Blaine sat on his bed for a while after he got home, staring at his phone and fluxuating between fright and determination.

He dialed the number more than once and came close to hitting send, always to close out, lock the phone, and toss it to the end of the bed. That would last all of two minutes before he was retrieving it and repeating the pattern. It was like a twisted, emotional dance.

He took a deep breath, punching in numbers once more and finally hitting the little green button. He pressed it to his ear, biting his lip uncertainly.

"Well, this is a surprise." a voice on the other end said.

"Kurt?" Blaine said softly, tears already brimming in his eyes.

All teasing left Kurt's voice immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked immediately. Blaine heard rustling in the background and could just imagine Kurt scrambling to leave his bedroom or get off the couch or out of the kitchen, ready to come to him at a moments notice.

"I need you." he whispered, his voice cracking as he started crying. It was like a dam had broken somewhere inside of him and every emotion he had had since meeting Sebastian had rushed forward, turning into tears of pain and regret. He couldn't seem to stop them and he dropped his phone without listen for a reply.

It was only twenty minutes before Kurt was there. Blaine's parents weren't home from work yet, and thankfully the front door was unlocked so he could walk right in. He went straight up to Blaine's bedroom, pushing open the door.

Blaine wasn't crying any longer, laying there with his back to the door, his pillow clutched to his chest. His phone had somehow ended up on the floor and Kurt picked it up on his way around the bed.

He kneeled beside Blaine's head, not saying a word as he reached out to brush away a few stray tears.

Blaine pulled back immediately, shaking his head furiously. "Don't." he said, wiping his own face. "You can't."

"Why not?" Kurt asked immediately, his eyes registering hurt.

Blaine sighed, making himself sit up. He opened his clenched fist, holding out the tiny, crumpled card toward him. Kurt looked at it for a moment before looking back at Blaine. He took it slowly, unfolding it.

"He gave you his phone number?" he asked, sounding confused and almost amused. "I don't get it." he said with a shrug.

"He gave me his number... So I could call him to see him again." Blaine told him, his voice so quiet that Kurt could hardly hear him.

"Well, you told him we were together, right?" Kurt asked, still not seeing what was so wrong that Blaine looked like this.

"He knew before he ever came over to the table." Blaine wasn't even looking at him as he spoke, deciding to go with the bandaid approach and just get it all out. "I met Sebastian at Dalton." he told him.

There was a moment of silence as Kurt absorbed that. "And?" he asked, because he could feel there was more. It was coming to him now; that dread. The deep sense that something had happened before today that he hadn't been aware of.

"He kissed me." Blaine told him.

Kurt stood up abruptly, looking down at Blaine now. "And?" he asked more urgently, panic starting to set in.

"I kissed him back." he said. "Then and again tonight."

Kurt was frozen for all of two minutes before he turned and headed for the door. Blaine jumped up instantly, chasing after him.

"Kurt please!" he begged, reaching out for his hand.

Kurt stopped and turned, extending his arm as a way of telling Blaine to keep away from him. "Shut up!" he said sharply, angry tears running down his face. "I don't want to hear it! I don't care!"

"Kurt, I'm sorry!" Blaine cried anyway, surprised he had more tears to shed at all. Kurt shook his head sharply but Blaine kept going. "I love you! You know I do! I don't want to be with him!"

Kurt rolled his eyes at that, sneering at him. "But you could meet up with him behind my back? You kissed him, Blaine!" he screamed.

"I know! I know I did!" Blaine said immediately, feeling something inside him start to twist uncomfortably.

"Don't come near me again." Kurt said, his voice quiet but hard, like he was holding himself back. Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by the look Kurt was giving him.

Hatred. And pain. There was so much pain in those beautiful blue eyes and Blaine didn't know how to handle it. He didn't know how to fix this.

Kurt turned without another word and left the house. Blaine listened until he heard tires fading across the gravel road before slumping against the wall, too numb to try to take the few steps back to his room.