A/N: Hi everyone. I'm actually surprised how many people are reading this, it makes me feel special. Thank you so much really. Now a quick pointer. Yes Blaine loves Kurt and Kurt loves Blaine but this isn't going to be an easy Klaine fix, it will be muddled and interesting (I hope). There will be scenes of Blaine and Kurt with some OC's (hint hint this chapter), but I won't go too crazy with that :)

Please review and leave your thoughts. They make this still utterly sick woman feel better.

PS - to StarGleekBelle ( go read her stories she's far better than me and her stories rock- yes I am pimping) thank you for your undeserving love and kindness for my writings. This chapter, along with one other that I will be writing, is for you. xx

I own nothing aside from my OC's, and the headache this chapter gave me trying to word it just right.

Stand By Me

Chapter 3

There was a weird but pleasant smell wafting into the bedroom when Blaine finally woke up the next morning. It kind of smelt like baked goods, but there was the underlying scent of burning or was it roasting? He was a little stuffed up and couldn't tell the difference anyways.

Blaine sat up slowly and noted that his early night and full night's sleep, combined with the cold meds, seemed to have done the trick in ridding him of the fatigue that usually hit him when he was sick. He still felt a little congested but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had been fearing.

The space beside him in bed had remained empty all night since the comforters were barely ruffled, and Blaine smiled that Justin knew he needed to sleep on the couch last night without question.

He looked at the bedside clock and saw that it was just passed 8:30 am so he figured that Justin had already headed to the office.

Justin worked for Dash Industries, a multi media corporation that his father and best friend had started in its infancy back in the late nineties. It had taken close to twenty years to build up their reputations with the likes of Apple and Microsoft breathing down their necks, but Justin's father Elliott was not just shrewd in his business dealings, but effective. They were one of the top seven multimedia corporations in the U.S, Canada and the UK as of last year.

Justin had earned his way up quickly becoming a senior programmer and manager at Dash, and had taken the promotion to the Seattle office with urgency and excitement. As much as he loved New York, being at the head office with his father had always been daunting to him.

And of course Blaine felt this unease. Having not really gotten along with his own father all that well, even before his parents divorce, he could understand the trepidation that came along with such a powerful name being tied to yours.

Suddenly a noise from their kitchen made Blaine jump slightly. He knew there shouldn't be anyone at home right now, and noises in his apartment brought the old New Yorker out in him. Instinctively reaching for the bat under his bed, he almost snickered when he remembered that it wasn't there anymore. This neighbourhood was no where near as sketchy as the old Bushwick neighbourhood had been.

Immediately after that thought passed there was a light knocking on the bedroom door, before it open cautiously and a wisp of dark blond hair peeked in the door.

Blaine grabbed his thick black rimmed glasses and perched them high on his nose.

"J.J?" Yes Justin's middle name was Jacob, hence the nickname.

Justin came in wearing a sheepish smile, his own glasses looking regal on his face, and what looked like his clothes from the night prior still on his muscular frame, only very wrinkled.

He hadn't even come into their room to grab a change of clothes? Now Blaine felt really bad.

"I brought you breakfast. I know you aren't feeling well so this is a peace offering. Can I sit?"

Blaine shuffled back on the bed and rested his back against the headboard, but nodded when Justin looked at him expectantly holding a small tray which explained the smell in the house. He had cooked..

"Why aren't you at work?" It came out bitter and he hadn't realized the resentment he still held for his husband.

"I knew you weren't feeling well so I stayed home in case you needed taking care of. Also I had some things I wanted to talk over with you honey, especially after last night."

Justin's head fell, and Blaine let the ice melt from his shoulder. Blaine had been a dick and called his husband some pretty nasty things the night prior, so Justin wasn't the only one at fault here. An argument requires two bitchy people after all. So instead he sighed and rubbed his hands over his still tired eyes under his glasses.

"Why don't you change first, you look terrible J.J." Blaine smirked when his husband pouted. It was always so cute when he did that.

"Fair enough."

Justin stood up and whipped off his shirt quickly, and knowingly looked at his husband in bed who was trying very hard to not watch the way his back muscles moved as he reached into the drawers for a t shirt and then some clean boxers.

Blaine did bite his lip when he saw the flash of Justin's firm ass bent over slightly, and he knew it wasn't the cold medication still in his system, he knew that he would forever be attracted to this man in front of him. He was drop dead gorgeous to him.

