And I feel like taking off, let me be your supernova, before you make the biggest mistake of your life, give me the chance to get it right

Something Beautiful
Chapter 7-Meeting Wes

Blaine sighed. Who knew that trying to please two people at the same time could be so hard? (no pun intended
"Come on Blaine! One night! I promise, you don't even need to drink! I just want to meet him!"
"I dunno Wes" Blaine sighed hesitantly into the phone and fisted his fingers in his curls. "Me and Kurt," he paused and wondered what the right thing to say was. "We aren't really..." he sighed confusedly. "Exclusive."
"What do you mean you aren't 'exclusive'? I thought you were in love with this guy?" Wes protested, his voice getting higher slightly in frustration. Blaine stumbled over his words and paced back and forth in his office. What the hell am I supposed to say? I don't even know if Kurt and I are...together. And even if we are, what if he doesn't want to meet Wes? I mean he can get a little...defensive, and he tends to not have much of a filter, what if he blurts out to Kurt that I'm in love with him when he's drunk or something?

"I-Wes, I don't know man, I don't know if Kurt will be up to it anyway"
"I don't care, you're coming, both of you, even if I have to drag you there myself!"

Blaine opened his mouth but the words died in his mouth as he laid eyes on the most beautiful man passing by his office through the glass walls. Kurt was wrapped up in his red cashmere striped scarf and his long pea-coat which stopped about mid-thigh of his tight yet stylish work trousers; his arm was linked with Anna, or 'the woman from his office' which was who Blaine recognised her as. He was laughing amicably and tugging his scarf off with his free hand before risking a quick glance into Blaine's office. Both men blushed and ducked their heads when their eyes met, embarrassed that they'd caught each other looking.

Blaine pressed all his weight onto one foot, swinging the other back and forth, staring down at his shoe as it scuffed the floor. The ground seemed to be a pretty interesting place for Kurt to look too, anything to distract him from the gorgeous man that had just been watching him. Blaine kept his face pointing downwards, but lifted his gaze to watch Kurt again under his thick dark eyelashes; his phone still pressed to his ear pointlessly. Kurt turned again and met Blaine's gaze for the second time, but instead of turning away, they both just stared slightly.

Eyes shining, smiles glowing and blush increasing. Blaine sent Kurt a final wink before he turned the corner and out of sight, Anna was completely unaware of Kurt's distractions and had jabbered on through all of it, Kurt just smiled to himself and drifted back into the conversation, nodding and pretending he knew what the hell she was going on about.

"Blaine? Blaine! Hell-oooooooooooo?" Wes' annoying voice came back into Blaine's hearing and he sighed irritably, answering the frustrated Chinese man.

"Huh? What?"
"Did you get distracted by lover boy or something? Or are you turning deaf? You just zoned out!"

Blaine blushed immediately, God, look at yourself, you're blushing like a teenage girl for fuck sake his annoying inner conscience chimed in, he found that it had been making a star appearance in his head these past few days since Kurt had been sort of helping him with his anger issues; it constantly reminded him of things he should be flipping out over, but instead chose to remain calm. He felt powerful, in control of his emotions and over powering that stupid annoying little fucker in his head.

"Something like that" he mumbled in return, kicking the skirting board of his office door.

"Well, anyway, since you've taken so long to answer me now anyway, I've decided to just go ahead and decide for you. You're coming tomorrow night. With Kurt. End of." And with that, Wes hung up and Blaine was met with a beeeeeeeeeeeeep before his protests died on his tongue.

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Kurt was exhausted. There were so many things to do, and with so little time. He had a long list of photographs taken from yesterday's shoot that needed sorting through and deciding on the final three before sending them to the publicists and then to Blaine. Also, Ian was still being a pain in the backside and was ordering him to do every little job for him, even the stupid little un-necessary ones like getting Kurt to empty his office bin for him? he had much better things to do than to waste his time emptying bins, and he didn't remember seeing 'binman' on the job description.

Nevertheless, he ploughed on, and made sure Ian didn't have any excuse to whine at him; in fact he mostly just tried to avoid him all together, which wasn't easy. Everywhere Kurt went he seemed to pop up, even this morning on the way to work with Blaine, he drove past slowly in his car with narrowed eyes, spying on the couple and then driving off slowly, staring at his rear-view mirror. Both men just laughed at him as if he were some derived loony (which was in some respects quite true).

