After Kurt had been told what happened between Adam and Blaine, he was shocked. He hadn't answered Adam's calls or texts for a week because he didn't know what to say. Was he supposed to feel protected and loved? Because he didn't. Was he supposed to feel horrified and like he never wanted to see Adam again? But he didn't feel that either. He just felt...confused.

While he was letting his swirling emotions settle, he figured he might as well continue with his visit. After all, his family loved him and had been expecting to spend time with him. It would be unfair to just leave now. So he went to spa days with Carole, and helped his father in the garage. He cooked dinner for them, a new recipe he had tried out on Adam a few weeks ago for herb-crusted salmon.

Kurt didn't try to see Blaine, he was really embarrassed about what Adam had done, and was hoping not to think about the implications of the soulmate mark. But somehow, he kept seeing Blaine. When Kurt was opening his window to let in some fresh air, Blaine would also be opening his window across the street and their eyes would meet, both quickly looking away.

When Kurt was shopping for groceries, he and Blaine kept bumping into each other in the same aisles, only to find that they had planned to make the same meal that night. Then it happened again two days later. It was getting to be too much to ignore. Kurt knew that something had to be done, he had to move forward somehow, if only to resolve whatever the universe was trying to tell him by placing Blaine in his path so often.

Each time Blaine saw Kurt, he would have to bite his cheek hard to keep from smiling, and even then it didn't always work. The cut in the form of a line crossing out Kurt's name on his arm did absolutely nothing to stop his growing crush. Kurt was so genuine with his family, so friendly, so generous and giving and hot and...Blaine had started daydreaming about the chestnut-haired, wiry boy-next-door and could not seem to stop. The only thing keeping him from going to Kurt's door was the lingering fear from what Adam had told him. It had to just be a threat, right? After the initial terrified feeling and pain had worn off, Blaine thought it through. Of course Adam had felt attacked and panicked, who wouldn't? Adam had been cruel and caused Blaine unnecessary pain, but he doubted that Adam would actually kill him for speaking with Kurt. I mean, he was pretty sure...

In the end, Blaine wasn't the one to make the decision. He was finishing Warblers practice, and unsuccessfully trying to make eye contact with a pouting, broken looking Sebastian. Giving up on Sebastian for the day and promising himself to try again on Monday, he decided to drive home for the weekend. When he stopped on the way for gas, he found himself face to face with Kurt, who had parked his jeep right behind Blaine's car.

"Well, Blaine," Kurt said, his bright blue eyes sparkling with humor, "this is getting a little ridiculous. Want to go for coffee with me, or do you have plans tonight?"

Blaine didn't try and hide his big smile this time. "Sure, Kurt, lets get coffee."

Coffee turned into dinner, and dinner turned into desert at yet another café. Blaine and Kurt could not seem to stop talking to each other. Kurt was completely charmed by Blaine's love of various types of music including musical theater, and they actually got kicked out of the Lima Bean for being too loud singing a duet from Book of Mormon.

They didn't kiss, or even touch, but there was undeniable electricity between them. Kurt had never felt quite this way with Adam, it was as if Adam had been a roller coaster and Blaine was sky diving. More dangerous, less predictable, and a hundred times more thrilling. Kurt knew he was in serious trouble, and when they finally parted ways at midnight, Kurt realized it was time to call Adam.

"Kurt I am so so so sorry I love you so much I don't even know what came over me you have to forgive me I miss you so much I just—

"Adam, stop. I love you too. It's not easy for me to understand how you could have done something so violent, and I want to forgive you, and trust you again. Just give me some time, okay?" Kurt could hear Adam's quiet sobbing on the other end of the line.

"Of course, Kurt, take the time you need, just remember how good we are together, okay? We can't let whatever this is come between us. We are planning an entire LIFE together, Kurt, and we have to—"

"Baby, stop. We'll figure it out." Kurt soothed him.

"Oh God it is so good to hear you call me baby again, this week has been hell, I—"

"Not right now, baby. I need some time."

"Okay, okay, right. Time." There was a long silence, filled with Adam wanting to talk more but biting his tongue.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight."

Kurt had been planning on telling Adam about his evening with Blaine, really he had. But Adam had sounded so wrecked and desperate, bringing it up seemed like it would have been just plain mean. Kurt would tell him later, when they worked this all out. Kurt would go back to New York when his visit was done, and move in with Adam as planned, and Blaine would be fine. On his own, or with Sebastian. At the thought of Blaine and Sebastian together, Kurt felt an uncomfortable lurch in his stomach. Maybe it was something he ate?

Then he felt a horribly familiar sting on his forearm. He didn't want to look, he knew what would be there already. He undressed and took a shower, all while avoiding looking at his arm.

When he got into bed it was 1AM and he couldn't avoid it anymore. There it was, a red, stinging, lovely letter B. Kurt woke up many times during that night from lucid nightmares where he was being chased, and in the morning before he opened his eyes, he heard himself whispering.

"What am I doing?"