I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I haven't felt inspired or had any ideas so I procrastinated. More will be posted soon if I have to kill myself in the process. I will not give up on this story. Thanks again to all of the wonderful readers, reviewers, and favorite-ers. You guys are all amazing. Hope this chapter isn't too much of crap. Updates soon. Happy reading.


.:I'm Not Gonna Teach Him… Chapter 8… Awkward:.

All three boys met in the living room and stared awkwardly before Kurt finally spoke up.

"Everyone ready to go?" He asked.

Emmet grabbed his hand and lead the way as Blaine just smiled. Kurt smiled back at Blaine and turned back to make sure he was okay. He was nervous for Blaine's sake, to say the least. Emily requested his presence which could only lead to an impossibly tense line of questioning. Cameron, he wasn't worried about, but Emily was a force to be reckoned with if she decided to hate you. Blaine eyed Kurt warily, but followed the two men hesitantly out of the door. Once downstairs Emmet kissed Kurt's cheek and went to his car as he and Blaine headed to Kurt's own car.

"I hope you're okay with coming to work. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but I would love it if you did come. " Kurt smiled.

"It would be an honor to see your work and meet your friends." Blaine smiled sincerely and Kurt stared at the man a few moments.

Emmet honked his horn and Kurt jumped, shaking his head of any thoughts as he started the car and followed his friend to work.

The ride was silent, but short, and before they knew it Kurt was leading Blaine into a huge brick building that looked abandoned and nothing special, but once inside it was opened and a beautiful auditorium. Emmet went to the left to get to the stage and Kurt lead Blaine to the right where they entered a hallway that looked almost like a school. They passed a few rooms where he saw people dancing, some singing, and one room with an orchestra. He was in awe of this amazing place that felt too much like heaven. Kurt smiled some more as he looked back to see Blaine's eyes lit up like stars.

"This is my room." Kurt made a right into the last door in the corridor.

Blaine looked around as Kurt set his bag down and grabbed two cups and the full coffee pot, pouring them each a cup.

"God bless your soul." Blaine said as he accepted a cup and cradled it.

Just as they both took their first sips Cameron walked in.

"Ah, Kurt, so good for you to join us." He opened his arms as he approached the brunette.

"You know I couldn't stay away from you too long." Kurt hugged him.

"And who is this cutie?" The director eyed.

"Cameron this is Blaine, Blaine my boss and director, Cameron."

"This is the Blaine?"

"Yes, Cameron, this is the Blaine." They laughed.

"Well, Blaine, make sure you keep this boy in line this morning." Cameron winked.

"I'll do my best, but there isn't much hope for him." Blaine answered, dapper as ever.

"Ooh. I like him." Cameron winked before exiting the room.

They laughed when the short man was out of sight as people started shuffling in the room.

"So, I'm the Blaine?" He grinned.

Kurt ignored him before diverting.

"Blaine, if you want you can sit here while I work, or I can call Emily and she can give you a tour, or you can just do whatever you want." Kurt nervously offered.

"I'm fine right here."

"Okay." Kurt turned from the man to his class, "Okay guys, this morning we're going to start learning the choreography from act 1, scenes 1-3. Places please." Kurt clapped as he went to the stereo and started the music, dancing, and teaching the steps as Blaine watched on in awe at this man he once loved, and still loves, if he was being honest.

After two hour or so of rehearsal Kurt gave the company ten minutes to break and stretch. He walked back to Blaine and sat with his against the mirrors.

"So, this is what you do?" Blaine asked.

"Yep. Never would have guessed, huh?" Kurt asked playfully.

"Honestly, no. I thought if not on the stage as a performer yourself you would teach voice or acting."

"Well, when I moved here no one really wanted to hire me without experience, and without NYADA, I was lost. I was working at a coffee shop when Emily walked in and caught me singing showtunes as I cleared the tables. She said she could tell I had something and offered me a meet with Cameron, but was very mysterious as to what the job was. I took the chance and when I got here I saw that it was broadway, and when he offered me a job as a choreographer I took it not caring."

Blaine smiled. And Kurt laid his head on his shoulder like old times.