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for the first time that day, rubbing his rough palms over his smooth face and running the tips of them through his hair in attempt to relax himself. That didn't last long, obviously, because Ian came bursting through the door without permission and started screaming immediately.

"Why are you so bad at your job!"

"What?" Kurt sighed, he had had enough. What else could he possibly be blaming him for now?

"It's cause you're a fag isn't it? Fags are worthless and can't do shit, that's why you're such a failure"

Kurt sat open mouthed as Ian stormed out, no one had ever been that direct to him since high school, and he didn't even know the real reason Ian was angry; but he definitely didn't look like he was one to be messed with. He felt the pointless tears welling in his eyes and tilted his head back, desperately trying to blink them away in case anyone else stormed in un-invited.

At this very thought, there was three quiet knocks at my door before Ana poked her head around with a sympathetic look on her face. He held in the sobs and tried to look strong and confident, don't let anybody see you cry.

"Hey An, what's up?" he listened to his own voice and didn't even recognise it, something sounded off, though he couldn't place what it was.

"Hey, I just, I heard- well, we all did, but... um, we heard what Ian said to you" she bowed her head slightly in shame, though Kurt had no idea what she had to be shameful for.

"Oh" he replied simply and ducked his head, watching his thumbs twiddling in his lap intently. He sniffed un-intentionally and Ana rushed over to him, embracing him in her arms and rocking him gently as his walls crashed, the dams collapsed and tears splashed onto her shoulder.

"Shh, Shh, it's okay" His sobs became louder and he wondered why it still got to him. After spending most of his life getting bullied, why was it such a shock to him that the reason Ian picked on him was because he was gay? And why was it so hard to hear that word after not hearing it since his senior year of high school?

"I'm sorry" Kurt pulled back, noticing the patch of wetness on Ana's shoulder, and sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve like a young child. Ana just smiled sadly at him and shook her head, lifting herself onto his desk between his legs where he sat on the chair. She reached for his hands and held them inside hers, stroking his palms with her thumbs soothingly. After a while, and after she had let Kurt calm down a little before she spoke again.

"You know it's not true right?" she waited until Kurt lifted his head and locked eyes with her. "Everything he said, none of it is true, you aren't any of those things Kurt, and neither are you a failure. In fact, ever since you got here, the whole department is finally back on their feet again! We were all lazy slackers until you turned up and got us all sorted out straight" she smiled and a little smile crept its way back onto Kurt's face.

"I bet you are loved by so many people Kurt, I haven't even known you that long, what, about a week? Two weeks? Since we first spoke? And you already amaze me by the amount of work you do, one thing's for sure, you're not a quitter" she laughed encouragingly and he nodded in agreement, wiping his eyes and squeezing her hands as he looked up at her from his seat.

"Thank you Ana, it's just- I, I can't...I don't know what happened. I've been told the same things all my life by homophobes that it's starting to get old now, but hearing it from him. It just...made me feel so ashamed"

"But you have nothing to be ashamed of Kurt"

"I know" he sighed. "I know, and thank you, Ana, you really are a great friend."

"That's what they tell me" she winked and stood up, pressing a kiss to his hands before dropping them and moving around to the front of his desk.

"I'll see you around yeah? Don't get yourself down and just carry on with whatever you were doing" she smiled at Kurt who nodded in return. She left with a wave of her hand and gently clicked the door shut.

"Are you sure Kurt?"

"Positive"

Blaine just whined in protest and fell back onto his bed with a groan, lying flat on his back with his legs dangling off the edge from the knee downwards; arms spread wide with a pout on his face. Kurt laughed and resisted the urge to brush the curls off of his forehead...You can't make little romantic gestures when you aren't even boyfriends! Instead he just fell down next to him, staring at the ceiling.

"Kurt," Blaine's whiny voice butted in again merely 10 seconds later. "Are you sure? Seriously, you have no idea how annoying and pushy and...and...frustrating! My friends can be...especially Wes!"

Kurt just stayed silent and rolled to his side to face Blaine with an eyebrow raised, propping his head up on his elbow.

