Kurt picked several ice cubes from the tray and placed them in the cloth. He wrapped them carefully and picked it up placing it gently on the back of Blaine's head.

"I can't believe I fell off the couch and smacked my head," Blaine muttered feeling quite embarrassed by the whole scene that had occurred. He felt responsible and uncomfortable at destroying Kurt's relationship with Rachel even though he hadn't been at fault. He didn't want something like that hanging over his head.

He gasped in pain as the coolness of the ice cubes started to soak through the material and cool the back of his scalp. "It feels like the back of my head is going to explode!" he exclaimed.

Kurt gave a gentle chuckle in response and Blaine closed his eyes, basking in the feel of having Kurt's tender hands sooth him. They had been sitting side by side on the sofa but now Kurt eased him back cuddling him into his embrace, Blaine's back lying comfortably against Kurt's chest. Kurt wrapped his free hand around Blaine's middle while the other held the ice pack to his head. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on the top of Blaine's head his nose tickling from his curls.

"I heard about what you did with Santana," Blaine began after a few moments, his eyes still closed. He had been lost for a moment breathing in Kurt's cologne.

"It was a business decision," Kurt reflected, although he knew that wasn't entirely true. Completely unlike him, his emotions had played into his decision. A cautious smile came across Kurt's face, in fact, his emotions had come into a lot of things this week and it definitely had something to do with the man he currently had in his arms.

"It was good decision," Blaine whispered placing his hand over Kurt's and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It felt good." 

Blaine felt him snuggle closer lowering his body so his head was now in line with his and his chin came to rest in the nook of his neck. Both of them were ignoring what had taken place, neither wanting to talk about it.

They were silent for a while enjoying each other's presence and then it suddenly hit Blaine. This would be the last time that Kurt would hold him. The last time that Blaine would feel his breath on his neck, feel Kurt's arms wrapped around his body, feel his lips place soft kisses on his collarbone.

The intimate embrace was suddenly too much. He quickly sat up and turned to face Kurt. Their eyes met and Blaine could feel himself being pulled even further into that place where he dreamed their feelings were mutual. But it wasn't real, he blinked hard, despite the tender way Kurt had held him, Blaine had to remind himself. Kurt didn't love him. His thoughts raced back to Rachel. What she had said was true, how could Kurt possibly return such feelings when all that Blaine was was a whore and Kurt had all those handsome men waiting for him in New York?

He scooted back along the couch creating more space between them and gave him a shy, embarrassed smile.

"I think this is OK," he told him pointing to his head and licking his lips nervously. "I gotta get going." He rose quickly eager to leave before Kurt managed to seduce him into staying with his eyes alone. He kept his gaze on his feet, scared that if he met Kurt's eyes again he wouldn't have the strength to leave.

"Yes, I noticed you'd packed." Kurt's eyes fell on the Blaine's belongings. It hurt so much to see them lined up beside the door. It was something he really didn't want to see, it was so final, so wrong. "Why are you leaving now?"

Blaine couldn't voice what he really felt. He couldn't tell Kurt that he had too much pride, pride that was going to prevent him from staying one more night even though his whole body ached for it. To stay would mean one more night that would only torture him knowing that his love was not being returned and when he woke up the next day, he would have to go through the same motions and leave, feeling like a lost puppy with its tail between its legs. No, if Kurt didn't love him, he had to go now.

Blaine however decided to go with an easier explanation to explain his early departure.

"Kurt, there will always be some guy or girl, even some friend of yours, thinking they can treat me like Rachel just did, thinking it's allowed." He finally managed to meet Kurt's eyes but shied away again. They were piercing. "What are you gonna do? You gonna beat up everybody?"

Kurt shook his head. He knew what Blaine was really doing. Kurt knew exactly why Blaine was really going.

"That's not why you're leaving," Kurt told him softly standing to try and clasp his hand. Blaine scuttled back trying to find a safe distance.

"Look," Blaine began his voice wavering with emotion. "You made me a really nice offer and a few months ago, no problem, but now everything is different." He paused for a moment trying to clear his thoughts. "And you changed that," he said referring to the love that Blaine felt for him, "and you can't change it back." Everything he said was so true, there was no way he could turn off his emotions and then he said the most honest thing he had ever said before. "I want more."

Kurt couldn't believe that this was going to be their parting conversation. He didn't want it to end like this. He rushed forward, his arms coming around Blaine and holding him against him.

"I know about wanting more, I invented the concept," Kurt exclaimed forcefully, his voice deep and seductive. "The question is, how much more?"

"I want the fairy tale," and this time Blaine's voice did crack. Blaine swallowed deeply, daring Kurt just this one last time to come forward and say the words he wanted so desperately to hear.

Kurt however remained silent.

Defeated, Blaine swallowed again and managed to shrug out of Kurt's hands, his hold now weak as he was unable to say the words that were playing at the back of his mind. He tried to push them away. They weren't emotions or thoughts that he was used to feeling, let alone dealing with. Kurt could only shake his head. He watched, feeling detached from his body as Blaine gathered his belongings.

"If you ever need anything," Kurt suddenly announced following him hurriedly to door, not wanting everything to end just yet. "Whatever you need you give me a call." Kurt approached him again the pair now standing at the room's entrance.

"I had a good time," Blaine told him his voice shaking with a fake smile. 

"Me too," Kurt agreed raising his hands to rub Blaine's arms. He let go and opened the door to let Blaine leave. Kurt cursed himself, the emotions, the feelings, they were too overwhelming. He closed his eyes not wanting to watch but before Blaine could move and before Kurt realized what he was doing, he quickly pushed the door closed. Blaine startled backwards in surprise.

"Stay," Kurt begged his eyes imploring him. He raised his hand placing it gently on Blaine's chest. "Stay the night with me. Not because I'm paying you, but because you want to."

Blaine swallowed the emotions in his throat. It was tearing him apart seeing the raw passion in Kurt's eyes and hearing it in his voice but it still wasn't enough. It had to be all or nothing because as much as Blaine would have done anything to spend one more night with Kurt, to lay in his arms, to feel him inside of him once more, to talk sweet nothings to each other, it would literally kill him.

"I can't," Blaine whispered unable to look anywhere else but his lips. Oh, how he wanted to taste them one last time. 

Kurt gently shook his head wanting ever so much to reach out, to take him in his arms and beg him to stay. He may not be able to tell he loved him forever, but for just one more night he could love him in all the other ways, show him the passion and caring that he was so capable of when there wasn't so much at stake. He just wasn't brave and bold enough to take that step but somewhere deep inside he could feel the conflicting emotions begin to tug away at him.

"Goodbye," Kurt told him but in truth, without Kurt even realizing, his eyes held the emotions that his heart was not ready to acknowledge and accept. If only Blaine had looked up then, he would have seen that glimmer of hope revealed in Kurt's vulnerable moment.

"I think you have a lot of special gifts." Blaine whispered. He reached out stroked Kurt's hand for the last time and opened the door. He walked down the hallway, mortified and devastated that it was only silence that followed him to the lift because Kurt had closed the door after him.