And then it hits him.

He and Blaine—

Kurt and Blaine were making out last night.

He made Blaine come in his pants and—

Kurt shifts a little. Oh, gross.

Now he really feels nauseous because—what if Blaine only kissed him because he was drunk? What if Blaine was so drunk he doesn't even remember? Or worse, what if he regrets it?

Blaine isn't in the room and that makes Kurt really, really nervous. What's the proper etiquette for stuff like this? Kurt never does this. He has more respect for himself—But Blaine isn't just anyone Blaine is Blaine. His best friend. The kindest most caring person Kurt has ever met. So, maybe last night did mean something.

But, what if Blaine thinks that Kurt is some whore who just throws himself around? What if he thinks that Kurt only did this because he knows that Blaine is gay and he just wants someone to help him get off?

Suddenly, Kurt feels embarrassed and ashamed.

"Hey, you're awake," Kurt hears Blaine say softly from the door.

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Kurt looks up from where he's staring at the bed sheets. He presses his lips together for a few moments before nodding and saying, "Yeah." The air between them is tense and awkward. They say nothing to eachother as Kurt gets out of bed, grimacing a little at the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. He just wants to get back to his apartment so he can shower and lay in bed for the rest of the day. He might end up calling Rachel and complaining about how terribly he's messed up his relationship with Blaine. They had a perfect friendship and now it feels like there's this wedge between them.

"I should probably get going," Kurt says when he steps into the living room to gather his coat from the floor where he dropped it last night and his phone. "My room mate probably thinks I died on the drive here."

"I…" Blaine says slowly. "Ok," he finally says after a short pause. "Sure. I'll see you, then…"

Kurt just nods, his heart sinking and shattering in his chest as he steps through the door.

Kurt feels disgusting. He feels used. His first meeting with his room mate is awkward and terrible. Kurt tries not to let it bother him too much, though. It's not like he's going to be living with the guy very long, anyway.

Kurt got his acceptance letter for he Fashion Institute of Technology, but he was accepted into the summer term. So, he has to wait one more semester before he can move to New York.

So Kurt is stuck in Ohio for another five months. It feels so much more miserable now that he completely ruined his relationship with Blaine.

It's been three days and Blaine hasn't texted him or called him. On the fourth day, Kurt sees Blaine across the mall at the coffee shop. He catches the curly haired boy's eye for a moment and Blaine smiles slightly before going back to helping a customer. Kurt's stomach sinks pitifully.

The next time Kurt sees Blaine is on the eighth day, again, at work. This time, Blaine doesn't look his way. Not once. Kurt wonders if this is the end. He wonders if they're no longer friends. After everything that they've shared. After Kurt helped Blaine come out to his parents. Maybe Blaine decided he wasn't gay and Kurt helped him. Maybe he seemed to be enjoying himself that night because he was drunk. Maybe he woke up that morning feeling dirty and used.

On the fifteenth day, Kurt decides that he can't take it anymore. He feels angry. He feels used by Blaine. He feels betrayed by the one boy he thought he could trust.

The moment he gets out of work, Kurt stomps over to the coffee shop, stepping up to the counter, eyes trained on Blaine who's laughing with one of his co-workers, completely oblivious to the very angry very bitchy Kurt at the counter. The girl standing next to Blaine notices him first, blinking in Kurt's direction and muttering an, "Um, Blaine?" to which Blaine turns his head, still smiling. When he sees Kurt, though, that smile fades.

"What the hell is your problem, Blaine Anderson?" Kurt nearly growls.

"My—What?" Blaine breathes, eyes wide.

"You haven't acknowledged my existence in two and a half weeks!"

Blaine turns his eyes back to the girl next to him. "I—Sorry. Excuse me," he says hurriedly as he yanks his apron and hat off, stepping out from behind the bar, Kurt following him.

"What the hell are you talking about, Kurt?" Blaine says hurriedly, a bit of anger rising in his voice. His eyes are burning. The only other time Kurt has seen that look in Blaine's eyes is that night he practically yelled at his mother over dinner at BreadstiX.

"Why are you pretending like New Years Eve—That is never happened?" Kurt adds the last part in a hushed tone.

"Me?" Blaine huffs. "You're the one who left without a word! You never called me after that. You're the one who's acting like it never happened."

Kurt's sure his heart stops at that moment. He freezes. He doesn't know what to say. He notices Blaine's voice is shaking when he talks.

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. I thought you—I don't know, that you regretted it or something stupid."

Kurt remains silent, staring at Blaine, lips parted.

"Will you say something?" Blaine breathes, frustrated.

"I—I'm sorry," Kurt says.

Blaine huffs out a breath. "That's it? You're sorry?"

Kurt nods.

Blaine raises his hands in defeat, letting them drop to his sides. "Just—Whatever," he huffs. "I have to get back to work."

And before Kurt can say anything, Blaine is gone.

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They don't talk again after that. Kurt's too ashamed to say anything—let alone call Blaine to apologize, and Blaine is probably too angry to even bother with Kurt.

The days drag on and Kurt is miserable. He feels guilty for walking out on Blaine that morning. He considers quitting his job a little early and settling in to his apartment in New York so he can avoid seeing Blaine at work. Maybe it's better that they never see each other again.

Kurt sighs, letting his head fall to his desk with a quiet thunk, cheek pressed against the cool, glossy pages of his Vogue magazine cover. He's been trying to read all night, but he can't get Blaine off his mind.

It kind of feels like when he first met Blaine and was convinced he was straight. Kurt almost smiles at the memory that seems so distant.

He can't just push Blaine out of his life, who is he kidding? He tried once before and it didn't work. It surely isn't going to work this time.

So Kurt has an idea: he's going to apologize…

Kurt Hummel style.