My name is Luka

I live on the second floor

I live upstairs from you

Yes, I think you've seen me before.

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Kurt rang the doorbell to their apartment, not wanting to walk in on any surprises that Blaine might have planned. Blaine had been really secretive all week; Kurt suspected he was going to propose. He had never been very good at lying. Blaine pulled the door open, and Kurt almost gasped at the sight in front of him. Blaine looked terrible; his hair was messed up, his face pale and drawn. Kurt immediately flocked to his boyfriend's side.

"Blaine, are you ok? Are you sick? Do you need to lie down, come on, I'll take you to our room…"

Blaine raised his hand, not quite meeting Kurt's gaze.

"Kurt… We need to talk."

Kurt nodded, and followed Blaine into the living room, his stomach flipping over nervously. What on earth would he need to talk about? Blaine sat down, and Kurt copied him, perching uncertainly on the end of the couch. He searched his boyfriend's face for any sign of what was going on, and found none. Blaine finally met his eyes, and Kurt saw they were swimming with tears. He felt his stomach drop. This wasn't going to be good.

"Kurt… I can't do this anymore."

The words stung Kurt, as if Blaine had slapped him round the face.

"It's not that I don't love you, it's just… I can't be with you."

Kurt felt tears welling up in his eyes, and found he couldn't swallow, let alone breathe.

"W-why?"

Blaine seemed to be struggling to hold back his own tears.

"I can't explain… I'm sorry. Y-you… need to leave."

Kurt felt his heart break in two. He pulled himself to his feet, feeling his legs wobble underneath him as he ran for the door. All he heard from Blaine was quiet sobbing as he slammed the door of their apartment, and shutting him out of his life.

As soon as he shut the door to their apartment, he felt his legs give way underneath him, and he collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor. This had to be a dream. Why would Blaine dump him? What did he do wrong? Maybe that's why Blaine had been so distant; he wasn't going to propose, he was going to dump him.

I'm such an idiot, Kurt thought. He never loved me.

After what felt like an hour of continual sobbing, Kurt pulled himself to his feet and ran down the stairs, tears clouding his vision. He needed to talk to someone, but didn't think any of his friends would understand. Sure, Rachel and Finn were married now, but they weren't each other's first boyfriend or girlfriend.

Blaine was the only person he could, or would ever picture spending the rest of his life with.

As soon as he got out of their apartment building, he scanned the street for a bar. Normally, Kurt didn't approve of drowning your sorrows, but tonight, he felt it was necessary. Spotting a bar across the street, he crossed the road and entered it.

It was dingy and dark, and the air was full of smoke, despite the fact that the bar clearly banned smoking inside. He made a beeline for the bar, ordering a vodka shot and downing it instantly. He ordered one shot after another, ignoring the judging looks from the bartender. The man didn't even ask what was wrong with Kurt; just passed him shot after shot until Kurt was on the verge of unconsciousness.

Kurt spun round, eyeing up the rest of the people in the bar. It was practically empty, apart from a few women sat in the corner. No one he could talk to. The only man he really wanted to talk to was Blaine. Fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out his phone, pressing number 1. Blaine's speed dial.

The phone rang a few times before it was picked up.

"Hello?" Blaine's voice was thick, as if he'd been crying.

"H-hey bayyybeee… It's Kurt."

"Kurt? Are you drunk?"

"So, so what if I'm drunk? Y-you break my heart, you don't h-have any control over me anymore Blaine Anderson! And you know what? I don't care! You don't love me anymore? Fine!"

"Kurt, ring Finn to pick you up. You should stay with him and Rachel for a while."

Kurt suddenly burst into tears, leaning on the bar for support. "Why did you dump me? I thought you wanted to marry me! I th-thought we would get married, and have lots and lots of sex and babies and live in a little cottage by the sea and grow old together and sit in a porch swing in an old person's home. Did you stop loving me? I'm such an i-idiot. Y-you never loved me, did you? I was j-just making it up in my head the entire time!" He began to bash his head against the bar. "Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!"

"Kurt! Stop!"

Kurt stopped bashing his head, and lay against the bar, sobbing hysterically.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I really am. I-I just can't. I'll call Finn to pick you up."

And with that, he hung up. Kurt picked up his phone and threw it across the bar. It hit the wall and smashed, falling to the floor. The bartender opened his mouth to say something to the sobbing boy, but shut it again. There was no use talking to hysterical drunks. Kurt began to down more and more shots, just as a tall, attractive man sat on the stool beside him.