"I'm glad you got close enough to your dreams to be happy." Blaine sighed.

"Yeah, I just wish I could find that one missing piece to the puzzle."

They sat silent as each boy took the words in. A bell rang and Kurt jumped.

"Ready to meet Emily?" Kurt asked.

"Will she kill me?"

"No, well, actually… I'm just kidding." Kurt laughed when Blaine paled.

"Come on."

They got up and followed the dancers out of the room, some leaving for the day and some heading to Emily's room for voice.

Kurt walked in and Emily screamed, running up to him and pulling the boy into a hug.

"Kurtie!"

"Emily!" He screamed back, "Emily, I brought someone at your request." Kurt pulled back.

"Ooh, ooh, where is he? Poor thing."

Kurt pulled from the hug and grabbed Emily's hand pulling her to Blaine who stood at the door.

"Emily, this is Blaine, Blaine this is my best friend, and the voice coach, Emily."

"Nice to meet you. I've heard some things about you." Blaine smiled.

"So dapper. Kurt, could I talk to you?" Emily asked, pulling him away.

Blaine smiled and turned to give them some privacy.

"This is the boy? This is Blaine who you decided to let leave? Oh my God, Kurt, if I had him I would never want to let him go." She looked away from Kurt back to Blaine who smiled at her politely.

"It something I regret. Don't remind me. And what happened to you shipping Emmet and I?" Kurt raised his eyebrow.

Emily stayed silent.

"Okay Ms. Cupid, I can see gears turning. Go teach some lines." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Emily winked and waved at Blaine, who returned it, and she went to the front of the room calling for attention.

"I usually sit in and watch her, and help if she needs an assistant." Kurt whispered as he and Blaine stood in the back of the room.

"This is awesome." Blaine replied.

They stood there and watched as Emily sang and the company repeated, sometimes pulling individuals up for their lines.

Before they knew it, three hours had passed and Emily called time for lunch.

"Come on guys. I'll treat." Emily passed.

"Emily, the food is free." Kurt laughed.

"Oh, shut up. It's just an expression." She threw her arms up.

"She's dramatic too." Kurt whispered as they followed behind.

"I heard that. What's life without dramatics?"

"Boring." Blaine answered.

"Looks like you have a smart one there Kurtie." Emily smiled.

VvV

All day Emmet has been watching Kurt. He wasn't jealous, but Blaine as his ex- and he couldn't help but notice the way the two looked, touched, interacted- it made jealously bubble up in Emmet like never before. He saw them in Kurt's dance studio, the way Blaine stared at Kurt's ass as he showed the company the steps, how Blaine's hand would subtly graze Kurt's hand as they walked. Emmet had to do something. He wasn't going to lose Kurt, and not to some jerk who let him go. That was his mistake and Emmet wasn't going to let him make it again as long as he was there.

VvV

"Where's Emmet?" Blaine asked as they grabbed some food and sat in the auditorium chairs watching the stage.

"He's in his acting class, I suppose." Kurt looked at his watch.

"Oh, he's pretty cool. You guys are cute together."

"Yeah, I don't know. He's fun, but it just doesn't feel right sometimes." Kurt shrugged.

"Well, I for one-"

"Emily." Kurt warned.

The woman shut up and took a bite of her sandwich. Her and Kurt amused Blaine, but he became curious as to what she was about to say.

They ate in silence as they watched the stage crew continue building the set. After half an hour Kurt excused himself.

"I need to talk to Cameron about some of the dancers. I'll be right back. Emmy, play nice."

"I'm always nice dear. Especially to handsome men like Blaine. Don't worry. I'll keep him company." She smiled mischievously.

"I'll be fine." Blaine said as he looked at Emily and smiled back just as mischievous.

"Oh God. You two should not be left alone together." He sighed as he walked away nervously towards the director.

Blaine watched him go and talk animatedly to Cameron, smiling like an idiot.

"You love him still don't you?"

Blaine jumped.

"What? No. I mean yes, I mean…" Blaine became tongue tied.

