Blaine watched as Kurt's car raced through the parking lot, when it was out of sight he felt an abrupt pain starting in his chest slowly traveling his entire body. He felt his legs buckle underneath him and he hit the pavement hard. Suddenly he was gasping for air as if he couldn't breathe; he curled in on himself as cries of anguish burst from deep within. He clutched at his sides trying to hold himself together, the tears flowed as broken sobs wracked his body. He had a flashback to the last time when he was lying face down on the pavement except it had been in the dark and he wasn't alone, a group of school kids had been continuously kicking him in the gut. They were taunting him and his friend, he remembered blinding reaching out to grab his friend's hand but he only received more blows to his abdomen. It was the same pain he felt only now it was worse because he was being torn apart and he had only himself to blame. Kurt was gone. He grasped the side of his car and pulled himself up; he was choking back more sobs but he made a strong attempt to control them, he had to go after Kurt.

Kurt drove home at an alarmingly fast rate, not caring that any nearby cop car would surely pull him over. He felt trapped; he wanted to tear at his hair or scratch at his skin to keep from losing his mind. He needed to escape, to run away and leave everything behind; his hands were clenching the wheel as he sped home. He didn't want to see Blaine, he was angry but if he was being honest with himself he was really hurt. He didn't want to feel the pain so he settled on anger to keep the tears at bay. He arrived home as the sun was beginning to set, he ran inside slamming the door behind him.

"Hey Kurt, mom said dinner will be ready-"

"Not now, Finn!" Kurt snapped rushing upstairs before his dad could see that Kurt had been crying.

"Woah, Kurt are you okay?" Finn questioned following him upstairs.

"I'm fine. I just had a long day," Kurt sighed. "I need a shower, tell Carole I'm sorry but I already had dinner with..." Kurt paused he wanted to say Blaine's name but his throat seemed to have closed up, he coughed and was about to try again but thankfully Finn had appeared to catch on.

"Ah, dinner with Blaine again, yeah it's cool," Finn began walking back downstairs. "Mom totally understands how crazy you guys are about each other."

Hearing Finn say that struck a chord and before he could fall apart he went into his room swiftly locking the door behind him. He ran to his shower quickly running the water before he let out the cries he'd been holding in. He undressed and stepped into the shower, the water was scalding hot as it cascaded down Kurt's back but he couldn't care enough to turn it down. He was too numb to really feel, he slide down the shower wall hugging his knees to his chest as the water washed away his tears.

Blaine was pulling up to Kurt's house, his eyes were red and swollen but for the most part he wasn't crying anymore. He took a deep breath and willed himself to get off the car but his body wouldn't budge. He reached for his phone glancing at the window to Kurt's room willing him to look out.

When the curtains remained closed he opened the phone gazing at the screensaver, it was of Kurt and Blaine sitting together during his last Warbler practice before Kurt transferred back to McKinley. He smiles slowly remembering their conversation leading up to the photo. Kurt had been practicing for a solo when Blaine suddenly interrupted him.

"I'm really going to miss hearing the perfect pitch in your tone, oh who am I kidding, Kurt, I'm going to miss all of you."

"Oh stop it Blaine, you're acting like it's the end of the world," Kurt said as he sat beside Blaine leaning into his shoulder. "But I do know how you feel; I'm going to miss spending every second with you."

Blaine smiled reaching out to stroke Kurt's cheek. "I'm going to miss be able to do this." Blaine leaned forward catching Kurt's lips with his own.

Kurt pulled away breathless, eyes a light with a new idea. "I have a picture of you in my locker back at McKinley and whenever I start to miss you I just look at the picture and I feel better, give me your phone."

Blaine obliged as Kurt scooted closer to Blaine so that their cheeks were touching, he held the phone at an awkward trying to get a good enough picture. After several takes Kurt was finally satisfied with one and he set it to the screensaver.

The sun has set and it's getting late, Blaine doesn't know how long he's been sitting in the car staring at his screensaver but finally he puts his keys back in the ignition and drives away, fighting against every nerve screaming in his body to go up to Kurt's room.

