Kurt looked around. Still nothing. He checked his phone for the time again and was disappointed to se it read half eight.

"I guess he still can't keep his promises…" he glanced over at the bar. Tonight was obviously a slow night for the club as the bartender looked bored and was staring at the drinks like he wanted to drink them himself.

Kurt sighed. "Fuck it." he murmured. He figured Blaine wasn't coming so he might as well enjoy himself while he's out.

He stalked towards the bar and asked for a shot of their strongest drink. He quickly decided to keep drinking. As if it'd make his problems wash away…


"Santana let me freaking go! I'm already late!" Blaine glanced at the clock again. It was eight twenty three. He wished Kurt wouldn't anything stupid in his absence.

"Really, Blaine? You can't go out looking like that!" Blaine looked down. He was wearing jeans and a button up shirt with a bow tie and suspenders. He thought he looked perfectly acceptable.

"What's wrong with it?" Blaine sighed.

"Well for starters, if anyone with a camera see's you, you're screwed. The bowtie makes me think of senior year. Seriously you wear them too much and the charm goes away after a while. And those with the strappy things, is like shouting super gay to the world."

"But I am gay?" Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany giggled from behind her.

"You can be gay and dress cool too. You could also lose the gel. You're trying to get Kurt back, not remind him of when you left him." Blaine stayed quiet at this. He just wanted to leave. He should left half an hour ago, but Santana had started ranting about what he should and shouldn't say, and now she was on his clothes. Blaine hoped this was the last thing she wanted to bitch about.

Suddenly he was being dragged down the hall and his head being shoved into the sink. Santana turned on the water and started washing out the gel. Blaine groaned but didn't fight her, just wanting to get this over with. After a few minutes he was dragged back up and water was running down his face.

Santana was smiling slyly and pulling at the bowtie. Once she off she stared at the suspenders, wondering how the hell to get them off. She finally pulled at front of them and let fling backwards, one of them hitting Blaine in face painfully.

"SANTANA YOU BITCH!" Blaine yelled as he covered his face with one hand and hit Santana with the other. Santana was laughing as Blaine went back to sink to splash more water on his face in hopes to cool the sting.

He looked up for the mirror, seeing he had a small cut on his cheek from the metal end of the suspender. Blaine rubbed his forehead in frustration but left it be. He turned back to Santana who was now trying to hide her giggles.

"Can I leave now?" she shut up then and pulled on a serious face.

"No."

"Why-" Blaine was being dragged again. This time to the hotels bedroom. Santana let go and started going through clothes. She picked out a black waistcoat and threw at him. He sighed before slipping his arms through it. He held out his arms as Santana assessed him. She nodded slowly.

"Can I got now?" Santana scowled but nodded. "Finally."

Blaine was running out of the hotel before she could change her mind. But he was unfortunate enough to get stopped just outside the lobby by a group of girls who looked excited.

"Oh my god, you're Blaine Anderson!"

Blaine pulled out a fake shocked face.

"No! I thought I was someone else!" he immediately regretted being sarcastic when the girls face fell. "I'm sorry. I'm just in a rush. I'll give you guys some autographs, okay? But I really gotta' go." he smiled sweetly and all the girls blushed.

He then ended up spending ten minutes with the girls because they refused to let him go. Asking for photos and other questions. He finally escaped and started running full pelt towards the night club. He was extremely late and he knew Kurt was going to mental.

But nothing could've prepared him for the scene he walked into at eight fifty.

He managed to get into the club, which seemed emptier than the last time he'd been there. He scanned the place, hoping Kurt was still there. He spotted him at the bar and his heart pounded even though the sight made him slightly sad. Kurt had a shot glass in hand, and looking as though he's flirting with everyone that walks past him.

Blaine grimaces. Knowing first hand Kurt was sort of a light weight and was probably drunk out of his mind.

He walked over and the minute he was in Kurt's line of vision, he knew being late was the worst thing he'd done since the break-up. Kurt's smile turned to a frown and he glared daggers. Blaine was about speak when Kurt started yelling.

