Kurt knew he had to talk to Blaine, but it was not easy with Blaine was totally ignoring him. So, he found out when Blaines band was playing next and gathered up his courage for a showdown, Hummel style.

Kurt sat at the very back of the bar, hidden away from the band and waited. Just after 11:00, the band took a break. Kurt waited until Blaine approached the bar and took a seat before attacking.

"Blaine, what is the fuck? Why do you continue to play with my feelings like that?" Kurt yelled.

"I - Im not sure what you are talking about." he stuttered back.

"Dont play dumb with me. You know exactly what Im talking about. It the same reason youve been avoiding me for the last three weeks."

"Im not avoiding you, Ive just been busy, you know, with school and the band." The excuse sounded weak, even to Blaines ears, and he looked down, avoiding Kurts eyes.

"Really," Kurt said in the bitchiest voice he could muster to cover the hurt he was feeling. "So you werent avoiding me because of what happened on New Years Eve?" He saw Blaines face pale, and continued on. "Look Blaine, you are one of my best friends and I really want to believe that you dont set out to hurt me on purpose."

Blaine look up then, surprised and a little sad. "Kurt..."

"I just want to know why, ok? We were together, Blaine. You spend the night in my bed, innocently, yes, but you were there holding me all night, like you cared." Blaine looked like he wanted to say something, but Kurt raised a hand to stop him. "You kissed me Blaine, at midnight. Hell, you kissed me at midnight for all the time zones, remember? Because its certainly burned in my memory." Kurt stopped then, a tear trying to escape out of the corner of his eye. "Please Blaine, just help me understand." He hated the pleading tone he heard in his voice, but he really needed to know.

Blaine just sat there, shuffling his feet on the bottom of the bar stool, avoiding eye contact with Kurt, yet again. He grabbed his beer, chugged it and wiped his mouth before beginning. "Im sorry Kurt. I was drunk. It was fun, sure, but it was a mistake. I though we were just having a little fun. It didnt mean anything, and Im sorry if you thought otherwise."

Even though Blaines words were said in a rush, he heard them loud and clear. Throughout the course of Kurt and Blaines weird relationship, Kurts heart had been stomped on, bruised, and cracked on many occasions, all thanks to Blaine Anderson. But to tonight was different. All the cracks began to get bigger, and the bruises began to swell, until Kurt felt like his heart literally exploded in his chest.

His breath was coming in short gasps, and he knew if he didnt get out of that bar, he would break down and beg Blaine to take it back. But Kurt Hummel did not beg, so he did the only thing he could. He ran. No, he didnt make a dramatic exit like he wanted to. He wasnt about to give Blaine the satisfaction, so he stood up, although later hell wonder how his legs didnt collapse right then and there, threw some money on the bar to cover his and Blaines drinks, yes, he was still a gentleman even when heartbroken, and calmly walked out the door.

Once he got outside, he put his arms around himself, hoping it would somehow help him hold it together until he got away from there. He didnt want to see or talk to anyone, so he just started walking.

With each step, Blaines words reverberated in his head, it was a mistake, it didnt mean anything. Those words were on a constant loop in his head, and he wanted to scream. He didnt know when he had started crying, he soon found himself stumbling over the curb, because the tears were clouding his vision.

Hes not sure exactly how he get there, but suddenly he was in Central Park, under a tree, sobbing. He sat with his knees up, arms wrapped around his legs and his head buried in his knees. He rocked back and forth, letting all the built up emotions come out, and boy did they come out.

His body was literally in pain. He felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest, and his body was being held in a vice, squeezing out every ounce of feeling, and fuck, it hurt so much. He wondered if people could actually die of a broken heart, because he certainly felt like he was dying. How was he supposed to go on?

New Years had been the best night of his life. Finally being able to get close to Blaine. He thought dancing with him had been heaven. Being held so tightly, swaying to the music, listening to Blaine sing into his ear, feeling his warm breath on his neck as he pulled him in closer had been amazing. But nothing compared him to what he felt when Blaine kissed him. Holy hell, his lips were on fire, and that fire spread throughout his entire body ins matter of seconds. Hed heard some people saw fireworks when they got the kiss from the one, but Kurt didnt see fireworks, no. He saw an entire fucking explosion of color.

Flashback...

Blaine stayed long after the last guest left, and Rachel had excused herself to bed. He and Kurt lay on the couch watching Dick Clarks New Years Rockin Eve, which is when they decided to ring in every New Year, in every time zone, with another kiss. if kissing at on New Years Eve is good luck, then imagine how awesome our year will be if we kiss at every New Year, Blaine had whispered into Kurts ear at five minutes till one. And so, every hour, their lips met in a passionate kiss, losing themselves in the excitement of it all.

