Disclaimer: Not mine. Sad.

A/N: Sorry the update took so long, I've a couple of busy days recently, and sorry this chapter is a little shorter (but there's more Kurt so… yay!). It's just… putting anything else into it would have felt forced. So I left it as is. Also, just want to say, I've quite literally never written slash before so… it might be kind of crap (some parts of this chapter) I don't know. I really want to hear your thoughts on it.

"I don't think she realised that we're on a date... or if she did, she didn't seem to care."

Blaine crinkled his brow in a frown. "What are you talking about?"

"She was flirting with you. Quite hard too."

"Really?"

Kurt rolled his eyes at the way Blaine was genuinely surprised. He hadn't noticed the way the waitress had patted his shoulder and let her hand linger there longer than appropriate, practically shoved her chest in his face and fluttered her eyelashes so much Kurt had started to think maybe she actually had honesty poked her eye with eyeliner.

"Yes, really."

"Huh," Blaine turned in his seat to peer at the girl now pouring out water for another table. "Could be worse, I suppose." He said.

"What?" Kurt asked.

Blaine only shrugged. "If some girl is going to be flirting with me, it might as well be someone who's mildly attractive. For a girl anyway."

Kurt laughed and shook his head at his boyfriend.

The next time the waitress came over (to unnecessarily ask them if she could refill their water glasses... that they'd barely taken a sip out of) Blaine made sure to openly grab Kurt's hand on the table. He gave the girl the most charming smile he could.

"We're alright thanks." he said.

She stared at their hands her eyes widened a little in recognition. "Uh, ok then. I'll uh, yep. Just let me know if you need anything."

It wasn't until she was well out of earshot Kurt let out a giggle. Blaine smiled as well and didn't let go of Kurt's hand until their food actually came and he needed it to eat.

There was a small argument over who would pay the bill, which was settled only by Blaine giving the waitress his card before Kurt had even realised what had happened.

They walked slowly to the car holding hands taking their time, both firmly avoiding the inevitable conversation. As they reached the car Kurt suddenly grabbed Blaine at the waist as pushed him up against the car. The small squeak of surprised didn't get a chance to escape his throat as Kurt captured his lips in the most desperate kiss he'd ever experienced.

It was an almost violent collision of lips, teeth and tongue as they grabbed at each other both putting their despair and every word of departure that had been avoided the entire day into the kiss.

Kurt pulled away first. He drew in a shaky breath. One hand was on Blaine's waist, the other rested against his neck.

"Come back to my place." his voice was a shaky whisper.

Blaine shook his head. "I... we can't."

"My parents' aren't home," he said. "Finn's already gone."

"We shouldn't." He said weakly.

Kurt met his gaze. The dark lighting highlighted the green in his eyes. Blaine saw in that moment Kurt had his guard down completely. There was longing and desperation in his eyes and a lust that Blaine hadn't seen before that did ... things... to him (Kurt was really going to be the end of him if all it took was a look).

"This is the last time I'm going to see you for a month." he kissed Blaine's jaw.

Blaine's grip on his boyfriend's hips tightened. "S-Skype." he breathed out as Kurt sucked gently on his neck.

"Not the same." his breath was hot against his neck. "We'll be on opposite sides of the country." Kurt let his hand ever so lightly trail down Blaine's chest to his hips where he started untucking the blue shirt he had on from his jeans. "Starting tomorrow. Please. Just tonight."

He might have said nodded, or said yes, Blaine couldn't actually remember because all of a sudden he was consumed by the feeling of Kurt's mouth over his. Of Kurt's body pressed against his.

Somehow they got in the car and drove to Kurt's place. He wasn't really bothered with committing that to memory. It was the events that followed he was more concerned with. He knew, without a doubt, he would never be able to forget it if he tried.

X X X

"Blaine's going to go bald if he doesn't stop trying to pull out his hair."

Startled, Blaine's elbow slipped off the edge of the desk, he lost his balance and in an effort to regain it his hand hit the soundboard causing buttons and dials to be knocked out of place. Thankfully, before any eardrums were blasted, Tyler had stopped playing.

"What's up with you?" he spoke into the microphone.

Blaine stopped recording and Tyler came out of the isolation booth.

"You're being really spacey." he sat in a chair next to Blaine. "First you didn't show up at all yesterday, which by the way, everyone was shocked at because you're not the type to take a day off. Today you're clearly on another planet."

Blaine sighed and ran his hand through his hair, yet again. "I'm good really," he said, not quite able to believe his own words. "Sorry. We'll start again. Sing the proper line this time."

