Hey, Blaine, I just got back to the apartment.  Where are you?

Blaine?  It’s like quarter after 6, where are you?

I’m starting to get worried.

Blaine, we had a date, remember?  Dinner, movie, walk in the park...

Okay, it’s almost 8.  We’ve missed our reservation.

“Kurt... hi”

“It’s been a while since we’ve spoken face to face.  If we ever even spoke at all.”

“It has.  I... how are you?”

Blaine nervously fidgets with his phone before putting it in his pocket.

Kurt also fidgets with his phone

“I’ve been better.  I’ve been worse.  How about yourself?”

“I’ve been better.”

Blaine pauses.

“I’m glad you’re … mediocre?”

“Mediocre works.  You’re not doing too well, then?  What’s wrong”

Kurt purposefully plays dumb

“I think you’re well aware of what’s wrong, Kurt.  What’s going on here?  I... I don’t know what to say.”

Blaine looks from Kurt to the ground to Kurt and off to the side.

“I’m not aware of what’s wrong.  Maybe you should enlighten me.”

“Can we walk?”

“Sure.  Which way?  Back into the park?”

Blaine nods and turns back the direction that they came, motioning with his elbow (his hand is in his pocket) for Kurt to come along.

“I think I need to formally apologize.  Really, I mean, I tried to donate ten dollars to you.  It’s obvious I’m not all there.”

Kurt follows a half step behind Blaine

“I’m the one who kept texting back.  If anything, I’m the ma-grasshopper.  Seriously, though, I don’t quite know who has to apologise for what at this point,”

“You have a point.  Should I call myself Mr. President, or are we past that point?”

Blaine looks at the ground while he’s walking, glancing back at Kurt. His voice is very sarcastic as he tries to make light of an awkward situation.

“I don’t know.  I don’t even know where we’re at anymore.”

“We’re at the corner of 5th Avenue and 27th Street.”

“I can see that, Blaine.”

Blaine continues walking.

“I can hardly see anything through all this snow.”

“That is true.  There’s so much snow.  It’s horrible.”

“Oh, it is not.  It’s... beautiful.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  And this beholder isn’t impressed.”

“Come on, look at the way it clings to the trees in the park.  And everything gets so quiet.  It’s just like one of those little snowglobe things.”

“I think we had this discussion days ago.  I don’t like snow.  Or winter in general.”

“Well, alright then.  Let’s walk in the park, and then you can explain everything that you said you were going to explain.”

“Alright.  But you have to promise not to interrupt, for any reason, until I’m finished talking.”

“I promise.”

Blaine’s words are sincere as he looks up to Kurt, expectantly.

“Okay.  Thank you.  So.  When you first texted me, I was so happy to have a friend to talk to who didn’t know everything about me, you know?  Texting you was safe.  Seb didn’t have a problem with it, even when he found out, and Rachel was... well... Rachel.  But then everything started to change and I started to realize that I knew you.  The day you told me you went to Dalton, I freaked out because that meant you were someone I knew.  And what was worse, you were someone who I didn’t like.  But I kept on texting you.  And then I got confused because I knew I was texting you, but you didn’t know it was me, and Seb got upset that I was texting you, and things were blown out of proportion, and Rachel threw a fit.  But it still felt right texting you.  Despite me knowing you were you, I still felt safe.  But Wes... he threw me off again.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m really confused.  And earlier, when I disappeared and said that I was saving my apartment or whatever it was, I was in Starbucks.  And I was crying.  Because this whole thing is messed up.  We’ve grown too close for being accidental mistexts.  We shouldn’t even be talking to each other.  I shouldn’t have answered your first text.  But I did.  And now... I don’t know, Blaine.  I just... I’m so confused.  I love Sebastian.  But I... feel safe with you.  And now I’m out of breath...”

Somewhere around when Kurt admitted that he was at Starbucks, crying, Blaine’s eyebrows scrunch together, and a guilty look appears on his face.

