A/N: For some reason, Chandler has yet to get a character category on here; in fact, neither has Wade/Unique. Nonetheless, here's a schmaltzy Kandler story.
Kurt stood outside Between the Sheets, trying to decide whether to go back in. He might see Chandler again, and now that Blaine had broken up with him, he was hesitant. Taking a deep breath, he walked into the music store and started going through the stands of new music when an excited voice from behind him called his name.
"Kurt! Hey, it's me, Chandler!" Kurt shivered at the volume and turned, a fake smile plastered on his face.
"Hey, Chandler," he said, taking a step back as the blond boy hurried over.
"How's it going? I'm sorry about the texts. I didn't know you had a boyfriend. Is everything okay with him?" Chandler asked.
"He broke up with me," Kurt whispered and Chandler frowned. He liked Kurt, but he didn't mean to ruin his relationship.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to…" Chandler stammered.
"It's not your fault, Chandler, don't worry," Kurt assured.
"Is it too early to ask if you want to grab a bite to eat?" Chandler looked at Kurt downcast, ready for the denial.
"You know what? I am not going to mourn over Blaine, so sure, let's go," Kurt said, putting on a brighter tone. Chandler grinned and followed Kurt out of the store.
"So how long have you been out?" Chandler asked, scooping clam chowder into his mouth. Kurt had picked Fellini's, an Italian restaurant.
"Going on two-and-a-half years now," Kurt replied, poking at his salad. "My best friend had a crush on me, and I lied to her, telling her I liked another girl. She chucked a rock through my window. I came out to her the next day."
"Do your parents know?"
"My dad said he'd known since I asked for a pair of sensible heels when I was five." Kurt smiled at the memory. Chandler beamed; he liked seeing Kurt smile. "What about you?"
"I live with my mom, she said that she figured it out when I wanted to be Lady Gaga for Halloween three years ago," he explained. "When I went to school the next day as Gaga, some jocks shoved me into a locker. I got fed up and yelled at them, but in front of the whole school. I said that I'm gay and that they can learn to deal with it. Surprisingly, they backed off and my friends began to applaud. That was my first standing ovation.
"Kurt?" Chandler looked over at the brunet, whose eyes began to fill with tears. "What's wrong?"
"It's Blaine. I miss him so much," he whispered. "I'm sorry to unload my problems on you."
"You're okay, let it out," Chandler said, handing the boy a tissue.
"H-he called a w-whore," Kurt sobbed. "He t-t-told me t-that I'm n-n-nothing but a sp-spoiled brat who d-deserves nothing."
"You are not a whore, Kurt. I didn't know and I'm sorry. Don't blame yourself; it's not your fault." Chandler swallowed and put a hand on Kurt's.
"Can we go?" Kurt asked. Chandler nodded and helped the brunet out of the restaurant. He led Kurt to his car, which was parked right outside the restaurant. He put an arm around the boy, who just latched himself onto him.
"Don't let me go," Kurt whispered.
"Not when you're like this," Chandler said, rubbing Kurt's back. "You're going to be okay. I'm here for you."