Blaine watched as Kurt chewed his lip nervously as he waited for an answer. He waited with baited breath, until his friend nodded sheepishly. "Just one." Kurt said eventually, heading off to his bedroom to get himself ready. Blaine noticed the acoustic guitar in the corner of the large space, eyeing it curiously. He picked it up and strummed a few chords that he'd been playing with in his spare time. Ever since he and Kurt had broken up he'd been writing a song and so far he'd only managed to work out the guitar chords. He plucked the strings methodically and hummed quietly when suddenly the first line came to him.
"Loving his is like driving a new Mazarati down a dead end street." He sung, stopping when he heard Kurt emerge back from his room, dressed in a slightly higher fashion version of what he wore to their first proper date.
"You look- immaculate." Blaine said and smiled, walking towards him, stopping close to him. "Who's guitar is that? I didn't know you or Rachel played. "
"We don't. I'm learning because I got bored on the weekends and Jay said it'd be a good idea to be able to accompany myself incase I ever go back to music." He said and looked for his satchel, putting it on his shoulder as he led Blaine from the apartment and into the busy streets which were lit by the bright lights of the city.
"It's quite beautiful out here, Kurt. I can see why you want to stay here."
"Yeah, it's pretty amazing. Do you have anywhere in mind?" He asked as he checked his phone again. He was sure Jay would have to know what happened with the "hottie." He was surprised when Blaine nodded his head once but didn't elaborate. They walked for a while under the stars in an uncomfortable silence before they walked into a fancy looking building which held a single elevator. Blaine went in and gestured for Kurt to follow him. He pressed the button for floor 42 and suddenly it struck Kurt where they were going. He'd heard from some people at Vogue that there was a new restaurant in the sky, a completely glass restaurant 40 floors up. He'd made a mental note to ask Rach if she'd check it out with him but they'd never got around to it.

"Table for two please." Blaine said calmly, Kurt looking around the room in wonder. It had an open kitchen area where people could see their food being made. By far the most impressive feature was the floor to ceiling glass that covered the entire large area. He looked out in wonder as they towered over most of the sky scrapers in the city; it was easy to see at least a few miles in both directions. Blaine tapped Kurt's side gently to indicate that they should walk to their table as Kurt had zoned out.

Kurt smiled politely as Blaine pulled back his chair for him. He was still a perfect gentleman as he always was. The thing was gentleman didn't even look at other people like that let alone act on their urges just because they were lonely. He wasn't sure whether he still even liked Blaine as a person anymore. He ordered a chicken Caesar salad, Blaine ordering a steak dish. Kurt barely paid attention to anything Blaine was saying because he was trying to sort out how he felt. Half way through the meal the curly haired boy put a hand on his own and he flinched; actually flinched and moved his hand away. All he could think of was Blaine holding this Eli's hand. Staring at Eli in a loving way. Taking Eli to a restaurant and making eyes at him. Suddenly Kurt felt sick, physically and emotionally. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and text Jay, asking whether he was in the area for a talk. A few moments later he received an affirmative message and took a deep breath; this wasn't going to be pretty.
"Need to go." Kurt mumbled and took off, running towards the elevator and not looking back. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, only relaxing once he heard the elevator door shut and begin to move downwards. He hit call when he found 'Jay' in his phonebook and was glad that he'd been brave enough to get his number in the first place.
"Yo, I'm outside bro. Where are you?" Jay asked; concern clear in his voice. Kurt was fond of Jay; he was like his big brother. He was 23 and gay too, which was quite helpful to Kurt as he had someone he could actually discuss it with. He looked up to him because he had become an intern with Vogue at the same time as Kurt and now he was in charge of the whole interning process. He took a shining to Kurt during his interview because he was so confident and self-assured. Not so much now.
"I'll be down in a second." He replied flatly, surprised that Blaine had beaten him to the bottom floor by sprinting down the stairs.
"What's going on Kurt?" Blaine asked as he tried to stop his voice from faltering. He thought everything was going well. Kurt had agreed to go out with him, he hadn't punched him and he seemed alright, until then.
"I just can't." Kurt said, hands shaking nervously as he walked passed him to Jay's car where he sat in the driver's side, watching them. The soprano waved nervously as he got in the car, smiling thankfully.
"So that's Blaine then." Jay said, pulling away in his car and starting the journey back to his own house. He'd heard about Blaine the first time he and Kurt had gone for a drink after work. He'd found out that Kurt had a serious tendency to talk a lot when he'd been drinking. He'd found out that Blaine had cheated and that Kurt had been heartbroken for months until Rachel had had a stern word with him.

Before he could think about what he was doing Kurt felt the familiar sting of tears prickling his eyes. He turned his head away to look at the window and only moved once they had reached Jay's apartment building. He remained silent, sniffling occasionally until he felt the familiar cold leather sofa under his fingers. Jay fixed them both a drink and sat by Kurt, noticing that he was still shaking, his eyes distant. "I thought I could handle it. But I can't." he said eventually and Jay nodded in understanding. He pulled Kurt into his arms and stroked his arm comfortingly. Kurt would be okay; he'd make sure of that.

Rachel was surprised to see Blaine return back to their place late at night without Kurt. She let him in and waited for him to come in of his own accord. He walked in and sighed, looking at her with red blotchy eyes. "It was all going so well and then he just left with some guy."
"That'll be Jay. He's Kurt's best friend apart from me. They work together." She explained then shrugged, going back to her TV programme. She really didn't want to get involved with their things at the moment when things with her own love life were so chaotic.

Jay finally relaxed when he heard Kurt's regular little snores from his place beside him on the sofa. He carried Kurt to his spare bedroom and undressed him quickly. His brows furrowed in confusion as he saw a folded up piece of paper fall from Kurt's pocket. He unfolded it and looked at the way the handwriting was beautifully done but the page was littered with mistakes and whole passages that had been crossed out.

Dear Kurt,