Author's Note:

Hi there! I have no idea how to write this one, so I shall do it as it comes to me. The old cliché, the story writes itself! But if you write, then you know that it's the truth, the story plays out in your mind like a film and you just narrate it, half the time my fingers are typing without my brain really telling them what to write. It probably doesn't help that I can basically touch type so my fingers can go anywhere without my consent. :D

As is the norm, (new way of saying as always), thank you to my beta alexagirl18. She is the best beta I have! (and the only one… :D)

Some of the characters are based on one's from CP Coulter's Dalton. There is also a reference to a small thing that you find out about Wes in Chapter 26. If you don't want to have it spoiled ever so slightly, then either don't read, or read Chapter 26 first! :D It is only a small reference that you may only understand if you have read the fic, so it's not a major worry. (I have a feeling that I just didn't make any sense.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not an ice skate.


"Blaine! Blaine! Please come back!" Kurt called in distress down the hall of their apartment block, tears stinging in his eyes.

Blaine turned around, and Kurt saw that he was crying.

"Blaine! Please!" Kurt pleaded quietly.

Blaine opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He raised a hand to his forehead and turned back down the hallway and stormed off.

Kurt dropped to his knees, bursting into tears.

What have I done? He thought, I've wrecked everything.


Blaine stopped outside their apartment block. He felt the cold rain on his face and he realised what he had just done.

I left Kurt. He thought. I've left Kurt. I walked out.

A huge part of him wanted to run back into the building and kiss and hug Kurt until he turned blue. However, a tiny part of him, his pride, wouldn't let him go back. So he carried on walking the street. Was I too rash? Did I over-exaggerate? He kept thinking. He wanted to reassure himself that what he did was ok; on the other hand he wanted to be able to go back to Kurt.

Without thinking, he hailed a cab and got in and gave the driver the address.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the number.

"Hey Wes, it's me." Blaine said, receiving a happy reply from one of his best friends.

"Yeah well, I-I-I've left." Blaine said unsurely, having only just come to terms with it himself.

"Left where?" Wes asked.

"Left Kurt."


Kurt had no idea what to do. He knew it was his fault, he knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words had left his mouth.

Why'd you do it, idiot?

He had no idea. It was a spur of the moment thing, they were arguing and when he said…that, the look on Blaine's face told him that he had hit hard below the belt. And he was instantly sorry. Blaine had calmly picked up his keys, wallet and phone and left the apartment. Kurt was so ashamed of himself.

And there he was, sobbing his heart out on the floor of the 5th floor hallway.


Blaine winced when he ended the call. His background was of Kurt and himself at Blaine's work's Christmas Fancy Dress Party. Blaine had gone as an elf, due to incessant teasing about his height and Kurt went as a gingerbread man. He had looked perfect.

The journey to Wes' seemed to take forever. Blaine thought over the events over and over in his head.

Kurt hadn't meant that. He kept telling himself. He would never say that. But, the fact of the matter was that Kurt had and Blaine had left.

Finally, he arrived at Wes' house. The taxi driver parked up and turned around to Blaine.

"Hope it gets better." He said, and then when Blaine had tried to pay, "Don't worry. I'm not going to make you pay whilst you're in this state."

Blaine thanked the driver and got out. He stood on the pavement for a few moments, just staring up at Wes' grand terraced house, thinking about what he was going to do. He walked through the small gate and up the steps to the front door. He knocked three times on the door.


"Kurt?"

Kurt looked up at the voice, hoping it was Blaine but knowing that it wasn't.

"Reed?" Kurt replied.

"Hi," Reed said, breathlessly.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, trying to dry his tears and stop sniffing. He was also trying to make it look like he was casually sat on the floor.

"Shane told me that Blaine had left." Reed explained and walked over to Kurt, kneeling down beside him.

"Shane?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know, but he got a text when we were having coffee and said that I should come and find you."

Kurt sniffed once more.

"Is it true?" Reed asked.

Kurt nodded.

"Oh Kurt!" Reed exclaimed, pulling his best friend upright into a tight hug. "What happened?"

Kurt just sobbed into Reed's shoulder.

"Come on then, let's get you inside." Reed said, trying to pull get to his feet.


"Blaine!" We said when he opened the door, enveloping his friend in a big hug. "Are you ok?"

"I've been better." Blaine replied.

"Blaine?"

"Shane?" Blaine asked, confused by his brother's possible presence.

"Blaine!" And Blaine was pulled into an even tighter hug by his brother.

When Blaine resurfaced, he saw more than three people in the hallway.

"God, Wes! How many people did you tell?" Blaine asked.

"Everyone who's important." Wes replied.

Blaine found himself getting passed around all of his close friends who had managed to get there in the twenty minutes between Blaine phoning and Blaine arriving.

Shane hugged Blaine again and then put him at arm's length to examine his brother. He had obviously been crying, even if Shane couldn't see the signs of tears on his face he would've known.

"Blaine," He said, deeply concerned. "What happened?"


Kurt was now lying on one of the long sofas in their (his?) living room. Reed was in the kitchen making Kurt some tea.

