Wow. This chapter is ridiculously long, I honestly had no idea it would turn out this long. Anyway!

I hope this chapter makes up for SOME of the horrible stuff I caused in the last chapter! I'm curious to see who's on who's side now, that is if anybody chooses sides...:)

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When Blaine got home that night he shed his suit jacket and folded it carefully, placing it over the back of the couch. He stretched his hands over his head, then brought them down to rub his stinging eyes.

It was dark, but Blaine didn't bother turning on any lights. A dim glow was emitting from the window from the kitchen. Right across from Blaine's apartment building there was the windows of the neighboring apartments. If Blaine or his neighbors forgot to close the blinds or turn off the lights, they could see right into each others apartments.

Blaine peered through the window and saw the living room of someones apartment. It looked as if they were currently moving into that apartment, there were boxes everywhere, the walls were bare and an ugly beige color. From around a dividing wall a young woman appeared with a infant cradled in her arms, and Blaine briefly wonders if she's a single mother like Quinn.

But then a man also comes around the same wall the woman had, a box in his arms. He sets the box down on another stack and opens it, looking over his shoulder and saying something to the woman, making her laugh. She looks down at her baby and rocks it back and forth, then smiling and saying something at who Blaine now assumes is her husband.

Blaine starts to feel really creepy as the man stands up and puts his arms around his wife and child, giving the woman a chaste kiss.

He turns away from the window and opens the refrigerator, not really hungry but he figures he should eat a little something before he goes to bed.

Blaine surveys the contents, most of the shelves are full of left-over boxes from restaurants he had gone to with Kurt. They almost never finished their food, always choosing conversation or jokes over eating.

However most of the boxes were more than five days old, they hadn't gone out to eat in a while, or ever since their relationship had been on shaky ground. Blaine gathered all the boxes in his arms and threw them in the trash. The boxes, still heavy with food, crash loudly to the bottom, and Blaine looks away quickly when he noticed the design embedded on the soft, Styrofoam top.

There were flowers with stems twisted around the edges and in the middle a silly drawing of two stick figures holding hands with a heart between them. Blaine had drawn this on the box after Kurt allowed him to take the rest of Kurt's dinner home, which Blaine had liked more than Kurt had.

Blaine turned on his heel, slammed the fridge door shut and made his way to the bedroom, loosening his tie and feeling oddly calm. He plugged in his cell phone to the charger by his bed like he usually did and flopped down on his bed, closing his eyes.

He sighed as his entire body relaxed, and he kicked off his shoes and socks. The room was chilly but Blaine couldn't bring himself to get up and pull the sheets back and crawl under them, so he curled his legs to his chest as far as his dress pants would let him.

Blaine's thoughts drifted back to the people who just moved in across from him. Where did they come from? Why did they move here? Did they have to or did they just do it because they could? Maybe they wanted their child raised under the bright lights of the city, or maybe they were running away.

He wondered what it would be like to just pack up and leave. To run away from his problems. Like in that song, Boston. If he had a choice, Blaine would pack all his stuff in boxes and take a train to Boston. Start all over, forget that Sam and Kurt ever happened.

But he knew that would never happen, this was the first and only apartment that Blaine had ever lived in, New York was the only place he felt at home. And he couldn't leave Santana, Britney, his sister and his parents.

That and he wasn't brave enough to leave and start all over alone.

The faint sounds of the city reached Blaine. The loud, never-ending honks of taxi drivers, shouts from people below and the occasional police siren. He knew that if he left he would regret it. Blaine would miss the Chinese place right next to his apartment, with the nice, young, heavily accented girls who knew his order by heart, he would miss the walk back to his apartment, full of glittering lights from above and from stark-white stores filled with stylish clothes he couldn't afford.

It was far from glamorous, but it was home. And he was going to be damned if he let some guy ruin that for him. Like Santana told him, there are plenty of gay fish out in the deep sea of New York City.

