In this Fic: Kurt and Blaine both live in New York, they are both in relationships at the beginning. They are both from Ohio, Blaine from Westerville and Kurt Lima. Kurt did transfer to Dalton but only briefly, he was extremely shy after Karofsky and didn't join the Warblers henceforth he doesn't know Blaine.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its Characters: D nor the lyrics I insert, I also probably won't include the full lyrics, but most of them, if you want titles just pm me! :D

Kurt sighed as he shook his head and looked back at the designs he had been trying to finish for over two hours, he was working on a deadline (that had already been extended) and really needed to finish these designs before seeing his client tomorrow, but there was only one thing on his mind.

Chandler.

The boy he loved, but who clearly didn't love him back. He had come home late last night again, with no explanation for where he had been, with a smug smile on his face. That was when Kurt snapped.

Flashback.

"Where were you last night?"

"Out,"

He answered curtly, not even bothering to look up from his phone to which he was typing on rapidly. Kurt was mad, no, he was furious. Chandler had been suspiciously not coming home from work for the past week, not picking up Kurt's calls during those times and leaving him alone in the big house they shared. He heaves a heavy sigh and walks out of the room, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the bile he feels in his throat.

He reaches the bedroom in two seconds flat and heads straight to the closet, looking through his wardrobe for two seconds and picking the first shirts he sees and beginning to fold them quickly and thanking the heavens most things in his wardrobe match, because he doesn't have the energy to pick out whole outfits at this point.

He didn't notice the tears flowing freely down his face and only notices them when they hit the soft fabric of his shirt and sink in, making the material a little darker and making him pause for a moment. He finished packing his bags and then turned to the shelf where he kept his pants, all perfectly folded and color-coded.

He wiped at his eyes with the back of his sleeve, the cashmere soft and comforting. He dropped the pants he was holding and fell to the floor in a sobbing fit. He wrapped his arms around himself in a gesture of holding himself together and let the tears run freely, he knew he was making a lot of noise and that his closet was right over the kitchen table so his partner could hear him, choosing to let him be miserable instead of comforting him.

He sobbed for a few more minutes and then waited until he calmed down. He then picked up his pants and straightened their folds a bit before placing them among his clothes for the hotel; he made sure he had enough for a few days before going to the bathroom to retrieve his toiletries.

He made quick work of the rest of his packing, taking one look around his room before he left, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything and then realizing he hadn't packed his sketchbooks. Grabbing two and a few pencils, he stored them with his laptop and closed the bedroom door. Making enough noise so Chandler knew he was coming and walked down the stairs gracefully.

"I'll be back in a few days." He said as he slammed their front door shut, knowing he should really tell him where he was going, but decided that he would let him wonder, as he had for the past week.

He got in the car and drove to the nearest hotel outside the city, he was unsure as to how long he'd be staying and what would happen while he was gone, but he didn't care, his heart had been shattered to a million pieces. He had been with Chandler for almost six years, and he didn't regret one day of it.

He did not know what those years had meant to Chandler, but they had meant everything to him.

Blaine waited patiently for Sebastian to return his call, making him late to go on stage without realizing it. He threw his phone at his guitar case and ran to the stage, apologizes written all over his face.

"Sorry about er, my lateness." He apologized quickly before launching into his first song and putting all his emotions into it, helping him forget about everything that was going on in his life for a while.

Kurt put his head in his hands and looked at the clock; his designs would definitely not get finished any faster than they had in the previous days, he had absolutely no inspiration and his blood was still boiling. He needed to get out, he needed a drink, and he decided he could just go out, have a drink or two and walk back to the hotel. It was not that far, and it was a beautiful night, after all.

He stood up, stopping his keys and phone on the table not far from him but unsure where he'd left his jacket before realizing that he was still wearing it.

He really needed a drink.

He drove to the bar quickly and settled on a stool, looking a bit small and alone he sipped his drink quietly until something caught his attention.

He was sitting on a stood similar to his own, with a guitar in hand and his eyes closed. His fingers going back and forth over the strings and his voice like an angel, a pained angel, he noted.

He listened intently, liking what he'd heard. He hadn't really paid any attention to music since high school when it had been his passion, but this guy had talent.

The sun: telling me the night is done.

Well I refuse to let it stop our fun.

Close your eyes-we'll make it dark again

And kiss; there's a thought, so how 'bout this?

Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy.

After all, we need sweets every now and then.
Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?

Blaine didn't know where these lyrics where coming from, but he hoped they made sense. In all his years poured over scribblers with papers around him and pens a plenty he had never written a song this easily.

He finished it off with the last thing he could think of and stopped to catch his breath, looking out to see that the crowd was actually cheering, when one thing, or person in particular caught his eye.

