It wasn't until after Kurt had left that the unease came. It washed in over him like tidewater that had been lurking to find him at his weakest. It was Monday, which meant that Sebastian would be come home, which furthermore meant that there was less than 24 hours until he had to perform the most evil deed of the universe.

He had to be at a restaurant to play around three, and he welcomed it dearly. Mondays the pub wasn't exactly what he would categorize as distracting. More so dead.

He spent the day on cleaning the kitchen in an attempt of thinking about other things than the upcoming task. He watched ridiculous sitcoms on TV and took a long shower before it was finally time to get ready for work.

Nothing helped, and on the train to the restaurant he couldn't stop himself from trying to make up what he should actually say to Sebastian when time was.

He kept clogging, but as soon as he was sitting by the piano he started to loosen up. He kept picturing how Kurt had been waiting for him at the bar, remembering how he had been in tears and how perfectly he had looked like him being there was the most natural thing in the world. It was a great relief and it made it easier for his fingers to flow over the keys and the words to stream from his mouth.

By the end of the sessions he had completely forgot about the simmering horror waiting to cook and eat him slowly, and as he headed for the backroom to get his stuff he had a feeling that he would actually have a good night after all.

xXx

"Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina, Tina, you have no idea what happened today!" Blaine blabbered out with his heart in his throat and his eyes ready to pop from his skull any minute now.

He had only just burst through the door and flung himself on the couch with a firm grip on Tina's hand, his excitement far too much for him to hold back. He couldn't keep it in anymore. Even the train fare home had been excruciating because he hadn't had anyone to share his news with.

She looked shocked from being ambush that way and had to gather herself from being splashed into the sudden rush of joy, but as she opened her mouth to comment he cut her off, unable to stop himself anymore.

"I was at the restaurant playing and singing as per usual. I played for a few hours and it was no big deal and it wasn't anything I don't normally do, so when I was finished I closed up and went to get my stuff and then Steve, you know the cute waiter with the handsome smile, he came and told me someone was waiting for me at the bar, so I guessed it would be you or Kurt - but it wasn't, and I should have known because then he would just have said so as he's met both of you. Or at least seen Kurt."

Blaine didn't think he had ever talked this fast in his entire life. He was eager and everything inside him was overflowing and he needed his best friend to take part in this thrill that had hit him out of nowhere.

"Anyway - so I got to the bar, and this gentleman in a crazy expensive suit, I think it was... anyway that's not the point. This guy, man, was the only one sitting at the bar so I sat down and he bought me a drink and I was starting to feel weird about it, but I didn't ask any questions, instead I figured I would introduce myself, so I did, and he did too! He said that he wanted to help me, and I was like 'what?' but then he asked if I make my own music, so I had to say no because, you know, I can't. Then he said that it wasn't like he could take me straight from the restaurant to the studio but he could have me other places and he could see if I would fit for recording. Tina! This guy will help me into a recording studio!"

He couldn't breath. He had used all his power of speech in a matter of seconds and his lungs couldn't keep up. He was panting and waiting for a reaction, hoping that she for once would quit being rational and just be happy for him instead.

"I don't know what to say," Tina mumbled silently. She looked at him, clearly baffled by the news, but her lack of screaming and big arm movements made Blaine's heart drop

"This is so amazing!" She suddenly burst out and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek wetly and made a shrill scream against his neck.

"You deserve this so much!" She crooned into his neck before she jumped to her feet.

"We gotta celebrate! When is Sebastian go - oh, wait," she stopped herself and her face turned grave. She had messed up, in a haze of ecstasy she had forgot that everything had turned around.

"I mean - Kurt. Do you think Kurt is free tonight?" She asked carefully, doing her best to apologize with her eyes and Blaine felt his dinner was trying to escape his stomach. He hadn't even thought about Sebastian, his first thought had been to call Kurt right away and he felt guilty for it.

"I don't think so. He's with like… he's rehearsing. Opening weekend in a few days, you know," he shrugged awkwardly. His heart felt like it had slowed down, a pace close to stopping and it was like the air had turned thick.