Blaine reminded himself of the promise he made himself while walking home that day. That he was going to be tough, he wasn't going to mope around in bed and cry for days on end like when Sam left. Blaine was a big boy, and he could look after himself.

He closed his eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, but his mind was racing too much to rest.

His mind raced every which direction, starting and stopping at random memories, somehow all of them centered around Kurt. He thought of how last time Kurt was in his bedroom, they were making the bed, of all things. Kurt had insisted that Blaine put the baby-blue pillow cover on the left side of the bed, so when Kurt came over he would have the blue one, since it was his favorite color.

Even though his mind was urging him not to, Blaine turned to his side and spotted the blue pillow. It was cool and soft to the touch, filled with goose feathers. Or swan feathers, Blaine liked to think.

Blaine brought the pillow to his chest, cuddling it tightly. He willed the tears forming at the back of his eyes not to fall, but it was futile. The promises he had made himself earlier flew out the window, and Blaine told himself that it was okay, that he could cry because, damnit, he wanted to.

The tears came flowing quickly down his cheeks and into the pillow, the droplets staining the pillow a darker blue.

Blaine sobbed his heart out into the pillow, curling his legs even tighter up to his chest, then in a random spasm he sat up, rocking back in forth with the pillow still clutched in his arms.

Why doesn't Kurt like me? Why don't any guys like me? Blaine thought as he pushed himself off the bed and pressed his face into his knees, crying harder.

I was a good guy, I try to be nice to everybody, always treat everyone with respect, I did nice things! The blue pillow flew across the room and hit the wall with a dull thud.

Blaine sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands, then he laid himself back down on the bed. His blurred vision was focused on the empty bed next to him, the emptiness renewed the tears and Blaine let out a sob so painful his whole body shook.

All the sudden Blaine heard a knock on the wall, and for a crazy split-second Blaine thought someone was at the door. But then it sounded again, clearly coming from the apartment connected to his, warning him to be quiet.

Blaine laid back down on his back, his arms folded across his chest. There were still hot tears rolling slowly down his face, but he made an effort to keep quiet. There was no use in keeping up the entire building full of happy almost-asleep people just because his life sucked.

In an another attempt to sleep Blaine shut his eyes, but ended up opening them a couple of seconds later, staring at the ceiling.

Blaine pushed himself off the bed and padded over to where he had thrown the pillow and bent down to pick it up. He brought it back over to the bed and laid down, clutching the pillow to his heart.

OOOOOOOOOOO

Santana was woken up by someone warm climbing on top of her. When she groggily opened her eyes, she was treated to a delightful view down Britney's low cut sleeping shirt, but before she could even process was what going on, she felt her phone plop onto her stomach. It was vibrating loudly.

"'S Blaine," Britney said sleepily, laying back down and wrapping her arms back around Santana.

Sure enough, the vibrating phone's screen was flashing Blaine's name. Santana closed her eyes and snuggled back into Britney's arms before pressing the green button and taking Blaine's call.

"Hello?"

"Santana?"

"No, this is Santa Claus. Sugar, is this going to become a habit?"

Santana shut her eyes and tried to pretend that it wasn't six thirty in the morning and Blaine wasn't calling her for god-knows-what.

Blaine sniffled on the other line, "will you meet me at Central Park?"

Santana had been expecting Blaine to be squealing excitedly over the phone about how Kurt accepted his apologies and they were signing the marriage forms now, and this didn't sound good; Blaine only wanted to meet Santana at Central Park for an early morning walk when something went terribly wrong.

Santana carefully unwrapped Britney's long arms from her waist and tried to get herself out of bed without disturbing her girlfriend too much. She winced as her feet touched the cold, wood floor and quickly walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, hoisting herself up on the counter.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Just please meet me?" was Blaine's reply, complete with a pathetic whimper and more sniffles.

"Okay, I'll be there in twenty, meet me where you usually do."

"Yeah, bye."

Santana pressed the end button and hurried back to her bedroom to get dressed. She gently shook Britney awake, "Britney?"

