Phil had called the night before, just as Blaine went to bed. They had decided for a meeting, Wednesday morning in Boston, which lead Blaine to purchase a plane ticket for that morning, early enough so he could be there in time for the 10am reunion in Phil's office. They had decided that Dianna should stay with Sophia, at Leila's place. Apparently the teacher was still sick or something and he would drop tonight at her place, where the sitter would watch her the following day. Leila didn't see any problem with it, and neither did the little girls. They had apparently quickly bonded and according to Dianna, they were now "best friends". Blaine though it was the perfect solution. She could have fun without worrying about her dad and mom. Sophia would know how to take her mind off things. As for today, he had other plans with his daughter. He wanted some time alone with her. He had no idea how the meeting would go the next day, so he might enjoy the day with his kid. It was already a beautiful Tuesday morning of April and apparently, the day would be warm enough to spend it outside. Have fun but also talk. He needed to make sure that his daughter understood everything before he would go in full war mode with her mother.

"So what's your plan for today?" asked Kurt, very a propos.

"I though I would show Dianna the city. You know, all the tourist stuff. Empire state building and such. I don't think she would like to see the MET, though."

"What's the MET?" asked Dianna, intrigued.

"The Museum of… "

"No thank you !" cut him Dianna, making a face, causing Kurt and Blaine to laugh.

"Like I said. Mostly Parks and stuff"

"Well, It sounds like fun. More than my day, anyway." Sighed Kurt

"You are meeting with that guy, today, right?"

"Christian ? Yeah. I'll interview him later today. It should be interesting"

"Well, I'll see you tonight then. You'll tell me all about it."

"Sure. I'll try to come home early. Around 6 or something. Well, if they don't eat me by then"

They finished eating quietly, Kurt staring at Blaine, from time to time, smiling when he got caught. Blaine did the same, when Kurt turned his head away. It was playful, and yet it seemed so natural. Like they did that everyday. Take breakfast as a family, before each one would start his own activities of the day. Both men knew that the other one though the same but they didn't have to say it out loud either. Only Dianna though that the tension between the two was really disturbing, since she didn't really understood the meaning of it. But whatever it was, she was pretty sure she didn't want to know. So, as soon as the breakfast was over, and the kitchen cleaned, she practically forced her dad out of the door. She couldn't wait to get out of there, where Kurt and her dad kept making lovey dovey eyes to each other's. Besides, she really wanted to see the city and have her dad to her all alone. She wanted to talk.

Kurt arrived at the office earlier than the day before, which allowed him to settle and work quietly for a moment before every one else arrived. But by 9:30, the calm atmosphere of the office was long gone. It was just a repeat of the day before, with just slightly less things to do. The fact that Blaine wasn't on his heels helped him accomplish a lot more than he though, and he was fairly confident that he would be able to end early this time. He even had the time for a quick lunch before Leila informed him that his 1pm Rendezvous had arrived a.k.a Christian. He had no idea what to expect from this kid, but at least he knew that it would be entertaining and a nice break from all his duties. Sure, he still had to judge the kid to see if he was worthy of the job, but he still saw it as a way to meet new people, as interested and dedicated as him to fashion and design. Besides, Christian was practically his age, with just 3 years apart. That would be the strangest maybe. Because he didn't feel at all like a 25 years old kid. He didn't feel like he had just left college 3 years ago. It felt like decades. His life had been hectic ever since and he had to go through a lot. He had learned so much that even his co-workers didn't see him as a kid anymore. For them, he was just like any normal boss, a bit younger for sure, but still, he was very mature and professional. Even a bit too serious for his age. But when you had to go through what Kurt had to go through, it was just natural.

Seeing this kid, still unaffected by the real life would be for sure refreshing.

A few moments later, a knock interrupted his thoughts, and without waiting for an answer, Leila opened the door, Christian on her heels. The kid seemed stressed, and exited in the same time, but his handshake was still very steady. Kurt saw in his eyes determination and fierceness, which reassured him. He looked very young, though, younger than 22 anyway. He had this flawless baby face like Kurt used to have in high school. Perfect features, perfect bone structure, and obviously he took good care of himself, and his skin, Kurt had noticed. He was probably using a lot of cr�mes and moisturizers. Which was only one of the signs that could prove his sexuality. But really he didn't need it. As Leila had said, the kid was as gay as… not Kurt, even, because this was a whole new level here. The way he walked, and the way he sat, legs crossed and hands on the knees, were way too much. Even for Kurt, and that's saying something. He almost reminded him of that kid, what's his name Gavroche, whom he had met like 7 years ago, in some school audition stuff. He didn't know why he remembered him suddenly but Christian was just so… flamboyant.

After Leila left, Kurt offered a seat to Christian and went to take place behind his desk, ready to find about more about that strange kid.

"So, Christian, isn't it?"

