In the months following Blaines drunken marriage proposal, Kurt secretly began going to see Blaines band play. Hed sneak in during the first set, and sit in the far back corner, not visible from the stage, and hed listen. The first few times he went, he couldnt even bring himself to look at Blaine on stage, just sitting in the back listening, letting his heart break a little more each time.

Finally, when he allowed himself to turn around, his breath caught in his throat. Seeing Blaine again, smiling up on that stage like he didnt have a care in the world shook Kurt to the core. God, he was so beautiful. So he continued to come, always staying hidden, and just allowed himself to worship him from afar.

When Rachel found out what he had been doing, she called Mercedes and they formed in intervention. Mercedes flew to NY one weekend and the girls didnt let him out of their sight. The first night, they stayed in and watched movies and talked. The girls waited until later in the evening before finally confronting him.

Rachel was the first to talk. "Kurt, we know what youre doing, and it isnt healthy."

"Wha..." he looked genuinely confused for a moment.

"Come on, Boo, why do you think Im here?" Mercedes asked in her very own diva way.

"Bu - but, how...what..." he wasnt very eloquent when flustered.

"I saw you last weekend Kurt. I thought you said you hadnt seen him." Her tone was hurt, knowing hed lied to her.

"I - I havent." He received two death glares. "Not really. I mean, he doesnt see me. We dont talk, I just...oh hell, Im pathetic, arent I?" He sighed, dropping his head in his hands.

The girls were at his side instantly, rubbing his back. "Oh baby, its ok. We are so sorry you are going through this. Thats why Im here." Mercedes explained.

"Remember my Barbara-vention? Well, consider this your Blaine-vention." Rachel said with a small smile.

Kurt looked up at his two best friends and wiped a stray tear away before responding. "I suppose its way past due." He said in a sad voice. Then added, "But entirely necessary, I guess."

Rachel and Mercedes eyes met, then they both looked at Kurt with determined looks. "Ok, so heres what we are going to do." Rachel said, always needing to take control. "You are going to make a list." She got up and walked to the desk, grabbing a yellow note pad and a pen.

"A list?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, a list." She repeated, drawing a line down the middle of the paper. "Sort of like a pros and cons list. But this will be your version of that, regarding Blaine."

Kurt visibly flinched when she said his name out loud. Hed thought it in his mind, but had not said it aloud in months. Rachel noticed, but continued on with her plan, knowing they were trying to help him.

"Ok, on one side is reasons why you should continue to be Blaines friend, and on the other, reasons why you should cut him out of your life completely." She paused and let what she just said sink in. "I know it seems like something you should do yourself, but the reason we are here," she nodded to Mercedes, "is to help you. Some of the things we are going to put on this list arent going to be easy, but its important that you hear them."

She sat down beside him and handed him the pad of paper and pen. Kurt took the items from Rachel, then stood up abruptly, startling the two girls. "Come on, lets get some ice cream and move this into the bedroom." He said. "Its going to be a long night, so we might as well be comfortable. Oh," he said over his shoulder as he walked into the bedroom, "Dont forget the kleenex."

The two girls looked at each other with sad smiles. Kurt was right, it was going to be a long night, but they would get through it together. And even though there would be a lot of tears shed, they were sure that Kurt would come out stronger in the end.

The three finally fell asleep around dawn, and slept well into the afternoon. Even though the intervention was about Kurt and Blaine, it had been emotionally draining for all three of them. Rachel was the first one to move from the bed, so she made the coffee. Eventually, Kurt and Mercedes joined her, accepting the liquid caffeine happily.

After their coffee and toast, the three of them had taken turns showering and preparing themselves for the day that was already halfway over. Rachel suggested a nice dinner and then going to a new karaoke club that had just opened. Even though their night had been rough, especially for Kurt, they all agreed on Rachels plan.

Dinner had been fun, and the karaoke club a big hit with the former glee clubbers. Because Kurt used music to help him through tough times in his life, he used the karaoke as a way to say he was getting over Blaine, singing Jar of Hearts. As he sang the last words, who do you think you are, tears were flowing down his cheeks.

After Kurts emotional performance, the girls chose a song for the three of them that had the same emotion, but allowed their diva attitudes to show. When the three of them were called up, they wooed the crowd with their version of You Aint Worth the Salt in My Tears. They were a hit with the crowd especially after throwing in some impromptu dance steps.