Blaine shifted on the bed, trying to reign in the hint of arousal he felt for the man that he was still mad at, and tried to peek at the covered tray sitting on the bedside table.

Before he could reach the lid though, Justin was swatting his hands away playfully and sitting between him and the food.

"I will let you eat it in a minute but I have something I want to say first."

Blaine rolled his eyes, but uncovered himself because he was starting to feel a bit warm, and he hoped it wasn't the fever coming back.

"Justin can we not talk about last night immediately? I'm feeling a little better but I don't want another headache, and I have had zero caffeine."

"Blaine look, just let me get this out..." Justin tried to look imploringly at Blaine, but he knew Blaine was a hard nut to crack if he wasn't feeling well; he could be so stubborn.

"Justin...honey please..."

"I was wrong."

Well that was a rarity if Blaine ever heard one. The major flaw that Blaine always had a problem with was Justin's inability to admit he was wrong. He would say that others may be more right, but he rarely accepted that he may be truly wrong. So hearing it, naturally Blaine was utterly confused.

"Umm, wow, didn't expect that one. Okay what gives?"

"Nothing babe, I'm sorry and I was wrong alright? We will talk more after you've eaten something." There was no cynicism laced in there as Justin smiled and handed Blaine the coffee that had been keeping warm in the thermos beside the breakfast tray. It was oddly sweet, but very welcome.

"First course. Medium brew, half sweetener, two milk. Same as always my love."

Blaine drank it gratefully without even saying his usual thanks, but merely a groan of appreciation. At the moment he was a little at odds with his husband. He was wondering what he was hiding, and was it good or bad?

"Second course. How about some butter pecan pancakes while I tell you what's going on? I know you're just crawling to ask me what I'm not saying."

Dammit, Justin really did know Blaine so well.

Justin all but bowed and gave the tray to his husband. Blaine put his coffee down and smiled. How could he not? He knew his partner was being more than smooth this morning, making his favourite breakfast as well. At least the butter pecans explained the strange smell from earlier. He had toasted the pecans first. God he could be sweet when he wanted to be.

Grabbing the tray with a mouthed thank you, Blaine opened the lid and almost groaned at the smell that hit his nostrils. Damn this man could cook, and he knew Blaine's stomach almost as well as he knew the rest of him.

Written in maple syrup on the top of the stack, although smudged and leaking from the time it had sat waiting to be eaten, were two words.

IM SORRY

You couldn't very well put punctuation could you?

"Those are for me being the worst kind of douche last night. It doesn't make up for it, but I am sorry honey. I love you and I hate to see you upset, especially when I caused it."

Blaine thought about it but decided on saying nothing and nodded. He was too angry and saddened about what he did, or almost did. But mostly he was upset about what Jus had said about Kurt.

"Okay I get what I said and did was...terrible, but we both shouted and yelled and hurt each others feelings. But we will get passed that because we are stronger than that. Our bond is stronger than that Blaine!"

Justin reached over and offered a hand to Blaine, which despite himself, Blaine dropped the butter knife in his hand and clasped it with his. Justin brought the joined hands to his mouth and kissed Blaine's knuckles, squeezing his eyes shut like it was an effort.

"I always want to do what's right by you baby. I am so sorry about what I said last night, especially about Kurt. You know that I get jealous of your relationship with him, I don't have that with anyone, and I really do like Kurt. I'm sorry how we acted, and I still can't believe what I almost did. There's no excuses for it."

Blaine put his fork down now too, forgetting about eating for a second and bringing his other hand over to join his grasp. He held onto Justin's hands, they were larger than his own, but he felt stronger now than he had in a long time.

"I know J.J, I know. I'm sorry too. You're not forgiven, but we'll work on it." He gave a reassuring smile and Justin felt a small tear fall. It nearly broke Blaine's heart.

"I am sorry love. C-can I get a small kiss?" Justin was already leaning over towards Blaine and as much as his brain said no, he did miss the affections from his husband. So he nodded just in time for the smooth and welcoming contact of his husbands lips on his. It was mostly chaste but reassuring at the same time. Cheekily Justin tried to slip Blaine the tongue and Blaine shoved him lightly away.

"Jus come on, I'm sick, you're gonna get my cold!"

