Blaine did the only thing he could think of in that moment, he ran. He wasn't proud of it, by any means.  He just knew he needed to get away.

The whole night had been inappropriate of him, in so many ways. Not just because Kurt was so young, he was also Burt's son. He should not have been  thinking of his best friend's son the way he had. He was stupid, so, so stupid Blaine didn't know how he was going to face Kurt again. He knew Kurt would want to ask him about what had happened. The truth is, he doesn't know.

Well okay, he knows what it all meant, but he doesn't know why he let himself say those things. He wished he hadn't  There was no changing what had happened now though. He has always been good at keeping his stupid feelings (he wasn't sure if they were even feelings or just lust) in check.

Blaine knew this could never happen again, because he would make sure of it, by any means. If that meant never going over to the Hummel house again, then that is what he would have to do.

After Burt had checked out Blaine's car he told him what was wrong. Blaine had thanked Burt and told him he would bring it by the shop tomorrow, before wishing him a good night.

Finally, Blaine made it back to his own home. He was ready for this day to be over, he wanted to try and forget what had happened.

Blaine didn't have enough energy to take a shower, so he opted to just sleep. Pulling his shirt off and slipping his pants down his legs, he climbed into bed, ready to drift into a blissful sleep.

But no such luck, his head was too messed up that night to sleep.

After two hours of tossing and turning, Blaine finally gave in. Throwing the covers off of himself, he sat up in the bed, his mind going on overdrive.

All he could think of was when he was twenty years old.

He had just moved in next door to the Hummel's. His first day of moving was hectic, he was all by himself with no one helping him. One Burt Hummel had walked over to him - a little two year old Kurt not far behind him - to ask if Blaine needed any help. He was so touched by Burt's kindness. He had never met anyone who would do that for someone they didn't know, but that is just who Burt is. Which Blaine is still grateful for to this day. That was the day, fourteen years ago, that he had meet his best friend. He was so grateful to have Burt in his life.

After that they started watching games together, which led to them talking and getting to know one another. They had more in common than people might think. They are both family men. Burt loved his wife and Kurt, where Blaine loved his mom, dad and brother with his whole heart.

Blaine was still young then, so when he was having a really hard time without his family around, he would go running over to Burt's and tell him all about it. Burt never judged him or told him he needed to grow up, which Blaine was so thankful for.

Blaine was also there when Burt's wife died. That was a hard time for everyone, especially for Kurt, who was a mere eight years old at the time.

They had all been through so much together. Blaine had literally watched Kurt grow into the beautiful young man he was today.

Blaine's head was spinning, how could he think this way about Kurt? Kurt was a child, someone that used to come to Blaine for comfort, and to be hugged when his dad wasn't around.

Blaine was just lonely, he decided. He didn't really feel anything for Kurt, he was sure. There is no way he could feel something for a kid he used to babysit, to change diapers for! Which he had, a lot of them.

He was just lonely, Blaine concluded.

He needed to find a boyfriend his own age and not his best friend's son.

-

After a sleepless night, Blaine knew it was time to start his day; he started with a quick shower. After his shower, Blaine changed into some skin tight jeans and a white v-neck shirt.

Once he was showered and changed, Blaine called up a tow truck to have them take him and his car to ‘Hummel's Tires and Lube' before he had to start the rest of his day.

He ate a granola bar as his breakfast, then waited about twenty minutes until the tow truck showed up.

Blaine stepped outside, watching as the driver started loading his car onto the flat bed of the tow truck. As he waited for the guy to finish he saw Kurt walk out the front door of his house, most likely on his way to school. Blaine tried his hardest not to look in Kurt's direction. In the end he had no choice because Kurt had called his name.

Blaine put on a bright smile and started making his way over towards Kurt.

"Hi," Blaine whispered, once he was standing in front of the boy.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt said, his cheeks already starting to pink.

"Off to school I see." Blaine was nervous. He was hoping he could avoid Kurt for longer than a few hours, but he thought the world must hate him today.

"That I am." Kurt replied. "Are you taking your car into the shop?" He questioned, gesturing toward Blaine's car.

Blaine turned around to stare at his car for a few seconds, before facing Kurt once more, "Mhm."

He just wanted to leave, there was too much tension in the air between him and Kurt at the moment.

Why had he been so stupid the night before? He ruined everything.

Turning around once more, Blaine saw that his car was loaded up and ready to go. "Well, I better be going. I need to get my car fixed so I can go to work." He anxiously moved from one foot to the other.

"Oh," Kurt said, with a raise of his brow. "O-of course. I don't want to hold you up any longer than necessary." He said, with a nod of his head.

"I'll see you around then, Kurt," Blaine added, before walking off toward the direction of the tow truck.

"Yup." Kurt said, barely above a whisper.