The bartender looked at the man with an apologetic look.

"Sorry about this guy. I think his boyfriend just dumped him."

The tall man turned to Kurt, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Sorry to hear, man. My name's Alex."

Kurt swallowed, trying to get rid of the permanent lump in his throat. "Kurt."

Alex smiled, placing his hands on Kurt's knees. Kurt was shocked by his forwardness.

"So what happened?"

Kurt felt tears well up in his eyes again, pressing his face to the bar surface. "My boyfriend of 6 years dumped me. On our anniversary."

The man's face contorted into a sympathetic smile, taking Kurt's hands in his own.

"Why don't you come back to mine for a drink? You can tell me all about it."

The sober part of Kurt's brain told him it was a bad idea, but that was overruled by the severely pissed part. He just wanted some company right now.

"S-sure."

This happened to Kurt nearly 3 times a week for the next two months. He'd go to a bar, get pissed and end up sleeping with a random guy. The following morning, he'd grab his shoes and bag from the foot of the guy's bed and sneak out, ignoring the blinding pain in his head.

His self-esteem was at an all time low.

One night, he was in the very same bar that he went to on the night Blaine broke his heart. He was on the wrong side of tipsy, and had just ordered another drink when a tall, muscular man entered. He was quite attractive, with dirty blonde hair and icy blue eyes. The man took the seat next to Kurt, smiling at him as he did. He was obviously slightly drunk already, because he stuck a hand out in Kurt's direction.

"I'm Josh."

"Kurt."

The exchange happened in much the same way as the others. Kurt went back to Josh's apartment, and the two slept together, just like every other night. However, the morning after was different, and not in a good way.

Just as Kurt was sneaking out of the room, Josh began to stir. Kurt froze, not wanting to be caught running away from the man.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Kurt felt himself blush.

"I-I…"

Josh climbed out of bed and walked towards Kurt, an evil glint in his eyes.

"You're staying here with me. I bet you have nowhere better to be. Who else would want to be with you?"

Certainly not Blaine, Kurt thought bitterly. Kurt felt so crappy about himself that he spent the entire day with Josh, and it soon appeared to Kurt that they were dating.

Kurt ignored the occasional punches and kicks that he received from Josh. Whatever kept him from being alone.

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Kurt woke up once again with tears streaming down his face. So Blaine had dumped him… And he still didn't know why. Blaine had told him the other day that he still had feelings for him; he'd kissed him for Gods sake. So what happened?

For obvious reasons, he felt seriously angry. Blaine had just broken his heart, and didn't even give him a reason? After 6 years together, surely he deserved that? Just as his anger for Blaine was increasing, his phone began to ring.

You make me

Feel like I'm living a

Teenage Dream

The way you turn me on

Kurt was hesitant, but picked it up anyway, knowing it probably wouldn't make him feel much better.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kurt! I was just wondering if you wanted to go and grab some coffee. I wanted to ask you how your work was going."

Kurt felt anger bubble up inside him. "No, thank you Blaine." He drawled sarcastically.

Blaine felt as if he'd been slapped. Where was this sudden sarcasm coming from? "What's the matter, Kurt? What did I do?"

"You broke my heart."

Shit, he remembered the break up. Before Blaine could explain himself, the dial tone sounded in his ears.

Fuck.

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Blaine turned to Louise with a depressed expression on his face.

"He remembered the breakup."

Louise looked at her brother with a cynical look on her face.

"So go and tell him why you dumped him, idiot!"

Blaine picked up his bag and ran out the door as quickly as he could.

Starting his car, he began the short journey to Kurt's apartment, planning what he was going to say. What if Kurt is still pissed even after he knows the true story? Of course he wouldn't be, he'd be grateful that Blaine saved his life. But what about Josh? Kurt couldn't just dump him, as much as Blaine wanted him to.

His thoughts carried him all the way to Kurt's apartment. He quickly stopped off to buy Kurt a bouquet of his favourite flowers; lilies. Kurt had once told him that even though the flowers were supposedly associated with death, they reminded him of his Mom. They smelt like her. He began to ascend the stairs to Kurt's apartment, stopping on the last staircase below Kurt's floor.