"Oh please, a little cold won't stop me from kissing you. Again, and again, and again." He had pecked Blaine on the forehead, the nose, and his small ear with each kiss, making Blaine smack him away playfully, and unfortunately it caused a little coughing fit.

"Sorry baby. Drink the coffee while it's still hot, it'll help. I used honey instead of real sweetener for your throat. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" Justin was fussing with Blaine now, in an adorable way actually. He felt his face, his cheeks and the back of his neck for a fever while he asked him this.

"Better than last night, thanks." Instinctively Blaine grabbed Pupbee from the pillow next to him and laid it on the other side of his hip.

"I see the puppy has made an appearance again." Justin gestured to the small stuffed toy from where it was sitting beside Blaine and smiled fondly at it while shaking his head.

"Yes he has, he kept me company last night."

There was an awkward moment where they both thought about the implications of that statement. It had only been the second time in their marriage that Blaine had slept apart from his husband, and nether enjoyed the emptiness.

"You can come back to bed tonight though. But first tell me what's got you excited? I noticed it as soon as you came in." Justin smirked, and there were times when a smirk like that from Justin would melt him into a puddle on the floor. It almost did still.

"Eat before it gets cold and I will regale you in my news and my theories." Justin got up from the bed with another kiss to Blaine's forehead, bouncing slightly across the mattress. Justin really was excited about something.

Blaine was chewing on his pancake and watching his husband stand and place his hands on his hips, something he did when he was centring himself..

"So here's the deal. You know how I was supposed to go to Shanghai next week?"

"Supposed to? What's changed?"

"Nothing and well everything but I will get to that. Well a few days ago when my dad asked to meet me for brunch since he was in the city, and he said he had some things to discuss with me. That's never a good thing in my world, hence why I really wanted you with me..."

Blaine looked sad and hurt at this comment as he took another bite of his breakfast but Justin held up his hand.

"I didn't say that to fight again, I merely said it to give you perspective love. The truth is I was anxious because any time that my dad has said anything to me with regards to the business it's usually negative in some way."

Justin started pacing as he continued to explain.

"When I graduated from M.I.T I figured that I would maybe work for my father's company for a few years, build up a good reputation and get some good contacts in place before setting off for a better job. Working at different branches of my father's company now I've seen what these contacts can do for your career, and it's done by me well honey. I've been happier now that I've been away from dad, and I actually thanked him for transferring me to Seattle and giving me that trust when I saw him at brunch. We had a civil lunch and it was really nice, even if I missed you there. "

There was a light in his eyes that Blaine hadn't seen there in a long time as he continued.

"So as I said before I was supposed to go to Shanghai next week but there's a newer project that dad wants my input on, or with I should say."

"Oh? Come on Justin stop building the suspense is killing me here."

"Well there's a new I.T division opening up in Tokyo, yes dad is finally breaking into the hub of tech that is Japan, and well, he wants me to go over with two members of the board as supervisors on the network set-up and seminar openings for all the new employees."

Justin was just about to burst he was so excited. Japan was Justin's Mecca. He loved the culture, the food and the people, but as a giant nerd, good god did he love the tech. And also, his Japanese was pretty good. He did minor in foreign languages after all, and three languages that he had mastered were Japanese, Cantonese, and of course French, which was always helpful pretty much everywhere else.

Blaine just kind of sat there for a second. There was more that Justin wasn't telling him, even though that was pretty awesome news.

"That's amazing honey, but?"

"Only one but, and there is also an addendum."

"You just love using that word."

"It's a good word!" Justin and Blaine were laughing a little for a second and the air finally felt a little lighter between them.

"The but is that I leave the day after tomorrow."

"You leave on a Sunday?"

"Yeah, I have to be there for meetings Monday and I will be jet lagged to shit if I don't leave at the ass-crack of dawn on Sunday."

Blaine frowned at that. As much as he hated fighting with his husband, being alone and away from him in Seattle was far harder sometimes. At least in New York there he had been someone to talk to almost all the time. Whether it was Kurt or Finn, or Rachel when she was in town. Also his first hag and other best friend Tina got married and bought a home in Long Island and wasn't too far, but here...well here he was more isolated from the life he knew well. Yes he had made a couple friends here at the school where he worked, but there wasn't the closeness that came with literally growing up with people and seeing them frequently for years on end.

"Well that sucks, but it's Japan honey, you've wanted to go there forever. How long are you gone for?"