He got to his feet and walked towards his room where he turned around to face Tina. She looked like she was torn, like she didn't know if she should follow or stay away.

"I'll go take a shower. Let's go out after or something," he shrugged. He drew a heavy breath before he crossed the floor in a few quick steps to place a peck on Tina's cheek.

"Thank you. I'll hurry, I promise," he smiled and disappeared into his room.

He couldn't decide whether or not he should call Kurt and tell him about the day's event. He wanted to share it with him, more than anything in the world - but would it be wrong of him to share it with Kurt before Sebastian?

When he returned to the living room he found Tina and Mike dressed up nicely, looking like they were waiting. Probably for him, so he crossed the floor and stared at them, uncertain what they had planned to go down.

It was around 9 so it was pretty limited where they could be going, but he just figured he would track along. He got his wallet and phone off the coffee table before he followed them out.

Of all places in the world they ended up at the pub. They sat down at their regular table and ordered drinks. A few of their other friends showed up little by little, surprising Blaine and congratulating him. Apparently Tina had called to ask them to come celebrate with them.

"Hey there. Got room for one more?" a well-known voice asked and Blaine nearly jumped in his seat. Kurt was standing by the group, smiling around at them with bright eyes and a tired smile. His hair was still a bit messy from rehearsals and Blaine had to stop himself from not fixing it.

"Sure," Blaine choked out, not really sure how to react to Kurt standing in front of his group of friends who always saw him with Sebastian. He moved a little on the bench to make room for Kurt who quickly sat down, his hand flighty stroking Blaine's thigh under the table.

"Congratulations. Tina called me. Your voice is amazing, you're gonna do so great," Kurt smiled at him before he grinned around at the crowd of people he didn't know. Blaine was glad their attention was directed towards - that way they wouldn't notice him blushing by his compliments.

The entire scenario came across as surrealistic. He couldn't figure out how it could be that Tina had called Kurt as they couldn't officially be a couple yet, and even more so - how did she get his number?

He stayed still. He smiled and listened to people's conversations while observing the group. Kurt introduced himself as a long time friend of Blaine and Tina, and he quickly fell into talks with the others at the table.

Even Mike seemed to like him as they started discussing dance as an art form rather than sports or grinding against one another in a club. Dancing was Mike's passion - and apparently Kurt shared his passion on some level besides what he and Blaine had done in the club on their date.

The night went on without any trouble. In time with people having more to drink Blaine got a bit more confident about the situation and dared his hand into Kurt's under the table. Kurt turned and smiled at him, his warmth so open that Blaine wished that he could kiss him in front of everyone.

One day.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he feared that it was Sebastian. He couldn't do that now. He wanted to have fun with his friends and not think about the fact that it was the day of doom when he would wake up in the morning.

However, he convinced himself that he'd better check it so Sebastian didn't call him and made it all much harder to deal with. He should be able to survive texting.

Kurt: "Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I promise I'll be good."

Blaine's stomach took a roll. He hadn't expected that. He hadn't even noticed Kurt getting out his phone.

Blaine: "My bed is your bed (:"

As Kurt looked into the display of his phone a broad grin showed on his face and he could hardly suppress a chuckle. Blaine wanted to put his arms around Kurt, or to sneak under Kurt's arm so he could feel him close. For a second he considered that people around them had so much to drink that they wouldn't even care - but it would be much too risky to take that chance.

Around 01.30 they got on the train with Tina and Mike. Kurt kept up a nice conversation with both of them, but Blaine was so tired he fell asleep against Kurt's shoulder, only woken up by Kurt kissing his nose to tell him they had reached their stop.

When they got into the apartment Blaine hugged Tina and Mike goodnight, and to his amusement Kurt hugged Tina and shook Mike's hand. They went directly for the bathroom to brush their teeth and when Blaine entered his bedroom a few minutes after Kurt he found him rolled up in his bed wearing one of his old Silverlake t-shirts.