"Hey," He said into his phone, trying to put water into the kettle at the same time. "Is that Tina?"

"Yes, who's this?"

"It's Reed Van Kamp; I went to Dalton with Kurt. I think we met…" Reed trailed off.

"Oh yes, I remember."

"Kurt's…Kurt's well… he's very upset. I was wondering if you could come over? I need some help." Reed asked. "I've phoned Mercedes, but she's in Ohio, and you know him best."

"Uhuh, I'm in the elevator on my way up now." Tina said. "I'll be there in five minutes."

"Thank you." Reed said and put his phone down. He knew that Tina was one of Kurt's closest friends, and that she lived next door.

Reed carefully took the tea to Kurt, managing not to spill it. He figured that living with Shane had helped his clumsiness.

"Here, Kurt, drink this." He said and put the mug down on a side table.


Blaine fell into Shane, his resolve crumbling. He started to cry again. Shane held him close and tightly, whispering consoling words to his older brother.

Blaine was faintly aware of a beeping noise and then someone talking, but he didn't take it in.

"Wes?" Mike said and pulled Wes aside, whispering to him. "Tina's going to Kurt now, but she doesn't know why."

Wes nodded; he didn't want Blaine to hear because it would upset him further, even though Wes knew that Blaine wasn't listening.

"Thanks for telling me," Wes said

Shane nudged David, who was stood next to him and gestured for him to get Wes' attention for him. When David had subtly punched him, Wes turned to Shane, rubbing his arm.

"Reed is there too." Shane mouthed. Wes nodded again and was glad that Kurt wasn't alone. Yet, his mind was still full of concern for his best friend; he had never seen him like this. It made him wonder, and get angry inside, what the hell Kurt had done.


"Hello?" Tina said, entering her apartment, looking for any signs of Mike being home.

Nope; no Mike. She thought, just as she expected. He's probably with Blaine.

She had texted Mike to say where she was going in case he was expecting her home, but he had replied with 'Oj' which she suspected meant, 'Ok'.

Mike and Blaine had become unlikely, but good friends after they had left Ohio and moved to New York. Tina didn't expect him to be anywhere else but with Blaine, he was one of the most loyal people she knew, he would never not run to one of his friends' aid.

Tina threw her coat into an armchair, took off her heels and slipped into her slippers. She checked her appearance in the mirror and then checked her phone; she had had a text from Mike. She left her apartment and walked into Kurt's.

When Tina entered the apartment, she didn't announce her arrival; her mind was suddenly full of the look on Kurt's face. It was completely blank. She didn't bother speaking, there was no point. Kurt wouldn't hear her anyway.

"Kurt?" she said. She didn't get a reply. Kurt had gone past the point of crying now, but he looked like he was still in so much pain, he eyes were looking blankly at the ceiling. "Oh Kurt."

She knelt down on the floor next to him, stroking his hair, slowly releasing it from the hairspray.

Kurt came to a bit, and mumbled something unintelligible in reply. Tina turned her head and saw Reed sitting quietly on the other sofa.

"What happened?" She asked Reed quietly.

"I don't know, not exactly." Reed replied. "He said that he and Blaine had had an argument, and then Blaine left. Other than that, I have no idea."

Tina nodded. "Mike said that too." She added in a whisper, "He also said that Kurt said something that had hurt really badly."

"Mike?" Reed asked, he had heard the name before, but wasn't really sure who he was.

"My boyfriend." Tina answered. "He's with Blaine now."

"As is Shane…" Reed sighed.

Tina knew who Shane was, there were enough pictures of him in Kurt and Blaine's apartment, and Blaine often talked about him. She knew that Reed and Shane were linked somehow, but in which way she wasn't sure.

"Are you and Shane…?" She asked, unsure of how to phrase the question.

"Yep." Reed nodded smiling happily to himself. Then he remembered where he was and why they were there. He looked at Tina seriously.

"We need to sort this out."


At Wes' home, they were now all sat around the dining table, drinking various drinks and eating cookies that Wes' fiancée, Lucy, had made. Blaine took a bite of one. It didn't taste of much because he had been crying, but he knew one thing. They weren't as good as Kurt's. Kurt's. He sniffed and felt a warm hand on his back. He looked up to see eyes very similar to his own that were full of concern and sadness.

"You want to tell us what happened?" Shane asked him gently, Blaine gulped; he knew that he would have to tell them eventually.

"No, not really." He said. "But I don't want Wes to shoot me."

Wes smirked slightly, he would never shoot anyone, let alone a friend, but it was a running joke.

"We had an argument." Blaine stated. "I can't remember what about exactly, but it had something to do with children."

"Yeah?" Shane encouraged him to continue.

"We want them you see." Blaine said. "I think we were arguing about how to have one. And then Kurt said something."

"What did he say?" Evan asked, leaning across the table.

"I can't remember. But it hurt. So I left." Blaine swallowed the tears that were threatening to fall.

"But you seemed so happy this morning." Mike said confusedly. "I heard…stuff."

Blaine nodded. "We were happy."