"YOU ASSHOLE! WHY THE FUCK ARE LATE! BLAINE ANDERSON YOU FUCKING BITCH! I HATE YOU!" Kurt continued to ramble and people started to stare. Blaine knew he had to get Kurt out of there. He turned to the barman, who was staring at Kurt's yelling form in shock.

"Ho much does he owe?" the bartender sprouted out a high number and Blaine sighed before taking out the cash and shoving it into his hand. Then he grabbed Kurt and took out his phone, dragging him along and out the door where he continued to shout.

Blaine tried to ignore the harsh words sprouting from Kurt's mouth and called Santana.

"What now Blainey?"

"Santana I'm going to freaking kill you! Kurt is drunk out of his mind and just fucking listen!" he moved the phone away from his ear and knew Santana could hear Kurt's abusive language. He brought the phone back after a minute. "Tell me where he lives so I can take him home. And I swear to God, the next time I see you I will murder you for making me late."

"Ermm…" it took a minute but she finally told him where Kurt lives. He hung after saying one more time how he'd kill her, then grabbed Kurt and started pulling hi down the bustling streets of New York, listening to his loud, angry and hurtful words. People stopped and stared as they passed. Blaine noticed a photographers and could practically see the headlines for tomorrows papers and magazines now.

"BLAINE. YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE AND I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A FUCKING BUS! IT'S YOUR FAULT I'M LIKE THIS. YOU'RE FAULT I'M LONELY. I HATE MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Blaine willed himself not to cry as these words came out. He pushed Kurt through the doors to the apartment building and the people they passed here stared also.

He finally found Kurt apartment and waited while continued to shout violently as he fumbled with the lock. Kurt finally got the door open and stumbled through it. Blaine followed silently. Ignoring the now quieting slurs of Kurt. He followed him to the bedroom where Kurt started to shout again.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO FRICKEN MUCH! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME, BLAINE? WHY DI-"

"SHUT UP!" Blaine didn't want to shout at Kurt, but the words were hurtful and were really getting to him. "Go to sleep, Kurt. We'll talk in the morning. When you're sober."

"NO! I WANT TO TALK NOW!"

"Well I won't say anything while you're drunk!" Blaine walked from the bedroom and slammed the door shut. He closed his eyes, still forcing away the threatening tears. Kurt was right there behind that door. But he hated Blaine. He hated him. And Blaine was now losing hope of getting Kurt back at all.

Blaine fell asleep on the floor outside of Kurt's room and dreamt that Kurt truly hated him and he'd never get him back.


"Blaine…"

The voice was soft and feminine, which confused Blaine a little. He was 70% sure he fell asleep in Kurt's apartment, so why was girl speaking his name? why was he being shaken lightly by tiny hands?

He opened his eyes to see big brown ones staring right back at him. He jumped backwards but hit Kurt's bedroom door and fell back to the floor again.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Just wake you…" he sat up to stare at Rachel who was crouching on the floor also. He knew it was Tuesday so the first thing that entered his mind was what she was doing here instead of NYADA.

"What're you doing here?" he asked, attempting at rubbing his back to soothe the pain but failing miserably.

"Urm… I was going to NYADA and I stopped to buy a drink and saw this magazine…" she threw the item onto his lap, "And I had to see if Kurt was okay…"

Blaine looked down to see the cover that had a picture of him dragging along a drunk Kurt who was hitting him with his free hand. The caption clearly read: Blaine Anderson drags a drunken friend through the streets of New York.

Blaine groaned, not wanting to know what bullshit the media came up with, but decided he better find out before his manager gets a hold of him. So he flipped to page 7 where a hole two pages were dedicated to him and Kurt. He grudgingly began to read it:

Popstar Blaine Anderson was seen dragging a drunken guy down the streets of New York on Monday night. We don't know anything for sure, but judging by the other mans screams of hating Blaine and wishing he got hit by a bus and also, witnesses say they heard him ask why Blaine left him, and the man hitting Blaine effortlessly, we'd say Anderson wasn't exactly happy in that situation.