"It's okay. Kurt is an awesome guy, who wouldn't love him?"

"Emily, I'm not here to mess with him, or come between him and-"

"Shh. It's okay, Blaine. I'm on your side."

Blaine looked suspicious and dumbfounded trying to grasp this woman.

"I set him and Emmet up, but when he saw you he broke down and admitted everything about you to me. At first I hated you for just showing up, but I think your intentions are good, and I can tell you still have feelings for him."

"It's not fair." Blaine looked down to the floor. "It's not fair what I did to Kurt, suggesting we break up so we can follow our dreams separately without giving him a choice. Then I come back here out of the blue and it's like fate hates me dropping me on Kurt all of a sudden. He doesn't deserve this, and I don't deserve him." Tears threatened to fall. He looked up to see Kurt still talking, arms crossed this time, as he continued talking to Cameron.

"I know sweetie, but maybe fate doesn't hate you, but wanted to show you that you made a mistake and is giving you a chance to fix it. I know Kurt doesn't love Emmet, not like he loves you. I can tell you two are supposed to be together. Just let time play out and show Kurt that you're here to stay, that you love him like a friend, and see if I'm right, let fate bring you back together again." Emily winked before getting up and walking away.

Blaine wiped his eyes and felt a warm embrace envelope him. He relaxed into it.

"Was Emily nice to you?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. She's a sweetie." He frowned as Kurt's hands slid away. Kurt sat next to him and they were silent for a few minutes.

"Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"I just want to apologize… For what I did years ago. I shou-"

"Blaine. Not here. It's okay though. We'll talk later?"

"Okay."

They sat in silence once more, Blaine antsy and nervous as Emily's information whirled in his head.

Cameron got on stage and directed some of the actors up there.

"I have to get back to work. I only have a few more hours. Will you be okay right here?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Blaine nodded.

Kurt got up and headed onto the stage and was met with Emmet who hugged him and tried kissing him, but Kurt turned his cheek. Blaine smiled and hoped that Emily was right. He stilled loved Kurt for sure, and hoped Kurt still loved him. Either way, he was going to work for this man if it killed him. Blaine sighed as he slouched in his seat, suddenly overwhelmed with his own challenge.

"This should be full of dramatics." Blaine sighed to himself.

VvV

The stage was clearing and Blaine was alone in silence before he saw Kurt creeping from the backstage door to his seat.

"Come on before Emmet asked if he can come over." Kurt whispered as he and Blaine James Bond-ed it through the theater seats to the exit. They made it to the car and Kurt realized he was holding Blaine's hand and dropped it like it burned as his face blushed.

"It's okay." Blaine smiled.

"I'm sorry." Kurt looked down.

Blaine laughed as he got in the car and waited for Kurt who chuckled before getting in and starting the ignition, quickly pulling from the lot as he spotted Emmet.

"So, do you want to go and have coffee with me? I think we should talk." Kurt asked.

"I would love to." Blaine smiled back.

He shouldn't be so excited. This wasn't a date. Kurt was still with Emmet, and he still needed to get over Sebastian. He cringed as the name crept into his thoughts. Kurt pulled in front of a little diner café that Blaine recognized.

"I used to play here all of the time." Blaine smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah. When I first got engaged I would come and visit and play here for something to do while Seb worked." Blaine reminisced.

Kurt smiled. You always would perform, just to perform. That's what a true artist is."

They both exited the car and walked inside, grabbing a window seat.

"What would you like-"

"No, no, I'll buy." Blaine cut in.

"But I asked you." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"You asked and I'll pay." Blaine smiled as he pulled a chair out for Kurt.

"And before you say another word you'll have a grande nonfat mocha, I know."

Kurt smiled.

"You remember my coffee order?"

"Of course silly." Blaine skipped over to the counter and ordered him and Kurt some coffees, before joining the table once again.

"Your order my good sir."

"I miss hanging out with you. I almost forgot how much of a dork you are." Kurt played.

"I know you missed my dorkiness. Quite frankly I missed your wits… To being reunited in the greatest city." Blaine raised his cup.

"To us." Kurt tapped his against Blaine's as they laughed.