Tyler smirked. "Dunno, I think the new lyric is pretty catchy. But really man, you sure?" he placed a hand on his shoulder and Blaine had to suppress a shudder at the sudden warmth that seeped through the cotton of his shirt.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Really, I'm fine. Get back in there and we'll start again with the vocals."

Tyler removed his hand and went back into the studio. It wasn't long until his smooth voice filled the place again. His voice had a distinct, almost jazz like, sound to it that gave his music an interesting spin. Blaine wondered if he'd ever considered music with that kind of sound. As Tyler started, Blaine's thoughts frustratingly drifted back to Kurt.

Tried as he did, he couldn't get the voice out of his head.

He'd tortured himself playing the message over and over again. It was some strange combination of just desperately needing to hear him speak and not being able to shed the gut feeling there was more to the message than he'd initially thought.

He'd thought to call back. But couldn't bring himself to.

There had been a time where he'd known Kurt better than he'd known himself. Which was why Blaine was sure he was the only person who would realize Kurt's voice was ever so subtly deeper than it had been when they were teenagers. It was how he recognized the slight shake in his voice when he said he was fine. The way he said 'you're prone to worry' with an emphasis that seemed to say that Blaine actually should worry.

After the seventh time through listening to it Blaine knew he wasn't delirious. It wasn't hope that making him hear those things. Because any excuse to delete the message and forget about it, Blaine was willing to take. But his gut said otherwise. The tortured sob and shaky whisper of his name from two nights ago was already invading his nightmares as his mind thought up of all the possibilities that could have resulted in the desperate call.

"Blaine?"

He jumped suddenly and looked up to see Tyler frowning at him.

How long ago had he stopped singing?

"Alright, I think we all need a break." he said.

Tyler took off his headphones and set his guitar down.

"You're fine?" he said with raised eyebrows. "Really?"

Blaine sighed. "Look, either I'm not making it obvious, or you're just really pushy but, I don't want to talk about it. At all. Now, you're going to go and do... whatever. Get food, get a drink. I don't care. And I'm going to go and do something I know will be a massive mistake but right now I really don't care."

He brushed past the blonde, who grabbed at his wrist to stop him but Blaine quickly shook him off and left the studio. In fact, he left the building altogether. He knew what he was about to do he would probably regret very quickly, but his need to know was stronger. Once he was out on the street he started dialling.

"What are you doing?" a voice hissed.

"Kurt. Hi."

There was nothing but heavy breathing on the other end. Blaine waited with bated breath, he wondered if he should say more, but couldn't find his voice.

"Blaine. Really? What are you doing?"

His voice was still lost, and for a selfish, self-destructive moment he let himself enjoy the sound of his name slipping through Kurt's lips. Finally he sighed.

"I don't know."

"I told you not to call me."

"You knew very well I would anyway." he snapped.

"Actually, I hoped for once you would actually do something I asked."

Blaine recognized that tone. It was Kurt's 'bitch' voice. It was the Kurt that was overly defensive and difficult to reason with. The Kurt that had all walls up and wasn't letting a soul in.

"Don't," Blaine's voice was strained. "Don't talk to me like that."

"Like what?" he snapped.

"Like I'm your enemy here."

"You sort of are." but already his tone was a little softer.

"Really?" Blaine asked, he could feel his voice getting louder. How could he say that… Blaine wasn't… he wasn't the one who had cause anything. "Because you're the one who called me first. You're the one who freaked me out. You called me, crying, and then didn't answer when I called you back. What was I supposed to think? And then you call trying to convince me that you're fine and you don't want to hear from me again and that you'll just forget it ever happened. I mean really Kurt, what the hell? I know you knew I wouldn't believe you because I know you're not so fucking naïve to think that I can't tell when you're lying." he spat out the last words with more venom than he realized he had.

"Don't try and turn this around on me."

"Why not? All of this is your fault isn't it? I might be forgettable and whatever, and it must be really easy for you to carry on with your life without giving me a second thought. But you're not forgettable. You know that? I can't just forget that for the first time in six years you actually spoke to me. I can't just go on with life like it's nothing. And you have no idea how frustrating it is to go six years trying and trying to forget about you only to have it shattered in a single three second phone call. So maybe next time, be a little more considerate."

There was a shaky breath. "Blaine... I... I didn't..."

"You didn't realise? Whatever. I don't care. I was going to tell you I'm here. Nothing has changed since the day we met. No matter how much I might hate you for what you've done... I'm here for you. Just, whatever happens... don't try and lie to me again."

Kurt might have started to speak again and Blaine hung up. His hands were shaking and he just couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much.