We suspect this to possibly be the ex love Anderson has mentioned in past interviews, obvious we have no name, but we might possibly have a visual now.

He was also seen with a small fresh cut on his left cheek. Where these two boys in a fight and unnamed one got abusive? Keep reading to to see what we think…

Blaine threw the magazine across the room in anger. Rachel stared at him silently. She spoke after the silence obviously started to bother her.

"What happened Blaine?"

"H-he… I was late by like… 50 minutes…" Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, hating himself, "And when I finally got there… he was drunk and… he started yelling… He hates me Rachel… he hates me…" Blaine felt a few stray tears fall down his cheeks and he started shaking.

"Blaine no. No he's just angry. Don't let Kurt's drunken words get to you… he doesn't mean them. He doesn't hate you Blaine. He hates that you left him, not you. You know, on Saturday when I came round here, he started having break down before he called you… he said that him and the… guy started to get… intimate," Blaine cringed, "but he said your name. Yours Blaine. Not that loser he used to help him." help him with what? Blaine thought. "And then he told me, while he didn't but he said something about why does he love you. But he never finished the sentence and burst out crying. He doesn't hate you Blaine. That's why you're here. Because he still loves you and he wants you to make an effort to get him back. That's why he said those words, you broke his heart again by showing up late."

Stupid Rachel being stupidly clever and making me feel even worse! Blaine thought. He opened his eyes to see Rachel now sitting cross legged on the floor, staring at him intently. He was about to say something when he heard a low groan from the room behind him. He bit his lip when he heard it, knowing the reason of Kurt having a painful hangover was his fault.

Rachel saw a flicker of pain or guilt in Blaine's face and stood. She grabbed the magazine off the floor and proceeded to go into Kurt's room. Touching Blaine's shoulder gently when she passed.

"Kurt?" they heard another groan in response. "Blaine go make coffee." she whispered so only Blaine could hear. He reluctantly got up to quietly make a coffee.

He saw the coffee machine on the side of the kitchen and knew immediately what he had to do. In his senior year he had perfected making these drinks just for Kurt and he thought maybe if he started with that, everything else would run just as smoothly.

Once completed, he quietly stood outside Kurt's door, listening to their hushed conversation. Honestly only to see if it was okay for him come in.

"Even if he was here I wouldn't know what to say…" Blaine's breath caught when he heard Kurt.

"Well think fast…" Blaine took this as his cue and opened Kurt's door quietly, not wanted to be loud for Kurt's sake. Kurt froze when he saw him. He was holding the magazine and Rachel had an arm around his waist. Blaine bit his lip before finding the courage to actually walk up to Kurt calmly. Sure he did so last night, but Kurt had been obviously drunk and Blaine doesn't know why, but he thinks that sober Kurt is more likely to reject him painfully.

He handed the non-fat mocha out, taking all he had to not do so shakily. Kurt didn't say anything as he placed the magazine on his bed and took the mug, but Blaine saw the small smile that flashed across his face as he saw what coffee it was. Blaine felt a small triumph inside himself, knowing he did something right.

The silence began to grow awkward as Blaine stood, kneeling slightly, in front of Kurt's bed. Rachel kept glancing between the two, expecting something. This was their first time being face to face, sober, in four years. But there was nothing. They just sat staring at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. Knowing this would go on for ages, Rachel spoke up.

"Blaine," his eyes flickered to her before swivelling back to Kurt's, "You said you wanted to tell Kurt something to his face." he nodded, still staying silent, still staring into Kurt's eyes.

"Well?" he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was completely lost for words when Kurt was right in front of him. Blaine waited but nothing came out.

"If you're not going to say anything… I think you should leave." Kurt's voice was small and quiet. He looked down, avoiding Blaine's gaze now. At these words, Blaine immediately placed a comforting hand on Kurt's knee, willing him to look back up. When he did, Blaine finally found his voice.