Justin sighed again. "A month."

"A month? That's basically right up until I go back to work!" Blaine wasn't shouting but his voice had risen and he hadn't known whether it was from the shock or the sadness that he would be alone for 4 weeks without anyone to talk to.

He got up from bed and grabbed the plate readying himself to leave the room.

"Honey stay in bed, you're sick."

Blaine just gave him a death glare.

"Blaine I know it's a long time but this is where my addendum comes in."

Blaine understood that he should be resting, but he needed to move, and do something to occupy his thoughts, so decided to clear his plate. He always did this when he was stressing about something, he would try and tidy up something that wasn't put away. He blamed Kurt for this through and through. Kurt went positively OCD when he was stressed and this was definitely a Hummel habit that he had picked up. He walked out of the room carrying his plate to the kitchen, and was very thankful that his husband had cleaned up after himself, otherwise Blaine would have had another thing to be angry about. You cook, you clean in this house. Always had been.

Justin was on his heels, muttering about Blaine getting some rest.

"What's the addendum? Do I get to go with you and watch you all bright eyed and excited somewhere you've always wanted to go? No. Can you push back the school year so I can go? No..." And then Blaine sighed. " Are you gonna stop me here because I sound like such a bitch right now?"

Justin burst out laughing as Blaine removed his glasses after he put the dishes in the sink, and rubbed his eyes again.

"Sorry J.J, I get emotional..."

"When you're sick I know." Jus finished for him.

Justin draped his arms lightly and tentatively around Blaine's waist and hugged him to him. To Justin's relief, Blaine hugged back by bringing his arms over his shoulders.

"I'm sorry for being moody love. I am excited for you, I really am, but a month? I don't care how much of douche you were last night I'm going to miss you ass-hole!"

Justin laughed and held Blaine just a little tighter.

"Well what kind of husband would I be if I didn't take into consideration that my partner may miss this ass-hole and arrange for something to make him happy again in my absence?"

Blaine pulled back, "You trying to bribe me Mr. Lefebvre?"

"Perhaps? But it's also part and parcel to my apology for yesterday. If you accept it that is?"

Blaine looked deep in the dark green eyes of the man he still loved very much and there was a playful gleam there as he eyed the kitchen counter, and then looked back at Blaine. He did it three times before Blaine caught on to the papers that were sitting there.

"Go ahead, go look." Blaine released his grip on his partner and waited on bated breath for the squeal that he hoped would happen. As Blaine examined the papers, you could see the information pass over his face. Shock, then happiness, then worry, and back to shock again.

"Honey, this is for New York." Blaine could be so damn adorable in his obliviousness.

"Well spotted sweetie. I figured that I was a dick about Kurt, and well I know you miss him and seeing him is harder to do now so...if you want to, next Wednesday you're booked on a flight to see him for as long as you want. The ticket is open ended so you can come back whenever you want within the next month. I've been saving and since my trip is covered that you could...oomph."

Blaine had tackle hugged Justin with more strength than his husband was expecting.

"I guess I did good then?"

"Oh my god! New York. Kurt, I just can't, thank you thank you. I love you sooo much."

"I love you too. It's the least I can do for leaving you alone so long. I promised I would always take care of you. And if what you need now is a little reunion with Hummel and the big apple? Well, who am I to deny you that happiness?"

Blaine jumped into his arms and kissed him soundly. The feel of his lips and tongue engulfed in the warmth and familiarity of Justin's mouth had him forget himself and his state of sickness for just a few seconds, before he pulled back.

"Sorry I'm sick and mmph." Justin just twirled his hands into the curled locks of the man he loved and savoured the moment for just a minute longer.

"Thank you. This is the best idea, and it was so sweet."

Justin kissed him again but it was shorter and he pulled away slowly.

"Go on. Go call Kurt before you explode. I'm sure he'll be even more excited than you."

"He can wait." Blaine looked over his husband slowly, taking his time admiring the muscled physique that usually hid under tailored suits. He trailed his hand down the front of his husband's boxers ever so gently grazing his groin.

"Blaine..." It was a warning but not really.

"Oops." Blaine batted his eyelashes at his husband completely forgetting why they had been fighting in the first place. He place warm kisses along Justin's neck, and heard his partner breathe out a shaky breath.

"I thought you were sick."