Silence flowed around their table, Neither knowing where to start. Blaine swallowed thickly and decided an apology was the best place to start.

"I'm sorry." Blaine opened hi mouth to say, but found the words weren't coming from him.

He looked up to see Kurt's eyes filled with remorse.

"Why are you sorry?" Blaine asked.

"Because I never told you the truth, and then I let you go. I'm not only sorry to you, but to myself as well." Kurt looked down.

"Kurt, you don't need to apologize. I do. It was my idea to break up, to go our separate ways. You should know I'm not the brightest." Blaine smiled.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and they looked into each other's eyes.

"Is it alright to say that I still love you?" Kurt asked.

"Only if I can confess the same." Blaine looked up into his deep blue eyes.

"Blaine. I love you, but what about-"

"I know. I love you too, but I think we should take it slow. You have Emmet, and I need to get over Seb, and we just need to be friends for now I think. But, be honest this time. What do you want?"

"I think that's good. Except for the Emmet part. He's nice, but I can't love him like he loves me. My heart belongs to someone else." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand.

"Is that so? I hope he's cute."

"Oh, he's more than cute." Kurt laughed.

They sat there, silent, looking into the other's eyes not needing to say anything else as time passed by. Smiles both graced there faces as they cherished the moment that felt like old times. Then Emmet walked in.

"Kurt?"

Kurt jumped and let go of Blaine's hand as he stared up to the person who asked his name.

"Hey Emmet." He closed his eyes.

"What are you guys up to?" He asked sarcastically as he stared Blaine down.

"Just having coffee Em-"

"Holding hands?" Emmet raised his voice.

Kurt shook at the fury in the man's eyes.

"We were just talking-"

"Look, Kurt, I'm not here to accuse, but we're dating and you can't just be in public holding someone else's hand-"

"Em-"

"And, look, Kurt. I love you."

Kurt was silent.

"Emmet, please, we need to talk."

"No, we don't Kurt. I understand your ex has come back into your life and your confused, but listen to me. You don't love him, you love me. It's okay, we'll work through this."

"Emmet, we're not boyfriends, we've been on a few dates and I don't love you. God, we only just met like a week ago." Kurt yelled.

Blaine sat there very uncomfortable looking back and forth through the exchange.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do, Emmet."

"I'm just going to go and let you cool off. I'll call you later so we can talk." Emmet sighed creepily as he kissed Kurt's cheek and walked away.

Kurt looked at Blaine confused and scared.

"What the hell?" Blaine asked.

"What just happened?"

"I don't even know."

"I believe you caught a crazy creeper." Blaine raised an eybrow in the direction The tall man retreated.

"Let's just go before he comes back to propose." Kurt stood up.

"Yeah, I don't want to see that, thank you."

Both boys laughed and Kurt caught Blaine's gaze.

"I'm glad we talked, Blaine."

"Yeah, me too." He smiled at the brunette as they walked out of the café.

Once back at Kurt's apartment, Blaine ordered some take out while Kurt showered and picked out a movie. He heard Kurt's phone vibrate like crazy and when he saw Emmet's number he shut it off and laid it in the kitchen for later before retreating to his room for some pajamas. He wanted Kurt to relax for now.

Once out of the shower and changed, Kurt entered the living room and saw the bags, pillows, and blankets on the floor. The table was littered with junk food, and when he looked up he saw the dining room table set out with some pizza, but Blaine was no where to be found.

"Blaine?" He called.

"I'll be out in a minute. Go ahead and sit down for dinner." Blaine called from his room.

Kurt smiled and sat down waiting for Blaine who came out in his own pajamas.

"We haven't had a sleepover in awhile. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all, but you know you're my guest Bl-"

"And this is the least I can do for you." He patted Kurt's shoulder before sitting across from him at the table.

They ate, and Blaine cleaned up after shooing Kurt to the living room and soon joined him on the floor as he pressed play and West Side Story began showing. They ate junk food like there was no tomorrow, laughed, and half way through the movie they were snuggled together reciting lines, and singing along. Two pieces fittting back together once again.