Kurt stepped back and sighed. "We need to talk."

Blaine cleared his throat. His neck was tingling where only a few seconds ago Kurt's tongue had lingered, causing an onslaught of pleasure to run through Blaine's veins like sweet honey. He didn't want to talk. He wanted Kurt to keep licking at his neck; he wanted to lick Kurt's neck… But it's not always about what we want. Blaine sank down in one of the kitchen chairs. He'd done it again. Weakened at Kurt's touch, he was getting weaker by the day. Weak, weak, weak.

"I can't do this Blaine." Kurt sat down opposite Blaine. "Whatever this is, I can't do it… I really… really care about you; I've been here for you Blaine for so long… I need… I need you to think about what I want as well."

Blaine swallowed. "We're not in a relationship Kurt."

Kurt stared at Blaine incredulously. "What?"

"Your talking about us… like we're in a relationship… we're not… we're just friends."

Kurt could hardly believe the words that were falling from Blaine's lips.

"I never said we were in a relationship… But I'm saying that I want to be in a relationship with you Blaine… Don't you… Don't you want me?" Kurt held Blaine's gaze.

Yes. Yes. I want you. I want you so bad it hurts. I want you so much it kills me everyday that I can't have you. I want you Kurt. You're all that matters to me. I don't care about anything else I just need you to hold me, love me… I love you Kurt. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

"No… Kurt I… I can't be in a relationship with you." Blaine said. "Its not right."

Kurt wondered if Blaine could hear his heart breaking. Kurt wondered if Blaine even cared.

"Blaine… we slept together… didn't that mean anything to you?"

It meant everything to me. I think about it all the time. I dream about it. It's the only thing that keeps me alive in this god-forsaken world. When I think about your warm skin next to mine… your hands… your heart beat… my heart brakes because all I want to do is make love to you again Kurt… that's all I want.

"Shut up." Blaine gritted his teeth.

Kurt looked taken aback. "Wh-what?"

"Shut up! Stop talking about what happened… That was the biggest mistake of my life." Blaine stood up, sending his chair crashing behind him.

Kurt stood up. "No Blaine… what you just said was the biggest mistake of your life." Kurt turned to the door. "Even though you treated me like shit, I was still there, a shoulder to cry on, still offering to love you even though you so fucked up. I still wanted you. Because I cared about you Blaine. But I'm done. I'm done with this. Call me when you admit to yourself that your gay Blaine, because you are, you can't hide from yourself forever." Kurt walked out of the kitchen. He walked down that long dark hallway. He opened the front door. He slammed it behind him.

It wasn't until he reached the end of Blaine's street that he allowed himself to cry.

Blaine stared at the empty space where Kurt had just sat. He was glad Kurt had gone… wasn't he? He was glad he'd made it clear to Kurt that he didn't want him that way… Didn't he? So why did his heart feel like it had just shattered into a million pieces? Why were tears gathering beneath his eyelashes?

John Anderson watched his son through that little camera. He watched his son stand there in the middle of the kitchen looking more broken than John had ever seen him. Good boy Blaine. John actually felt proud of his son. He'd backed away from temptation. Good boy Blaine. John reached forward and flicked the camera off. Then he poured himself a glass of Scotch. Perhaps everything was going to be okay.

Kurt pressed 'ignore' on the 50,000th call he had received from Rachel over the pass few days. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Finn had tried. Carol had tried. Mercedes had tried. Kurt stared out of his bedroom window. He had not been outside of his room since… since he'd run back from Blaine's house. He'd called in sick to school. He didn't want to see Blaine. He didn't want to see Blaine with Maggie. Carrying on his sick little lie.

There was a knock at his door. Burt pushed open his sons door and walked in quietly. Burt wasn't really one for emotional conversations of any kind… But… well Carol had said something was really bothering Kurt and not she, nor Rachel, nor Mercedes, nor Finn even had been able to get it out of him. Burt may not be the best at giving advice but he knew his son.

"Kurt…"

"I don't want to talk about it." Kurt cut him off sharply.

Burt sat down on the edge of Kurt's bed. This wasn't going to be easy. "Fine… let me talk about it then."

Kurt looked up at him.

"Its that Blaine kid isn't it?" Burt said slowly, watching his son's face cloud over with pain. Kurt didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

"I'm not blind Kurt… I've seen you two together… and you may of thought that scarf hid that big red mark on your throat, but it didn't."

Kurt blushed. "Things with Blaine… are… complicated."

Burt sighed. "I don't know what happened exactly… but I saw him today… with a girl. They certainly looked close… I've met his father Kurt… I've serviced his car… I… well, he always used to bring his little boy with him, I remember Blaine… he was a tiny scruff of a kid with wild curly hair, he always had a smile on his face and he used to sing… he'd sing in the back of the car, that kid had a hell of a voice."

Kurt was staring at his father. Why hadn't be mentioned any of this before? Burt had known Blaine when he was little? Why hadn't Kurt ever seen him?

"Then one day he just stopped, he didn't bring his son with him any more, I didn't see Blaine again, not until you moved to Dalton Academy… I hardly recognized the kid… the spark was gone from his eyes, he wasn't smiling like he always used to… I don't know what happened to him Kurt but… I just got this nasty feeling it was something awful… so I asked around, wondering if anyone knew… they all said the same, that he was ill… dreadfully ill… I didn't believe a word of it… then I spoke to one woman, the Andersons next-door neighbour and she said… she said something was going on in that house hold… all through the night she would hear shouting, crashing about and then… crying… Blaine, that little curly haired boy, all she could hear was him crying… to the point where she almost called the police… so… whatever happened Kurt… between you and Blaine… I just… thought you should know something's not right with that kid… I'm only looking out for you."

Kurt's mind was racing. What had happened to Blaine? Kurt knew his parents weren't supportive of who he was… but this… thing sounded like something different entirely. Blaine had… disappeared? The crying at night… the shouting…

"We… Blaine told me… he couldn't be with me… but I… I really, really love him dad."

"I know." Burt said quietly. "Sometimes… we have to wait for the people we love… that kid… that kids got to sort himself out… in the mean while I'd just leave him be… let him wait, he'll come back to you." Burt stood up.

Kurt watched him walk to the door. Burt turned around. "The only time I saw that kid smile, saw the flicker of the spark that had been there before… was when he was looking at you Kurt." Burt closed Kurt's bedroom door behind him.

Kurt stared down at his hands. He knotted his fingers together and sighed. Maybe Burt was right… maybe he just needed to let Blaine sort out his own shit. Maybe Kurt had been too pressurizing. Kurt wondered how long it would take Blaine just to tell him what happened to him. Kurt knew that's what Blaine needed. To talk about it. He needed to remember what happened to him… Then he could face it. He could tackle the demons of his past.

Until then Kurt would have to wait. Patience.

Kurt's phone rang again. He looked down at the screen expecting another call from Rachel. An unknown number flashed up. Kurt sighed, he supposed Rachel was using another phone to try and trick him into answering. He ought to talk to her really… she must be worried. He picked up his phone.

"Hello?"

"Kurt?" Jake's voice was smooth… like velvet. Kurt nearly dropped the phone. "Its me… Jake."

I know. I recognized your voice… it's sexy… God it's really sexy.

"Jake? Jake who?" Kurt let a smile dance across his lips. Okay. So yes, Kurt cared deeply for Blaine. But Blaine had told him he didn't want to be with him. What was wrong with Kurt having a little fun while Blaine sorted himself out? Kurt never, ever really played the field… but he was young and… well… Jake really was hot. And he seemed to like Kurt… Kurt had never been pursued by anyone before. He was always pursuing Blaine. It felt nice… he felt wanted.

"From the other day… you gave me your number."

"Oh, Jake… yes, hi."

"I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee later, have a chat? Musician to musician?" One hot gay guy to another…

Kurt hesitated. It was just coffee. It wasn't as if he was going to sleep with the guy. Blaine doesn't want you Kurt. What are you going to spend the rest of your life alone because you can't see other guys? Jake wants you… Blaine doesn't care for you, doesn't protect you…

"I'd love too."

"Awesome, I'll meet you down town in half an hour?" I want to go down town with you Kurt. You will be mine. You'll forget all about that Blaine guy when you're moaning my name.

"Sounds perfect."

Kurt hung up and looked at himself in the mirror. Oh God. He looked deathly pale, his face almost grey, dark circles hung underneath his eyes; his nose was red and slightly swollen from crying. Half an hour? Why had he agreed to meet in half an hour? He was a mess. Kurt took a hasty shower, did the best he could with his hair… there was nothing he could do about his pale skin. Kurt could only hope it made him look intriguing. Like he'd been up all night partying… not crying over a certain Warbler. Will you stop thinking about Blaine? Forget him okay… for now… have some fun… deal with Blaine later.

Kurt walked out the front door, calling out briefly to his parents that he was going for a walk. Carol smiled at Burt. She knew he would sort Kurt out. Leaning across the table she planted a kiss on his cheek.

Jake was already waiting for Kurt outside the café when he arrived. Jake took a deep breath, admiring Kurt's perfect milky white skin, in the sun it almost shone as if made from millions of fragments of diamonds. And those jeans… perfectly proportioned in all the right places. He was wearing a short-sleeved top showing of slim, toned arms. Jake swallowed. It was going to take all of his super human strength to resist just jumping Kurt there and then.

"Kurt." Jake said, smiling widely. "I'm glad you came."

Kurt returned the smile… somewhat less widely. "Of course I came."

They sat down together by the window. Jake ordered the drinks. He didn't ask what Kurt wanted. He just brought what he thought Kurt would want. Kurt found this slightly irritating… even if what Jake got him was what he wanted anyway. He still wanted to be asked.

"So." Jake took a sip of his drink. "Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

"You do get straight to the point, are you in a hurry or something?" Kurt's words came out slightly harsher than he had meant them too. Jake brushed them off with a laugh.

"For you… I have all the time in the world." Jake smiled again.

"Flattery will get you no where."

"Wrong, flattery gets me everywhere… why are you being so harsh on me Kurt?"

Kurt sighed. This was harder than he thought it was going to be. Maybe he just wasn't cut out for just having fun. Every word that came out of Jake's mouth just made him miss Blaine. He imagined himself sat there… Blaine sitting opposite him, laughing together in the cosy glow of the café… Kurt would take a sip of his coffee and get the foam on his chin… Blaine would lean forward and kiss it off… unafraid to show public affection because Kurt mattered more to him that social status…

"I'm not seeing anyone."

Jake smiled again. "Good."

Kurt picked up his drink and sipped it quietly. They sat in silence for a few moments. Then Jake started telling Kurt about his music and his family… Kurt had to admit Jake was pretty cool and a fairly talented musician by the sounds of it. His family life seemed a lot less demanding and dramatic than Blaine's. He had a little sister, Lola, whom he adored. Blaine was an only child. Kurt listened happily enough while Jake spoke to him… until the door to the café flew open and Maggie walked in. Her entourage, a blonde and a redhead Kurt had never seen before. Maggie's eyes were filled with tears. The blonde's arm was around her.

"Sweetie… he's not worth it."

Kurt's ears pricked immediately. He carried on watching Jake talk intently but his focus was on the trio of girls.

"But he was worth it." Maggie sobbed out. "I can't believe he would just end things like that…" She snivelled and picked up a tissue.

Kurt's heart was hammering in his chest. End things? Blaine had ended things with Maggie?

"Did he say why?" Enquired the redhead attentively.

Maggie shook her head. "Just gave me some bull shit about feeling his life was going in a different direction… what does that even mean? I bet he's found someone else…" Fresh tears bubbled over Maggie's cheeks.

Why had Blaine broken up with Maggie? Kurt hardly dared to believe it had anything to do with him. Did it? His life was going in another direction… that could mean being openly gay right? That certainly was another direction.

"Kurt?" Jake raised his eyebrows. Had Kurt been listening to a word Jake had just said? He didn't look like he had. Jake frowned. Usually guys were enthralled with what Jake had to say… what made Kurt so immune to his charms? Blaine. Jake knew it was Blaine. Blaine was the one thing standing between Jake and getting into Kurt's pants.

"Yes… sorry I was… miles away." Kurt blushed, looking apologetic.

"I could see… day dreaming of someone else?" Jake said it teasingly but his eyes were serious. Kurt blushed harder. Damn was this guy a mind reader?

"N-no of course not… I um… I… I'm just tired I suppose… I'm having a really nice time." Kurt did his best to plaster a smile across his face.

"Me too…" Jake paused. "Look why don't you come over tomorrow… I'll cook you something nice? No pressure or anything."

Dinner? At his house? Wasn't that moving a little fast?

"I know your probably thinking that its moving to fast but… Its honestly completely innocent." Jake reached over and took Kurt's hand. Oh. Kurt's skin felt like silk… what would those hands feel like touching him… Jake swallowed. "But I do really like you Kurt."

How could Kurt say no to that?

Blaine snuggled closer to Kurt. His breath was coming out raggedly against Kurt's cheek, his heart hammering pleasantly in his ears… Kurt opened his eyes, his lips still parted. Sweat lined both their foreheads. Kurt's mind felt hazy with passion and alcohol. The bed sheets were twisted around both their legs; Blaine had wrapped himself around Kurt so they were a knot of bare skin… Kurt couldn't tell where he ended and Blaine began and it was perfect. Kurt felt a blush creep over his neck and face… He was suddenly very awake that he was naked. Blaine's fingers were tracing lazy circles over Kurt's hips; Kurt was mortified to find his body reacting so quickly after they had sated their desire. Blaine smiled lazily at him, his eyes half closed. Kurt opened his mouth and closed it again. Blaine pushed closer and pressed his lips against Kurt's.

"In the morning… don't let me leave Kurt, I'm going to try to leave but don't let me, no matter what I say I think your perfect." Blaine whispered.

Kurt's heart fluttered happily. This was really happening… Blaine was finally his. Blaine rolled over onto Kurt, pinning him down with his body weight. Blaine began to press his lips against Kurt's throat. Kurt tilted his head back and relaxed against the warmth of Blaine's skin.

"Don't let me tell you I don't want you." Blaine said quietly. "Because I do… I want you so much… I've always wanted you."

Blaine nipped lightly at Kurt's skin with his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure flying through Kurt's body.

Blaine continued his assault of kisses down Kurt's chest.

"Your beautiful… you're beautiful… you're beautiful…"