"Christian Madison. But you can call me Chris. I have no idea what my parents were thinking calling me Christian. I mean, I'm not exactly a role model. Maybe they though it would prevent me for… I'm sorry I'm rumbling"

Kurt actually started to really like that kid. Sure he was very much exited and enthusiastic but that could be fixed.

"No problem" smiled Kurt, trying to make the kid at ease. "Now, tell me more about yourself. Where are you from? What is your course? What are your credits? All that stuff."

"Well, actually I'm from Clovis, California, originally."

"Where is that?"

"Near Fresno…"

"Ouch" grimaced Kurt

"Yeah, you said it. It's a big city but there is not much to do there unless you very cows and sheep. It's very close-minded, very rural and traditional."

"I know what you mean. I'm from Ohio myself" shared Kurt

"Yeah I know. Lima, Ohio. You're kind of an inspiration for me, actually. You've came from so far and built yourself alone with so much talent and fierceness. You actually kind of a role mode, someone I can look up too, which is good, because there not a lot in this world, that I relate too. But you are truly inspirational for me."

"Well, thank you." And Kurt meant it. He knew the kid was still young and na�ve and all that, but he actually had talent and a passion, and he was trying to realize those dreams and apparently Kurt was the one who was inspiring him, guiding him. Kurt never really thought about it before because well, it was really too early in his career to do so, and because of some personal issues, but he did want to inspire people. Sure he created clothes because it was what he always wanted, but wasn't great when you could bring other people in, along the way? At least, in Broadway, this was kind of goal. Touch someone so much that you can change his life forever. What if he did it? What if he actually managed to do, even in his fashion career. That's what they said. That if you could change just one person's life in the world with what you did, then you would die a happy man.

"I mean it. " smiled Christian sheepishly.

"I know you do. And it means a lot to me, so really, thank you." Smiled back Kurt.

The silence that followed was sort of awkward so Kurt decide to ask something else quickly before they would get all girly emotional.

"I wouldn't have guessed that you were from a small city."

"I know. People usually think that I'm from some kind of big open-minded city like New York or San Francisco or something. Just because I'm… huh… flamboyant."

Well, at least they were on the same page, thought Kurt.

"So, when did you move to New York? Or do you still live on the West Coast?"

"No, no. I moved in New York when I was 16. My parents, well, they were not the first people to accept me, so really they were kind of relieved when I left. I mean, they were very religious and all that crap, and well, they did call me Christian. And apparently I didn't live up to their expectations. So I left and came here. Simple as that. I live with my uncle now. He's a good man. Not very chatty but he doesn't do well with Church and stuff either so I'm good. I worked here and there through high school and college, to support myself as much as I could. Well, actually it was mostly due to my addiction to clothes, but I don't have to explain that to you, doesn't I?

"No you don't" chuckled Kurt. Indeed Chris looked very much fashionable in his Armani Jeans and Prada shirt. "Nice outfit, by the way."

"Thanks."

"So. You attended NYU, right?"

"Yeah, majoring in fashion design and minor in Journalism. I had always a thing for writing and my dream was kind of creating my own fashion magazine. The next Vogue. I know it sounds cocky but…"

"No it doesn't" cut Kurt "The higher your dreams are, the better."

"Ok, good." Smiled Christian, very much at ease now. "So, like I said, I wanted to follow a career in both sectors combined. So I applied for some Internships and I got a few. My last one was at Cosmopolitan. I know it's not at all Vogue material but…"

"Don't. I get that it's hard to find a good internship, even if you are good yourself. You don't have to explain to me that."

"But you did have an internship at Vogue."

"Yeah, but it was mostly luck if nothing else. But before that, I can't tell you how much crappy jobs I had to take. Some I actually hated but what can you do, a man's gotta shop!"

"Amen" chuckled Christian.

The rest of the meeting went pretty smoothly. Like Leila had said, the kid had some serious potential, and real talent. They talked a bit about his various experiences and the skills that he picked up along the way. He fitted pretty well for the job, which Kurt exposed him. He explained to him the general idea, a concept that Christian actually really loved, and though was brilliant. His task would be now to collect information on the media market and fashion world and see which would be fitting and which were already used to death. And then they could actually come up with some kind of original way to present them. Draw some prototype of the magazine, that could be ready within 2 months to present to the sponsors and partners. It was kind of a hard task but Christian was up for it. Besides he would be working with other people that were about to be recruited too, to facilitate his information research. Kurt had decided to expose to him the whole idea because he had made up his mind. This kid was perfect for the job, and besides, he kind of reminded him of himself, 5 years ago. He had the same enthusiasm, the same hunger to learn and do. He was fresh, he was ready to it all, and he was young. He was just what he needed. Some fresh blood. Damn, that Gavroche again!