As much as he wants to burst into Kurt's room begging for forgiveness, he knows that Kurt needs to be alone to collect his thoughts and Blaine would only further push Kurt away if he keeps bombarding him with his presence. Blaine realizes that as much pain he is in, Kurt must feel worse because he feels betrayed so if Kurt wants to be alone for a while then it's the least Blaine could do.

Kurt's skin feels raw from the blistering water that assaulted his body in the shower; he sits on his bed staring down at Blaine's car parked in front of his house. He can hear the rest of the family enjoying dinner and he waits for Blaine to get off the car to interrupt the evening. He dreads the events that are about to take place when Blaine comes to ring the door, the confusion on his Finn's face, his father's mixed expression of concern and Carole's distress while he tries to explain away the problem. He keeps waiting and yet Blaine doesn't move he's staring at something in his hand. Kurt bites his lip anxiously, it's getting darker and he can barely make out Blaine's silhouette. Kurt stands up in front of the mirror to inspect his sensitive skin, when suddenly he hears Blaine's car start up. Kurt immediately rushes to the window and as he does he catches a glimpse of the car's tail lights as Blaine drives away.

His head is telling him he should be relieved that Blaine decided not to bother him, but he feels like someone just pushed him off a plane in midflight while telling him there was no more parachutes.

Being with Blaine had left him feeling nearly invincible; he could conquer anything with Blaine by his side. He trusted Blaine so completely; being in love felt like skydiving he was flying high in the sky making everything in life a thousand times more exhilarating. Now suddenly it was like there was a tiny rip in his parachute that was quickly growing, turning his parachute to shreds. The ground was fast approaching and it was only a matter of time before he crumbled to pieces, he was falling and there was no one to catch him.

'Why did Blaine leave? Oh god! Does that mean he doesn't care about me? Is he tired of me? Is he just going to give up and not even try to get me back? Maybe he thinks I'm not worth it? Calm down Kurt, you were the one who told him you needed to be alone. Think Kurt what did he tell you...he was rambling on about nationals. What does nationals have to do with this? I think he mentioned Santana. Is he having another straight phase like he did with Rachelle, ugh gross that just can't be it. For fuck's sake he was practically moaning into my ear before I confronted him about his behavior at the ice-cream shop. Fuck maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion.'

Kurt climbed into bed taking a deep breath sorting through some more thoughts.

'Okay I know I'm not over reacting, he was definitely keeping something from me otherwise he wouldn't have been apologizing. Is it really another guy though? Maybe he just wants sex and because I haven't made any attempt he's getting it from someone else. Why did I have to be so foolish about sex? I'm so stupid! I'm ready now, I've been ready but then nationals got in the way and I just really thought this was going to be the summer for us to experiment.'

Kurt was beginning to fantasize about Blaine in his bed, he closed his eyes and tried to picture the image of Blaine gasping and moaning as Kurt licked his body all over. He could feel himself getting hard and quickly shook away those thoughts. If it was really over between Blaine and him he would never get the chance to be intimate with Blaine at all, he was just so confused about everything.

'Think Kurt, what else did he say? My phone!'

Kurt jumped up seizing his phone from the night stand, he opened it and looked through the text messages he had with Santana, but the last conversation he had with her was almost a week ago.

'Need your suggestion for a couple of outfits I have. Can you stop by today round 6pm? –Santana'

'Sure, Blaine gets off at 7pm today anyways so I think I can help, hot date? –Kurt'

'Something like that. How's the sex life with Blaine? ;) –Santana'

'I'm not inclined to share that information with you, how's the sex life with Brit? –Kurt'

'That bad, eh? Oh and it's sensational! –Santana'

'I didn't really want to hear that. –Kurt'

'You did ask. –Santana'

'It was a rhetorical questi- never mind, see ya at 6. –Kurt'

That was it, there were no more messages. Santana wasn't acting any stranger than usual it just didn't make sense. Kurt was tired of trying to guess what was going on so he was about to text Blaine but he decided to hold off until tomorrow he didn't feel like talking about it tonight. He was re-reading some old texts he had saved from Blaine when he saw a few that he didn't remember reading before.