Blaine climbed into the bed where Kurt was waiting for him with open arms and starry eyes. Naturally Blaine let himself melt into the safety of Kurt's body as quickly as possible.

"You're gonna be a star now," Kurt cooed through the dark. He squeezed his arms around Blaine's shoulders and even though he was so strong it almost hurt it was comforting and Blaine was sure he had never felt as protected in his entire life.

"Not exactly. I'll probably end up playing a few jobs at some private parties here and there, and then they'll forget about me when their next talent strolls along," Blaine chuckled and kissed Kurt's painfully clothed chest.

It was nice to hear Kurt say it even though it was silly and unrealistic. He knew that both Tina and Mike as well as Sebastian had always believed in him, but with Kurt it was different. It meant the world to him in a different way.

"Will you stop saying that? Your voice is incredible. You've got a gift, Blaine. You're gonna be a star in the world, you know why I am so sure?" Kurt burst out, shocked by Blaine's low thoughts of his future that everyone else seemed to think was showing so bright.

"Because you're a star to me! I've been in quite a few musical theater programs and yet I have never met any performer that could measure your talent. You're magnificent - and we need to stop your habit of thinking that you are anything less," Kurt exclaimed firmly and kissed his hair.

Blaine had no idea how to respond to that. He was feeling a bit sheepish by Kurt's declaration. He knew that Kurt liked to hear him sing and that he thought he was talented, but he had no idea that he felt so strongly about it.

"I came to think something -" Kurt suddenly mumbled, sounding insecure.

"Do you maybe wanna come to my opening night? I can get you a ticket. We just have to, you know, be discrete." He sighed heavily as if it was a strong burden weighing on him, the way it was a strong burden for Blaine.

In a split second Blaine put his arms on each side of Kurt and moved to lie on top of him between his legs giving him a perfect view to his shining, blue eyes. Kurt's face was painted in surprise and a grin.

"I will come to every, single one of your shows if you'll let me. I will sit on the front row to clap the loudest, and even though I can't tell everyone that the beautiful guy on stage is my boyfriend it doesn't matter, because when they look away I can do this all I want -"

He leaned down and let his lips softly massage against Kurt's. His lips were like silk and his tongue was warm and wet against Blaine's. His hands were a bit cold under his t-shirt, but they were soothing over his skin.

"Mhm, I like it when you do that. You're really good at it," Kurt chuckled before his face transformed to glooming and serious.

"We should probably sleep. You have something to do tomorrow," Kurt said with a sympathetic look. His eyes were pained from the thought and Blaine's stomach filled with ice.

He dumped down on the mattress and Kurt turned to his side to have a view of his face, but Blaine didn't dare look at him. He had completely pushed it aside in the midst of his excitement even though he had texted Sebastian a few times during the night.

Kurt let out a heavy sigh and put a kiss to Blaine's shoulder before he put two fingers to his chin so he could move his face for eye contact.

"This sucks. I know. It's awful, and he will be crushed - because who wouldn't be crushed to lose you? But just remember that as painful as it will be to do it, just as much is it a good thing. You're doing the right thing, baby. I won't lie to you; he will be devastated - but that won't last forever. He'll move on, get over you and find someone who loves him back. He will be happy eventually," Kurt cooed with a sad expression filling his face.

"And not to mention - this is so we can be together. Without any fuss or secrets," he smiled hopeful, and Blaine wanted to kick himself when he felt his eyes grow moist.

He let a hand up to catch Kurt's and slide their fingers in place with each other. He struggled to keep from breaking but it was nearly an impossible quest.

"I just can't stand the thought of hurting him. I have put him through so much in the time we've been together and this is just the ultimate… but I wanna be with you. So bad. It's all I can think about," he cried silently and Kurt looked as if he didn't know whether he should smile or cry himself.

He let a hand to Blaine's cheek and wiped the single tear away before he kissed his fingertips gingerly.

