The next day as Kurt was on the internet he saw the headline. He clicked on it and saw the photos. There was one of him and Blaine in the cafe, one with them walking down the street, and one with Kurt leaving his house. There were no pictures of hand holding or kissing but the headline suspected a secret relationship. 

“Shit,” Kurt muttered. He and Blaine really didn't need the attention on them right now. But, everybody figured out who Kurt was in the photos in the comments. He quickly text Blaine the news and Blaine said if they ask then they just say Kurt's his manager now. It's not that far from the truth. The only problem was when they were boarding their flight to the east coast people hounded them and Blaine instinctively pulled him closer.

“You shouldn't be doing this...” Kurt said.

“I don't care anymore. Let's just get on and let them speculate,” Blaine said. Kurt nodded and they got on the plane and to their seats. It was a private jet that Blaine's parents owned for their business trips and had let Blaine use for now. They sat in silence for a while and had water as they flew to the other side of the country. 

Nothing had gone wrong at all. Not until a few weeks later after his concert in New York City. Kurt was happy to go to their fancy hotel but Blaine had other plans. Back stage the photographers were asking them questions they ignored and finally they were leaving.

“I'm going out to a party with some people. Want to join?” Blaine asked.

“No, I really need some sleep,” Kurt replied, shaking his head. He'd noticed Blaine out late after concerts but he tried to brush it off. Him and Blaine walked down the city sidewalk until Blaine left him at the hotel. Kurt went up to their room, calling Quinn as he went. 

“He's out again, Quinn. What the hell do I do about him?” he said when she picked up.

“Oh, Kurt. I don't know. Have you talked to him?”

“Multiple times. And, I'll even say I just want to go lay down with you by my side and he says he'll be back later. I think there's more to this than we think Quinn. I think he may have picked up another nasty habit than alcohol.”

“I doubt it...who was at the concert?” she asked.

“You know, the usual. This time there was a lot of Broadway stars and that guy he was rumored to be dating. I don't know why he was here but he was. He also gave me nasty looks all night.”

“Well, you and Blaine are all over the head lines, Kurt. I think he wants Blaine but he's not getting what he wants.”

“Well, he's not getting him. Look, I'm going to go...I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Kurt,” she said. He replied and hung up his phone. He changed into just a pair of sweat pants and laid down on the bed. Too many things were on his mind to sleep. When the door finally opened he looked up to see Blaine stumbling in. He walked over to Kurt and kissed him gently. Kurt recoiled at the smell and taste of the alcohol.

“Come on, Blaine, get in bed,” Kurt said standing up and helping him change. He silently thanked him and then laid down. Kurt laid next to him and pulled the blankets up around them. He draped an arm over Blaine and kissed the back of his neck. This was not how he wanted to live with Blaine.

The next morning, his alarm set to get him up before Blaine, came to quickly. He got up and got the bottle of water from the micro fridge and the bottle of aspirin he kept in his suitcase. He went back to the bed and slowly shook Blaine awake. He opened his eyes and instantly closed them again. 

“Fucking, migraine,” Blaine muttered.

“Oh, I'm sure it hurts. Either way, you keep doing this to yourself.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said taking the bottle and pills from him. Kurt nodded and got up from the bed and got himself a bottle of water.

“Are we going out to eat today?” Kurt asked. Blaine sat up in bed and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and looked over at Kurt. He wanted to hit Blaine for what he did to himself. He didn't how to get through to him and he feared he might be too late. 

“We can. I promised you that much,” Blaine said looking at him apologetically.

“Blaine?”

The hazel eyes looked back to his and a knowing look spread through them.

“You need to stop this...and if rehab is the way to go then...you need to do it.”

“I don't need rehab. I've kicked this on my own. I can do it again,” Blaine said standing up and walking towards him.

“No. You can't do it on your own anymore. You've gone back to it so many times and I'm sick of it!” Kurt said. He was starting to lose his temper with Blaine. That was the last thing he wanted right now.

“I can, Kurt. I have you back in my life. I have something to stop for!”

“We've been on this tour for months. Have you stopped? No. You've kept it up.”

“We go out for drinks, what can I say.”

“It's every night! Come on, if you really wanted to stop you would have by now. As your manager, and someone who really loves you, I scheduled an appointment for you to meet with someone at an out patient rehab center. Blaine...you need it. Don't tell me you don't.”

“I don't.”

“I love you, Blaine! I want to stay with you! I want to be with you forever but...not like this. I love you more than you think. I just...I can't take it. Please, for me. For us. Because, if you don't do this there will be no more us,” Kurt said. Blaine's expression was sad then surprised and right when Kurt finished he broke down in tears and sunk to the floor. Kurt was by his side instantly and holding him close. He kissed his head and sighed. Kurt let his own tears fall and held Blaine tightly.

“I'm sorry...” Blaine mumbled over and over. Kurt's heart broke at the broken sobs from him. Kurt knew he was sorry but this had to end.