"Why would you want to go out to some stupid filthy club with 10 guys you don't even know to try and make conversation with them and get to know their pointless lives when we could just sit at home and have another movie marathon?" Blaine was pouting again and the other man resisted the urge to smile as Blaine's curls flopped onto his face, he looked more like a puppy right now than he ever had before.

"Because! They're your friends, Blaine. If we're going to be best friends then we need to get to know each other" Kurt shrugged, wanting so badly to replace 'best friends' with 'boyfriends' but he feared that wasn't what Blaine saw them as.

Blaine simply groaned again and flailed pointlessly on the duvet in protest, a scowl printed across his face like a toddler in a tantrum. "But Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!"

"No! No buts, you asked me if I would like to go, and I told you I'd love to. So that's final, we're going."

"But they aren't even really my friends! I haven't spoken or seen any of them in months! Aside from Wes...but I've only had the odd phone call from him, nothing more! Seriously it would be pointless, please Kurt"

Kurt thought for a minute. What if Blaine didn't want him there? Was that why he was kicking up such a fuss? He hadn't actually given him a real reason as to why he didn't want his friends to meet him other than he would much rather stay at home instead of going out and getting drunk with people he apparently didn't really even care much for.

"Are you ashamed of me?" Kurt sat up and faced away from Blaine after whispering the question in a small shy voice. Blaine immediately sat up and flung himself across the other side of the bed, falling off and straight onto his knees in front of Kurt; resting his palms on Kurt's biceps and rubbing soothingly, waiting for him to lift his head so he could see those beautiful blue orbs.

"Of course not, how could you ask that?" Blaine sounded quite offended, but he realised that he hadn't exactly been clear with Kurt about his feelings, and that Kurt didn't actually know how precious he was to him.

"I-I, it's nothing, I just—I don't know, I guess...I just wondered why you don't want me there, or to- to meet your friends...I just..."

Blaine cut him off by taking both of Kurt's hands and gathering them in his warm palms, kissing each fingertip in a way that was way too sweet and romantic to be platonic. Kurt looked up at the gesture with a questioning look in his eyes. Blaine just shrugged and hoped that Kurt wouldn't ask...truth be told he wasn't exactly ready to come clean, if anything he was nervous as hell.

"It's not like that Kurt it's just...those guys—they aren't really...Basically, before I met you I was in a bad place, not one of them came through for me apart from Wes. He has been my best friend for years though, so I guess it's a little different..."

Blue met hazel for a minute before Blaine continued. "Look, if you want to go then we can, I guess I'm just being stubborn but...I haven't seen any of them in a while so things might be a little more than awkward...I guess I'm just trying to avoid them at all costs. Though I have no problem with you meeting Wes, but I'm warning you now, he is more than weird."

Kurt laughed at this, which brought the smile back to Blaine face. Blaine squeezed the other man's knees gently before springing up from his crouch, his legs clicking with protest. "Ouch"

"Got aching joints, old man?" Kurt smirked from his place on the bed.

"Oh shut up you!"

"Never" Kurt grinned and stuck his tongue out, causing Blaine to grab the closest thing to him that happened to be a pillow and whack Kurt with it. He fell back onto the bed with an 'oomph' and reached for a pillow, smacking Blaine with one too.

"Ow! Oi you!" Blaine growled and pounced on top of Kurt, who was giggling uncontrollably and reached for more pillows to launch at him.

Blaine pinned Kurt's wrists up next to his head down on the bed, as the two men stared at each other, breathing slowing and eyes studying each others. Blaine resisted the urge to drop down and kiss him right there and then, although his still felt how heavy his lips felt as they edged closer to Kurts...

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The incoming call on Blaine's phone vibrated in the front pocket of his jeans, causing him to jump backwards in surprise, falling off the bed and banging it clumsily on the bookshelf behind him. Kurt exploded with laughter, holding his hands in front of his mouth and dropping his head between his propped knees, barely peeking through his fingers at Blaine's scowling face before dropping into the pillows again and laughing harder.

Despite the throbbing in his head, Blaine felt the usual smile that Kurt caused creep its way onto his face and reached to tap accept on the glowing screen, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Anderson"
Wes. How did I guess? Blaine thought, rolling his eyes and increasing the pressure on his head and wincing slightly at the pain. He glanced over to Kurt who was still pressed face down into the piles of pillows and floating feathers, shaking with silenced laughter.

"Montgomery"
Blaine answered, imagining Wes doing his little nod of acknowledgement through the phone.

"So. Tonight? Did you tell him?"

"Yup" Blaine answered simply, grinning at Kurt who was now rolling like a fascinated child in the feathers from the burst pillows of their pillow fight and noticed a few stray feathers sticking up from his hair; looking like a baby bird just awoken from its sleep inside its nest.

"And...?"

"Yeah we'll see you there"

"Yessss!" Wes almost fist pumped with excitement. "What are you so happy about anyway?" he asked after celebrating briefly.

"Hmm?" Blaine asked from his haze, watching Kurt with longing eyes.

"I can practically hear you smiling" Wes snorted, waiting for Blaine to reply after he sighed, smiling to himself and thinking of some pointless excuse to give Wes.

"Mhm..."

The Chinese man laughed. "Okay, well I'll leave you in your lovers haze. Say hi to lover boy from me! See you at 9!"

And with that Wes hung up, Blaine just dropped his phone, letting his head fall back onto the wall behind him with his banana ridiculously big smile; which only turned into a grimace of pain when the sharp throb returned in the back of his head.

"Was that Wes?" Kurt asked, his chin propped up on his palms, strewn across Blaine's double bed on his stomach, smirking at Blaine.

"Yep, he says hi"

"Well, hi to you too Wes"

Blaine scrunched up his face and brought up a hand to rub at the back of his head again.

"Right, so- we need to decide what to wear tonight, don't we? Let's plan!" Kurt clapped his hands in excitement as Blaine dropped his head into his hands with a groan of protest before Kurt sprang to his feet, pulling Blaine up with him and guiding him to Blaine's walk in wardrobe.

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Blaine had always been a protective kind of guy. Maybe that was just his excuse to keep an owning hand on Kurt's waist all night, and judging by the way he glanced around with narrowed eyes to watch out for anyone who threatened to steal this gorgeously dressed man away from him tonight, it was the right excuse.

"Blaine I'm not going anywhere, you don't have to cling to me like a koala bear on a tree" Kurt laughed, raising his voice slightly over the loud music that was pulsating in the club. Blaine had been here many times before; it wasn't a gay club, although this was where he met most of his one night stands when he would come each week, picking up a different man each time he came.

"Maybe I just like cuddles" Blaine pouted, causing Kurt to burst into fits of giggles, trying to shove Blaine off who just clung to him even more, the kicked puppy look on his face threatening to falter and his smile to break through.

"Where's your friends then?"

"I dunno" Blaine shrugged after releasing Kurt, although he still hovered nearby, placing a hand on the small of his back and guiding him through the crowd whenever they moved together.

They approached the bar and sat down on the stools, ordering drinks and looking around whilst they sipped from them. At last, Blaine let his eyes rest on a group of about 7 people who had just come in through the door. Kurt was squinting at them too.

"Is that them?" he asked, gesturing vaguely to the group.

"Yeah" Blaine took a swig from his beer, hissing slightly and narrowing his eyes to try and see his old friends a little better.

"Is it weird that I'm nervous?" he asked Blaine, fiddling with a strand of cotton that was fraying on his sleeve when Blaine snapped his head around, a reassuring look on his face.

"Of course not. But you have nothing to be worried about, they aren't all that bad, I guess... and you have me either way" he shrugged and realised Wes was jumping through the crowd ahead of everyone else excitedly making his way over to the couple.

"Blaaaaaaaineeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Oh god"

The Chinese man smacked into Blaine full force in a tight gripping hug, squeezing the breath out of him with a huge smile on his face, not letting go until Blaine thumped him forcefully on the back. "Can't...Breathe...Wes!"

"Sorry man! But god it's good to see you, you look great! It feels like I haven't seen you in years!" Wes was bouncing happily, and then turned to a nervous looking Kurt with a welcoming smile on his face.

"So this is loverboy eh?"

Blaine blushed immediately like a teenage boy and punched Wes in the shoulder, groaning at him. "Wes!"
"Ow! What was that for?"
Blaine just groaned again and Kurt giggled slightly with the friends' argument. Wes stepped forward to greet him at the same time Kurt stuck out a hand.

"I'm Kurt" he smiled easily.

"Wes" he grinned in return, reaching out to shake his hand in a firm grip and then dropping it and nudging Blaine in the side with his elbow and a smug look on his face, eyebrows raised, "he's a looker I'll give you that!" Wes grinned shamelessly and Blaine stared at him with an embarrassed an unbelieving expression.

"Wes! What the- Kurt just ignore him, I told you he was like this. Oh god...why did I even bother showing up tonight if- Oh no...okay, I'm leaving. Come on Kurt we're going" Blaine stood but Wes only pushed him back into his seat with laughter.

"Sit down Anderson, the night's still young" He patted Blaine's back who simply groaned, his face still buried in his hands, peeking up through his fingers to look at a smirking Kurt who simply laughed at his discomfort, causing Blaine to poke and prod him in the side whilst Wes ordered more drinks.

"In all serious though Kurt," Wes started, when he got Kurt's attention from Blaine's distracting flirting techniques. "It's great to finally meet you. I've heard quite a lot about you...and I'll just leave it at that..." He laughed, ignoring Blaine's scowl.

"Likewise" Kurt smiled and Blaine's worries seemed to fade away just watching this beautiful man, glowing under the powerful pulsating lights of the club.

"Right then," Wes said as the bartender handed him his drink, and he raised it in the air "let's get this party starteeeeed!" he shouted. A few people nearby shouted in agreement as everyone at the bar downed their drinks, wiping their mouths on their sleeves and Wes danced off to find his fiancé, leaving the two men in silence, before they burst into laughter again.

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Dancing with Blaine had definitely become one of Kurt's new favourite things to do. Neither of them were even drunk yet, though Blaine seemed a little tipsy. They just acted as normal, how they always did, feeling comfortable with each other like when they had their cliché flirty pillow fights and stolen kisses although neither of the men ever knew what they meant.

The two men laughed and grinded back onto each other, laughing as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Both had forgotten about Blaine's friends, now a distant worry and memory, right now, it was just Kurt and Blaine being their normal selves, goofballs on the dance floor. Neither of them noticed the group of Blaine's friends watching them, nor did they notice the pair of disapproving ones either.

After two songs, Blaine excused himself to the little boys' room and Kurt made his way back to the bar to buy himself and Blaine another drink. He'd just finished ordering when a deep voice came into hearing on his left.

"He's using you, you know"

Kurt snapped his head around and was met with a man about the same height as him, with quaffed blonde hair and a menacing scar that trailed just under and along his jaw-line. He had shockingly bright emerald coloured eyes and had his head tilted to one side, studying Kurt curiously with a slight grimace on his face before it turned to a smirk.

Kurt spun his head around and looked either side of him, wondering whether this man was talking to somebody else. "Excuse me?"

"Anderson" the man narrowed his eyes slightly at the mention of Blaine, taking a swig from his can and slamming it down on the bar again and signalling to the bartender to fetch him another. "He's using you"

"Um," Kurt said slowly, a little dumb-founded. "Right...and you are?"

The man grinned wolfishly and stuffed money into the waiting bartenders' hand. "Ethan" he looked Kurt over once and then snapped open the fastening on his new can of beer. "Ethan Piggott"

"Hmm..." Kurt replied, looking him over with a raised eyebrow and a speculating look. Ethan just laughed and shook his head, looking down at himself with a smile.

"You really are clueless, aint you?"

"I-wait, how do you know Blaine?"

"Who doesn't know Blaine" he rolled his eyes. Spinning on his stool and leaning his elbows back on the bar.

"Care to explain?" Kurt asked, a small feeling of panic resembled in the pit of his stomach. How well did he really know Blaine? What if he was someone completely different to how Kurt thought he was?

"Blaine Anderson." The blonde man sighed, as if the beginning of an old tale was about to be read. The next sentences fell from his mouth with ease as if from a well memorised book. "Well, he gets around. Obviously, I mean, have you seen him? He's gorgeous. Everyone can see that, and Blaine knows it too, he's slept with pretty much every guy in this god forsaken club, gay and straight. I'm pretty sure he turned a few straight guys gay or fucked a closeted gay and had them screaming his name within the time limit of about 16 minutes."