"Sorry. It's been four years and… I'm totally lost for words. Kurt… I still love you, and I never wanted to disappoint you. LA was part of my dream, you know that. We could've done that long-distance relationship thing, but… you ended it and…" Blaine shook his head a little, fighting back the tears of the memory, "I still love you, Kurt…"

"You never came back. You didn't fight for me. You didn't contact anyone. You say you love me, but… you actions say otherwise." Kurt was looking down again, a stray tear falling down his cheek.

"I wanted to. But… I was so afraid you'd reject me again," Blaine let the tears fall down freely now, "I was hurting so much, Kurt. I thought you finally realised you were too good for me. That you could find someone better. So I cut off any contact I had with everyone. Because… I would constantly be reminded how you don't love me anymore. And then, last night, even though were drunk… everything you said… it killed me to hear you say them. To hear you say you hated me," Blaine looked at floor, feeling ashamed, "I never thought you'd hate me for following my dreams…"

There was silence after that. After realising Kurt was going to make another remark, Blaine continued.

"And then… it made me think that maybe it really was you that leaked those pictures. I thought it was Mercedes because she suddenly seemed to hate everything about me. I don't think you did that, though. When you're angry, you sing about it. You wouldn't jeopardize my career like that." there was another silence where guilt started to seep through Kurt. He looked back at Blaine to see his tear streaked face.

"I don't sing anymore. I did leak those pictures." Blaine's head snapped up, and Kurt thought he saw a little anger flash in his hazel eyes.

"What?"

"I leaked them, Blaine."

And suddenly, everything was reversed. Blaine was no longer feeling the need to fight for Kurt. But Kurt realised he made a huge mistake and wanted to talk this out properly. But the anger was already taking over Blaine and he knew he'd fucked up big time.

"Why? Why the hell would you do that Kurt?" Kurt stayed silent, looking away from Blaine's angry eyes to hide his own guilt ridden ones.

"You could've ruined my career. I'm actually lucky that reception of me being gay went as well as it did. My label could've dropped me if it went badly. You know, you knew you could be bitchy at times Kurt, but I never thought you'd go as far as nearly tearing down someone's dream."

He stood making his way towards the door, but Kurt's voice stopped him.

"I was angry, Blaine. Mercedes told me you were blackmailed to come back to me. For a brief moment, I didn't want to believe it. But to me that made sense, so got angry. I posted them online, I never meant to put your career at risk. I didn't-"

"So you listened to Mercedes? I swear to God she's out to get me and will stop at nothing to tear me down. She wants me out of your life, well… if this is the way you're going to be about things," meaning, slightly bitchy, listening to someone who hates him, outing him to the world, jeopardizing his career. Kurt got all these plus more just from things. "Well I guess she got what she wanted."

And without another word he left, slamming all the doors behind him. Kurt stared at the closed door. Feeling the tears begin to pour and Rachel wrap her arms around him, but he didn't care about that.

He felt numb. Like, he should be feeling upset but he felt nothing. And shouldn't he be feeling guilty about that?

He let the tears pout and placed the untouched mocha on the bedside table. He curled up on his bed and cried harder. Rachel feeling useless at his side.

Wow. This is my longest chapter with 3,195 words, which shocks me because I struggle to reach 1,000... Haha.

Anyway. I need you guys to help me. I went through my iPod searching for a song I might include in the next chapter and I narrowed it down to three and would like you guys to review and also tell me which song you think it should be (also feel free to suggest others, obviously along the same lines) -

Happy Ending - Mika

Avril Lavigne - My Happy Ending (thing one I'm not so sure about)

Pixie Lott - Without You

Reasons why are being held a secret;) but also in the next chapter, Blaine confronts Mercedes.:D

I love you guys for actually reading this story. While my step sister is sitting here manipulating everything I do and asking me to turn them into werewolves…. (that will NOT be happening, I assure you.)