Blaine woke up. The pounding of his head immediately told him he had a hangover and his brain quickly rushed to his memories of the previous night to survey the damage. He lay there for a bit trying to make the hazy images in his head make sense. It took him a few moments to remember all the events, but when he did, an enormous grin spread over his face as he recalled certain activities he did with one Kurt Hummel... Sure, they had agreed it was just "bros helping bros" at the time, but it quite obviously gave away the fact that Kurt still had feelings for him. After deciding to call Kurt later that day because it was still relatively early, Blaine rolled over and closed his eyes. Today could be the day that all was forgiven and that confessions of love would be shared once more.

Blaine hit play on his iPhone and the music started blaring out of the speaker on his desk. Katy Perry, he decided, channelled his feelings today and he felt good dancing randomly around his room whilst getting dressed, occasionally stopping to belt out the chorus to his reflection in the mirror. He was currently grinning wildly at himself whilst singing 'Last Friday Night' at the top of his lungs. Glancing down at the hair brush in his hand he caught sight of the pictures decorating the wall just below his mirror. Faded and blurry, the pictures still held his favourite memories in their pixels. All his good friends appeared numerous times in photo form on this patch of his bedroom wall, but the more centralized ones involved Kurt. His and Kurt's selfies, photos of them laughing together, hugging and singing, messing around, being young. He looked back up at his reflection and saw that his face mirrored his expressions in the pictures – he was smiling at the memories. He was content when he was with Kurt, he was happy. But that light in his life faded when Kurt left, and it was just starting to flicker again in hope – and that felt good. Today could be the day.

It was a Sunday, his dad was at work and his mum was out with friends, so Blaine had the house to himself. He tried to entertain himself but there was nothing on TV, nothing new on Facebook, he had already completed all his homework and besides, the only thing he really wanted to do was speak with Kurt. So, after a couple of hours of trying (and failing) to distract himself, he gave a huge sigh, stood up from his position on the sofa which he had been in for the last hour and a half, and walked towards his phone which he had left on the mantel piece. Here it was. This could be it. This could be it. He brought up Kurt's contact details and clicked on the number. The phone began to ring. As the ringing sounded seemingly endlessly, he started to notice the tight feeling in his stomach. What if this isn't it? What if – but his train of thought was broken by a voice he knew so well. It was a voice he had learned to love but he was, at that moment very aware of the power that voice had. It had the power to say those words. It had the power to make today the day. But it also had the power to break his heart.

"Hello?" Said that oh so familiar voice.

"Oh! Um...Kurt hi!" He replied awkwardly. He sat down on his sofa, then stood up, then walked over to the arm chair and perched on the arm, crossed his legs, uncrossed them, stood up and began to pace. He was most definitely nervous.

"Blaine?" Asked the man at the other end of his phone, who, of course, couldn't see Blaine's nervous movements and was only receiving an awkward silence.

"Oh um sorry….yeah…I…" Blaine's brain seemed to cease to function properly as half of it was taking Blaine back to the times that voice had whispered his name last night, whilst the other half was backing out chanting "bad idea. This was a bad idea. Definitely a bad idea. Put the phone down. Then run. Bad idea" - which really wasn't helping.

"Can umm... I mean...What do? No... Um..." Stuttered Kurt and Blaine had the sudden realization that Kurt was nervous too, but he had absolutely no idea what this new information meant and therefore it was completely useless to him.

"I err...I was just wondering if you..." Blaine forced out, turning redder and physically cringing at each word. If you what? Thought Blaine. If you feel the same way that I feel about you? I know you used to, I know that you used to feel happy when you saw me, that butterflies used to set flight inside you when we kissed... you used to tell me, but you said it in such a way that it sounded like poetry. You often did that. Like that day that we sat atop that hill and it was so quiet that not even the birds were singing, so as not to break the peace. We lay there side by side and you described that feeling you get in summer when you're so carefree and the lightness inside of you is so great that you feel as if you could fly. You asked if I got that too. I told you I did. And when you explained it, it was like you were reciting a book and I could have listened for hours to your words and your voice… but do you feel that way now? Or are all the butterflies dead? Suffocated by the treatment I gave you, by the betrayal that poisoned the air they breathed. Just tell me. I need to know.

"If you?" Prompted Kurt, bringing Blaine out of his reverie

"Right sorry, if you...if last night meant that, meant..."

"Blaine." Kurt cut in, "I…just can't be… be dealing with this right now ok? I've got to get back to New York… I've got to get my life back on track because it derailed when you cheated on me Blaine and you know that. I need to forget about this relationship in the hope that we can stay friends in the future… I'm sorry Blaine, but this….us…it…it just isn't what I need. I'm sorry."

"That's ok" whispered Blaine brokenly, but Kurt had hung up. That was it. Kurt was off back to New York, back to the life he had out there without Blaine and he was taking a chip of Blaine's heart with him.

Hello! Haven't written in quite a while so I hope this seems ok! Just a quick warning - this is a story that I have previously half written but that I'm starting again with, re-writing each chapter and hopefully finishing it this time! so just don't go and read 'chipping away at my heart' because it is this storyline just badly written...

As always, reviews and suggestions are appreciated and thank you for reading! I look forward to updating! :) xxx