“Kurt... I... When I started texting you, I never intended to start a conversation.  Or to make friends with you.  To have inside jokes with you.  Needless to say, I’m never trying to donate to the Red Cross again.  I was just happy, then, to have something so... fun... in my life.  I told Wes, who I wasn’t dating at the time, and he told me to stay away from you, to stop texting you.  But I couldn’t.  Something made me keep sending you messages.  And when I realized I knew you, and found out that you thought I was a jerk, I wanted to fix that, even if I wasn’t then.  I don’t know where I’m going with this.  ...I was confused, because it felt like there was something there?  I still am confused.  I was going to talk to you before, the night when I messed up my hand, but, it got weird.  I... decided I was going to stay away from you from then on.  But, I couldn’t.  I still can’t.  I don’t want you to be upset, or confused, so, maybe we should work this all out tonight, and make a decision about what’s going to happen in the future.  Because Wes doesn’t like you.  Or Sebastian.  And everyone hates me on your side, so we’re all even.  I never thought I’d be in this situation.”

Kurt breathes heavily throughout Blaine’s speech, keeping respectfully quiet.  He slowly gets a more distraught expression on his face as the speech goes on.

“I... what is this, even?  This is like a scene from a bad romance movie.  How on earth did we even manage to start talking to each other?  This doesn’t happen!”

“Apparently it does happen.  Kurt...”

Blaine stops, turning to face Kurt, in the middle of the park and the snow.

“Can you honestly say that... that there’s nothing here?  Nothing at all?  I mean, I can’t go to sleep at night without wondering what you’re doing.  And when I wake up in the morning, you’re the first thing I think of.  I know it’s wrong.  I’m with Wes, you’re with Sebastian.  I shouldn’t be thinking about you.  I just... can’t help it.  Stop me when it gets to be too much...”

Kurt stares at Blaine, trying to control his emotions.

“That’s the thing.  There is something here.  And I’m terrified, because like you said, I have Seb and you have Wes.  There shouldn’t be something.  But there is.  And that’s what’s making me so confused.  I... think about you all the time.  What you’re doing.  Whether you’re still obsessed with that stupid hair gel, which, by the way, I still hate.  I just... I love Sebastian.  Why do I feel like you’re right?”

Blaine bites his lip in attempt to hold his own emotions inside, though he does let a little laugh slip out when Kurt mentions the hair gel.

“Maybe there’s a reason why Sebastian was the one that showed you around Dalton.  Maybe we weren’t supposed to meet.  Until now.  Kurt, I hardly know you.  But this,”

He reaches out, pausing and takes Kurt’s hand, without permission.

“This is so real.”

Kurt’s lower lip quivers and he doesn’t draw his hand back when Blaine takes it.  His whole body starts to shake as tears well in his eyes.

“It is.  I... Blaine, you’re hardly the jerk I saw back at Dalton.  And now that I feel like I’ve gotten to know this... real you... I...”

He can’t continue speaking.

Blaine doesn’t realize it until he feels like he might pass out, but he’s been holding his breath as Kurt speaks.  His heart pounds in his chest and he lets the held in breath out with one word.

“...Kurt...”

Kurt lets out shaky breaths and glances at his hand being held by Blaine’s.  He tries to talk but still can’t, so he reaches out with his other hand to lay it on top of Blaine’s.

A rogue, happy tear falls down Blaine’s cheek, and he reaches with his bandaged hand to place it on Kurt’s waist, his own breath coming short, nervous.  He searches Kurt’s eyes for permission.

Kurt’s breath hitches at the hand on his waist, and he stares in Blaine’s eyes, giving the slightest of nods, still not trusting himself to speak.

Blaine pulls Kurt’s hands up to his own chest, and leans forward, letting his lips brush against Kurt’s, despite the fact that he is hardly able to breathe.

Kurt!

Kurt are you there?

Kurt?

KURT ELIZABETH HUMMEL ANSWER ME THIS INSTANT!

Seb, text Kurt.  He isn’t replying to me

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Rachel says I should text you to see if you’ll reply to me

Are you there, Kurt?

Kurtie?

Blaine?  

Blaine.  Are you okay?

Answer your phone.

I’m coming to look for you.

Kurt automatically presses into the kiss, eyelids fluttering shut

Blaine is absolutely sure that he is in some bad romance movie, that’s inside of a snowglobe.  He backs from the kiss, but only enough so that he can speak, leaving his forehead to lean on Kurt’s.

“Kurt, there’s a moment when you say to yourself, Oh there you are.  I’ve been looking for you forever.  I think... I think that today was that moment.”

