The next Saturday, Kurt kept to his promise. He showed up to the bar the same time as last week. He made his way to the bar and to the empty stool next to Blaine. He already had a beer and ordered one for Kurt when he sat down.

“So, how was your week?” Blaine asked.

“Awful...I had to go to work and face everybody. They all asked me what happened and wouldn't drop it...”

“I'm sorry. You think they would have let it go.”

“Once they did they stared at me. As if they were waiting for me to snap and yell and curse them all,” Kurt replied.

“Why didn't you?”

“That's not me. I let people walk all over me and push me around like I'm nothing.”

“You shouldn't let anybody do that. You're better than that,” Blaine said looking over at him. His hazel eyes seemed earnest enough and Kurt sighed and took a sip of his beer.

“Enough about me. How was your week?” Kurt asked.

“Same old.”

“Wait! I don't even know what you do!” Kurt asked. Blaine laughed as he shook his head. The laugh was light and hearty, melodic in a way and Kurt wondered if he could sing. Kurt could get used to the sound of his laughter. Blaine took a drink of his beer and looked at him and answered his question.

“Believe it or not, I'm in law school. I intern at Wright and Shiffer. Just a few more years and I hope to work with them full time.”

“Good luck.”

“Aren't you a writer, if I remember correctly?” Blaine asked.

“I write for The New York Times.”

“That's right! Andrew was telling me about what you do. I was surprised you were a writer but if you love something, you love something.”

“I never thought about making it a career but I did. It wasn't my first choice.”

“What was?” Blaine asked curiously.

“Broadway. I got declined from NYADA though. So, I took up journalism and here I am.”

Kurt looked down at his beer and took a longer drink. He needed to wash away the events of the past week and he didn't know how else he could.

“So, what's bothering you?” Blaine asked.

“Nothing's bothering me. Why do you ask?”

“I can tell. Something is bothering you. You know you can talk to me. Don't feel like you can't,” Blaine told him reaching over and placing his hand over Kurt's. He felt the tears slip down his cheeks and he looked down at the beer in his other hand.

“I work with Ryan. That's how we met.”

“Did he bother you?”

“Some what...” Kurt said shrugging.

“What did he do?”

“Just asked to talk to me and say that he was sorry and loved me. I told him to go away repeatedly. He didn't listen and then tried to get me to quit.”

He looked up into Blaine's hazel eyes and felt the shudders go through his body and realized he was crying. The next thing he knew, strong arms wrapped around him and he was being pulled up. He blindly walked beside Blaine as they walked into the spring air of New York City. Blaine and him moved to the side and Blaine hugged him tightly. His fingers curled into Blaine's shirt and he held him.

“Why am I never good enough? Why don't I matter?” Kurt said as he cried. Blaine's hold on him tightened a little more.

“You are good enough and you matter...you just need to find the person that can see that in you.”

“I thought I had found him...”

“He was never worth your time. If he truly loved you he would never have had an affair.”

The truth of it all hit him like a punch in the gut. Ryan never loved him and the wedding was him just trying to keep two fuck buddies. Obviously, the other guy had known about Kurt and that's what hurt even more. He was glad it wasn't somebody he knew or worked with though. Working with Ryan was enough for one lifetime.

“Come on...let me take you home,” Blaine said pulling away. His hands held Kurt's face gently and he used his thumbs to rid of the tears. Kurt sniffled, feeling disgusting and like a wreck, and used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to walk me home?” Kurt asked.

“Of course. Come on,” Blaine said smiling kindly at him and letting Kurt lead. It wasn't far to his complex and he let Blaine into the building first. They took the elevator up to Kurt's floor. When the doors opened Blaine let him out and he made his way to his apartment. There was one problem.

Ryan was standing right outside his door.

He stopped walking and Blaine looked at him concerned. Ryan spotted them and smiled at Kurt. He felt his insides twisting and it was like last week all over again. Except this time when he didn't want Ryan around he was there. Blaine's fingers laced with his and he looked down confused but then Blaine started walking down the hallway.

“You have somebody new already? Wow...and you complained about me.”

“Go away, Ryan. I told you. We're done and you need to move on. I'm not taking you back and I'm not quitting my job.”

“Kurt...please...give me a chance. I'll make it up to you and we can be happy once more.”

“What happened to your fuck buddy?”

“He moved away. He got a better job offer and took it.”

“Nice lie. Why didn't you go?”

“My home is with you, baby,” Ryan said reaching out to Kurt as he opened his door. Blaine moved Kurt into the apartment and turned around grabbing Ryan's wrist and twisting it behind his back.

“I'm a black belt in karate and I've taken boxing lessons. I suggest you get out of here. Now,” Blaine hissed. Kurt watched as Ryan struggled but got no where. Blaine let him go and pushed him away from the door. Blaine closed the door and latched it. Kurt didn't realize he was on the floor until Blaine kneeled down to look him in his eyes. Kurt got a good look of him now. Blaine had little curls on his head, definitely worked out, and his eyes were even brighter.

“Are you okay?” Blaine asked. Worry was evident in his eyes as he looked at Kurt and rested a hand on his cheek. He nodded and looked down and wiped the tears away.

“I'm sorry for locking your door and coming in here with you. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“It's okay. You didn't...I just didn't expect him here,” Kurt said moving his hand up to Blaine's and smiling. After a few minutes of holding Kurt and making sure he was calm Blaine broke the silence.

“As long as you don't want me here and you say you're okay, I think I'm going to take off. I'll make sure he's gone from this area. Get some sleep,” Blaine said standing up and pulling him up with him. His hand moved from Kurt's face and he turned to leave.

“Blaine...?”

The man turned and looked back at him.

“Yes?”

“Thank you. It means a lot that you did that for me.”

“Anytime,” Blaine said and he left he apartment. Kurt hurried over to latch the door up. He turned around and let a small smile spread on his lips. He moved to his bedroom and changed into his pajamas. When he checked his pants pockets he found a folded up piece of paper. When he opened it on it was written 'call or text me if you need me -Blaine' with his number under the note. Kurt smiled and added the number into his iPhone. He quickly sent a text saying it was him and put a thank you at the end. He laid down that night feeling slightly better and hoping that it would only get better.