Christian was ready apparently to start immediately, so they settled fro the following day. He would have to sign a contract which Leila would have prepared and guaranteed full confidentiality about the project. If any word had to came out of Christian's mouth about that, he would be immediately fired and a law suit would be filed against his ass. Pretty much. But Christian didn't seem at the least worried about that, so it was all good. He would then be hired for a 2 month probation period, in which he would have to prove himself, and after that, if all went well, the job was his. As for the following day, he would start with Kurt himself, so he could present him every aspect of the brand with his own angle. Christian looked ecstatic and was practically bouncing on his way out of Kurt's office. No really, he was bouncing. Kurt laughed, closing the door behind him and let himself fall on the sofa. He was glad that the meeting went so well, and that they had a new member in the crew. Something new and endearing. It was definitely a good day. He could sense it. He couldn't wait to go home and tell about it to Blaine. He would probably have to skip lunch again to go home early, as he had some stuff behind, but in all it would be worth it.

Or so, he thought.

On the other side of Manhattan, Blaine and Dianna were enjoying their time as well. They had spent the entire day visiting monuments and parks and having fun rides and as the day drew to a close, they had finally arrived to the final destination : the Empire State Building. Blaine wanted Dianna to witness the sunset from the top because it was truly a beautiful sight. They were now on the upper floor, and the sun was about the go down in less than half an hour. In the mean time, Dianna couldn't stop running around and asking every now and then her dad to hold her so she could see the view better. She didn't want to use the binoculars because she couldn't see everything at once, as she had remarked earlier. But it didn't bother her dad, and he happily obliged every time she had asked. He wanted her to have fun, even he was tired.

"Dad? You can drop me now. I've seen enough. Let's just seat here, and wait until the sunset, ok?" Dianna said, pointing at seats behind them.

Blaine released her from his embrace and they both went to seat at the spot Dianna designed. He knew she wanted to talk to him. He had sensed that all day long, but she was having too much fun discovering new things and she didn't want to spoil the day. But now, she was ready. Although, Blaine could tell, she had no idea how to proceed. As he wanted to talk to her himself, he thought that he should probably engage the conversation with something safe and random. She could pick up from there.

"I love this place. I don't know it kind of holds a meaning for me." Said Blaine, thoughtful.

"How come?" asked Dianna, looking at him with her eyebrows raised.

"I'm not sure if I can explain. It always symbolized New York for me. Since the day I watched that movie, an affair to remember, for the first time. I just find it symbolic."

"I thought your favorite movie was When Harry met Sally?" said Dianna frowning. "Which I don't understand because well, it's good, but I don't understand why you like it so much. It's just about a guy and a girl who are too scared to say they like each other. But eventually they do, and they live happily ever after. Like every Disney movie ever made. What's so special about that one?"

Blaine just smiled mysteriously.

"Well, I think it's weird. Even mommy thinks it's weird that you watch it, like every week, and every week, you cry at the end. I mean, she said even girls didn't cry for that movie. It's just weird."

"I'll explain someday," answered Blaine, as mysterious.

"Right. When I'm older, like everything else," pouted Dianna. "But this is just a movie. Why do you get so emotional and tearful every time you watch it? Does it remind you of something…. Or someone? Does it remind you of Kurt" Dianna asked, suddenly aware.

"You are truly smart for your age." Said Blaine, his smile turning into a grimace. " And yes, you're right. It does remind me of Kurt."

"So, all those years, you were thinking about him?" Dianna didn't look angry or upset. She really just wanted to understand her dad more.

"Guilty again" smiled sheepishly Blaine

"So you really love him. Does it mean that you are going to stay with him now? Live here and all that?" And here they were, in the heart of the matter.

"I don't know…" said Blaine. He wasn't sure how much he could tell to his daughter. He wanted to be honest with her, but still, she was just a little kid.

"But you want to." It wasn't a question. It was a fact that Dianna was well aware of, so Blaine didn't bother to deny it and just nodded, head down, like a children confessing a want.

"As much as I do, it's not that simple. There is other… huh.. factors that I should consider."

"When you say factor, you mean me, right?"

"Yeah, mostly. But it's not all of it." Admitted Blaine. "I wish it was simple, I wish I could just move here and bring you with me and … "

"Live happily after?"

"Sort of." Smiled sadly Blaine at her. "I wish it was that easy."

"But there is mom." Again, a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Daddy?" suddenly Dianna's voice wasn't so steady anymore. Blaine turned to look at her, and saw in her eyes, apprehension, and fear. He knew she was about to ask something that she was holding back for a long time and she was afraid of her father's reaction. So he took her hands, in his own, and squeezed them. A sign for her to go ahead. She understood, and shot him a thankful glance, before taking a deep breath and finally jumping in.

"I know you are going to fight Mom for me, but please don't." said Dianna, with tears in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" Blaine was confused. Did the little girl wish to live with her mom instead of him. Did she? It was like a knife in the heart for Blaine.

"I mean that I don't want you two to fight. Not for me. Can you just talk? Agree on something like adults?" Oh, that was what she meant. Blaine found himself breathing again, but he didn't answer still.

"Because, you fight and you scream, and for what? For me? I don't think so. I think it's just an excuse because you two are mad at each other from the start and I'm just your pretext. But daddy, I don't want to be it. It's like you're both pulling me from a side, and I'm just there, like standing, waiting for someone to win. That's what it is about. Winning and the prize, well the bonus, it's me." Dianna had started to cry at this point and Blaine leaned forward to hold her. She clung into him like she was afraid to drown or something, and that, more than any of her words, hurt the most Blaine. She might have acted like a strong girl those past few days, but now, he realized what a fool he had been to believe it. It was just a show. His little girl was hurting, really hurting. And trying to protect her, he had just made it worse. Because it was true. Of course, she was right, he could see it now. It always had been about winning, proving a point. And Dianna was just in the middle. Everybody pulled at her, and no matter what the result would be, she would still come out of it, damaged and marked. In their fight of who's wrong and who's right, she was a casualty. And even she knew that.

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." Kept repeating Blaine, holding her tight. And he really was. He didn't know what to say else, because he had been so oblivious. he had though that she would just go with the flow while he would battle with Lisa, and at the end, she would have to go with the one who won her over. But she wasn't a toy to play with, or a inanimate price. She was his little girl, and she was hurt.

After some time, she detached herself from his embrace, and began to wipe her tears away. Blaine gave her a tissue, and she took it, a light smile on her face. It tor Blaine's heart apart.

"It's ok daddy, I forgive you. But just please remember that."

"I will, I promise, darling" and he meant it with all he had.

"So please talk to her. To mom. Please try to compromise or something, like you always used to do with her. You can do that, can't you?"

"I can. And I will. But darling I need to know first what do you want. Do you want to stay with your mommy or with me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does. So tell me."

"I don't know daddy. I Love you but…"

"You do love your mom too." Again, a statement. Blaine wasn't mad, Dianna could see. He was just understanding. He was trying his best to help the little girl and comprehend her wishes, and Dianna knew, right there, right at this moment that she didn't need to worry anymore. She could say everything and her daddy would understand.

"Yes. I know you don't understand, and I know, that after what she did, I shouldn't. But I still do. Is it wrong?"

"Loving your mother? No. She's your mother, she gave birth to you, and she took care of you. You shouldn't stop loving her because she did one mistake. You owe her more than that."

"You talk about her like you were not mad at her or something…" pointed Dianna, confused.

"It has nothing to do with that. My feelings for you mother don't stop me for acknowledging that she was a good mother to you. She raised you well, and she did a excellent job with you."

"Thanks daddy." Dianna was really smiling now.

"It's the truth, you're an amazing little girl. But you're welcome."

"It's because of you also, you know that, right? You are an amazing daddy. Thank you."

Blaine didn't answer because well, he didn't how, but just leaned forward to take her in her arms in a bone-crushing hug, before releasing her quickly. She kissed him on the cheek before letting go herself.

A couple passing by, stopped at the loving scene, and smiled tenderly at the father-daughter complicity and love. Blaine noticed their stare, and smiled back at them, before turning back to look at his daughter.

"So, do you prefer to live with your mother or me?" he knew he should ask, because Dianna would never say it out loud otherwise. And he needed to know.

"I don't know…" begun a hesitant Dianna. "Will you live here, in New York with Kurt?"

"Maybe, I don't know either. But probably. At least I won't stay in Boston."

"So that means that I can't see you or mom everyday, if I live with one or the other…"

"I'm afraid not Darling."

"But I still want to see you both. I don't want to choose, it's not fair!" she wasn't whining or crying, but merely protesting quietly at the life unfairness. Like if she had already lived long enough to understand that sometimes you just can't win with life. Blaine had always tried to protect her innocence, but at this moment, he realized it was long gone. Dianna had been already through enough that she had a pretty good idea of what real life was like. It wasn't fair! Blaine wanted to shout, to scream. It wasn't fair that she had to discover those truths so quickly! She shouldn't have to! But there was nothing more he could do about it. He would just have to make sure she wouldn't get hurt again, so young.

But she had opened her eyes to the world. She knew.

As they witness the sun set above the ocean, Blaine realized that a chapter of their life was closing also. Tomorrow would come, and no one knew what to expect. It would be all knew, all fresh, but also tainted by the events of the past. The air wasn't so pure anymore, Dianna's innocence was somewhat shattered also. Nothing could fix that, like no one could fix the sky anymore. They would just have to live with it, and prevent from totally ripping it apart. It was marked, it had a whole. But it wasn't totally lost.