He felt his face flush as he read the intimate messages, the text from Blaine admitted to having dirty dreams about Kurt. He felt a snug feeling overcome him as the puzzle pieces started falling in place.

'When he said he was having dreams…he meant, oh! But who was he messaging if it wasn't me? It must have been Santana, oh that evil evil girl! So let me get this straight, he touched himself thinking it was me and then he pretended it never happened out of sheer humiliation! I get it now, the way he would look at me, his strange behavior when we were kissing and I'd get too excited and bite his lip oh and the moan! It all makes perfect sense, except for the ice-cream shop but I'm sure it's related to this whole mess somehow. But that means he still loves me! He loves me!'

Kurt couldn't keep from smiling brightly, he chuckled joyfully and the tears were trickling down his face, he was so happy. He was about to call Blaine but suddenly he was embarrassed now that he knew the truth, he had gotten turned on reading the text messages and now he didn't know what to say to Blaine. Sure he was happy that Blaine wasn't cheating on him but that was going to be such an awkward conversation. Kurt was a little worried but he had to admit he was more than a little excited, perhaps this meant they were going to be intimate sooner than expected. Obviously they were both aching for each other to the point that it almost tore them apart. Kurt decided he had to call Blaine he couldn't leave him feeling miserable for one more second.

It was nearly three in the morning when Blaine was awoken by the feel of his phone buzzing in his hand; he had fallen asleep staring at the screensaver. He squinted at the incoming call when he saw that it was Kurt he hit the answer button immediately.

"Kurt! Hello are-"

"Blaine! I love you!"

Blaine's heart melting at those three words he could almost see Kurt smiling on the other line, he didn't care if this was a dream it felt real and he just wanted to soak it in.

"I love you too Kurt."

"I know that's why I'm calling; I just wanted to tell you that I forgive you. I know everything, well almost everything you're just going to have to fill me in on all the finer details."

Blaine was beginning to wake up more; he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes as he spoke, "What finer details?"

"Oh you know about us having sexual relations!" Kurt exclaimed happily.

Blaine was in the process of a yawn and started choking and coughing, when he heard those words leave Kurt's lips. When he calmed down Kurt spoke up timidly.

"Well only if you want to, do you want to?"

'Holy shit, this is all happening so fast, and where is this all coming from? Did that mean Kurt knew about the sexting with Santana? Why wasn't he mad? Did he want to have sex right now? Oh fuck he asked me something, he wants to know if I want to have sex with him. Of course I do but maybe this is a test I don't want to force him into anything. Fuck we need to talk this out in person not on the phone'

"Kurt, can we talk about this tomorrow?"

There was no reply on the other end and Blaine began to worry that he was screwing up again so soon.

"Listen Kurt, I want to talk about this in person not over the phone and I know your dad won't approve of me at your house at this hour, and I don't want you sneaking out either."

When there was still no reply from Kurt he glanced at his phone and panic took over, his phone was dead. He had used all the battery staring at the screensaver and he hadn't put it to charge because he fell asleep.

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, c'mon Blaine! Shit!'

Blaine scrambled for his charger hitting his head on the corner of his desk reaching for the chord, he knew there would be a bruise by tomorrow but he didn't give a flying fuck he needed to call Kurt back right this fucking minute.

Kurt was worried that maybe he was a little too forward about asking Blaine if he wanted to have sex; he just kind of sprung it on him without thinking. He waited for Blaine to say something then the phone went dead silent he looked at his screen to see if flashing 'call ended' his heart thumped loudly in his chest. He sent a text before turning off his phone and turning into his pillows to fall asleep.

By the time Blaine got his phone back on he instantly called Kurt but only received his voicemail, he heard a beep and looked to see the incoming text.

'Love you; meet me at The Lima Bean tomorrow for breakfast night! –Kurt'

AN: Hope you like this chapter, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!(: