Kurt was nervous; he couldnt stop thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. He couldnt remember if his flat was clean, what if Blaine hated it and left? What if Blaine realised that he was a loser and laughed at him? He didnt know if he could handle that.

They were nearing his flat and he pushed all of those thoughts out of his head, there was no need to think so negatively at this point.

He didnt know who Blaine had been talking to on the phone but as Blaines phone didnt stop ringing, he guessed he Blaine would get in trouble for not answering.

They reached flat as Blaine took his phone out of his pocket as it rang for the tenth time.

"Maybe you should answer it?" He suggested.

"No its fine, sorry Ill put it on silent," Blaine gave him a small smile that made his heart jump. He couldnt get his head around the fact that Blaine Anderson asked him to hang out with him and now he was showing him back to his flat.

"Are you going to get into trouble?" He asked a little concerned.

Blaine let out a short laugh. "Probably," Blaine answered.

"I dont want to be responsible for getting you into trouble Blaine," he replied as he unlocked the door to his flat and led Blaine into the living room.

"Youre not going to be responsible, Ill be responsible Im the one that isnt picking up the phone, " Blaine said as he took a look around his flat. "I love your place," Blaine continued obviously avoiding that conversation.

He ignored it and let a smile break out on his face. "Its not much, but its home," he said moving to sit on the sofa, Blaine followed sitting next to him.

"Its awesome, Ive always wanted a place like this," Blaine said and his mouth dropped open shocked.

"You have?" He said turning his nose up as he looked around his small cramped flat.

Blaine laughed again. "Yeah, its cute and homely; I have no need for a big house, though a lot of the time I never really have a choice".

He frowned not knowing what he meant by that, but he didnt want to pressure it out of him.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said wanting to get the one question that had been on his mind.

"Of course," Blaine said leaning back into the sofa.

"Why did you want to spend time with me?" He asked slightly scared of the answer but it would keep nagging at him unless he asked it.

"I dont know, I like you, youre nice," Blaine replied.

He nodded before standing up.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" He asked a little disappointed, not feeling like Blaine was giving him straight answers.

"Waters fine," Blaine smiled looking to the floor.

He turned walking towards the kitchen leaving Blaine on the couch.

…

He almost face palmed, what kind of an answer what that? He could see the disappointment in Kurts eyes as he walked away and into the kitchen.

He took off his hood and ran a hand through his curls. This was harder than he thought it was going to be, he wasnt lying, he liked Kurt but it was hard to explain why he did to someone who didnt really understand his life.

He hardly knew Kurt but he trusted him, he felt the urge to tell him things that he didnt tell anyone, but he couldnt. He was so used to keeping things to himself that he was almost scared that Kurt would turn on him.

Kurt walked back into the living room with two cups of water in his hands, putting them down carefully on the small brown oak table that sat in front of the sofa.

"There you go," Kurt smiled as he walked around the table before sitting back next to him.

"Thanks," he replied picking the cup up and talking a sip before placing it back on the table.

"So do you think you will ever tour here?" Kurt said and he looked at him.

"Yeah, I would like to" he smiled. "Were doing a gig in Westerville this tour, why dont you come along?" He asked.

Kurt looked to the floor. "Blaine, I cant afford to get to Westerville on its own let alone buy a ticket to the gig, Ill come see you one day though," Kurt had a glint in his eyes that made him want to melt.

"Ill buy you a ticket and get you transport if you want to go," he said desperate for this not to be the last time that he saw the boy.

"Blaine, I cant let you do that," Kurt said looking to the floor.

He was about to argue when there was a loud knock on the door and his head shot up.

"Do you know who that might be?" He asked starting to shift uncomfortably.

Kurt shook his head. "I dont get many visitors," Kurt replied standing to go and answer it.

He felt like a runaway that was being hunted down by the police. He stayed where he was as Kurt walked to answer it.

He saw a pad of paper and a pen on the table and grabbed it rushing to write his number on it before ripping the paper off.

He heard the front door open and then the voice of his manager fly angrily through the flat.

He walked to the front door. "Im coming," he said as he saw a frightened Kurt trying to handle Steves wrath.

"You better be," Steve muttered, he had his arms crossed and John was standing not far behind him.

"How the hell did you even find me anyway?" He said but he paused his hand going to his pocket. "You traced my phone? Can you legally even do that?" He said outraged. It wasnt like he wasnt going to go back.

"Doesnt matter, come on were leaving, we had the meeting without you and were starting the tour early. We added a couple extra places and put the tickets on sale this afternoon and guess what? Sold out," Steve had the biggest smile on his face.

He frowned. "I thought the meeting was tomorrow?"

"We moved it to today but you went walkies and I told you to come back but you hung up on me, when you do that youre not involved in decisions Blaine," Steve said turning to Kurt. "And whos this?" Steve continued.

"Just a friend of mine," he answered but he could tell by Steves face that he wasnt buying it.

He turned to Kurt who was standing there awkwardly looking at the ground.

"Im sorry," he whispered handing him the piece of paper with his number on it.

He gave Kurt one last smile before he followed Steve up the pathway, he felt like an idiot, he knew that Steve would give him trouble if he pissed him off but he did it anyway.

"The tur bus is just around the corner," Steve said and he stopped.

"Did you pack my stuff?" He asked.

"John did, lets go; your first gig is tomorrow," Steve said excited though he could see that he was angry at him in his eyes.

He turned and looked towards Kurts house; he was still standing there with his arms crossed leaning on the door frame. He looked to the floor before carrying on towards the tour bus knowing that he was going to see Kurt again at some point.