A/N: I would like to say before starting this story that I am (almost) completely Team Kurt with regards to the current storyline (I'm trying to be discrete in case some folk still don't know what's going on), despite the fact that this story is predominantly from Blaine's point of view. I am a hopeless romantic, so I am (desperately) hoping to reverse Blaine's character assassination in my take on getting Klaine's romance back on track.

I haven't written anything in about 20 years so am more than a little rusty. I started writing this as therapy but my friends persuaded me to share; I'm hoping doing so will make me get my arse into gear to get it finished. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing that is recognisable from Glee.

Chapter 1

It was a letter. From Kurt.

Blaine stood there looking at the thick envelope in his hand, taking in the New York City postmark and the familiar neat handwriting. It had been waiting on his bed when he came back from the bathroom. His heart was racing and his stomach was churning. Taking a deep breath and sitting down on his bed, he slowly turned the envelope over and began to open it. He really didn't know what to expect; it had been weeks since he had been to New York and confessed to Kurt and all his attempts at communication since had been ignored. But hope still fluttered inside him.

That was quickly crushed when he removed the contents: several sheets of what appeared to be blank paper, which must have been padding for a small item which fell in his lap. He felt like he couldn't breathe when he realised what it was.

The promise ring.

The ring he had made for Kurt out of gum wrappers. The ring he gave to Kurt as he promised him so many things. The ring he had given to Kurt before he went to New York and everything went wrong. Before Blaine made the biggest mistake of his life and cheated on him.

He looked back at the paper in a daze, then realised there were two sentences written in the crease of the page:

I thought about breaking it. Please stop calling me.

Blaine felt like he had been punched in the gut. He gently placed the promise ring on the bed next to him, stood shakily with the paper still in his hand and made his way over to his bedroom door. He opened it and tried to keep his voice even as he shouted downstairs.

"Mom, can you call school and tell them I won't be in today? I really don't feel so well."

Mrs Anderson came to the bottom of the stairs and took one look at her son's pale face and nodded.

"Ok honey, I'll give them a call. I'll bring you some tea in a minute."

Blaine shook his head slowly. "No thanks Mom," he said quietly. "I'm just going to go back to sleep."

He closed the door and walked back over to his bed unsteadily. He crawled over it, curled up in a ball and the last of his control broke. He clutched the note to his chest and let out months worth of emotion as he sobbed uncontrollably into his pillow.

It was over. It was finally confirmed that it was over. He had lost the love of his life.

A few days went by and if Blaine thought the pain was bad before Kurt's note, that was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. He couldn't eat because he felt sick; he couldn't sleep, and when he did doze off, he'd awaken with stomach cramps; his concentration was at an all-time low, and none of the many after school clubs he joined were doing a great job of acting as a distraction.

It was whilst in the "Superhero Club", half-listening to people dressed in costumes discussing the merits of being able to fly versus being telepathic, that he decided he couldn't take it any more.

He stood up, gathered his things and made his excuses before going to get changed into his normal "alter-ego" clothes. As he put on his bow tie, he realised it was one that Kurt had bought him to cheer him up after the Buckeyes had lost an important game. Kurt may not have understood Blaine's love for football, but he saw that Blaine was bummed about it, and wanted to do something to put a smile on his face. So he bought him a bow tie that he said "brings out the green in your eyes". As Blaine looked in the mirror and saw that it did, in fact, do just that, his eyes filled with tears, that spilled over down his cheeks.

Blaine wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, picked up his bag, and left the school. He didn't want to go home yet, but didn't have any particular destination, so he just kept walking, wherever his feet took him.

He was thinking about Kurt, as he was all Blaine ever thought about lately; how much he missed him: his smile, his laugh, the way he blushed when he looked up to find Blaine watching him. Blaine couldn't believe it had all gone so wrong, and it was his actions that had put the final nail in the coffin of the best relationship he had ever had with anyone in his life, family and friends included.

This brought on a fresh wave of tears, and he lowered his head to look down at the sidewalk. Suddenly into view came a golden furry face that suddenly came VERY close.

As he pushed down the Golden Retriever jumping up at him excitedly, he realised he recognised the dog. "Harvey?"

"Yeah," came a familiar gruff voice. Blaine tensed and didn't dare to look up. "Carole's aunt has the 'flu, so she volunteered me to walk her dog, said the exercise would do me good." Burt Hummel said. "Hello Blaine."