Ethan paused, looking over at Kurt with smugness, realising that Kurt didn't really have any clue whatsoever that Blaine was only interested in his cock for one night and he'd be gone by the next morning, without Kurt even knowing he was there.

"I mean, I'm no exception. Obviously." He grinned smugly. "Blaine is a god in bed, me and him...we have a thing. It's like friends with benefits although we aren't really friends; we just both enjoy a good fuck." Ethan leaned back further on the bar and stuck his chin out slightly, looking over the crowds of people to where Kurt had noticed Blaine talking to some guy and smiling intently, laughing and patting his back and then stepping closer to say something in his ear.

"You see, he's already chosen his next fuck. You're just another cockslut on the waiting list. And don't think I didn't see you giving him googly eyes, let me get this straight for you" He sat upright suddenly, spinning on his chair to face Kurt, their knees touching until Kurt jolted back a little at the sudden closeness with this stupidly smug grinning meerkat faced man.

"Blaine Anderson isn't looking for love, kid. I'm sorry to break it to ya but while he's fucking you and you're thinking about getting married and having children and having sunshine and rainbows and happiness and everything you ever fucking dreamed of, he's already planning his route home and counting the money he'll need for his taxi fee."

Kurt stuttered as Ethan finished his carefree explanation. Was Blaine actually like that? Fuck. Kurt thought. That is so not what I needed. I've had way too many of those emotionless and thoughtless pricks and sorry excuses for 'boyfriends' in the past. I don't need another user. But his heart spoke next, as he saw Blaine making his way through the crowds, dragging that guy he had been talking to with him, walking towards Kurt. But Blaine is so...perfect. He treats you like royalty, he protects you and he kisses you in random moments and you both flirt like mad. He told you he had feelings for you, so how can you be just a worthless fuck?

Kurt's head started to hurt with thinking too much, until Ethan noticed Blaine coming towards them and took that as his cue to leave, not needing any confrontation from Blaine after he found out what he had just said to Kurt, he knew better than anybody how aggressive Blaine could get, he had that stupid scar on his face to prove it.

"Well," Ethan paused, looking over to Kurt with a smug grin before standing and brushing his palms on his jeans. "I best be off. Don't cry too much over him." Ethan said snidely, patting Kurt on the shoulder sarcastically before leaning close to his ear and talking over the loud music. "You'll get over him sooner or later" with that he left with a ironically friendly smile and pushed his way through the bodies, heading for the exit.

Despite Ethan's sharp exit, Blaine still seemed to notice the head of spiky blond hair retreating towards the exit from Kurt and instantly flooded with panic. He frowned and pulled Colin over to Kurt and noticed the distant and distressed look on Kurt's angelic features.

"Kurt?" he asked hesitantly. The chestnut haired boy snapped his head up to see Blaine looking at him with concerned eyes and was immediately filled with disgust, how can he talk to me so normally when he has tonight's bait stood behind him, waiting for Blaine to take him home? How could I be so freaking stupid in the first place? I knew it was too good to be true, I just knew it. It always is.

Blaine reached to place his hand on the small of Kurt's back like he had before when they were situated at the bar. "Kurt are you o-"

"Keep your hands off me" he snarled in return and Blaine's face dropped, resembling fear and shock, stumbling backwards a little and rocking back onto his heels.

"Kurt, what's wrong? I just want you to meet-"

"Well I don't want to meet him okay Blaine? I don't care what you do with your fucking life or who your fucking 'friends' are. I am so obviously worthless to you so why bother?" Kurt growled from his seat, slamming his drink down onto the bar and shoving through the mass crowds of people. Blaine immediately chased after him, shouting at him to stop and wait, leaving his friend Colin at the bar with a confused expression.

"Kurt! Kurt- just, wait! Slow down, Kurt, baby!" Blaine was babbling at this moment, trying to say anything, do anything to get Kurt to stop and talk to him, to try and understand what the hell had gotten in to him or what he himself had done to make Kurt so upset.

Kurt spun in a second after hearing the last word slip and pointed a finger at Blaine, "Don't call me that" He turned again and forced through the heavily swaying and grinding bodies, hearing shouts from some of Blaine's friends he had met earlier on and calls from Wes.