"I promise I will do my best to make it all right, sweetheart. I will make it ok, I swear" finally said Blaine, as the sun disappeared all together.

Blaine and Dianna got at Kurt's apartment around 7pm. After the sunset, the security told them that the site was closing and that they had to leave. In any case, they didn't want to stay longer because the place had delivered them everything they needed and they were not really comfortable staying there after that. Blaine wasn't so sure if he would want to go back someday on that top. After today, it would hold a completely new signification for him, other than just being a New York symbol. So he was pretty relived to leave the building and he knew that Dianna was too.

The ride back home was somewhat silent, no one really speaking in the cab, apart from singing along from time to time with the radio. At some point, Candles was on and Blaine found it very disturbing. It sure hold some great memories but at the same time it was still a break up song, and even if Blaine couldn't explain it, it did stress him a bit. Not that he would mention it to Dianna or Kurt. Maybe it was just the aftermath of the talk he just had that affected him. Yeah, that was it, nothing more. But then again, Blaine couldn't be more oblivious.

They let themselves in, with the key that Kurt had given him this morning, pretty sure that Kurt wouldn't be home yet. But as they entered the living room, they realized that they were wrong once again, and Kurt was indeed back from work. He had just poured himself a coke and was seated in the couch, in the process of untying his shoes. When he heard them entering, he raised his head, and shot them a tired smile. Blaine's stomach did back flips.

"Hi there. You had a good day?" asked Kurt, kicking his shoes under the table, a unexpected gest from someone so dedicated to clothes.

Blaine went to kiss him quickly on the cheek before sitting next to him, and kicking off his own shoes. He was exhausted. Dianna on the other hand, hugged Kurt quickly, before running off to her room, preparing a bag since she was supposed to sleep over at Leila's. Blaine wanted to take some rest before going out once again.

"It was great. But utterly exhausting." Sighed Blaine, before taking a sip of Kurt's coke.

"Feel free to serve yourself " said Kurt, taking back his drink, and pointing at the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

"Nah, I prefer yours" grinned Blaine, taking the glass back from Kurt.

"I don't know why I bother with you, seriously. You're like a 5 years old."

"But you love me. Even if I'm five." Said Blaine, giving his best puppy eyes.

"Seriously creepy, Blaine." Sighed Kurt, standing up. But he knew that he wasn't really mad, and was just teasing him. He followed him by the eyes as he stood up and made his way out of the room.

"I'm gonna take a shower. I feel gross." Grimaced Kurt, which caused Blaine to laugh out loud.

"Ok, in the mean time, I'll take Dianna to Sophia's."

"Here, take the keys. Use my car. It's really hard to find a cab at this hour." Said Kurt, throwing him the keys, which, of course, Blaine missed. He leaned to take them from where they had landed on the floor, a blush on his face.

"Still can't catch a things, I see. " chuckled Kurt, making Blaine blush harder.

"Oh shut up! Go drown yourself in your shower or something." Mouthed Blaine.

"But you love me" grinned broadly Kurt, before stepping out of the room.

Blaine leaned back on the couch, his feet on the table and closed his eyes. He really needed some time alone to think and relax after all that happened today. He had really no idea how to convince Lisa to agree to a shared custody but he had promised Dianna that he would try, even if he hated the idea himself. But his daughter well being always came first and he, at lest, owed her that. Maybe he could ask Kurt for advice. Kurt would know how to deal with Lisa. After all, he had done it before, when the accident happened. As to think of it, he had never asked Kurt about what happened after he took Dianna at the hospital but it must have been epic, considering Lisa and Kurt's strong personalities. But Kurt had won apparently as he had never seen or heard from Lisa after that. He had almost expected her to show up at the hospital but she didn't. Kurt must have convinced her other wise. That's it. He would talk to Kurt, and he would know what to do. Together, with Phil's help, they would probably find a reasonable way to make a decent compromise that Lisa would agree on.

The sound of a ringing phone suddenly interrupted Blaine's thought. Apparently Kurt had left his phone on the table and that thing wouldn't shut up now. It just kept ringing and ringing and even when it stopped, it started again. Blaine was very tempted to just turn it off, as he was starting to have a headache, but apparently Kurt had heard it also.

"Blaine, can you please pick up" shouted Kurt, from whatever he was. "Just tell them I drowned and I died or something, please. That they should stop calling because I'm six feet under and not planning on getting out anytime soon."

Blaine chuckled at the other man's dramatics, but picked up the phone nonetheless. Whoever was calling was apparently determined to talk to Kurt, even it meant boring the hell out of everybody else in his immediate surrounding. Blaine looked at the number before answering but it was a private one. Of course. He sighed and pressed the "answer" touch.

Something he would regret dearly afterwards.

"Hello?" definitely not a familiar voice. But then again, Blaine wasn't familiar anymore with most of the people in Kurt's life.