"I am so happy to have you back in my life," he cooed and it was like a warm blanket was wrapped around Blaine's heart. He was defeated and tired, the alcohol was buzzing in his brain and veins and he appreciated how lucky he was that Kurt was in his bed and not in Sam's.

xXx

When Blaine woke up the next morning Kurt was clasped against his body, still snoring silently against his shoulder, so he figured that he would let him sleep while he took a shower himself. He would need some time to get a hold of himself anyway so he kissed Kurt's temple and carefully twisted himself out of his grip, making him express a weak whimper.

As Blaine was standing in the shower he tried deciding what he should tell Sebastian. He was all for honesty, but what good would it serve him to give him the entire truth when it would kill him like that?

He couldn't even figure out how to open to it. If he should do the classic "we need to talk" or if he should go with "I don't think we should be together anymore" - or if he simply should start out by apologizing for his horrible behavior.

"Mhm, you look morning hot like this," Kurt's voice sounded as his hands started sliding up Blaine's chest from behind. At first he was startled when he was suddenly pulled out of his stream of thoughts, but when he felt Kurt's wet, naked body pressed against his back it didn't mean much and all he needed was Kurt's closeness.

"I thought you were asleep," Blaine said and turned around with a step backwards to share the stream of water with Kurt, his hair and skin only damp and drizzled.

It was almost a mocking to be faced with that perfectly sculpted body, that sweet pale skin and dripping hair, as he was having such a dreadful event ahead of him, and he needed to keep his focus on that. How was he supposed to concentrate on a talk with Sebastian, when this image of Kurt would surely roam his mind for the rest of the day? The rest of his life.

The most incredible thing about this is that it is all mine. All of the beauty - he is mine. Mine to feel, mine to touch, mine to kiss and hold, Blaine reminded himself and couldn't stop a grin, but he didn't care.

He let his hand slide onto Kurt's back so he could pull him closer and kiss the slick skin of his neck, making Kurt express a silent hum.

"I was. But you left, and I can't sleep without you next to me," Kurt smiled into Blaine's hair where the curls had turned free and wet.

"I can't believe you just left me there. Thinking you could go to be naked in the room next to me without even inviting me to join you," he teased sweetly and kissed Blaine's earlobe.

"You're perfect. Flawless," Blaine mumbled into his hair.

"Hardly," Kurt muttered back, a dissatisfied tone simmering under the surface of his voice.

"But let's get you showered and ready to go. I don't wanna see you leave, but the sooner you do, the sooner you can get it over with," he smiled and pushed away a curl sticking to Blaine's forehead.

Blaine tried to put on a brave smile for him, but he knew that he failed. He could see in Kurt's eyes that he couldn't fool him, he knew how nervous, and possibly also scared, he was.

They started to get on with intimately washing each other off slowly, and after they both silently agreed that they had no reason to stay in the shower anymore they turned off the water and got out.

They had to go their separate ways at the station as their trains rolled in and it pained Blaine's heart, but it was mostly because he knew what was waiting for him, and by 12.03 he was at Sebastian's door.

He was paralyzed. He couldn't get his arm to move to the doorknob. He knew that Sebastian was expecting him; he had texted him before leaving home. He needed to do it, so he drew a heavy breath and opened the door.

When he entered the living room Sebastian was walking around in sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was wet and he had obviously just come from the shower. He looked tired, but happy, and Blaine was sure that it was possible to crush rocks on his chest.

Of course he has to look stunning. Just to make it that much easier, a sarcastic voice drew inside Blaine's head.

"Hey gorgeous. It feels so good to have you in my arms again," Sebastian moaned into his ear as he threw his arms around Blaine's waist and started kissing his neck. He smelled amazing and the skin on his naked back was soft and perfect as Blaine awkwardly returned his embrace.

This will be the last time I will ever hold him close like this, Blaine thought as he closed his eyes and inhaled his scent, making memories flow over him.

"I cannot tell you how much I have missed you. Let me feel your lips, baby," Sebastian crooned and caught Blaine's mouth. He massaged his lips against Blaine's, and Blaine felt like his brain was about to go into cramp.

He hurried to put his hands onto Sebastian's chest, but Sebastian's hands were on their way down to his ass, so Blaine did his best to pull away though Sebastian kept getting closer.