He was sitting on a stool close to the bar, chatting to the bartender. He had boots up past his ankles and a blue pea coat that drew out the colors of his eyes and he was... well he was beautiful.

Blaine realized he had been staring when the man looked back at him, he blushed and started strumming his guitar again, his next song wasn't an original, but it sure could've passed as one.

You think I'm pretty without any makeup on

I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, -down-

Before you met me, I was all right but things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life now every February you'll be my valentine.

Valentine,

Let's go all, the way tonight, no regrets, just love.

We can dance, until we die.

You and I will be young forever.

He launched into the song with just as much passion and a little more confidence. As he sang, he thought about the lyrics, his mouth moving on autopilot as he thought.

He knew Sebastian wasn't the man he used to be, and he would never be his Teenage Dream.

Blaine sang a few more songs and then thanked the audience and said goodnight, he headed backstage, grabbing his phone first and checking it.

Nothing, he stored it in his pocket and put his guitar away carefully, before swinging the strap over his shoulder and leaving backstage to enter the bar.

He went over to the bartender to order a drink and noticed the man was still sitting there, all alone.

He mustered up all the courage he could and went over to him,

"Mind if I join you?" The man looked up, his beautiful eyes looking over Blaine, as if to make sure he was safe.

His voice cracked a little as he spoke,

"S-sure, yeah," He smiled slightly.

Blaine extended a hand,

"I'm Blaine." Without any hesitation, the man took it, shaking it quickly.

"Kurt." Blaine took a seat beside Kurt and nodded to the bartender,

"The usual, please," the bartender nodded and turned to fix his drink, Blaine turned to Kurt who smiled and asked the question Blaine had gotten more than a few times in his life.

"Come here often?"

"Twice a week, it's not a sold out venue, but it's better than nothing."

Kurt nodded, knowing all too well, what it was like for talent to be rejected.

"You're really good," Blaine smiled as the bartender handed him his drink.

"Thank you." Blaine stopped as his phone started ringing loudly in his pocket; only one person had that ringtone.

Sebastian.

He nodded towards Kurt, "Excuse me." Before ducking out the side door and picking up.

"Seb-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before Sebastian was talking on the other end.

"It's over, Blaine." Blaine was not sure if he was breathing, but if he had been, he had probably stopped.

It seemed as if the world had stopped turning, the words echoed in his brain.

"It's over, Blaine." He hadn't registered the click on the other end of the line, but as he regained his consciousness he heard the noise on the other end, alerting him that Sebastian had hung up.

Blaine fell to his knees, hitting the speed dial rapidly and praying he would pick up.

No answer, he tried repeatedly the phone ringing again and again, getting the same cheeky voicemail message every time and it felt like the knife was stabbing each little tiny piece his heart had broken into.

He fished around his pocket for his keys, it taking him longer than it should have. Once he retrieved them and unlocked his door he sat in the front seat, shaking from the cold and the wracking sobs throughout his body.

He stayed like that for a while, unsure where he would go, he knew he couldn't go home.

he calmed down long enough to think it through he realized he could go to his sister's house, Alice lived with her boyfriend Dan and Blaine was always welcome there, he puts the keys in the ignition and buckled his seatbelt, pulling out of the parking lot.

Kurt felt light and bubbly, not quite drunk but definitely buzzed. He paid for his drinks and began

walking back to his hotel, he made sure his car was locked and parked away from others so his baby wouldn't be hurt.

He arrived at his hotel a bit past midnight and managed to get through his nightly skin without passing out. He changed into a pair of silk pyjamas and slept on top of the covers.

He answered his wakeup call groggily and called his secretary to tell her he was working from home today.

He replayed the night's events in his head over and over while sketching aimlessly.

Without realizing it he had come up with three sketches that were actually worth his time and decided to call it a day.

* * * The Next Day * * *

Kurt finished at the office and decided he should go home; it was his house, after all.

He arrived home quicker than he'd like, even if he'd driven as slow as he could and made the drive stretch half an hour.

He walked up to the door and turned the knob, it stopping halfway as it would not budge because the door wouldn't open, as the lock seemed to be clicked in place. He muttered a few curse words and pulled out his key. He checked to make sure Chandlers' car was in the driveway before entering.

"Chandl-" He was about to call out to him when he stopped short, spotting someone sitting at the table, feet propped up on another chair with the paper in front of him, naked except for his boxers. "Who the hell are you?! And more importantly, what the hell are you doing in my kitchen!?" He knew the neighbours could probably hear him by now, but he didn't care. There was an almost naked man in his kitchen and he deserved to know why.

Chandler decided to make an appearance at that moment, not having heard Kurt and obviously having just showered.