"I am...but I am going to miss you. Indulge me?"

He purred out these words right into his ear before pulling back. Blaine's moods when he was sick were so up and down, but god he could be such a tease.

He was so sickeningly sweet, complete with batting his eyelashes, and Justin almost choked on his tongue. How could someone who proclaimed to be sick, act so sexual despite showing such innocence? He was a fucking tease, and one that he loved very much.

"Have I ever not?"

"Well..." Blaine moved them backwards to where he was leaning against the kitchen island, before jumping up on it. "let's not break that streak shall we?"

Justin knew then if this was how their bigger fights ended, then maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

XXXX

Dinner with Rachel and Finn had been a quiet one in the beginning, you know aside from the squealing hug that Rachel enveloped him in at first. Kurt won't say whether or not he had squealed back, because well, her enthusiasm was still infectious and it may have been warranted. After an equally big hug from Finn, Kurt felt less rigid than he had been since his text conversation last night with Blaine. Kurt had to remind himself all day to not call and message Blaine incessantly to check on him, but for a control freak like Kurt Hummel, whom also had his feelings all jumbled and confused, that was not an easy task.

Isabelle hadn't been in the office today, and wouldn't be for the next week, since she was in Los Angeles attending the North American board of directors meeting, so Kurt had been on his own at the office. He was busy, super busy, because the fall season was always a hectic one, so what free time he did have, was minimal.

Rachel and Finn had dutifully picked him up on time as always, and the walk to the new Vietnamese restaurant in midtown was pleasant and very reminiscent of their Friday night dinners back in Ohio. It was comfortable and mostly relaxed, as they regaled each other in their plans for the next little while. Kurt told everyone about the now probability of him tackling his own line. (Isabelle had hinted at it this morning through conference call) So he told them, once Isabelle was back from L.A, that he would be scheduling his leave to work from home, and getting started on filling his apartment with clothes and sketches. Rachel joked that it couldn't have been any worse than Kurt's own high school wardrobe, to which Kurt scowled but conceded at.

Finn was excited about getting his own classroom this year at school. He was the assistant football coach, and asst head of the P.E department, and this year hopefully he could get his school's music program off the ground. He just had to come up with funding.

It was amazing how much Finn had turned into Mr. Schue, except without the sweater vest addiction, and his first marriage was actually going smoothly.

Rachel on the other hand had been on tour with the Guys and Dolls revival in London, and in a few weeks she was heading out for the second leg of the tour, this time to the rest of the eastern seaboard.

On the flip side though to their merriment, Kurt had to try and keep a brave face on when Rachel said that she was taking a break from theatre.

Okay maybe that wasn't so bad.

Then there was the statement from Finn saying they were moving out of the city proper to the suburbs, closer to Finn's work.

So that was a shock to Kurt's gut. He always figured that Rachel being a steadfast city girl would never drop out to the burbs. He then came to the realization that he would officially be the only one left in the core.

That's when the bomb went off; Rachel said she and Finn were trying to have a baby. They were 28 years old respectively, and Rachel had won her first Tony last year, so by her standards it was perfectly acceptable but, Kurt guessed that time had really flown faster than he expected.

He really was going to be the last pea in the pod wasn't he?

Blaine and Justin SmartyPants-McPerfectBody had married and moved on with their lives, Nick and Jeff married and had a 4 almost 5 year old to love and care for, and now Finn and Rachel were finally taking that last step in settling. Their last step away from Kurt.

Everyone but him had left the nest. The one that they had started here after high school and somehow, despite the joyous hugs, good lucks, and wishes of happiness, Kurt had never felt more alone in his life.

A home, kids, and that stupid picket fence was all that clouded Kurt's mind as he cried for something he had no control over losing, his connection to his youth. He held it in all the way back to Grand Central where they parted ways, and once he got off the train in Bushwick, he just let it fall.

Through the tears, he saw he had a new message from Rachel.

Honey you seemed withdrawn after dinner, you ok? We can talk it over a Barbara Marathon and some cheesecake whenever you like. Don't lie to me Mr. Hummel, I know when something's up. Call me later :) Muah! XO- Rachel

She was a perceptive thing wasn't she?

You never cease to amaze me with your emo-radar. Yes I have been off and a Streisand medley sounds utterly fab. Love you too, I'm really excited for you and ttys. Muah back ;) - Kurt

Since he was on the phone anyways, and he knew he was heading over to Serg's soon, he figured he needed to at least address Blaine. He had called him 4 times and left one text saying Call Me. No shit Blaine.