Blaine finally plucked up the courage to look Burt in the eye, before quickly looking back down at the dog, who was calm now, sitting down and panting. "Hello Mr Hummel. Yeah, I helped Kurt walk him a few times when she broke her ankle last year," he said nervously, crouching down and stroking the dog's head, and patting his side. The dog looked at him with sad eyes that reflected his own as though he knew what was going on.

Burt was quiet for a second, so Blaine told himself to suck it up and face the music. He looked up and opened his mouth to speak, but the expression on Burt's face was not the one he was expecting. He was frowning, but not in a stern way. It looked more like concern.

"You ok, kid?" Burt asked, and Blaine could safely say those were not the words he was expecting to come out of his mouth either. He realised he probably looked a mess, big dark circles around red-rimmed eyes and tear stains on his cheeks. It was a sight that was all too familiar from his bathroom mirror.

"Er, yeah, sorry sir." Blaine said, shakily, looking down again.

"You sure? Because you don't look so good. Anything I can do?"

Blaine was really shocked. It's not that he didn't expect kindness from Burt Hummel; he could be intimidating but he had a big heart. But Blaine didn't expect to be on the receiving end of his kindness under the circumstances. Maybe he didn't know. Oh god.

"I know Blaine. About you and Kurt." Burt seemed to read his mind. Blaine's heart dropped. Here it comes. He took a deep breath and stood up. He looked Burt right in the eyes, albeit with shame in his own and opened his mouth to speak again. Again Burt beat him to it.

"Look kid, I know what happened. I don't know details.. and I don't want to!" he said hurriedly, raising his hands in a stop motion, Harvey's lead wrapped round one of them. He lowered his hands and sighed. "But I do know Kurt's devastated - and I'm not saying that to upset you more." he said, again raising his hands. He sighed again and removed his baseball cap to scratch his head before replacing it.

"Obviously, I'm his old man, so I don't like seeing him hurting, but if this," he said gesturing to Blaine's miserable expression and the tears beginning to form in his eyes again, "is anything to do with what's going on with you two then I don't think you've had it too easy either."

Blaine nodded, then swallowed and started to speak in a dry, choked voice. "Mr Hummel, I am so sorry - "

"Stop there kid!" Burt interrupted. "This is between you and my son, and nobody else. All I know is, that before all this happened, you looked at Kurt like he was your whole world," he said, looking at Blaine with a fond smile. Blaine looked surprised but didn't speak.

"Now I'm no genius, but it didn't take one to recognise that you were smitten with him, and he was smitten with you. You made him happier than I had ever seen him and it looked like the feeling was mutual. And that doesn't just go away overnight. If you still love him -"

"Oh god, I do Mr Hummel! SO much! You don't even know!" Blaine exclaimed desperately "I thought I was losing him and I made the biggest mistake of my life-"

"Ok! OK! Stop, Blaine!" Burt said, holding his hands up again and motioning with them in a calming manner to pacify the distraught teenager. "I said I didn't want details." Blaine nodded and frowned, looking down at his hands that he didn't realise he had been wringing.

"All I'm saying," Burt continued, "is that if you two had something special, and you want it back, then you have to fight for it. Maybe it'll work out, maybe it won't. That's life kid. Sometimes things can't be repaired however much you want them to be. But it's worth a shot. I just want Kurt to be happy again, and if you really are the one that is supposed to make that happen, then I should show a bit of encouragement." He reached out to squeeze Blaine's shoulder and ducked his head down to catch his eyes. Blaine looked at him.

"If you still love my son, then you'd better go out there and make damn sure he knows it!" He patted Blaine on the back of the head.

"But I'm warning you kid, it's gonna take a lot of time and patience. Building bridges is hard." He looked at Blaine solemnly. Then he smiled at him slightly.

"And, if you know Kurt, and we both do," Burt chuckled, thinking about his son "when you finally try and get him back, it's gonna have to be some big production." He squeezed Blaine's shoulder again. "Ok, time for me to get Harvey back for his tea, and me for mine." He gave Blaine a small smile, and turned. Blaine looked down at Harvey, who had been sitting patiently, and saw the dog looking at him with what seemed like smiling eyes this time, before trotting off after Burt.

"Thank you Mr Hummel. Bye Harvey!" He smiled after them, then turned himself to head for home.

"Oh Blaine?"

Blaine turned to see Burt looking over his shoulder at him.

"Hurt him again, and you'll find out Kurt wasn't joking about that shotgun."

Blaine swallowed nervously, but then just about heard Burt muttering to the dog.

"Now I'm a gay relationship counsellor? How did this happen to me Harv?"

Blaine smiled and started walking. He was going to do this; he was gonna show Kurt how much he cared, how much he meant to him and that he was worthy of Kurt's love in return.