The three friends left the club later, arms around each other, laughing. Kurt felt better than he had in months, and was so grateful for his two BFFs. He knew walking away from his quasi-relationship with Blaine would be hard. Hell, it was going to be the hardest thing hes ever done, but he knew it was the only choice he could make.

As they headed back, Kurt formulated a plan in his mind. He knew he couldnt just walk away, like Blaine could so easily do, but he also knew he couldnt talk to him. That would be too hard. So, he would do the only other thing he knew how to do. He was going to sing to him. For closure.

When the three had exited the club, they were too wrapped up in each other to see the curly hair boy that ducked in a dark doorway across the street, watching, tears still running down his face.

Blaines band finished earlier than usual and all left to be with their girlfriends, so he decided to check out the new karaoke club that opened down the block. He walked in and found a seat at the bar right away. As he opened his mouth to order his drink, he heard a distinctive voice began to sing. He jerked his head around and was stunned at what he saw.

Up on the stage, looking more gorgeous then ever, was the very boy that had invaded his every thought for the last two months. Who was he kidding, the last two years. God, just seeing him again sent a shiver down his spine. He knew Kurt had been avoiding him, and to be honest, hed been avoiding Kurt, as well.

Hed broken their friendship beyond repair and was embarrassed. But, God, he missed his best friend. He knew hed freaked Kurt out the last time they had seen each other. What the hell was he thinking, bringing up marriage? Sure, over the summer while he was missing Kurt, he would imagine the two of them together, years from now, married and living together in the city.

But, what possessed him to say that out loud. Oh yea, it was the alcohol. And that was why that night had been the last time he had drank anything stronger than iced tea in months. He knew that if he wanted another chance with Kurt, and God did he ever, that hed have to be sober. So he stopped drinking.

His bandmates gave him shit about it every night, but he stayed strong. And he found that he was able to concentrate more on his music, and had actually written a couple of songs. Not saying that he was an alcoholic, by any stretch, but he did like to drink when he went out, and especially when the band had a gig.

When Blaine realized what Kurt was singing, he felt his chest constrict and was certain he was going to pass out. He couldnt breathe, but was mesmerized by the boy on the stage. The passion Kurt was putting into that song, a song that was directed to him, even though Kurt didnt know he was there, was making him weak.

Realizing he didnt want Kurt to see him, he quickly moved around to the other side of the bar so he could watch unseen. By the end of the song, he too had tears running down his face, and he started to get up and go to Kurt, hug him and tell him how sorry he was. Then he saw who Kurt was with...Rachel and Mercedes. He slumped back down in his seat and waited to see if Kurt would sing again.

And he did, and it was even worse. This time, the girls helped him sing a fun, upbeat song about how Blaine wasnt worth the salt in Kurts tears. Fuck, that hurt.

After that song, Blaine slipped out and barely made it around to the side of the building before completely lost it. He slid down the wall and let the tears come. God, how could he have been so stupid? He never meant for it to come to this. When he first met Kurt, hed been smitten, and he loved their friendship, but his other friends made fun of it, and him every chance they got.

Even though Blaine had been out and proud since his freshman year in high school, he had still been popular because he could blend in with any crowd. Unlike a lot of other schools in Michigan, the glee club in his school was hugely popular, and his voice and extreme popularity had kept him in the in crowd throughout high school, despite his sexuality.

He knew Kurts high school experience hadnt been easy. He was from a very small school in Lima, Ohio, and was the only out gay kid. He wore his individuality proudly, and was bullied for it. Hed told Blaine stories about getting thrown in dumpsters and slushied almost everyday. And even though he was also a member of his high schools glee club, their experiences were completely different.

He and Kurt had many conversations about Kurts past, and Blaine had seen a change in Kurt since that first day. Hed always been a strong person, but since being in NY, Kurt had let his walls come down, and had blossomed into this amazing man. A man that Blaine knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Hed come to this realization over the summer, but unlike Kurt, he wasnt strong, and he had no idea how to confront his friends about how they talked about Kurt, nor did he know how to talk to Kurt. Of course, his idiocy along with too much alcohol had helped him with that.

Which led him to his current position, sitting outside a karaoke bar sobbing because he realized that he just lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. And he was the only one to blame.

Fuck.