Britney just whined and batted Santana's hand away. "What?"

"I'm going to meet Blaine at the park, then I'm going to work from there. Text me about lunch, kay?" Santana said, now running her hand over Britney's back in attempt to wake her up.

"Okay, I'll have a talk with Lord Tubbington, Mr. Unicorn..." Britney said seriously, then rolling over to her side while bringing the sheets tighter around her body.

Santana smiled gently and made her way to the dresser, pulling out a red dress. She quickly wrapped her hair up in a bun and grabbed her purse and her make-up bag, she could do that later.

On her way out, she wrote a note and left it on the pillow next to Britney's head, knowing that she would have no recollection of the conversation they had when she awoke. Although she would probably remember what Lord Tubbington told her.

Who the hell is Lord Tubbington? Santana mused to herself as she raced down the stairs of her apartment complex.

OOOOOOOOOO

When Santana turned around the corner she immediately spotted Blaine. He was standing in the middle of the deserted sidewalk, fiddling with his phone. He glanced up from his phone, swinging his head around wildly, obviously on a vigilant lookout for Santana. She had a feeling that Blaine had been here for awhile.

"Hey, sugar," Santana said, hooking her arm through Blaine's, "shall we?"

Once she was closer to Blaine she saw the red rims around Blaine's eyes, as well as his flushed cheeks. His hair was still damp from a shower and the curls were sticking to his forehead. Santana brought a hand up and tried to shoo the locks off his forehead, but they just bounced back.

Blaine just nodded and they crossed the street into Central Park.

The trees were green and full and there were plenty of bikers and runners out for an early morning work-out. Santana and Blaine kept to the right edge of the sidewalk to stay out of their way.

They walked in silence for a long time, both of them breathing in the fresh (for a city) air until Santana couldn't handle it any longer.

"As much as I enjoy this lovely green scenery, is there another reason you brought me out here before seven in the morning?"

Blaine nodded, "Kurt broke up with me."

"What?" Santana exclaimed, not sure she had heard right. Last thing she was aware of was Blaine's huge awakening or whatever, and he was going to apologize for Kurt for pining over Sam, his ex. He had been so excited, the night before last she and Britney had stayed on the phone late into the night as Blaine excitedly outlined his plans to take Kurt out.

"Well, actually," Blaine laughed humourlessly, "according to him we were never together."

Santana opened her mouth to tell him to to continue, but before she could Blaine launched into his story, not even pausing to breath.

"I was going to go to apologize to him, and he was like, with this guy, and whatever I know he was customers and whatever, and that's okay. But this guy was like super hot and he was like, touching Kurt and stuff and Kurt was like," Blaine sighed, squeezing Santana's arm as he talked with his hands.

"Well, first the guy was all up on Kurt, but then Kurt was like, being all flirty. And then after that, he got the guys number, and when I asked him about it he said.."

Blaine suddenly stopped talking, his voice catching in his throat. Santana casually surveyed their surroundings, watching joggers trot past them, waiting patiently for Blaine to find his words.

"He said that we were never together, and that he didn't want this fairy tale ending, and he just, he just made me feel so stupid."

"Blaine-"

"I know, I know, no one can make me feel stupid. But just the way he was looking at me, like I was some sort of joke, and he told me he slept with other guys-"

Santana stopped walking abruptly and Blaine, still attached at the arm with her, got swung around. Santana looked furious.

"He did what? That little-"

"And then he said that all he wanted from me was a lay and that I wasn't even that good."

Santana felt her blood boil with anger. What on earth gave that little asshole permission to do this to Blaine?

"He said I was sloppy," Blaine said, and looked down at his shoes miserably.

Even though she was so close to punching something that rhymed with the word shirt in the face, she suppressed her anger, knowing that she should save it when she confronted Kurt later that day. Santana brought Blaine into a hug, "you are not sloppy. Kurt had no right to say those things."

