It had been two weeks since Kurt’s 21st birthday; it had also been two weeks since Kurt had spoken to Blaine. Blaine had left almost immediately after he stormed out of the kitchen and he didn’t say goodbye to any one. If it hadn’t of been for Tina asking why Blaine had left Kurt wouldn’t have know he was gone.

After that day Kurt tried calling Blaine but there was no answer, ever. He tried calling, texting, email he even sent a letter but still there was nothing. For all Kurt knew Blaine had just dropped of the face of the Earth. Kurt started to worry about his friend hoping that he was ok. This worry started to escalate when Blaine didn’t answer his front door. “Blaine where are you?” Kurt asked himself as he banged his head on Blaine’s door. He slowly slid down so he was sat on the floor. After about five minutes of Kurt staring at the wall Blaine’s neighbour walked out her door. “Kurt my dear, what on earth are you doing on the floor?” The old woman looked at him quizzically knowing that Kurt would not sit on the floor for fun. Kurt smiled sadly at the old woman.

Her name was Mrs Welch and Kurt and Blaine had gotten to know her quite well over the past two years. She must have been about 75 and she was one of the sweetest people Kurt had ever met. “I was looking for Blaine Mrs Welch, he hasn’t been answering my calls or anything and I started to worry so I popped over but it looks like he’s not in.” Kurt sighed as he banged his head against the door again. Of course he’s not in you silly goose,” the old woman chuckled, ”It’s a Tuesday which means Blaine is working at the restaurant until closing!”

“Yes oh my god I completely forgot! Thank you so much Mrs Welch!” Kurt jumped up quickly and gave the kind-hearted woman a hug. Before she could give any kind of response Kurt was running down the hall to the stairs, as the lift would take to long. “Bye Mrs Welch” he called as he ran down the stair well.

Blaine felt shit. His heart was broken and he was ignoring the only person that could fix it. It had been two weeks since he had spoken to Kurt and he missed him terribly, some times he went to call Kurt but he always stopped and mentally slapped him self.

“Blaine what are you doing! You know that it’s best not to talk to Kurt. For both your sakes! You are in love with him for gods sake and doesn’t feel the same way, you’d just be kidding your self.”

“But what if I just called to see if he was ok? And tell him that I’m alive? And to hear his angel like voice”
“No don’t do this to yourself Blaine you deserve better! You deserve someone who loves you back.”
*Sigh* “I guess you’re right”

This inner battle happened most nights and after he had convinced himself it was the right thing to do Blaine would just sit on his couch, watch TV and eat ice cream thinking about what Kurt would say if he saw him now. But then of course he got another telling off from the ‘sensible’ part of his brain.

It was a Tuesday and Blaine had the late shift at the restaurant. He was stood behind the bar drying glasses and organising the bottles when he saw Kurt crossing the street.

“Holy shit fuck shit!” He quickly ducked behind the bar leaning closely to the wall. His co-worker Maxine looked at and laughed. “What on earth are you doing down there, B you’re supposed to be cleaning glasses not the floor.”

“Max shut up and stop looking at me. Kurt is coming and I just can’t talk to him yet!”  Max gave a knowing nod and went back to cleaning the bar.

Max knew all about the story she had been there since the beginning after all. Well not the very beginning but she was there when Blaine finally acknowledged he had feelings for Kurt. She had gone to high school with both Kurt and Blaine and she was Blaine’s Mercedes. She was his best friend outside of him and Kurt, and he told her everything so she knew all about what happened at Kurt’s party.

She was also Kurt’s friend so she wasn’t taking sides, she did think that Blaine was being a little unfair but who was she to judge.

Soon Kurt was walking through the door shaking off the snow that had started falling while he was walking. “Hey Kurt” Max called from the bar. Kurt’s head whipped round from searching the bar to find the short blonde stood cleaning glasses. “Hey Max Blaine isn’t around is he? I wouldn’t normally interrupt his work it’s just he’s been avoiding my calls and I’m worried about him” The tome of sadness in his voice was unmistakable Max felt sorry for the poor boy. His best friend was ignoring him and he had no idea why. “I’m really sorry Kurt he’s just left, Manager wanted him to do some deliveries.” Kurt’s face dropped and he started to walk back to the door. “Kurt, he is ok you know. Not as good as he could be though. Something’s up and he’s just been, well not Blaine. I keep trying to get him to tell me but all he keeps saying is ‘I need time.’ I’ sorry Kurt.”

“It’s ok Max, I’m sure I’ll see him soon.” His voice cracked at the end and tried to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks but he failed. He hoped that Max hadn’t seen but she had and her heart broke for him.

When Kurt had gotten in a cab Max pulled Blaine up from he counter and hit him hard on the arm.

 “Blaine seriously how could you do this to Kurt! He’s your closest friend and you are just freezing him out. Bad show Blaine, bad show”

“I know Max and I hate myself for it but it’s what’s best because it’s not fair on me! I have to put myself first because I deserve someone who feels the same way about me!” 

“He does feel the same way and even if he doesn’t, which he does, that is no excuse for making him cry.”

“He doesn’t feel the same way! He was drunk when he told me and… Wait Kurt was crying?”

“Yep and you did it too him. He is worried about you Blaine and I’m pretty sure he misses you. A lot.”

Blaine sunk down onto the floor and put his head in his hands. “What am I going to do Max?”

“You could call him? Give him an explanation he deserves at least that.”

“You’re right. I have you unblock his number first and I’ll do it tomorrow “ Max gave him a disapproving look. “What I couldn’t face all his calls and texts so I blocked it”

“What ever just make sure you do it before it’s to late.” And with that they got back to work, although Blaine was a little too distracted to do anything properly.

After Kurt left the restaurant he got into a cab and just drove off. After giving his address to the driver he stared out the window and let the tears flow freely down his cheeks. He saw the cab driver look at his questioningly and he looked as he was going to ask a question when Kurt’s phone rang. It was Carole, which was odd because Carole never calls past 8 and it was 9:30.

“ Hey Carole what’s up?”

“Kurt it’s your father. He’s had a heart attack.”