Sunday night, Kurt didn't sleep. At all. He tossed and turned, trying to forget everything that had happened in the past months. Last Christmas, he had accepted a promise ring from the boy he loved, the boy he had given everything to. Now Christmas was fast approaching and he was at rock bottom. He was a dumped, broken probably disowned loser.
You wanna be a loser like me,
Kurt flinched, remembering that first week or so of their beautiful love. They had rehearsing for regional's like crazy, but they always found time to get a coffee or discuss their feelings between practicing singing and kissing. While the judges had deliberated, Blaine had lead Kurt backstage, a touched expression on his face.
Is that song... a fair representation of how you all are treated at McKinley?
The countertenor had shrugged.
Yah, in fact that stuff wasn't really the worst of it
Blaine's countenance had become heart broken. He had stepped forward, embracing his new boyfriend.
That's not fair. That's not fair at all.
Kurt closed his eyes.
Yah well life's not fair he thought. He yanked off his blankets, scurrying into his bathroom. He began his face wash routine. No matter how depressed he was, Kurt Hummel could never abuse his complexion. An hour later, at about 8 am, Burt finally entered his son's room. As the door opened, Kurt gulped, stiffening.
"Hey kiddo," greeted Burt, smiling softly.
"Hey dad," Kurt sighed. His father took a small step forward, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
" I was thinking I could take you out to breakfast," he suggested. Kurt bit his lip, debating.
On one hand, if definitely would include a lecture and Kurt wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet. On the other, he was a college student was thoroughly sick of pop tarts.
One hand, one heart,
Or maybe he just needed his daddy.
Pulling on his shoes, Kurt nodded.
"I know a place a few blocks from here,"
As they walked out of the apartment, Burt pulled his arm around his son's shoulders, attempting to break the tension.
"Why the long face, kid? When I was your age, I jumped at the chance of free food," he joked. Kurt permitted himself a grin, chuckling lightly.
They chatted lightly, discussing safe topics like NYADA and Finchel. It wasn't till Kurt was digging into his caramel French toast that things went terribly wrong.
"Oh hey look its the one who lost his V-card,"
Kurt spun around in his seat towards the all too familiar voice.
Ken-Doll.
Burt crossed his arms.
"Excuse me? Who the hell are you?"
Kurt gulped, reaching out to touch his father's arm.
"Dad..." His voice trailed off, shame melting his control. Ken grinned, holding out his hand.
"Oh, wow I get to meet Daddy-Dearest? I feel honored." he winked. Burt glared at the boy's hand, eyes wide.
"Oh I'm sure this one's told you all about me!" the tan man motioned to Kurt, who's eyes were closed.
Please let him shut up, he thought.
"Right?" the boy continued. "Like my name? And my address?"
Shock passed through Burt's expression as he finally realized what this stranger was talking about.
"No?" Ken-Doll asked innocently. "Well I'm sure he was at least able to recall what brand of boxers I wear-"
"That's enough," snapped Burt.
"I don't care what my son had done, DO NOT talk about him that way,"
Kurt sucked in a breath of air, hugging himself tightly, trying to keep from falling apart.
"Look I'm not saying anything but the truth," the man countered. Burt glanced at his son, his baby boy, knowing the stranger was right.
"I don't care, he still deserves respect,"
The golden-haired kid snorted, rolling his eyes.
"No offense, sir, but I think he lost that when his stupid boyfriend dumped his ass and he went into wallow-in-pity-and-sleep-around-like-crazy mode,"
Kurt hung his head, biting his lip.
"Please, just don't," he whispered. Burt stared at his broken boy, horrified by the pain in his voice.
"Kurt," he began. The countertenor leapt from his seat, tears pouring down his face.
"No Dad, don't pretend this is okay or that I just made a mistake cause we both know that I've failed you. We both know what a fucking screw-up I am! There's no need to pretend. I'm worthless Dad. Please stop pretending your perfect son is still here. Cause he's not."
Burt and the beachy boy stared as Kurt left the restaurant, sobbing. The father glared at the man who had caused his son this breakdown, clenching his hands.
"Get out of my face,"
The kid hesitated, sitting down. Burt growled, eyes narrowing.
"Look sir, my name's Brad and... I know I'm a dick, okay I get it," the boy began. Burt looked away, shaking his head
That's an understatement he thought.
"But your son, is not,"
If Burt had been mad before it was nothing compared to the outrage on his face now.
"You think I don't know that!" he yelled, fighting to keep himself civilized in the tiny cafe.
"No, of course not! I just want to... Help. Honestly I do. I used to be where Kurt is now. On the edge of losing my entire life to drugs and alcohol and sex, but still holding onto a shred of hope and innocence." Brad explained, staring at his hands.
"But no one was there to keep me from falling and so I just did. And now, I'm trapped. Even worse than your kid probably."
Burt nodded, fiddling with his napkin.
"Kurt would never do drugs-"
"Yah well I always said I would never do them either," snapped Brad, losing patience. This man needed to understand what was happening to his son, what could happen to him. He needed to save him.
"You need to catch him," he said softly, catching Burt's eye. "Before it's too late,"
Taking a deep breath, Burt patted the boy's shoulder gruffly.
"Your right," he agreed.
Brad smirked, letting his mask of assholeness fall back into place.
"Oh I know," he commented, stuffing the remains of Kurt's toast into his mouth. Burt gaped as the Ken-esque man strutted out of the restaurant. Shaking his head, he paid the check and began the journey back to his son's apartment, preparing himself to stitch his baby back together again.

