By the time Kurt got home he already had five missed calls from Chandler. He fleetingly considered calling him and making up some excuse, but he decided to just forget about it in favor of turning off his phone entirely and retreating into his bedroom. Almost in a trance, he found himself changing into his baggiest most comfortable pajamas and cocooning himself in a blanket, before walking back out to his TV area and curling into a ball on the couch. He wanted to cry. He wanted all of the horrible feelings he was bottling up to come pouring out, but instead he was numb, practically motionless on the sofa, not even flinching when Marion came and curled up next to him.

He sat there doing and thinking essentially nothing for about a half hour before he managed to start analyzing what had just happened. The time had given him enough clarity to realize that there must be a part of the story he was missing. As far as Kurt and the rest of America knew, Cooper was straight. It's not that Kurt was so delusional as to think that there weren't an actors still in the closet, but after a year of watching Cooper flirt relentlessly with every female in his general vicinity Kurt really didn't think Cooper was one of them. He couldn't deny what he saw, though. Clear as day, on the couch were Blaine and Cooper snuggled up close.

He sighed loudly and felt Marion snuggle deeper into his side, "You'll always be here for me, won't you Marion," Kurt said, rubbing the cat's head. "We'll always have each other," he huffed a bit at how pathetic he must sound, talking to his cat, but this is what his life was now. He curled his arm around the fat tabby and flicked the television on. He settled on reruns of the Real Housewives of Somewhere and eventually managed to fall into a fitful sleep.

Kurt woke up the next morning with a new resolve. His future working for Cooper was still doubtful at this point, but he knew deep down that Blaine really hadn't done anything wrong. He had tried to tell Kurt about the guy he was crushing on, but he had run out, unwilling to hear about his competition. Hell, it was partially his own fault for refusing to tell Blaine who his boss was. So he put on his fiercest outfit, shoved his phone into his pants without bothering to turn it on (he wasn't ready to face forty seven text messages from Chandler), picked up two coffees from cafe on his way to Chelsea, and walked purposefully to Blaine's apartment, determined to get some answers.

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"Look we're not going to get anywhere if you just keep playing the blame game, Blaine," Cooper said exasperatedly form his seat across from Blaine at the younger man's kitchen table. They had parted ways at about eleven the night before, but Blaine made Cooper promise that he would be at his apartment bright and early to iron out what Blaine referred to as the 'Kurt disaster.' Unfortunately step one in the plan: talk to Kurt, was on hold for the moment because his phone was off. "Even if he remains out of contact for the rest of the weekend, all we have to do is wait until he comes into Bee's on Monday morning and this whole thing will be straightened out. You'll be feeding him your very own hand made truffles by Valentine's Day."

"I'm not a chocolatier," Blaine mumbled uselessly, irritated at the fact that Cooper was right for a change. "I just can't believe this is happening. What if he fell madly in love with that guy last night and has forgotten all about me. I mean it's a little suspicious that he hasn't had his phone on all night."

"No way, little brother. No one could hold a candle to you. You are an Anderson after all."

The brother's continued their back and forth and were so involved that the only one who heard the buzzer for their apartment was Mike, who was determinedly staying out the the fray by sitting on the couch and pretending to read the newspaper. "Uh...I guess I'll get it," he said pointlessly, as no one was paying attention to him. "Who is it?" Mike said into the intercom.

"Um...it's Kurt. Can I come up?"

"This ought to be good," Mike mumbled under his breath and pressed the button to let him in. "Come on up. Enter at your own risk," he said at a more audible volume before retreating to the couch and waiting for the show to start.

A few minutes later there was a sharp knock on the door that finally broke Blaine and Cooper from their conversation. "Come in. It's open," Mike called, not bothering to look up from his magazine. When the door opened and the Anderson brothers turned around, it was to the sight of a slightly nervous looking Kurt, clutching two steaming coffee cups in his hands.

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"I...uh, hope this isn't a bad time, but I really need to get this out," Kurt said walking into the room and putting the two cups down on the table. He had been practicing his speech the entire way there. He certainly wasn't expecting to have to give it in front of Mike and Cooper, but it was now or never and awkwardness be damned he was going to say his piece. "Look, I know I should have been more up front about who I work for regardless of my contract and I know that I probably look like a crazed lunatic right now, but Blaine I just want you to know that if this is what you want I'm happy for you."

"Kurt, what..." but he was cut off by the man who clearly was not stopping for anything.

"The truth is, I was in love with you, well am in love with you and I only went on the date last night to try and forget you, but when I saw the two of you in that shop last night I lost it and I ran. I ran, but I'm here now and I care about you enough that if you want to date my boss then I support you one hundred percent, no matter what," Blaine and Cooper both let out a choked noise and tried once again in vain to interrupt Kurt. "But what I want Cooper to know is that what you did, was not cool. I don't know what my future is, as your employee because I'm really hurt and confused right now, but I hope that when I decide you can respect my decision."

"Kurt, please if you would just listen for one second," Blaine tried again only to be cut off for a third time.

"And please, Blaine I'm begging you, don't let this get in the way of our friendship because I just don't know what I'd do with out you I my life. These past couple of months with you have been..."

That was as far as Kurt's speech got, however, because Blaine had finally gotten tired of being cut off and decided to take matters into his own hands. In two swift steps Blaine was out of his chair and striding towards Kurt. Before the ranting man knew what was happening he was being cut off by a pair of lips pressed firmly onto his own. Blaine was kissing him and not just a short, friendly 'please shut up' kiss, but a solid, warm deep kiss that said 'I'm here. I care so deeply for you. Whatever you were thinking before is wrong because I feel exactly the same way.' Finally Blaine pulled away and pressed their foreheads together as the two caught there breath. "Please, Kurt, please please stop talking," Blaine said and Kurt nodded furiously, pulling Blaine by the neck in for another kiss. He was faintly aware of Cooper and Mike watching them from the opposite sides of the room, but it didn't matter. All he could think and smell and taste was Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.

Finally, the two broke apart for the second time only for Kurt to slump like a rag doll into Blaine's arms, tears threatening to spill, "I thought I'd lost you. I thought we would never be together," he said into Blaine's ear, voice shaky.

"I'll explain everything. I promise, but all you need to know right now is that I'm in love with you, too, so in love with you."