"Are you okay? Didn't you miss me?" Sebastian asked perplexed, his voice and eyes hurt as they took in Blaine's face.

"Yes. I did, but - there's something I wanna talk to you about, so could we…" Blaine tried but Sebastian turned sad.

"Blaine. We haven't seen each other for a week. Can't we just be together and then talk and be serious tomorrow or something? I just wanna enjoy being back with my beautiful boyfriend," Sebastian tried, his expression resembling a lost puppy.

Blaine had to look away. He let his arms drop and took a few steps backwards before he turned to go sit onthe couch, hoping Sebastian would see it as an indication and come join him.

He did. His face had turned grave, and he seemed like he was holding his breath. Blaine had a feeling that he was fearing the truth he didn't know was about to hit him.

"I uhm - I know that being with me haven't exactly been easy. I suck at being somebody's boyfriend, I just suck. But you have been so good and kind to me. You've never asked me about - my life before you, and I am so, so sorry. So I figured… now. I wanna tell you now," Blaine stammered, fighting strongly to keep tears out of his eyes and his voice steady. He wasn't sure where he was going with this, but he hoped that he would figure it out along the way.

"Uhm… alright. I think," Sebastian muttered with a nod and leaned back against the backrest, observing Blaine's face as he spoke and waited for him to begin his story.

"You know I grew up in an orphanage with Tina. What happened was - when I was three there was a fire. My parents and brother died. It took everything away. Except for me," he started out, guessing he might as well start with the beginning, and he could see that it was like things were starting to make sense to Sebastian, but he kept silent.

"I was in the hospital. Burned everywhere - but after a week I was taken to Silverlake. I was scared and I cried all the time. I missed my family and I kept having nightmares about the fire," he choked out, doing his best to avoid all kinds of eye contact.

"I am so sorry, babe. I had no idea, I just -" Sebastian started and folded his hand around Blaine's that was resting on his knee.

"So that's the… the nights you've been crying in your sleep, and you don't like fire and… I wish you would have told me. Let me be there for you when you had your bad dreams," he tried worried, but Blaine twisted his hand out of his grip to stop him.

"Please. Let me finish. I owe you this," Blaine pained out and Sebastian looked like he was about to cry.

Such an amazing guy wasted on me.

"I was so scared. Terrified. I didn't trust anyone and didn't talk to anyone - until one evening a boy came and talked to me alone. His name was Kurt and he became my best friend. We were inseparable. For around four years…"

Even though Kurt was back in his life, this time to stay, the memory was still excruciating. The thought of how he had gradually lost Kurt after his dad had showed up in Silverlake was one of the worst things he had ever experienced.

"What happened?" Sebastian wanted to know quietly, as if he was reading a thrilling novel and had to know what was about to happen next.

"He moved away. He was my best friend, the only person I had ever opened up to and trusted since my family died. It turned out he had a dad who had been looking for him, so when he found him he had to move to live with him. I had to stay," Blaine shrugged, doing his best not to let the terror of the memory take over his purpose of even stirring it up again.

"That is terrible. I knew you had a tough life, but it seems like everyone just kept abandoning you. Whether it was their fault or not. You know I would never leave you, right?" Sebastian ushered and moved a bit closer to Blaine on the couch, making him feel like he was going to suffocate.

"I became friends with Tina. Kurt and I sent letters to each other but one day it stopped. I don't know what happened, but it stopped. No more letters. I was heartbroken. I felt all alone in the world. Kurt had been my entire universe, my new family, and suddenly he was gone too."

"Blaine, I -"

"But then one day some miracle happened. A few months ago. He walked into the pub. Can you believe it? Out of the blue he was standing there staring at me like I had fallen from the sky right in front of him," Blaine told and he could feel that he was growing close to the moment he had been dreading for so long.

Sebastian's face lit up. He still seemed sad and moved by Blaine's horrifying tale of his childhood, but now it seemed like hope had joined his features, like he could see a chance of a happy ending in the horizon.

