Blaine saw Kurt. He saw Kurt when he walked into the Lima Bean and stood in line. He was just still mad about their fight and chose to ignore him, wanting to cool off before confronting Kurt and asking for his apology. Besides why should Blaine apologize first it wasn't like he was in the wrong. But now, after that kiss with Rachel all he wanted to do was tell Kurt how awful their date was and how he preferred to do those things with him, just as friends though not as a date. Blaine looked up from washing his hands into the mirror thinking of the best wording to ask Kurt why he reacted like that when Blaine was going through his crisis.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked out of the restroom scanning the coffee shop for Kurt, only to find that he was nowhere in sight. Maybe Blaine would just try to catch him at school or text or something instead.

He heard that Kurt was sick. However after a week with no sign of Kurt at school, which was weird because Kurt wasn't the kid to miss more than a day or two of school, and him not responding to his calls, texts, Facebook messages, Blaine had no choice but to make his way over to Kurt's house, after making a quick stop to pick up some wonton soup, ginger-ale, Gatorade, and some movies as a get well care package as a peace offering. He knocked a few times and waited.

He wasn't as ready as he thought he was. Mr. Hummel, Kurt's father, answered the door, towering over him with a curious look. What if Kurt told him about their stupid fight? "You're the kid who was hung-over in my son's bed."

And oh yeah Blaine forgot about that, he was eight-five percent sure that Mr. Hummel would be closing the door on him any second now, "Sir, I'm here to see how Kurt is, I heard he's sick and I brought soup, not homemade, or well I didn't make it, but someone had to have made it-" Blaine suddenly had come down with a case of word vomit as he rushed out as many words he could fit in.

"Whoa kid slow down, no need to have a panic attack. Yeah you can go see him, it's probably good you're here he's been acting really out of it lately. He could use some cheering up."

Blaine took a deep breath and walked in assuming that Mr. Hummel had not heard about his and Kurt's spat.

Burt led him up the stairs and knocked on Kurt's bedroom doorframe before entering. "Hey, kiddo your friend Blaine is here to see you."

Blaine's heart sank a little as he saw a lump in a bed and the covers pulled all the way up over his head. Mr. Hummel patted him on the shoulder before announcing that he would leave them be. Blaine cleared his throat a little not sure where to start. "Hey Kurt, I uh … I heard you were not feeling well so I brought you some soup and drinks and movies." No response "We haven't really spoken recently or hung out or anything so I thought maybe we could watch one or two together if you are feeling up to it." No response. Blaine rubbed the back of his neck trying to keep calm. "Really? You're going to act that immature and ignore me when I am trying really hard to get over that stupid argument?" so much for calm.

"I'm sorry"

Those were the words Blaine wanted to hear but they didn't settle right with Blaine, Kurt sounded so small and broken, he just wanted Kurt to apologize for not being as supportive as he should have been, even if he was right in the end.

"I'll leave peacefully, please just don't tell the school," Kurt sounded so defeated, more so than when Blaine first met Kurt.

And now Blaine was seriously confused, tell the school what? There was nothing to tell the school. They just got into a small spat, maybe a little bigger than that but nothing too serious.

"I just … I don't want my dad to look at me differently, he's still getting used to the whole is son is flamin' fag-" Kurt's word slowly became more aggressive and hateful, and held a disgusted tone in his voice. Blaine's sunken heart began to rise in his throat.

"Don't say those things- those-those words!" 'And when you say them about yourself they make my skin crawl and blood boil' Blaine silently added still confused as to what exactly Kurt was talking about. It was silent for a few moments before Blaine spoke again, "Kurt will you please come out from under the covers and have a real conversation with me, we need to talk about this and I want to talk to you about this not your duvet." Blaine knew his voice was close to begging but he just wanted a real conversation with Kurt.

"Please leave me alone," Kurt begged back sounding small, quiet, and defeated again.

"Fine!" Blaine spat out, if Kurt didn't want to fix this then that wasn't his problem, he tried.

He made his way down the stairs mumbling to himself, when Carole surprised him at the bottom step.

"Blaine, I didn't know you were here," Carole said with false cheer when Blaine was trying to storm out of here before breaking down and crying in front of anyone.

"Oh-uh-yeah, I um –I stopped by to see Kurt-" he said unsure of what to say. He finally looked up trying his best to be a polite gentleman and guest. He then noticed Carole also looked unsure of something as well.

"How is he feeling?" She asked hesitantly, and curiously.

"I wouldn't know, he wouldn't really talk to me" his tone more spiteful than it was meant to be.

"Is everything okay?" she sounded like she knew the answer, but he could have been wrong, maybe she was just curious and caring.

"Um well, Kurt and I had a tiff and just, I thought we could get over it, but maybe not," he sighed looking down at the floor unsure of what else to say or do.

There was now an awkward silence and stiffness in the air, and Blaine realized that it wasn't only Kurt that was keeping information. Carole finally stepped in placing a soft hand on his arm, speaking softly "Blaine, did Kurt tell you anything about why he missed so much school?"

"No, I just heard from someone that he was sick, and I thought I would visit him and try to …" he trailed off not wanting to admit he wanted to pull an apology from Kurt. "Excuse me for saying this but I'm not sure I should be talking about my fight with Kurt with you."

