Questions for questions - Ive got a question: Would you ever dance with me like that?

Girls and Boys In School - Neon Trees

                A week after the call, Kurt moves back to London.  They had spent most of the week spending as much time with each other as possible around Blaine's show schedule and were both looking forward to Blaine's two week break which, naturally, would be spent in London.  Kurt had underestimated how busy he would be back in the office after so many months working on the road, but they manage to make time to talk to each other even though Blaine's schedule is not exactly work-hour friendly.  The weeks fly by while they are both busy and Blaine soon finds himself back in the city which he had so quickly loved, in a flat which feels more like home than any other place he has lived.  He had no real idea what to do with the time off – he felt at a loose end.  The weekends were fine – Kurt was there to occupy him, but his Theatre lifestyle of late nights and late starts had resulted in a sleep pattern that was not really conducive to seeing Kurt in the morning.  His days were long and empty.  He did not know what to do with himself.  He spent the first couple of days recuperating, the rest he spent re-exploring the city – always ensuring he was home before Kurt to make sure dinner was on the table.  Kurt would tell him all about his day – who he had met, the latest gossip from the catwalk, who was secretly having an affair with whom – over dinner and Blaine would smile and laugh and nod along.  But Blaine felt as if he did not really fit.  He did not know the people Kurt was talking about.  He started to feel as if he was a stranger in his own home – the weeks Kurt had spent on his own in London had resulted in him creating a little schedule – a pattern.  A pattern which Blaine was interrupting. 

He starts to pick up on one name – Michael.  Kurt is always telling him about Michael.  About how Michael had saved the day with this idea or that idea, or how Michael had told the best joke, or made the bitchiest comment about so-and-so's latest line.  Everything was Michael, Michael, Michael.  Blaine could hardly be surprised really – Kurt spent more time with Michael than he did with Blaine. 

He tries to talk to Kurt about his insecurities – but it comes out all wrong.  Kurt reassures him that Michael is just a friend and that Blaine is being ridiculous.  Blaine gives up.

                Three days before Blaine has to leave for Scotland he finally meets Michael.  Kurt had practically begged Blaine to accompany him to a networking party – a pre-event for the journalists really.  Blaine had agreed to make Kurt happy.  Anything to make Kurt happy.

Kurt had been in his element – he really was made for situations like this.  The evening had actually been really nice – Kurt had introduced Blaine to some of his colleagues at Vogue.co.uk – it was nice to be able to put face to names finally.  Kurt had introduced them as they had drifted over and they had all been really welcoming and friendly. 

The evening wore on and the bubbly was flowing freely – the food had been amazing and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.  Kurt had excused himself when he had spotted a fellow American correspondent for another fashion publication, leaving Blaine with both of their drinks and a group of female journalists who were grilling him on what it was like to act on a West End stage.

Blaine had no idea how much time had passed – he had been wrapped up in conversation, but when he looked up he had been mildly surprised to see a tall, blonde, and absolutely stunning man sidled up next to Kurt, his arm around his waist.  Blaine assumed him to be one of the catwalk models and thought nothing of it – they were notorious for not eating and then drinking too much alcohol.  Another question about whether or not he would move to Broadway brought him back to his conversation companions until two friends of Kurt's seemed to notice something, spoke in hushed voices, then attempted to lead Blaine to the bar away from where they were presently standing.  Made curious by the odd and unsubtle behaviour Blaine had scanned the dance floor.  Kurt and the blonde were dancing.  He watched for a moment as the blonde guy twirled Kurt around the floor – both were obviously quite far gone.  Come to think of it – Blaine could not recall Kurt having anything to eat that evening.  They were both laughing.  He tried to ignore them – trusting Kurt to know what he was doing – and re-joined the group's conversation, but he kept an eye on the dance floor.

                ‘Don't worry.'  A red-and-black haired lady in her late 20's half-shouted over the background cacophony.  Her name was Jade his brain supplied.  Blaine raised an eyebrow questioningly.

                ‘About Kurt.'  She explained.

                ‘I'm not.'  He replied.  She looked at him disbelievingly.

                ‘That's just Michael.  They're always like that.'

Blaine's heart hammered against his chest.  The confusion must have registered on his face as Jade suddenly went red as if she realised what she had just said.

                ‘Oh, I'm so sorry!'

Blaine did not hear the rest of what she had to say.  He had already mumbled apologies to his companions and had left the room.  He felt sick.

                He could not recall getting back to the flat but he found himself unlocking the door with a shaking hand.  His head hurt and he needed to think.  There was obviously an explanation – he just needed Kurt to explain it to him that was all.  Kurt.  He had left Kurt at the party.

…Not that he would notice…

Blaine pushed the dark thought to the side and reached for his phone to text Kurt.

Blaine: Sorry, baby – the music was giving me a headache.  Went home.  Will prob be asleep when you get in. xXx

He dropped the phone onto the coffee table and dropped down onto the couch.  He needed to be logical here – he was over-reacting.  He was just jealous that's all.  Kurt loved him and he loved Kurt.  There was no way, not after all they had been through together that Kurt would…

…But you did…

Blaine ran his fingers through his hair.  His head and heart pounding; his blood hammering in his ears.  He took a deep breath. 

                Stop it.  Kurt loves you.  You love Kurt.  They were just drunk.  Drunk friends.  If it had been a girl you would have been fine with it.  It's just because he happens to be a guy.  A very, very attractive guy…

…who Kurt talks about all the time.  Jade said they are like that together all the time…

                No.  It is all in your head.  They were just dancing.  It's not like they were making out.  This is just your own insecurities manifesting to torture yourself.

…if you say so…

Blaine groaned. 

                I'll wait up until he gets back then we will talk.  He'll tell me I'm being a jealous, insecure idiot and we will laugh about it.

…Are you really that naive?...

                Blaine had stayed awake until the early hours.  Kurt had not come home.  He had checked his phone compulsively for a reply text from Kurt, but as the sun had risen so had the darker thoughts – Kurt had not come home.  Maybe he had spent the night at a friend's.  Maybe he had spent the night with Michael.  Maybe Kurt had lost his phone and was panicking because he did not know where Blaine was.  Maybe Kurt had finally left him.  Maybe…Maybe…Maybe.

                Keys in the door at 2pm announced Kurt's return.  Kurt looked rough.  Blaine looked worse.