Blaine wasn't going to let Kurt make another mistake.

He didn't want to be that guy - that outlet that Kurt could turn to whenever he wanted comfort.

Go hard or go home.

Blaine had to stick to it.

Kurt had to either be with him forever, or leave him forever.

All or none.

What he said last night – the comforting words that left his lips – were only that. Comforting. He couldn't mean that. The only way they could jump through loopholes together was if Kurt left David for good.

"Kurt…" Blaine said softly that morning.

The brunette looked up at him from the couch, where he was dozing – not quite asleep but not very awake either.

"Yeah?"

"We need to have a talk. A proper talk."

Kurt bit his lip. "Blaine…I know what you want to talk about…and I can't deal with that yet. I don't care if I spend the next two nights on the couch…but I need to wait until I talk to David before we talk about anything."

Blaine swallowed, a gentle frown etched into his features. He stared at Kurt, not sure what to do.

Finally, he took a breath and nodded. "Yeah. Okay."

That made sense. Waiting.

So they waited. Over the weekend they spent the days curled up on the couch, watching movies and ordering take-out. They pretended to be best friends – ones that didn't sleep together, and ones that managed to maintain a healthy friendship without things getting weird.

Kurt often did the washing up or the laundry – wanting to do his part as a payment for living there. At night, they talked until morning – deep things with low voices in the dark. They talked about everything and nothing, skirting around the more delicate topics. When it got too late, or they got too tired, Kurt would stay on the couch and Blaine went to his bed.

Finally, Monday morning came around.

Kurt had tried to ignore his phone all weekend – he didn't answer texts from David, nor did he pick up when it rang.

But finally, it was time for him to go home. They stood at the door – Kurt didn't really want to go and Blaine didn't really want him to either.

"I had a great weekend." He said softly, turning to Blaine with a small smile. "It was a nice escape."

"Is that all it was?" Blaine asked, his eyes searching Kurt's. He closed his eyes. "Never mind what I just said. Go, talk to David. Sort things out. I'll…I'll be here for a week if you change your mind…to…to see if you want to be friends and stuff, and then I'm gone."

"If…if I'm still with him…" Kurt said softly. "Can we still be friends?"

Blaine swallowed hard. "About a week ago, you told me this'd all stop if you went back to him. That we wouldn't be able to see each other at all…"

Kurt closed his eyes. "It's changed since then."

"Changed how…?"

Kurt swallowed hard. "I wasn't in love with you then."

There was a second of incomprehension – where Blaine's mind froze and he couldn't respond. Kurt took that as an opportunity to leave, but the door shutting behind him stunned Blaine into consciousness.

"Kurt!" he opened the door, tearing after him. "Kurt!"

Kurt paused, not facing Blaine, his eyes closed. "Yeah?"

"So…if…if David turns out to be the same…you'll come back?"

Kurt turned around, a small smile crossing his features. "Yeah. If…if you're still willing to be with me, after everything I've put you through…we can…we can go back to being Kurt and Blaine when we were teenagers."

Blaine couldn't help himself – he grinned at Kurt and nodded.

"Yeah. Of course. I'll…I'll be waiting for you."

Kurt nodded, but he didn't look too happy.

"What's wrong…?"

Kurt swallowed hard. "I don't want you to get your hopes up. If…if David has changed…I'm not coming back."

Blaine nodded. "I know. I know." He said softly. "I just…Yeah. Like I said. I'll be here until Friday…"

Kurt nodded, steadying himself before turning around. "I might see you later then…"

"Send me a text…you know…" Blaine said softly. "For goodbye."

Kurt took a breath and nodded.

^.^

Kurt was almost trembling with anticipation as he drove into his driveway. David's car was parked in the driveway, and he steadied himself with a deep breath.

The door opened, scaring him, but David stood in the door way, a look of relief on his face. He ran to Kurt, enveloping him in a tight hug with no intention of ever letting go.

"You came back." He whispered in his ear, and Kurt nodded, pulling the familiar man into his embrace.

He was still a little hesitant – after all, this man had beaten him and raped him no more than four days ago. It was a weird contrast.

"Of course I did…"

Dave held him closer, breathing in his scent and whispering to him – babbling incoherently. Kurt was concerned.

"I missed you. I missed you so much." David whispered – the only words that Kurt caught.

"How…how are you?" Kurt regarded him almost stiffly, and David pulled back, searching his face with genuine eyes.

"I'm better."

Kurt swallowed hard. Better wasn't really going to cut it. "That's good."

"Are you…?" Dave asked.

"I'm here." Kurt said, but that's all he would say.

David understood, nodding and leading the way into the house. "I…I've got you something."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. The house was clean, and something smelled amazing. David returned with a giant bouquet of flowers, with so many colours that it reminded Kurt of Blaine's place.

Kurt immediately beamed at the memory, and David grinned happily, kissing Kurt on the cheek.

"I…I cooked lunch. I didn't know when you'd be home so…" he shrugged, glancing up at Kurt. "I just really missed you. And I'm so glad you're home."

Kurt smiled, a little uncertainly as David pulled him into a tight hug.

"Me too…"