Kurt breathes heavily, his forehead resting against Blaine’s.

“I... I...”

He feels his phone vibrating in his pocket and ignores it.

“I don’t know what this means.  We both have boyfriends.”

“I don’t care.  This... you... it feels so right.”

“It does.”

Kurt presses his lips against Blaine’s again, inching his hands out of Blaine’s to wrap around his neck.

Blaine wraps his other arm around Kurt’s waist, pulling him close and putting more emotion into this kiss than he’d been expecting.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Kurt puts all of the emotion he can muster into the kiss, but quickly pulls back upon hearing the new voice.

“W-Wes... I...”

Blaine pulls back at the same speed as Kurt, looking, terrified, in the direction of his boyfriend’s voice.

“Wes... Oh my God.”

Wes, hands in his pockets, approaches Kurt and Blaine, his face like stone.

“Kurt.  You just couldn’t keep your hands off of him, could you?  And you, Blaine.  I expected more out of you than this.  Downgrading.”

He shakes his head, and pulls out his phone, dialing Sebastian.

Kurt looks terrified, trying to keep a few steps between him and Blaine, although he can’t help but shoot Wes a dirty look at the comments.

“What are you doing, Wes?”

Sebastian, sitting in the Hummel-Berry-Smythe apartment, hears his phone ringing and picks it up, looking at the caller id.  He is confused at it being Wes, but answers, regardless.

*Incoming Call*

~”What?”~

Blaine knows exactly what Wes is doing, his boyfriend has always been a tattle tale.

“Wes, don’t.”

~“Sebastian.  Hi!  Listen, how fast can you get down here to Madison Square Park?  I’m going to need you to clean up what’s left of your boyfriend after I’m done with him.”~

Kurt can only stare in disbelief.

~”Wes.  What the hell are you going on about.  If you lay a hand on Kurt, I swear, you’ll wish you’d never been born,”~

~“Maybe you should tell HIM to stop laying HIS hands on MY boyfriend!”~

~”What the hell?  Kurt wouldn’t... you’re lying, Montgomery.”~

~“Oh, I’m lying?  You probably shouldn’t bet on that.”~

Wes hangs up the phone, and stares at Blaine.

“Wes, just.. don’t.  I’m... it was me, not him.  I swear.  He didn’t have anything to do with this.  I made him do it.”

Sebastian stares at his phone in disbelief before throwing on his coat and leaving the apartment.

Rachel, you need to get home asap.  Might need you for damage control

But I was going to Callbacks tonight!
Please.  Just... please

What’s wrong, Seb?

Rachel, please

Okay, I’m heading home now

“You didn’t... Seb... Seb...”

Kurt’s shoulders start shaking and he puts his face in his hands, terrified out of his mind.

“You’re damn right I did.  Smythe deserves to know that he’s dating a slimy little thing.”

“Wes, stop it.”

Wes shakes his head, his lips forming a thin line as he takes a few more steps toward Kurt.

Blaine starts to panic, heading to intersect his boyfriend’s path.

Kurt takes steps backwards, trying to stay away from Wes.

“Kurt!”

Sebastian comes running, taking in the scene in front of him.

“Seb, I’m so, so sorry!”

Sebastian takes that as a confession and turns to Blaine, glaring at him.

“This is all your fault, Anderson.”

Wes glances up as Sebastian’s voice sounds nearby, and he stops advancing on Kurt.

Blaine nearly collides with Wes as he stops, then whirling around, snow falling out of his hair, to see Sebastian glaring.  His face falls.

“Yes.  It is.”

Sebastian takes a couple of steps towards Blaine, balling his hands into fists.  Kurt, now standing on the outskirts, gasps and puts his hand over his mouth as Sebastian raises one fist...

“You’ll pay for this, Anderson.  You too, Montgomery.”

Blaine, squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for impact.

“Woah, woah, woah, Smythe.  I don’t care if he FUCKED your boyfriend.  You don’t touch him.”

Wes comes thundering in front of Blaine, grabbing his wrist and yanking him backward, away from Sebastian.  Blaine’s eyes pop open and he stares at Kurt, not caring what happens to himself while Wes pulls him away.

Sebastian waits until Blaine and Wes are gone before turning to look at Kurt, hurt in his eyes.

“Seb?”

“...”