"Hey Seb- Kurt. You're home early."

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"Now let me get this straight, that little rat faced, nosy son of a-"

"Ali!" She muttered something untangiable mixed with some cursed words before speaking at a regular volume.

"Just called, told you it was over and hung up!?" Blaine nodded, looking down to his hands in his lap. "I knew there was something about that guy." She said loudly.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably and didn't speak for a minute before speaking slowly, he felt small and knew his voice probably sounded that way,

"It's strange... What you do for love." Alice's heart broke as her brother said this, she sat beside him and put her arms around him, pulling his head into her chest and rubbing his soft curls.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay Blaine, you can live with me."

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Kurt took in the sight before him, Chandler's hair slightly wet from the shower but styled the way he normally did it and this other guy, sitting almost naked in the kitchen. He paused for a second and then without thinking he blurted,

"Get out! Get out of my house! Both of you, I never want to see either of you again. It's over Chandler!"

Kurt felt the puzzle pieces click in his mind and felt his mouth fall half-open, balling his fists together not saying anything, the other two were unsure what to think of his reaction, as they remained in their positions, unmoving.

"You heard me. Get out of my house, now." Sebastian looked a bit surprised, but nonetheless hopped up and headed upstairs, leaving Kurt and Chandler alone.

"Kurt-" he started, but Kurt cut him off.

"Save it. I expect your bags packed and out of here by Friday. In addition, I never ever want to see you again. "

LINEBREAK

Blaine woke up the next morning feeling more tired than he had the previous night, he had barely slept and it was catching up to him. Work had called to tell him he had to be in at nine so he could not sleep any longer, as it was already Eight Thirty.

He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth, looking at the dark circles under his eyes in the mirror and sighing. Five years of his life he had been with Sebastian, and he didn't regret not one moment of them, Sebastian could be mean, and he could be cruel, but when he was with Blaine he was... not different, but, himself. He never insulted Blaine or made him angry, and he lived to make Blaine happy.

Flashback

Blaine walked down the hall with a spring in his step, he was excited, The Warblers were getting a new member today and that was always a good thing, it gave The Warblers more voices and that many more chances to win competitions.

He stepped into the hall and looked around for the new addition, before remembering the plan of opening the doors to their newest Warbler, because Blaine was the newest Warbler, he would be presenting the new addition with Pavarotti and opening the doors in welcome to him.

The meeting started and Blaine walked over to the doors, placing his hands on the knobs and opening them both to introduce their newest Warbler, Sebastian Smythe.

Blaine smiled in welcome as he let Sebastian in and introduced him to Pavarotti. Sebastian thanked him and smiled, obviously nervous about being the new kid. Blaine went back to his seat and patted the space next to him for Sebastian, who took the seat graciously and smiled in thanks.

They walked down the hallway hand and hand, Blaine's face lit up with a smile, hanging on every word Sebastian said, hoping that this moment would never end, they had just won Sectionals and were going to Nationals. If there was even a spark of doubt that the Warblers couldn't win it, it was gone.

It started slow and passionate, with a bit of teeth scraping from Blaine as his heart was racing and he was extremely nervous. They both wanted this moment to be special, and tonight was as good a night as any, they had just won a National Championship, the first one for Dalton in over ten years. Blaine took a deep breath to calm himself before reaching to the hem of his shirt and shedding it.

"We're here Blaine! I can't believe it, we're out of Ohio!" Sebastian exclaimed as he unclasped their joined hands and threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him in for a hug and then pulling away to kiss him passionately.

Their tongues danced like never before, with lust, longing, and most of all happiness. Here, in New York, they could be themselves, there were so many other people here that people didn't care what they wore, or who they loved.

Their apartment was a bit smaller then they liked, but they made it work, Blaine got a job and paid half the bills, and Sebastian went to school and worked part time. Sometimes it was a bit cramped, but they made it work.

Alice pulled Blaine out of his reverie calling his name, he ran to his room and grabbed his keys and wallet, he pecked Alice on the cheek before running out to his car, he was late.

He sped through traffic and made it only five minutes late, running to the back of the store to grab his nametag and shirt. He walked back out to the counter and met up with one of his friends, Christina who was serving a customer. He sat on his stool at the other register and waited for her to finish, when she was, she turned to him.

"You look like shit." He laughed, it sounded fake even to his own ears,

"Good to see you too, Tina." She smiled slightly and sat up on her stool.

"It looks like a slow day; tell me who crushed your spirits."

Blaine told her the whole story, feeling a bit better at the end than he did at the beginning but still feeling sorry for himself, he left out the part about the ange- Kurt, but other than that, he kept well to the truth.

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