"You guys leaving so soon?" Wes shouted as Blaine scrambled after Kurt desperately.
"Yo guys, where's the fire at?"
"Oh Blaine's probably just taking him home...if you get what I mean" Kurt stopped at this, and turned to see George waggling his eyebrows suggestively at the rest of the group who burst out in laughter and nodded in agreement. He felt the tears burn in his eyes as he reached the doors and pushed through them, immediately noticing the long line of taxi's parked on the side of the road, waiting for drunks to stumble out of the club and offer them a lift.

"Kurt!" He finally turned to see Blaine, a confused and hurt look on his face, he looked exactly like a kicked puppy; and Kurt felt a twinge of regret, knowing how much this must hurt to be rejected from him just like everyone else(including his father) rejected Blaine in his childhood.

"Kurt please! Just tell me what's wrong! I don't understand!"

"You know exactly what's wrong, Blaine. You knew all along didn't you?" Kurt laughed without humour and turned on the spot, taking a few strides and then stopping to see Blaine follow his every move. "How could I have been so stupid?" he said mostly to himself and made his way to the line of taxis.

"Kurt! Fucking hell, I don't understand what's going on here! I knew what? What the hell are you talking about?" Blaine's anger seemed to rise as Kurt continued to ignore his questions and continued storming towards the waiting cars.

"The funny thing is you do understand Blaine! You knew all along! And to lead me on like that, and say all those fucking stupidly perfect things and have me fall for you harder than I ever intended to, and then to have it all ripped away, that freaking hurts alright? And I had to find out from him!" Angry tears were spilling down Kurt's porcelain cheeks and that mere sight brought Blaine back to reality and a wave of guilt washed over him even though he had no idea what he was guilty for.

"Kurt please just wait! We can talk about this- whatever this is- we can, we- Oh fuck I don't know, Kurt! Just give me some sort of clue here?" Blaine panted, tears threatening to spill but he held them back by reflex, something he had learnt when he was younger from when his father would yell at him. Don't let anybody see you cry.

Blaine expected the continued angry shouts from Kurt, and all he could do was sit there and take it, with no actual clue as to what he had done to upset Kurt. He expected more tears, each one pulling tender strings at his heart, recoiling around it and stabbing like barbed wire, pain stabbed with each harsh accusation Kurt threw his way.

And the funny thing was, Blaine was used to the burn. Ever since childhood he had put up with arguments, his father would scream abuse at him every day and it would be much worse than this, they would be physical fights with sharp implements and harsh slaps of leather belts against his skin. But this, arguing with Kurt, that one man who seemingly meant more to him than anybody else right now, having this beautiful angel shout and scream at him; pushing away his embraces and rejecting him to the cold...that was something he couldn't take.

Blaine expected everything, he expected what he deserved, he knew he was at fault but had no idea as to why. But Blaine's father had taught him at a young age the simple answer he was looking for. His father's words drifted through his memory loud and clear; 'Everything is your fault Blaine, you just have to learn to accept it.'

Instead though, Blaine heard everything he didn't expect to hear, and he felt the instant unmistakeable torturing pain searing through him as soon as he did, he lifted his heavy gaze to Kurt who was half way inside a taxi, his fingers curled around the top of the door, eyes locked on Blaine with tears dribbling down his face, his eyes even more tragically blue yet red rimmed from crying; instead of shouting and screaming, Kurt stared straight at Blaine. Their eyes locked and Kurt whispered in a low and broken voice.

"You promised me you would never hurt me"

A/N: So I have been waiting to write this chapter since I first started the fic. Kurt met Wes. I admit, the ending wasn't quite what I planned it to be, but Kurt and Wes will meet again in the future under hopefully better circumstances.

Aaagh! I hope this turned out everything you hoped it to be! I'm apologising again for my laziness and stupid writers block which prevents me from updating sooner, it would annoy me to no end, so I can't imagine how I must frustrate you guys...BUT, on the up-side, I have a whole week off from school now for half term, so hopefully I'll be able to catch up a little on my fics...*fingers crossed*

Thanks for reading! Review if you feel like it...voice your opinions! Good or bad, I still find feedback helpful in any way shape or form.

Song at the start: Supernova by Mr. Hudson ft. Kanye West