"Why didn't you tell me? We can have him over for dinner or something. Does he have a girlfriend? Cause he can bring her too then, and Tina and Mike. It will be fun," Sebastian said. He seemed a bit confused as to why Blaine had been hiding it from him, but he also seemed eager to do this for Blaine - to let his friend into their life together.

"You have given me so much. I am so overwhelmed by how much you care for me -"

"Love you! Blaine, I love you so much," Sebastian corrected him, and he felt his nerves grow colder under his skin.

"This love for me. How much you love me - I could never thank you enough for it. I don't deserve it," Blaine said and his pulse was rising. He had to stop himself from not grabbing for Sebastian, so when he moved to sit so close to Blaine that they nearly couldn't move he was on the edge of panic.

"Listen, no one in this world deserves to be loved the way you do. I have never loved anyone like you, and I can't. Blaine, babe, please marry me - I wanna be with you forever," Sebastian choked out and Blaine felt like a bucket of ice was dropped over his head.

Sebastian clearly hadn't meant to get it out that way. He seemed desperate to let Blaine know how much he loved him, and because of the revelation of the lack of love in Blaine's life apparently he couldn't hold himself back - but Blaine didn't doubt for a second that he had planned it for a long time.

"I'm sorry. I had this whole thing planned, with taking you to the opera and white roses everywhere and getting down on one knee and everything -" Sebastian started to apologize.

"I don't… I don't love you. I have tried so hard. I wish so badly that I could love you, but I can't… because I'm in love with Kurt. I always have been. I am so sorry," Blaine cried, and his cheeks were strained in tears.

Sebastian's hand grew stiff around Blaine's and confusion quickly painted his face. His eyes flickered around Blaine's every feature and he looked like he had been slapped in the face, or like he was uncertain whether he had missed the pun of a very obvious joke.

"What? I'm sorry - what? Why… I mean; so all of this has just been a joke? Us being together has just been some pastime because you couldn't find that… that Kurt guy?" He asked and stood up, staring down on Blaine with firm eyes.

"No, Sebastian - no. I care so much about you. I have loved being with you. You don't know how much I have tried forcing myself to loving you. I have loved every single second I have been with you," Blaine cried and got to his feet himself. He felt stupid to sit down. Motionless, cleared of all action, while the world was cracking around him.

"So - we had fun? We had a good time? It was nice to have someone to tell you that you were loved while you were looking for your Mister Right?" Sebastian said, his voice turning cold.

"No. That's not how it was. I didn't know that I felt like that. I… I thought that I just wasn't ready to love someone yet. I really thought I could love you," Blaine wailed, desperate to explain that he never intended to hurt him, never planned for this to happen.

"You were everything to me. My whole world," Blaine cried filled with despair.

"But I wasn't your Universe. You laid there in my bed, in my arms, kissing me, fucking me - while thinking of someone else. Wanting to be with someone else, even though the prick just left you. I am the only one who never left you, Blaine!" Sebastian thundered, pacing the floor at the other end of the room.

"That's not fair. It wasn't like that. I never lied to you, I never… I never thought about him when I was with you. I wanted you more than anything."

He felt like dropping to the floor and hoping for his body to dissolve into the hardwood floor. The world would surely be served better without him.

"Apparently not more than him," Sebastian spat out, and tears had sprung in his eyes that looked like coal in the living room that suddenly seemed cold and dark.

"Sebastian, please - I do love you, just not like…"

"I gave you everything. Everything you wanted, everything you needed. Everything, Blaine! I even bought you a freaking ring!" He shouted and got a box out of his pocket that he threw through the room.

A small, velvet box hit the wall with a bang and fell to the floor where it opened and showed a silver ring with three diamonds worked into the band where two black lines were twisting around each other around the silver band.

A ring. Someone actually loved him enough to buy him a ring in silver with diamonds as a symbol of their love for him - but he could never have accepted it because he could never have repaid his love.

He was nailed to the spot, staring down at the box where the ring looked like it was trying to get loose. He felt his tears silently drip to the floor but he couldn't do anything but sob.