Tina Cohen-Chang had never felt worse in her life. Blaine was absolutely right. She had no idea what he was going through, she had always had someone there to take care of her, she had never regretted breaking up with someone. Her heart broke for Kurt and Blaine. They had been so happy. She remembered the night Blaine had called her.

Tina, I d-d-dumped him! I just was so af-f-f-fraid and I just told him I couldn't do it and oh gaga Tina I ruined everything!

She had rushed over, calling Mercedes while she drove.

Yah I know Tina, I'm with Kurt. He's doing his whole, "I'm completely fine" routine. But this time it's really bad… Blaine hurt him bad. His dad said he stayed in his car for hours afterward, in like total shock.

Well I'm going over to Blaine's right now-

WHAT? Tina no, he is the enemy!

'Cedes he sounded really upset and regretful-

I don't give a crap Tina! Do what you want, I'm going to try and get the boy I've known since kindergarten to believe in love again!

Mercedes had hung up the phone and hadn't spoken to Tina since she had befriended Blaine. So many things had gone wrong that night.

And Tina had just made everything worse by setting Blaine up with Evan. She had forgotten how good at pretending everything was alright when it wasn't Blaine was. Swallowing his smiles that didn't quite reach his eyes and his laughs that didn't seem quite as bright, she had pushed him farther into his depression.

She tapped out Evan's cell number on her phone, grimacing. Her cousin had really liked Blaine, he was going to be disappointed. But at this point, nothing was more important than fixing things with her recently discovered best friend.

"Hey Tina!" Evan's cheery voice poured out of the phone. The very sound of his happiness made the Asian girl smile. He was such a joyful guy.

"Hey Evan! So I wanted to-"

"No, no before you say ANYTHING, I wanna thank you for setting me up with Blaine! He's so great and really good-looking and I like him a lot!" Evan's excited puppy attitude was so enthusiastic. He was going to be crushed. In fact, his peppiness reminded Tina of a certain ex-Warbler, or at least BTN…. Before That Night.

"Yah about that, Evan I'm really sorry, but I think it was a mistake. I don't think Blaine is quite ready to get back in the dating game."

Silence met her words.

"What are you talking about?" Evan asked, his tone confused.

"Blaine doesn't want to date, he told me last night," Well more screamed but… she thought.

"Tina, I don't know what he told you but he called me this morning and asked me out. We're seeing a movie tonight." Evan sounded irritated. Tina's head swam with thoughts.

"Oh, well have fun then!" she cheered half-heartedly. Hanging up the phone, she immediately called Blaine, extremely concerned. He was a good friend, but she couldn't let him do this to himself for her.

"Hello?"

"Blaine! Hey look I was really sorry about the whole Evan thing and so I called him to break things off and he said you guys have a date tonight?" Tina turned the statement into a question, fiddling with her ebony locks.

"Oh, yah Tina don't worry about it. Honestly, you were right, I need to at least try to move on-"

"No Blaine, please don't let me push you into this, I know you're not ready yet!"

"Tina, please it's really fine. I made this decision for myself. I mean, Evan is a nice guy and fairly cute and I should really give myself the chance to succeed. I'm sorry for flipping out last night, I think I needed to get all that off my chest before I could start the healing process, you know?"

Tina sighed. Blaine sounded like he really meant it but she was still worried. Was he really ready? What if Kurt and him were soul mates and she let him give up on true love? She bit her lip, thinking.

"Okay, but Blaine if you want to cut things off at ANY time, I will personally tell Evan for you,"

Blaine laughed on the other line. "Okay Dokey, sounds like a plan!" he chortled.

"I'm really sorry about everything," Tina felt tears pool at her eyes.

"It's okay Tina, really. I should've told you how I felt earlier,"

The tears fell down Tina's face, her heart warming. Blaine was such a good guy, it was ridiculous. He deserved to move on, no matter what 'Cedes said.

"We're making sushi over here, wanna come over?" she asked.

"Sushi! Is that even a question?" Blaine sounded ecstatic and Tina giggled as she heard the jingle of his car keys.

"See you in a bit,"

Kay so before you kill me I promise that KLAINE IS ENDGAME! It's just gonna take our silly boys a while. Anybody wonder if Carol is gonna tell Kurt about Blaine's hot date? ;) TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO FIND OUT! Also check out my fluffy one-shots, Perfect Moments! And as always REVIEW & ALERT! Klisses and Klugs to all!