"Hello. Who am I speaking with?" asked Blaine very formally

"huh, who is it? Kurt?"

"No, I'm his friend. Can I ask you your name?"

"Where is Kurt?" Ok, obviously the guy wasn't gonna rest before speaking to Kurt, even if it meant being rude to a stranger on the phone.

"He's occupied at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"Who are you?" Ok, really rude.

"I'm a friend of his."

"Is Kurt home? Where is he?"

Blaine sensed that this guy had a very big problem with Kurt and wasn't gonna give up before finding exactly where he was and what he was doing.

"He is. He is currently showering and can't be disturbed; I think even someone like you can understand that." Blaine was starting to get really annoyed by this guy, and he didn't care anymore about being polite or what.

"What is that supposed to mean?" said the voice angrily.

"I don't know., you tell me. You can't stop calling, and when someone finally answers, you act very inappropriately and demand answers about Kurt's private life, like you owned him or something. Who do you think you are?"

"I'm his boyfriend! I think I have the right to know about my boyfriend's whereabouts! And besides, who the hell are you?"

"I'm sorry. His… his… boyfriend ?"

"Yeah Andrea, his boyfriend. What are you, deaf or something? Never mind, it's like speaking with a mentally deficient person. Just let him know I'll be there in 5. I think that even you can handle it, can't you?" And the line went off.

Blaine just kept staring at the phone, long after Andrea had hung up. It took him some time for the words to sunk in. Andrea. Boyfriend. Kurt's boyfriend.

And then it hit him. Hard. And he felt like the floor was collapsing under his feet, swallowing him. And the thousands knifes were stabbing him in the same time. Every single one of the them straight in the heart. Every. Fucking. Single. One. In. The. Heart.

Kurt had a boyfriend. Stab. His name was Andrea. Stab. And Kurt had been lying to him all this time. Stab. He had welcomed him back in his life and his own while he was clearly fooling around with an other guy. More stabbing. He had kissed him and cuddle with him and told him he loved him. A hundred stabs at once. And he had… he had … almost… raped…

"What's the matter, Blaine. Who was it?"

Blaine suddenly jumped back in shock, only to see that Kurt was standing in front of him, a towel around his waist, and a dripping with water. He had a confused expression on his face, and was looking at Blaine with concern in his eyes. Fucking concern! It was more than Blaine could handle at the moment. Kurt standing there like a fucking wet sex god, a loving and caring expression on his face! All fake, all a lie!

"Blaine?" asked again Kurt, worry in his voice, as he noticed the strange look on Blaine's eyes. He reached for the other's man hand but Blaine moved it out of reach.

"How dare you touch me?" finally shouted Blaine

"What? Blaine? What's happening? Wait, who was on the phone?" asked Kurt, finally noticing that Blaine was still clenching it hard.

"Oh, are you scared now? Well, let me tell you something, it's too late. Your little dirty secret is OUT!" shouted Blaine, with disgust.

Kurt just kept staring at him, mouth hanging open like if he had lost his mind, and had no fucking idea what Blaine was talking about. That, above everything, made Blaine finally loose it completely.

"Stop looking at me like I'm a fucking idiot, Kurt! I know! I know your secret!"

"What the fuck are you talking about Blaine?" Kurt was starting to get really angry himself, apparently.

"Your Fucking boyfriend, that's who!" Shouted Blaine, examining Kurt's reaction. His eyes seemed to pop out of their lobes, and after a while, his face relaxed as he seemed to understand finally.

"Oh you do know what I'm talking about, now, don't you? How could you? How could you do this to me Kurt?"

"Blaine, please calm down…" begged Kurt

"NO! I'm not calming down. How can be so calm yourself? Or did you think that this whole thing was just some fucking game or what? "

"Blaine, who were you talking to? "

"YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND, KURT!" At this point, Blaine just stopped trying to keep his voice down. He didn't care anymore if Dianna could hear him or the whole city for that matter. He was just so angry! How Kurt could be so oblivious, so stupid?

"Which one?" asked Kurt, before he could think.

"OH MY GOD! DON'T TELL ME THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE! FUCK YOU KURT! FUCK YOU!"

"Blaine, please you misunderstood me. Let me explain… " begged Kurt, almost in tears.

"NO, there is NOTHING to explain! How could you? Was is it just A FUCKING GAME for you? Some kind of REVENGE? Did you just screw me and pretended to care about me, and then you would have left me, to get back at me? THAT WHAT IS WAS ALL ABOUT, right? FUCK YOU KURT! "

Blaine was pacing in the living room, shouting at Kurt, mad beyond reason. He was unable to think properly and all he wanted at this moment, was to hurt Kurt. Punch him, kick him, anything. Or run. Or both. Or something. He didn't know but standing here talking to him, while Kurt wasn't even defending himself by shouting back, wasn't something he could do any longer; but before he could think about his next action further more, the doorbell rung.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT NOW?" finally snapped Kurt

"Probably your BOYFRIEND! Oh sorry, ONE OF YOUR BOYFRIENDS!" barked back Blaine

"Oh FUCK! Don't move Blaine, I'm gonna take care of that and I'll be back! Don't move, we're not done talking!"