"I am so sorry. Please don't hate me. Sebastian, please -"

"I think you should go now, Blaine. Leave your key," Sebastian said, his voice filled with ice cold acid.

"Please," Blaine begged again, not knowing what he was planning to say, or even why. He didn't have a right to ask Sebastian for anymore, he had asked him for enough.

"Now, Blaine! I can't… I can't stand to look at you."

His voice broke and he started crossing the floor towards Blaine. He didn't know why, but he instinctively took a step back. He twisted the key to Sebastian's apartment out of his others and put it on the table before he headed down the hall.

"Here," Sebastian said as Blaine started to open the door. He turned around and was met by Sebastian's lips against his.

It felt like the night Blaine had first realized the butterflies in his stomach when Sebastian touched him. The way his lips were soft and gentle on Blaine's, and his hand was caressing his with a thumb stroking his cheekbone, even his tongue felt like he was trying to memorize every, single detail of the feeling of Blaine's kiss.

"I really do love you. I don't know if this… Kurt - loves you too. But if you ever… if you ever find that you miss me, that you might love me after all - I could never stop loving you. I don't care about everything else, my job, my apartment, my anything - all I ever wanted was for you to love me, and marry me, and have kids with me. Grow old with me. That's the only dream I've had since I met you at Mike's birthday two years ago," Sebastian said softly through tears strolling down his face.

He wasn't forceful anymore, he didn't seem angry - he was crushed, an empty broken shell of the person Blaine knew so well.

"I just want you to be happy, Blaine. You deserve to be happy. Go have my dream with Kurt, if he makes you happy. Just know that he could never love you like I do," Sebastian said and pecked his lips softly, before he opened the door and Blaine knew that it was his cue to leave.

"Please don't forget me," he begged as Blaine started to walk out the door.

"I never could," he cried back.

"Please love someone else. I just want you to be loved the way I couldn't love you," Blaine begged.

"I'll never forget you either, gorgeous." Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Blaine to disappear down the hall and out of his life, but he didn't - he turned around and threw his arms around Sebastian one last time.

"I have always loved you. I just wish I could love you like you love me," Blaine whimpered and kissed his neck, but Sebastian pushed him away with a force Blaine didn't know he possessed.

"Just go, Blaine! Leave!" He roared at him.

xXx

Tina was by his side right away. He broke down in her lap where she rocked him back and forth, stroke his hair and kissed his neck all night. She hummed to him, sang silent tunes she knew that he loved, and did her best to comfort him, but the tears kept coming.

Even when the sun set and his room grew dark around them she didn't get up to so much as turn on the light. She stayed with her arms locked around him, ready to hand him Kleenex and return his embrace if he needed it.

His muscles were aching and his throat was sore from sobbing. He expected his eyes to go blind, and his body to stop working, but the tears kept flowing and his lungs kept struggling to keep him alive.

"Shhh, sweetheart. You did the right thing. It wasn't fair to either of you to be together like that. I know it hurts, but it was the way it was supposed to go," Tina cooed into his hair.

She finally got him to move to lie on the bed instead of the awkward position he had stayed in with his head resting in her lap and his arms around her waist.

She helped him get his chinos and socks off, and made him lie under the covers before she pulled the hoodie off him as well.

"Blaine. What's this?" She asked as he was curled up under the sheets, sure his ribs might break.

She climbed into the bed next to him, sitting on her knees and turned on the lamp on the nightstand, the light achingly burning into his sore eyes.

The box. She was holding the velvet box in her hand, presenting it for him as if she had never seen such a thing before.

"I - this…" He couldn't get a sentence out. Words wouldn't cooperate and his vocabulary seemed to have been flushed down the toilet.

She drew a heavy sigh and obviously faced her defeat. She sat the box on the nightstand and let herself slide down on the pillow to fold her arms back around him so he could cry into her chest, soaking her dress but she didn't care - she simply returned to hum soothing sounds in his ear and caress his back and shoulders gently.