Kurt runs out to his car, slamming the door just before his tears really start to fall. He gives himself five minutes. Five minutes of all out sobbing, the kind which tears through your soul, before he realizes that the rest of the Glee Club will be leaving soon, and no way does he want to get caught in his current state.

He doesn't remember the drive home, just that it happens and that somehow he remembered to stop in all the right places and not get killed. He turns onto his street with huge relief, knowing his dad is working late doing his accounts and Carole is out too, meaning he has every intention of wallowing in a hot bath and then curling up in bed pretending to watch a movie while he cries some more.

"Fuck!"

The shock and surprise at seeing Blaine's car outside his house makes him curse loudly and he suddenly becomes stupidly nervous as he pulls onto the driveway, worrying if he's parked up right, or if Blaine is watching, thinking he's a crap driver- even though he's been in a car many times with him before.

Whatever it is Blaine wants, he wastes no time because when Kurt closes his eyes momentarily and then looks up again, he's right there, outside his window.

"Fuck," Kurt mutters again under his breath, then forces a smile and opens his door, ignoring the hand Blaine offers for assistance.

"I know, if that's what you're here for," Kurt says tightly. "About your moving in together."

Blaine's eyes go wide. Clearly that was not what he had been going to say. "Uh...Kurt, it's not..."

"It's fine."

"No, Kurt. It's... I'm sorry, however you found out. I wasn't..."

"Just..." Kurt stops, taking a deep breath before going around to get his bags from the trunk. "Why are you here?" he asks, slamming the trunk closed. "Why?"

Blaine wants to say 'Because I can't stop thinking about you', or 'Please don't give up on us, we can work this through', or even 'I'm still crazy mad in love with you, you blind idiot', but he doesn't. He just watches Kurt as he walks up the steps to his porch and says "I don't know."

"Well there must be some reason you're parked up outside my house."

"I didn't think you'd be home," Blaine admits, and Kurt turns to look at him with one eyebrow raised. "You're usually at Glee Club for another half hour at least."

"Usually?" So this has happened before, Kurt realizes suddenly, and holy shit he does not know what to make of that.

"I um...like your shirt," Blaine says, and Kurt is pretty damn sure that is not what he was going to say at all. He slides his key in the lock and then turns to Blaine with something approaching a smile.

"Rachel dismissed me."

"She what?"

"I guess..." Another deep breath as Kurt tries to keep those tears in, but he knows that Blaine can read him like a book. "I guess I'm just not in a good place right now, and you know what? She was probably right to ask me to leave. I let my personal life affect my work and so...yeah, she was right."

"Knowing Rachel she probably went about it the wrong way though."

"Well...like I said..."

"I'm sorry you're not in a good place," Blaine says, and is Kurt a fool for thinking there's real sincerity in his voice? "I know that's because of me and...I'm sorry."

"Actually it's not because of you," Kurt tells him. "It's because of me. I was the one who messed this up and I'm the one who has to deal with it and learn to move on. You've found happiness with someone else and that's great," he says brightly, pushing open his front door. "Really great."

Blaine is there like a shot, trapping Kurt against the door frame and when he speaks there is desperation in his voice. "Please, Kurt. I keep thinking about you. I keep turning up here and sitting outside your house just...reminiscing. I don't know why but every time I'm in my damn car, I don't even have to be in the neighborhood I just...end up here. Carole waved at me the other day," he admits, and he's relieved when Kurt gives a breathy laugh of disbelief. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. You broke up with me, you called the whole thing off. I had no choice but to move on. It was sink or swim. When you first left me...well, I was sinking. You know that. Not just sinking but drowning pretty damn rapidly and I needed to find land. I had to learn how to breathe again, without you there to help me. I'm sorry, because I see what this is doing to you but I..."

"It's too late, I get that," Kurt says sadly. "Doesn't mean I find it easy."

"It's not too late."

"You've moved in with him."

"Can we just..." Blaine says in a voice that is far too loud and far too angry for one who is talking about his supposed new boyfriend. "Can we just...not? Just not talk about him? Please?"

Kurt meets his eye. A stupid mistake of course, because then they just stand there in the doorway, totally lost in one another and gradually the moment builds until both Kurt and Blaine know that if that gap was closed they'd not surface again for at least a week.

A toot of a horn and a cheery wave from Mason and Madison as they drive past makes Kurt thump his head back against the door in frustration. "They live around the damn corner," he mutters. "Too perky."

"I'd better..."

"Come in?"

"What?"

"Come in," Kurt says before he has time to overthink it. "Dad and Carole aren't home. I was just going to..." For some reason, the absurd notion of telling Blaine he was going to take a bath and would he like to join him enters his head and he laughs, before getting hit with a pang of longing so hard that his eyes fill with tears again. How many times had they done that together? Sitting there until the water had gotten cold. Now, he realizes, that's never going to be his privilege to share again.

"I was going to order takeout," he says instead, in a wavering voice. "I always order too much so if you wanted to stay?"

Blaine thinks. He will be expected home for dinner and it will be there, waiting for him. A huge plate of food that he will have no appitite for and loud declarations of how he must eat up because there's nothing of him and he needs some meat on those bones. Another attempt at turning Blaine into something and someone he is not, but then he can't pretend like he isn't doing exactly the same.

"Yeah, yeah, I can stay. I don't have any plans so..."

"Okay." Kurt gives a nod and then suddenly it's awkward because he's thinking back to the last time they had both arrived at this house together, and he knows Blaine is too. They hadn't stood like this, making polite conversation in the doorway. They had stumbled inside, kissing fervently, and both had been naked before they reached Kurt's room. His dad had bawled at him for days afterward when he came home to find the trail of clothes and them sleeping soundly in the mid-afternoon. "Okay," he repeats. "Come on in."

Blaine stands in the hallway, trying to stay calm and rational but this means something, doesn't it? Kurt has invited him to share dinner, and he's accepted, consequences be damned. Doesn't it mean something?

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

He looks up from where he had been scanning the mail, his blue eyes searching into Blaine's.

Blaine gives a soft smile, his heart melting. "I really do like your shirt."