"Oh for sure, we're not!"

Kurt left the room, but Blaine followed him. He wouldn't be left behind, there was no fucking way! They would all have a nice chit chat and clear that fucking thing! If Kurt thought that he would get out of it easily, well, he was deadly mistaken. At this point, Blaine couldn't feel his pain anymore. He was just blinded by his rage and anger toward Kurt, and couldn't think rationally. He didn't care about making a scene, or making a fool of himself in front of Andrea, or whatever his fucking name was! He would see the man face to face. One of the men that Kurt was cheating on him with! Kurt who didn't seem to be that guilty about his actions! Kurt who didn't give a fuck about Blaine and just sighed when he realized that Blaine wasn't going to stay put. Kurt, the traitor, Kurt, the cheater.

Kurt eventually opened the door, after taking a deep breath , and here was standing, Andrea! An other thousands knives went stabbing Blaine's heart as he stared at the god like creature standing in the hallway. He was tall, blond, and had gorgeous blue eyes. A model, Blaine thought, if not a fucking movie star! Well, that was just better, so fucking great!

"Andrea, what the fuck are you doing here!" yelled Kurt, not the bit impressed by the sight in front of him. As it turned out, neither was Andrea, who just kept smiling broadly.

"Kurt, what do you think? I'm here to see you! Can I come in?"

"NO YOU CAN'T! NO UNTIL YOU EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE REALLY DOING HERE! AND DON'T LIE ! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU REALLY WANT?"

"Kurt, we should really talk about that inside.." Andrea was definitely not impressed.

"NO!" started Kurt before stopping altogether, at the sight of his neighbor.

"What the hell is all that noise? Some people are actually trying to enjoy their family diner! So take your crap inside!" shouted the neighbor before going back inside his apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Kurt sighed and stepped aside to let Andrea get in, who had a winning grin on his face. Kurt slammed the door behind him really hard, before turning to face the man, his face contortioned in fury.

But Andrea didn't acknowledge right away. He stared at Blaine, scanning him from tip to toes, smirking lightly. Blaine was at the edge of jumping at Andrea's throat but before he could do so, Kurt had started shouting again. Looked like he would do it himself.

"NOW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ANDREA! I THOUGHT I MADE MYSELF CLEAR 2 WEEKS AGO WHEN I TOLD YOU TO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE!"

"you didn't mean it Kurt, I know you. We've never really been apart. We still have each other. It was just a fight, nothing more!"

"WHAT THE FUCK, ANDREA! IT WASN'T A FIGHT! IT WAS YOU, MAKING OUT WITH SOME OTHER GUY! I DON'T THINK THAT'S NOTHING!"

"I'm sorry Kurt. I told you I'm sorry! I apologized. And besides, we both made mistakes. Can we just talk about it and then forget about it? We were so good together. We're made for each other! That's what you said!"

"WHEN IN GOD'S NAME DID I SAY THAT? YOU AND ME, IT NEVER WORKED! YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT, YOU WERE THERE!"

"Kurt, please, don't say that. I know you have problems with commitments but… "

"NO, I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE, THAT'S MY PROBLEM!"

"NO YOUR PROBLEM IS THAT YOU NEVER LET ANYBODY CLOSE ENOUGH ! YOU JUST PRETEND TO LIKE PEOPLE, LIKE YOU PRETENDED TO LIKE ME! AND THEN YOU DUMP US LIKE VULGAR SOCKS!"

"AND SO WHAT? MAYBE I DO, MAYBE I DON'T! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON'T REGRET DUMPING YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING JERK AND YEAH, MAYBE I PRETENDED TO LIKE YOU! BUT SO DID YOU!"

"JUST WHEN I REALISED THAT I WOULD NEVER GET ANYTHING FROM YOU! I JUST TRIED AND TRIED TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, BUT THE ONLY THING THAT YOU CARED ABOUT WAS FUCKING! I'M SORRY IF I FELL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO LIKED ME FOR MORE THAN JUST MY DICK!"

"DON'T FUCKING PRETEND THAT YOU DIDN'T USE ME TOO! JUST DON'T PRETEND! WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU'RE A FUCKING ASS WHO SUCK EVERYTHING FROM PEOPLE LIVES ! YOU GOT OPPORTUNITIES BECAUSE OF ME! WE ALL KNOW THAT WAS YOUR GOAL ALL ALONG!"