Sorry was out with Finn and Rach after a hell day at work. It was eventful, I'll tell you later. Actually, call you Sunday, or maybe Skype? I need to see your face. :( - Kurt

Blaine must have had the phone glued to his fingers because not more than a minute later a message came back.

Hope you said hi to Finchel for me :) And Boo Angel, I have news too! But I can wait till Sunday. Skype, it's a date :) ox- Blaine

Well wasn't he just fucking chipper. Kurt would have scowled at Blaine's sudden and obvious good mood if the small part of him that saw the words it's a date, attached to Blaine's message, didn't make him smirk and sigh in slight joy.

God he needed to get laid so he could sort out his brain.

XXXX

"Fuck!"

Hearing Serg's baritone voice go even a bit deeper when he came was what always did it for Kurt. That or the incredible clench around his slick cock as it moved in and out of his lover under him.

Stuttering and groaning out his release, Kurt took the trembling man and held him to his chest, the sweat from Sergio's back felt cool in contrast to their heated skin. He placed one small kiss to the back of Serg's neck, before pulling out of him slowly.

"Kurt, ljubavi, holy shit I think you killed me."

Kurt's enthusiasm tonight had not gone unnoticed to him as well. He had been a little more...thorough in his ministrations, and from Serg's slap happy grin Kurt could say he approved.

Standing up on wobbly legs Kurt disposed of the used condom and went to Serg's en suite bathroom and cleaned himself up. Once he was cleaner he brought back a wet cloth for Serg, and proceeded to stay naked as he sat beside the Serbian, who had only been able to prop himself up on the headboard. Kurt smirked at his handiwork. Not bad Hummel, not bad.

Sergio's dark hair fanned over his brow, covering up the ice blue eyes that had first drawn Kurt to him six months ago. He looked flushed and sated, and was staring at Kurt with a look that Kurt was not familiar with, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. In fact, Kurt allowed a smile in response.

They sat like that for a few minutes just staring at each other in the afterglow of some of the best sex Kurt had the privilege of being a part of. The sadness Kurt had felt earlier was temporarily gone, he had all but forgotten about Blaine for now, and it was as if Kurt was seeing Sergio in a whole new light. Maybe it was the post coital brain that was talking but Kurt felt happy being around Sergio. Serg seemed to notice and took a chance.

"Go out with me?"

Kurt looked a little confused and looked at the clock. It was close to one am.

"Where? And at this hour?" Sergio laughed with his whole soul and it was one of the few times that Kurt cringed because it reminded him of Blaine slightly. He always did laugh with his whole being.

"Anđele, Kurt no, no, I meant out out. Like on a date with me?"

This was not what Kurt signed up for. He was not looking for a relationship. They had talked about this, it was always what ruined a couple, ruined the perfect combination of hormone release and friendship but, this had been the ninth time Serg had asked such a thing, and each time Kurt had said no. And each time Sergio had taken it gracefully, as if nothing had happened. This time however, Kurt couldn't understand his lack of verbal filter, or the reasoning for his response.

"Yes."

Sergio's smile lit up the room of his one bedroom apartment. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that repeatedly asking Kurt this may be the end of them as a "sort of couple", but he had to take the chance and try. His heart demanded that he at least continue to try.

"Anđele moj anđele." Kurt didn't know what the hell Serg was saying but god did he love the accent and the language. It was like verbal porn to him sometimes. He didn't care what it meant, because he was too wrapped up in the fact that not only had he agreed to his first real date with anyone in years that wouldn't lead to only sex, but it was also the first time after a hook-up that he allowed the other man to hug him tightly.

Laughing and smiling and muttering ideas of what they could do when they went out was how Sergio spent the next few minutes, and for once Kurt allowed the contact, thinking that if he was ever going to be happy, he would have to let someone in that wasn't Blaine.

Yes Kurt Hummel had just completed the next step in getting over his best friend, accepting the want of another. How many more steps until he could be truly free? Well that was between Kurt and his heart.

So? Reviews? Hate me for the un-Klaineness here?

There are some Serbian terms of endearment used in here by my lovely Sergio, don't look them up, leave them be. It becomes more relevant later, trust me.