"I understand that, and I am not asking you to tell me about your fight with Kurt, that's between you two, but there is something I think you need to know." She led him over to the dining room table "Please take a seat. Is there anything I can get you to eat or drink?"

"Um … no, no thank you."

"Okay, just stay there for a sec I will be right back." She then hurried off into the kitchen. Blaine sat there as he overheard Carol talking to Finn in the kitchen, "Finn, please go up and sit with Kurt. Take him up a snack and see if you can get him to eat something." He didn't have a lot of time to think about Carol's words to Finn before they both exited the kitchen Finn heading up the stairs and Carol sitting down at the table with Blaine. He thought for a moment she had known about their argument but figured it would be unlikely, if Burt had not known there was a low percentage that Kurt talked to her about it. He began to wonder who Kurt would talk to about it … usually he talked to Blaine about everything. Blaine didn't have anyone to talk to about it since he talked to Kurt about everything. He tried talking to his brother about it but that just ended in a disaster.

"There is no easy way to say this, but I know you and Kurt are best friends so I feel you deserve to know," She paused taking a breath and wiping some tears from her eyes. "Blaine, Kurt, he … honey, Kurt's on suicide watch."

And there it was, Blaine watched as everything just shattered around him.

"I just thought you should know, that it isn't you that Kurt doesn't want to talk to or isn't talking to, he is just not really speaking or talking to anyone right now."

"Did he...?" he found himself unable to ask the words; it was all getting caught in his throat.

"Yes, Burt found him in time for the paramedics come pump his stomach"

Blaine felt sick. How could Kurt not tell him how he was feeing? They're supposed to be best friends. He paused suddenly hating himself. If they're best friends then Blaine should have noticed something was off with Kurt, he should have noticed Kurt stopped sharing his ideas and opinions in Warbler practice and that he stopped auditioning for solos or leads or features. He should have noticed Kurt started flying under the radar instead of standing out and that he stopped making jokes and laughing, that he was smiling less. He should have noticed how tired Kurt looked. He should have noticed.

"Blaine …?"

Oh right Carole was still sitting there waiting for him to react or say something. "huh?" …. "Oh Sorry, um can I …? Uh may I talk to Kurt?"

"Sure, will you be staying for dinner?"

"If it's alright with Kurt"

"I am sure he would love it"

Blaine made his way slowly up the stairs something bad settling in the pit of his stomach or maybe his heart all he knew was something hurt and didn't feel right. Maybe nerves. Kurt was almost gone and he just … well not yelled, but his tone wasn't friendly either. He paused in the doorway. "Finn do you mind if I talk to Kurt for a little?"

"No sure … Kurt I'm just going to be in my room so if you need me come get me." Finn left quickly patting Kurt on what Blaine assumed was a foot.

"Hey, Kurt" … "Is it okay that I sit here?" Blaine asked unsure. Kurt didn't say anything, he just slightly nodded and Blaine sat down on the foot of the bed. It was silent as Blaine started noticing the lack of doors in Kurt's room and the missing scarf collection. He closed his eyes focusing on what he wanted to say, not wanting to see anymore. "I'm sorry for fighting with you. I honestly came here to make up because I miss you. Can I … What were you talking about earlier? Leaving school?"

"I just thought that was what you would want."

"I like having you at Dalton with me" Blaine admitted hesitantly

"I didn't want Karofsky at McKinley" Kurt honestly stated

"Karofsky? Kurt what-?" Blaine paused, he compared Kurt to that monster. He actually did that. He should never do that to anyone let alone some as special and wonderful as Kurt. "Kurt did you think-?" he nodded tears welling up in his eyes, Blaine had to grab his hands to prevent him from hiding again, "No, I - … I shouldn't have said that you were like him because you are nothing like him. You hurt my feelings by not supporting me so I wanted to hurt yours and that was a low blow."

Again there was silence. Blaine breathed loudly, trying to keep himself from crying, " Is there … um do you … do you want to talk about it?" He paused, "I mean we don't have to, but if you want to-"

"Stop! Just stop okay?!" That was the loudest Kurt had spoken to Blaine, clearly he was angry about whatever Blaine was doing.

"Stop what? Kurt I am not doing anything!" Blaine silently reminded himself to stay calm.

"Pretending to care, no one cares about me. You have the warblers. My dad has Finn and Carole." Blaine choked on a few words shocked at Kurt. Did he really think this? Where would he ever get that idea?

"Kurt, that's not true your dad loves you and I lov- … you're my best friend and I care about you. I would be so lost with out you. None of the other warblers are my best friend and it's not just because you're gay so don't go throwing that out there. You know my favorite food and color and embarrassing secrets and fears, but that isn't what makes you my best friend. You're my best friend because I can talk to you about anything and I can trust you with a secret, because you'll always be honest will me and tell me what I need to hear especially if I don't want to hear it. And even though I got mad about the whole bi-curious thing you were right and I needed to hear it and I know you will always be there for me if I need you." … Blaine took a pause looking at Kurt's expression, "So you have to promise me you are never going to leave me, especially like this. I told you to call me whenever you needed someone to talk to or you felt like this. I don't care if we are fighting or not, you just tell me our fight needs to pause because you need your best friend … at least I hope I'm your best friend." He looked back down at his hands, a tear escaping his right eye, before reaching over to the dvd's he had brought, holding one in each hand to Kurt.

"Um so … Little Mermaid or Serendipity?"