Blaine didn't know why he let Kurt do this. He was hoping that this would be it.

That Kurt wouldn't need him anymore.

That Blaine could just go back to New York and deal with being single and unhappy.

Now he was single, unhappy and seeing the love of his life get hurt every single day.

Kurt had cried himself to sleep that night in Blaine's arms, his phone buzzing non-stop until one o'clock that morning. Blaine had just sat with him and told him everything was going to be okay, offering what little comfort he could..

Honestly, he had no idea what had happened. He was now watching Kurt sleep, a troubled expression on his face.

Kurt whimpered and Blaine cuddled him closer. When Kurt tensed in his arms, he rubbed gentle circles on his back.

"Shhh." Blaine soothed, and Kurt relaxed against him.

Blaine dropped his head and shook it slightly, closing his eyes against Kurt's hair.

Why did Blaine have to be in love with him? Things would be much simpler if he wasn't so emotionally attached.

"Blaine…" Kurt whispered sleepily.

"Morning." Blaine whispered back, cuddling closer.

Kurt sat up suddenly, pulling out of Blaine's arms. "Oh my God."

Blaine lay back with a sigh and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his fists. He expected this.

"Oh God, Blaine, I am so sorry…" Kurt whispered, pulling his phone from his pocket. He stayed the night. He never stayed the night.

"Kurt…" Blaine waited until Kurt looked up to assure him, "It's okay."

"It's not. It's not okay anymore." Kurt whispered, glancing back down at his phone and flicking to the messages.

He agitatedly ran a hand through his hair as he stared at the 91 messages David had sent him.

"Kurt…maybe you could just stay…" he said softly, and Kurt shot him an exasperated look.

"Blaine, you know I can't."

"Kurt, you are unhappy. Why can't you see that?"

"Because I'm not unhappy." Kurt whispered, his voice breaking.

Kurt turned, hiding his face from Blaine.

"Hey, no." Blaine frowned, turning Kurt's face back. "Babe."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Babe?"

Blaine swallowed hard, realising his mistake. This was it. That was the proof that this couldn't go on, and Blaine had to come clean.

"Kurt…I can't do this anymore. I love you."

Kurt's eyes shut tightly and he pocketed his phone, getting off the bed and heading towards the door.

"Kurt…" Blaine called, throwing the sheets off his legs and hurrying after him.

"I can't do this Blaine. I just can't."

"What? What can't you? What the hell is wrong with you? You know he hurts you, you can see it! Why the hell do you keep going back to that son of a bitch?" Blaine shouted, and Kurt whipped around, tears streaming down his face.

"You don't understand, Blaine. You just…" Kurt swallowed hard. "God, you don't…I'm married…"

"Which I've been telling you since we started this fucking thing!"

"I can't deal, Blaine…I just…" Kurt sobbed into his hand, and Blaine drew in a deep breath.

"Kurt, I'm not a fan of being used." Blaine said softly, calmer, not wanting to upset Kurt anymore then he already was.

Kurt stared at him, eyes wide. "I don't know what I'm doing." He whispered, sobs violently wracking his body.

Blaine closed his eyes, holding back his urge to draw Kurt into his arms. "I'm going back to New York."

Kurt went rigid, eyes wide as he looked up at Blaine. "What?"

"I'm going back. I can't do this anymore. I can't watch you get hurt and not do anything about it." He said softly. "There's only so much I can help you with before you have to help yourself."

"You…you said you…wouldn't…you didn't want to…"

"That was before this got turned into a mess." Blaine said softly. "So I'm done…because I feel like it's not even about comfort anymore."

Kurt backed away from him slowly, his hand groping for the door behind him.

"It's not like that, it's not." He whispered furiously, shaking his head. Blaine closed his eyes.

"Kurt..."

"No. I have to... I have to go."

The door slammed behind Kurt, leaving Blaine in silence.

^.^

Kurt couldn't go home. But he couldn't go to Blaine now.

The incessant texting had started up again, and most of them consisted of 'where are you', 'are you okay' and 'are you coming home'.

Kurt ran a hand through his hair. He was still wearing his clothes from yesterday – he couldn't go to work like this. David would leave for work soon – he could go and get some new clothes. That was his primary objective. If he could tackle things one at a time, maybe he could cope…

But what would he do then?

He couldn't go talk to David. Not yet. All he could do was go live at the office for a couple of days.

But he didn't want to.

With a sigh, he drove back to his house – his tears finally drying. He parked at the end of the street and waited until David came out.

He was texting, and sure enough, Kurt's phone buzzed.

(7:03) I'm really worried about you. I'm sorry for what I said, and I promise it won't ever happen again. I just…sometimes I get tired, and I don't deal well when I'm tired. Please come back. I love you.

Kurt wanted to cry again. He had a feeling David meant well, but there was no way Kurt could go back. Blaine was right. David was hurting him, and it couldn't go on. The only thing he could do was to leave David, and never talk to him again.

David's car backed out of the driveway and as soon as it rounded the corner, Kurt drove in. He used his key to get in, and crept through the house. It was eerie – it was almost like he was breaking in, and he was waiting for an alarm to go off for intruding.

He headed upstairs and quickly changed, tears streaming down his face. He didn't want to do this. At all. He wanted to just pretend that nothing was wrong – that this wasn't the life he was living.

Sadly, it didn't work like that. He could only pretend for so long, before reality came and delivered the hard truth.

Back downstairs, he wrote a quick note.

David.

Things aren't working. I'm spending a few nights with a friend. I'll be back, I promise, but you need to sober up and get yourself together. I'll be back on Monday – if we can't get along for a single day, we're going to have to sit down and talk about this, because I just can't do it anymore.

I'm sorry.

Kurt.

He wiped his tears and took a shuddering breath, leaving the note in the kitchen.

Swallowing hard, he picked up his phone and dialled Blaine's number.

"Hello…?"

"Blaine…"

"Kurt…what do you want?"

"Do you want to go for coffee?"

"…why?"

"I've left him."

"For good?"

"For a couple of nights, at least. Just over the weekend. If I come back and he…if he's still the way he is, then I'm gone for good…but I have to give him this chance…"

"Okay."

He was silent, and Kurt closed his eyes.

"So…coffee?"

"Do you want to spend the weekend at my place?"

"…If you wouldn't mind…"

"Alright."

"Well, do you still want that coffee?"

"Kurt…we can't…"

"I'm sick of pretending. Screw what anyone else thinks. We're friends, Blaine, and a non-fat Mocha sounds pretty damn good right now."

There was an amused chuckle from the other end of the line, and Blaine sighed. "Alright, if you're sure."

"Very sure."

"Okay. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."