His eyes travelled to a small patch of red tinge at the bottom. The stairs were ridiculously steep and old, but Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from the patch. If Blaine hadn't broken up with Kurt, he wouldn't have been hurt. Then again, he might have been hurt even more.

Tearing his eyes away from the floor, he ascended the last flight of stairs. Nearing Kurt's apartment, he could hear muffled shouts from behind the door. The door was slightly ajar, as if someone was just about to go out and had been sidetracked.

As soon as he reached the door, the voices became clearer and Blaine could hear everything the two were saying. Josh and Kurt were arguing.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Out. Why does it matter to you?" Blaine could hear the agitation in Kurt's voice.

"You're going out with Blaine again, aren't you?"

"There's nothing going on between me and Blaine. He's my friend, nothing more. Just… Let me go."

Blaine's face clouded with worry. Kurt sounded so defeated.

"I already told you. You're not going anywhere. You're mine, Kurt. I can control where you go, what you do; you know the consequences if you don't do what I say."

Blaine flinched, and could hear the fear in Kurt's voice as he attempted to stop his voice from shaking.

"What are you going to do Josh? Hit me again? Just like you do every single time I don't do something you say?"

Blaine's blood ran cold. Josh hit him? What a lying, deceitful bastard who can just go to…

His thoughts were interrupted as Josh began to speak once more. "Watch yourself Kurt. You cross on the wrong side of me and you may find that you're falling down the stairs more often than not. I obviously just didn't push you hard enough last time to get the message into your thick skull."

Kurt was stunned into silence and Blaine felt his stomach turn. Josh pushed him down the stairs. Blaine's blood boiled and he stormed into Kurt's apartment with only one purpose in mind; kicking Josh's ass.

"HEY!"

Kurt and Josh spun round in surprise. Kurt had tearstains marking his face, smudging his cover up, revealing the purple bruises under his eyes. Blaine felt extremely protective over the boy, and now wanted to kick Josh's ass even more.

"You pushed Kurt down the stairs? I wonder how the Police would feel about that…" He clenched his fists and walked towards Josh, anger coursing through his veins.

Kurt looked terrified and ran towards Blaine, pulling him away from Josh.

"Blaine, please. Don't."

Josh's eyes narrowed at the two and he clenched his fists, stepping into Blaine's personal space. "Step away from my boyfriend."

Blaine held his ground. "I'm not going anywhere. You belong in jail, not here. You don't deserve Kurt, and you treat him like shit. I think you should leave."

Josh's mouth turned up in a malicious sneer. "What makes you think I'm going anywhere? Kurt is mine. What, are you still in love with him Anderson? Why do you think he'd want you? I'm the only person that will truly love him."

Kurt was practically shaking from fright.

"Actually, I am in love with him."

That shocked the entire room. Kurt gaped at Blaine in shock. If he loved him, why did he break up with him?

"And I suggest you leave, before I call the Police and get you arrested for attempted murder."

Josh smiled smugly, leaving Kurt and Blaine both confused. Why was he smiling? Kurt realized before Blaine did, and attempted to warn him.

"Blaine, look out!"

Blaine spun round in shock, only to be met with Josh's fist. Blaine fell to the floor in agony, and Josh began to kick him repeatedly. Kurt watched as Blaine screamed in agony, frozen to the spot in fear.

A rush of adrenaline ran through Kurt, and he threw himself at Josh, knocking him to the floor. Josh looked up in shock, and Kurt jammed a perfectly polished designer shoe into Josh's crotch, causing him to double over in pain.

Kurt leant down until he was inches away from Josh's face.

"Leave. Now. Or I will tell the Police that you were the one that pushed me down the stairs and you'll be staring through a barred window for the rest of your life."

Josh gulped and pulled himself to his feet, running for the door. He knew that the Police would believe Kurt over Blaine any day, especially if Kurt told them he'd remembered the event.

Kurt turned to Blaine, worry etched on his face. He knelt down in front of Blaine, pushing the curls away from his forehead.

"Are you ok? Blaine? Can you hear me?"

Blaine grasped the front of Kurt's t-shirt, pulling him down and pressing their lips together. They both felt fireworks.

Kurt pulled back, flustered, feeling himself blush. "I'll take that as a yes."

Blaine laughed, pressing his lips to Kurt's again. Sure, he still had to explain the reason they broke up to Kurt, and Kurt was still on the long road to recovery, but they were on their way.

And he had just the idea to make Kurt feel better again. He just needed to call Rachel Berry.