At around four, Kurt stood up and grabbed Blaine by the hand, leading him to his room. Blaine looked panicked for a moment, but Kurt calmed him quickly, explaining that the couch was not a suitable place to cuddle if they wanted to get any rest. Blaine relaxed, and put on the sweats and t-shirt Kurt offered him before climbing into bed.

Kurt decided to skip his moisturizing routine in favor of the gorgeous man in his bed. When he returned to the room after putting his own sleepwear on, the sight that greeted him nearly stopped his heart. There was Blaine, the boy who had held Kurts heart since that first day in acting class, in his bed, looking like he belonged there.

And even though tonight had been his first kiss and he certainly wasnt ready for more, he knew, deep down, that if Blaine had asked, he would have done anything. That thought scared him and also excited him.

At that moment, Blaine looked at at Kurt and smiled shyly, and Kurt knew he was lost forever. God, he loved that boy so much it literally hurt. So he returned the smile and slid into bed next Blaine. Things were awkward for a moment, then Kurt turned over and wrapped his arms around Blaine, laying his head on his chest. Both boys let out a relieved sigh and Blaine slid his arms around Kurt, pulling him closer, and kissed the top of his head. Kurt lifted his head, leaning forward and placed a quick kiss on Blaines lips, before snuggling back down again. He heard Blaine whisper, "Happy New Year, Kurt."

"Happy New Year, Blaine." he responded, before drifting off Into a blissful nights sleep.

When he awoke the next morning to an empty bed, he was disappointed, but not worried. Blaine probably needed coffee, which Kurt totally understood, so he drug himself out if bed and made his way to the kitchen, expecting to see Blaine sitting at the table, or at the very least, smell coffee, but neither happened.

Thats when Kurt started to panic a little. He walked to the front door, realizing that Blaines shoes and coat were gone. Ok, so maybe he went out to get coffee. He was a coffee snob. Or maybe he had to get home early and forgot to tell Kurt. He probably left a note, Kurt thought, so he spent the next 20 minutes tearing through the apartment, looking for a note, but finding nothing.

It wasnt until after that he thought about his cell phone. He was sure Blaine had texted him after realizing hed forgotten to leave a note. He opened his phone to messages from his family and friends, all wishing him a happy new year, but there was nothing from Blaine.

So he decided to stop stressing and just text Blaine first. So he did. Just a quick, thoughtful message that only Blaine would understand. Hey, whered you disappear to? We still have a few more time zones to bring in.

He waited, hoping that hed get a quick response. No such luck. Kurts phone was practically glued to his hand the entire day, and he flinched every time it buzzed, hoping upon hope that is was Blaine, but it never was.

Rachel had been gone most of the day, and returned home to find Kurt in tears on the couch, clutching his phone. She didnt even have to ask. She had seen the two boys the previous night and was surprised, but happy. It seemed Blaine had finally manned up and gave into his feeling for Kurt, but seeing Kurt look so broken, she realized that nothing had changed. No, that wasnt right. Everything had changed. Because this time, he had gone too far. He had taken Kurts first kiss, and then walked away again, like he didnt matter. God she really hated Blaine right now.

She spent the next three days comforting Kurt, watching movies with him and eating tub after tub of ice cream. Luckily, their new semester didnt start for another four days, because there was no way Kurt was going to be able to pull himself together that quickly. So Rachel made arrangements or the two of them to go back home to Lima for a long weekend.

She contacted Burt and Carole and them that she and Kurt were a little homesick, and needed some down time away from New York. They didnt question her, even though the two of them had been home the week before for Christmas.

Rachel also put an SOS call into Mercedes, who dropped everything and headed home to Lima to be there for her boy.

The three of them spend the first two days holed up in Kurts room watching movies, talking, eating, and just being. The girls did everything in their power to help their best friend, and by the end of the second day, he actually felt almost normal. Of course, his heart was still broken, but he knew he was strong enough to overcome this.

Rachel and Mercedes visited their perspective homes during the day, but refused to leave their boy alone at night. During the day, there were many distractions to keep his mind off of the "B" word. The girls refused to acknowledge him by name, so he was dubbed "B," which took on several different meanings by the end of the week. But, they knew at night, when it was quiet, thats when his memories would come back full force. So they lay on either side of him, holding him and just being there.

When the time came for them to return to New York, Kurt was much stronger and everyone could see it. While Kurt was packing, Burt pulled the girls aside and said, "I dont know exactly why you three came back, but I know it had nothing to do with being homesick." When the girls tried to speak, he stopped them. "I just want to say thank you, for being there for him. I know he was hurting, and it kills me to see him like that." His voice cracked and be took a shaky breath before continuing. "I also know that without you two, I dont think he would have healed like he did, and that means the world to me. Thank you for the friendship and support youve given him through the years." He pulled the girls into a quick hug before returning to the kitchen to help Carole pack snacks for their trip home.