Tina and Reed hadn't had as much luck as Wes and the others at getting any information just yet. Reed had managed to get hold of one of the Tweedles and ask him what had happened at Wes' place. Not much, it had turned out, but he was at least confident that Blaine would go back to Kurt. Reed was relieved, as long as that happened, it would all be fine.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Kurt was now speaking, albeit through tears.

"I've lost him." He was saying. "He was, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. And he's gone. Because of me."

Tina was holding him, stroking his hair and making noises of consolation, hoping that he wouldn't start crying again. "Hey, hey," She said. "He came to New York with you, for you. He loves you."

"He left, Tina." Kurt said. "He left."


"Blaine?" Lucy asked from the doorway of the room.

It had been silent for a while now; Blaine was just replaying what had happened over and over again in his mind. Many of the others had, during this time, sent short, quick, messages to their partners to tell them where they were. Ethan had sent a text to all of those at the table, bar Blaine, to tell him what Reed had said.

Blaine looked up at Lucy. "Yes?" he asked.

"Are you ready to go back?" She asked. "Not that I don't want you here, you are welcome for as long as you like. But it sounds like Kurt was just telling you what he thought. Yes, whatever it was, it was harsh, and most likely rude, and I would've probably walked out on Wes had he said that. But because you were arguing, it probably came out sharper and harsher than he meant it to. If it was in a different scenario, would you have walked out?" Blaine shook his head, considering what Lucy was saying, realising that it was the truth.

"He was probably just worried about you. He never meant to lose you." She said.

Blaine thought about this. He had never thought of it like this before. He knew what he had to do.


"Where's Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"He's with Wes and the others." Tina replied. She didn't really know Wes, but she knew who he was, and she knew Lucy.

"The others?" Kurt asked, he knew roughly who she meant, but wanted more clarification, to know that he was safe.

"Shane," Reed said. "Mike, David, Evan and Ethan and Dwight."

Kurt nodded. Dwight must be in town.

Kurt stood up abruptly, without initially realising why.

"Kurt?" Tina asked. "Is everything ok? Where are you going?"

"To put my coat on." He replied, he had wanted to do this from the moment that Blaine had left, but couldn't. Then he had heard Blaine's voice inside his head. Courage. He had to go.

"Why?" Reed asked hopefully.

"Because I am going to Wes'."


"Do you want some lunch?" Lucy asked, worrying that she had overstepped.

"No." Blaine said.

"Blaine, you have to eat." Shane said, he started rubbing his brother's back again.

"Not if I'm leaving." Blaine replied.

"Leaving where?" Dwight, who had been listening silently all of the time, asked, He was worried that he meant that he was leaving Kurt.

"Here." Blaine said, reaching for his scarf and putting it on.

"Where are you going?" Wes asked, now very confused.

"Home." He said simply, much to the relief of all of his friends. Shane smiled up at his brother.


"If you're going," Tina said. "Let me drive."

"I can drive." Kurt said, he was going, he didn't need anyone else there.

"Yes, I know. But you're in a bit of a state." She said, gesturing to him.

"Oh my god," Kurt said, looking in the mirror. "I look terrible."

Reed started to nod before Tina hit him.

Kurt walked to the bathroom. "There's no way he'll take me back like this." He said and walked off.

Reed and Tina sighed in unison.

"I was talking about his mental state." Tina said to Reed.


"I'll drive you." Mike said.

"It's fine, I'll get a cab." Blaine said.

"I'm giving you a lift." Mike said with unusual force and finality. "I have my car, I live next door to you and then I know that you are home and safe."

"I'm coming too." Shane said. Blaine gave his brother a look. "What? I want to see this through to the end, and you're my brother. Remember?"

"Sure it's got nothing to do with Reed being there?" Evan asked inappropriately, high fiving his brother subtly.

To everyone's surprise, Blaine smiled and raised a quizzical eyebrow at his brother. Shane blushed.

"Come on then." Mike said, grabbing his keys from the table.


Kurt had finished his skin care regime, fixed his hair and changed his clothes. Tina had got her coat and shoes from her apartment and Reed had his coat on. They were ready to go.

Kurt was pulling his coat on when there was a knock on the door. Kurt cursed under his breath at whoever was behind the door and preventing him from getting to Blaine. He opened it though, and gasped.

There, standing outside the door, was Blaine, flanked by Mike and Shane.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

Kurt just let the door swing open and stepped backwards to make room for Blaine.

Blaine, Mike and Shane stepped into the apartment. Mike hugged Tina and kissed her happily. Shane put his arm around Reed. Blaine and Kurt stared into each other's eyes, not sure of what to do, yet knowing what had to happen at the same time.

"Hello." Blaine said.

"Hi." Kurt replied.

"I'm sorry." They both said at the same time, before Blaine opened up his arms and Kurt fell into them. They were both relieved to be back with each other.

"Take me back. Please?" Kurt begged, speaking into Blaine's neck. Blaine kissed him passionately in reply.

Shane pressed a kiss into Reed's blond curls.

"We did good."


A/N: This one was sad, and I had to get them back together at the end. Please review! :D And tell me your thoughts about other Klaine song fics! :D Love DH :) x P.S. Misery (the original) has just started to play…appropriate for this chapter… :D