"OH COME ON! LOOK AT ME KURT! DO YOU THINK I WOULD REALLY NEED YOU TO GET SOMETHING? NO! I WAS ONLY THE FOOL WHO FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND GOT SCREWED OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, WITH YOUR REPUTATION!"

"DON'T SAY ONE MORE THING IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE, ANDREA!" shouted louder than before Kurt, a deathly glare in his eyes. Blaine almost thought that he would hit Andrea or something.

Apparently so did Andrea because instead of keeping shouting pointlessly at Kurt, he decided to turn at Blaine, and give him a piece of his mind.

"I don't know who you are dude, but let me tell you something very valuable. That man is not all at all what you think he is. He may be soft and stuff in the outside, but he's a real asshole in the inside. If you knew half of the people he screwed, my included, you would run out of this place with your dick between your legs. I really did care about him at some point, but as you see, he just broke my heart. Like he would break yours, if it's not already done; I'm very sorry, man. I just thought I should warn you about the beast. He's just a fucking sexual predator who makes his way by manipulating people and getting them to fall for him. And then he breaks them with the palm of his hand. No remorse. Nothing. I just thought you should know. You seem like a good man to me."

"THAT'S ENOUGH! ANDREA! OUT NOW! OR GOD HELP ME, I'LL KICK YOU OUT MYSELF!"

Andrea shot a last glance toward Blaine, as if he was saying "told you so" before heading toward the door that Kurt had opened widely. Kurt who refused to look at him, or anything else for that matter. It was almost like he was battling for himself for not letting violence over power him. Andrea noticed it apparently, and didn't try to reach at him anymore.

"So this is goodbye, I guess. I'm really sorry Kurt that it came to that. But now I know that there is nothing here for me anymore and I can move on with my life. I just wished I could have helped you too. But you won't let anybody. So I shouldn't feel guilty to say goodbye." Andrea really looked regretful and his eyes were sparkling with what Blaine could guess were tears. He actually did cared for Kurt.

But Kurt obviously didn't give a single fuck, as he suddenly smashed the door right on Andrea's face.

Blaine felt like he had just been struck by lightening, or someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on his face. As painful as it might have been, he also saw things in a whole new perspective. It was almost like he had awaken from a long dream and was coming back to his senses. He saw things differently and he saw Kurt differently. And it was definitely an ugly sight. And he didn't want to stay a minute longer contemplating it.

"DIANNA! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! LET'S GO NOW!" shouted Blaine, determined to get the hell out of here. He needed to think, or to drink, or drown himself, and in either way, it wasn't the place for that.

Thankfully, Dianna had heard him, and had urged into the hallway, her bag pack on her shoulders, were both men were standing, scared to death, head down. Blaine just grabbed her by the arm, everything but gentle, and lead her to the door.

"Blaine, don't go please. I can explain everything!" begged Kurt, almost on his knees. But the sight of Kurt's pleading, so week, just made Blaine angrier.

"MOVE OUT KURT! I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR FUCKING ARGUMENTS! I WISH I HEARD ABOUT THAT BEFORE! BEFORE I LET MYSELF TRUST YOU AND GET CRUSHED!"

"BLAINE! Please… " Kurt tried to grab him, but once again, Blaine shook his hand off, pretty violently.

"NO, KURT! DON'T PRETEND THAT YOU CARE! YOU DON'T AND YOU NEVER DID! YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING ASSHOLE, THAT THREATS PEOPLE LIKE CRAP! YOU DISGUST ME! YOU'RE NOT WORTH LISTENING TO! JUST STAND ASIDE, OR GOD HELP ME, I WILL KICK YOU DOWN LIKE YOU JUST DID! YOU DISGUST ME KURT! I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT THE MAN YOU BECAME!"

"WELL GO! FUCK YOU BLAINE ANDERSON! FUCK YOU! I DON'T NEED YOU AND I NEVER DID! I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU CAME BACK, BUT IT WAS FUCKING POINTLESS! JUST GO THE FUCK AWAY AND MAKE ALL OUR LIVES EASIER! I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"

And that's what Blaine did. He opened the door and left, pulling Dianna with him. He didn't look back, he didn't stop. He just kept walking, his head held high, his back turned on Kurt. The doors of the elevator finally closed on them, as at the other side of the floor, a apartment door closed too.

That was it.

The sun was set, the day was over.

The night had took its place.

Blaine had dropped Dianna at Leila's place, without even exchanging a single word on the ride over. After that, he went to find some cheap hotel he could sleep the night at. As soon as he stepped in the room, he went directly to the mini bar, and emptied it completely. That night he would drink himself to sleep.

Kurt, in the other hand, had processed to destroy everything that stood in his way in his apartment, in a rage that the world had hardly seen. After breaking and smashing every little piece of furniture he could manage to tear apart, he collapsed on the couch, shaking with all his corp. That night he would cry himself to sleep.

The darkness had won.