-

Blaine climbed into the tow truck, closing the door behind him. He didn't know what he was feeling anymore, it was all over the place. He just decided to push it all away for the time being, he had a car to get fixed.

When the tow truck started pulling away Blaine risked turning around, taking one last look at Kurt before his day fully started.

Staring back at him was a sad looking Kurt.

Blaine felt like he had just been punched in the gut. He would give anything to make that look of misery leave Kurt's face.

Maybe he did need to talk to Kurt, just to clear the air. He needed Kurt to know that nothing would ever happen between them. He didn't want to hurt the boy more than he already had, but he needed this to end, and soon, or those pleading eyes of Kurt would have him doing something he knew could never happen.

-

Finally, Blaine arrived at Hummel's tires and lube. It had already been a long morning and it was still only ten. He could imagine how the rest of the day was going to go.

Blaine walked into Burt's office, giving the door a soft tap to let Burt know he had arrived.

"Blaine," Burt greeted, after looking up at the sound of the knock.

"Me and my car have finally made it." Blaine smiled happily at his dear friend.

"Oh good," Burt said, standing up from his seat and walking over towards Blaine. "It's been a slow mornin' so I can have her fixed for you in about half an hour. Is that satisfactory?" He questioned.

"That is perfect. Thank you so much Burt, I really appreciate this. I can't miss work today because I have a big meeting. Someone is looking to buy some of my songs." Blaine says, a bit giddy.

"Not a problem." Burt replies, with a pat to Blaine's back. "I'm so proud of you. You're doing so well in the song writing business. I'm glad your stuff is selling. It's really good and people are finally starting to see that."

Blaine felt touched; he didn't know Burt had liked his songs. It meant so much to him that he did. Burt's opinion was one of the most important to him and the fact that he liked Blaine's songs was overwhelming. "Wow, thank you so much. That means so much to me Burt. You have no idea."

"Sure I do, but it shouldn't come as a shock. I have always loved all your work and I always knew you would make it out there. It's just the timing that mattered, and now it's your time." Burt pulled Blaine into a tight embrace.

"Thank you," Blaine said, squeezing Burt.

Burt pulled away with a smile. "Now how about we get your car fixed?" He chuckled, making his way to where Blaine's car was left.

-

Just as Burt said, Blaine's car was done in about thirty minutes, give or take a few.

Blaine paid what he owed, thanked Burt one last time, and then was on his way.

He had a very important meeting to get to.

-

He did it; he sold five of his songs. Blaine was so happy, he needed to tell everyone he knew.

This was a big deal for him, he had been waiting years for this and it finally happened. He knew his songs were good, he never doubted that. He just needed other people to think they were good too.

Blaine skipped his way to the Hummel's home, he needed to tell Burt.

He knocked happily on the front door, he couldn't help doing a little dance as he waited for the door to open.

He was too into his dance moves to notice when the door did open, until he heard giggling coming from the arch way.

"Oh my god," Blaine said, falling back right on his butt, after he noticed it was Kurt who was laughing at him.

Kurt's mouth feel open, before running by Blaine's side.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice slightly panicked.

Blaine nodded and started to get up on to his feet, rubbing his ass a little at the soreness caused by the fall. "Yup," Blaine said, embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry." Kurt said in a rush.

"No really, I'm fine. You did nothing wrong." Blaine assured him.

"Okay." Kurt mumbled.

There was a few seconds of silence, while they just stared at each other.

"Is your dad home?" Blaine questioned, after a bit.

"Not yet." Kurt said.

Blaine knew he should leave after what had happened yesterday. He was just too excited, he wanted to tell someone and Kurt had always been someone he could also share things with.

"Oh it doesn't matter," Blaine said cheerfully. "I have the best news."

"OH?! Do tell." Kurt enthused.

"I sold some of my songs today!" Blaine said, jumping up and down. Nothing was going to ruin his mood today. He was far too happy.

"Oh my god, Blaine! I'm so happy for you." Kurt said, throwing himself into Blaine's arms, his nose pressed into the curve of Blaine's neck.

Blaine felt tingles go through his entire body.

Oh this was bad.

He pulled away from Kurt quickly.

"Thank you, Kurt." Blaine said, his throat feeling suddenly dry.

He could barely even look at Kurt's face, an expression of hurt on his face from the way Blaine had pulled away from the hug.

"Right. You're welcome. You do deserve it, Blaine, truly," Kurt said, his previously happy tone completely gone now.

"So, I guess I will be getting home now." Blaine replied, taking a few steps back. "When your dad gets home, please tell him to call me."

Kurt nodded and forced on a tight smile.

"Bye." Blaine said, before all but running back to his house.

Once in his house with the door shut, Blaine banged his head against it.

"Stupid." He chastised himself.