look in his eyes.

Kurt opens the door, ready to yell at this man for waking him up in the middle of the night. His comment dies in his throat once the man looks up at him.

Kurt can't believe his eyes. The man he never wanted to see again, although always thinks about, is now standing on his doorstep looking at him with pleading eyes. He has a black eye and a busted lip.

What happened to him? Kurt thinks to himself. Wait a minute. Its not my job to know anymore.

“Kurt,” Blaine says brokenly.

But before Blaine can finish, Kurt slams the door in his face.

What is he doing here?! How did he find me?! Oh god, he was hurt. Maybe I should have helped him! What if he's in trouble? Kurt leans against the door and takes a deep breath. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll just leave.

Luck was just not on his side lately. Blaine knocks on the door, and Kurt could hear very faintly, “Kurt, please open the door.”

Kurt is torn. Should he open back up to his past? The truth is, Kurt never really closed that door anyway. So he makes his decision now, before he talks himself out of it. He opens the door, and Blaine jumps back. He is so grateful that Kurt opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Kurt says, trying to sound confident.

“I-I need a p-place to s-stay.” Blaine stutters out.

“Why? What, no family? No boyfriend to take care of you?” Kurt snaps. Blaine winces at the last part of Kurt's question.

“I um… I j-just left h-him actually.” Blaine says.

“Did he cheat on you too, like you did to me? Karma's a bitch you know.” Kurt knows he's being a bit harsh, but he needs to stay strong. Kurt can see how tense Blaine is. Even though his guard is up, he still really wants to know what happened to Blaine.

“N-no, Kurt. I…he…” Blaine is trying to figure out how to tell Kurt what happened to him. Lucky for him, Kurt eases the struggle for him.

“He what? Is he the one that hurt you?” Kurt asks.

Blaine is shaking. He is looking at the ground, trying to hold back his sobs. Kurt can sense this, and does something he might regret.

“Come on in. I'll make us some coffee and we can talk.”

They're sitting on the couch now, Blaine with his eyes to the floor, and Kurt with his eyes on Blaine.

“So do you want to talk about it?” Kurt asks.

“I'm scared.” Blaine whispers.

“Why? Tell me what happened.” Kurt prods.

“He-he h-hit m-me.” Blaine says with a quivering voice. Kurt tries his best not to slide over to Blaine and scoop him up into his arms. “I w-was just p-playing my guitar, a-and he c-came home. He y-yelled a-at me for n-not having dinner m-made. He c-called me w-worthless, and then h-he hit me.” Blaine was full on sobbing now.

Kurt was in rage. How could someone hurt this beautiful, perfect- Kurt stopped his thinking process right there. He reached out his hand, and put it on Blaine's shoulder, trying in some way to comfort him.

After a while, Blaine calmed down and wiped his eyes. “I'm sorry Kurt, this was not how I wanted to look when we first saw each other again. But I really need a place to stay. I saw your flier...” Blaine takes the flier out of his pocket and shows it to Kurt.

“I don't know Blaine. We have history, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to be near you yet.” Kurt says as gently as he can.

“Please Kurt,” Blaine begs. “I'll do anything. Please.”

Kurt seems pensive. He won't let Blaine live here until everything is out in the open. “We have to talk first. I mean really talk.”

“Okay. Anything, Kurt. I mean it.” Blaine says in relief.

“Wait, I have one more question before we talk about anything.” Kurt says.

“Okay, shoot.” Blaine says.

“Um… what was your ex-boyfriend's name?” I need to know who hurt you. Kurt thinks.

“I'm n-not r-really sure that's i-important i-is it?” Blaine seems nervous now.

Now Kurt really wants to know. “Tell me, Blaine.”

“I-it was S-Sebastian.”