"But he did!" Blaine said suddenly, pushing Santana away, to her surprise. "There's obviously something wrong with me! No guy wants to be with me! There's a reason they all leave, Santana!"

He paused for a second, obvious tears welling up in his eyes and he looked at her hopelessly, "like, am I-am I unattractive? Or something?"

Santana just stood there in front of Blaine, astonished at what she was hearing coming out her best friends mouth. Everything Blaine was saying was making her want to punch Kurt even more, something she thought wasn't possible.

"No, sugar-"

"Am I that guy?"

Santana shook her head grabbing Blaine's hand, but he yanked it away, running it through his messy hair instead.

"Just say it Santana, you already have! I have no game. I'm stupid, I don't know how to be like, sexy or whatever, I'm just going to be alone for the rest of my life because no guy likes me! I can't even pick up the sleazy guys at the bar! And all of the ones who do stay with me always end up leaving me because I'm not good enough! Because I'm fucking sloppy!" Blaine yelled, his chest heaving.

Bikers whizzed past them, one of them dinged their little bike bell, probably because of Blaine's yelling. Santana briefly wondered how much trouble she would get in if she pushed the loser off his bike.

"Listen here, you are not sloppy. And you know what, who cares if you're not the smoothest guy in the world? You are attractive, sweet, and a genuinely good guy, and do you know how hard to it is to come across one of those? Very difficult."

Santana reached for Blaine's hand again, "Kurt is an asshole. And you got played, but whatever, it happens to the best of us. We're going to move on, and we're going to find the right man for you. You know who's going to end up alone? Kurt. That's who, because one, he's an inconsiderate bastard who can't keep it in his pants, and two," she brought her finger up to her chin and tapped it in thought, "well, actually reason one covered it all."

Blaine wiped the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes and laughed weakly.

"You are a wonderful person. And I don't know who told you that you weren't sexy, but they obviously need to get their eyes checked, because like I always say, if we were straight I would be all up on you." Santana smiled, and Blaine returned it shakily.

Santana looped her arm back through Blaine's and pulled him along their walk, tactfully ignoring the fact that Blaine kept wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Sorry for like, exploding on you five minutes ago." Blaine said sheepishly.

Santana leaned her head on Blaine's shoulder. "Whatever, forget about it." Then she smirked up at him, "and don't think I didn't notice your bad language and excessive use of the word like, mister."

Blaine blushed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Santana looked up at him thoughtfully, "you know, I haven't heard you cuss in years." Her head bobbed as Blaine shrugged, watching their steps match in rhythm. "Oh, whatever," he said playfully. Santana laughed and gave Blaine's arm a squeeze as they fell into companionable silence.

Pigeons landed from all directions in front of them, and Blaine was constantly slowing down to give them time to move. It was something Santana usually gave Blaine grief over, but she let it slide this time. Even when they almost came to a complete stop just because some stupid bird didn't understand that they were one step away from crushing them.

As for the cussing thing, Santana decided to let that go too. Usually she would tease Blaine mercilessly when he used curse words because it was just so strange to see dirty words come out of Blaine's mouth. He would always blush and look down at his lap as if he expected someone to scold him. It was the funniest and most endearing thing ever.

Blaine kept reaching the arm that wasn't looped with Santana's and brushing his fingertips along the small yellow flowers in the bushes planted all around the trail. When Blaine looked down, you could really see how long and thick his eyelashes were, how the dark hair and pink lips complemented his slightly tanned skin tone perfectly.

Blaine honestly was such a good guy, and Santana really didn't understand how guys could walk all over him and walk away without any feeling of remorse. Or well, enough remorse to either come back or end the relationship nicely. She just didn't get it.

The anger came back full force as she thought of Kurt saying those things to Blaine and how Kurt had cheated on him.

Needless to say, Santana was going to have some words with Kurt.

OOOOOOOOOO

Santana and Blaine parted ways as soon as they entered the building.

"You going to meet me for lunch?" Blaine asked, pulling on his jacket. Someone was a little over zealous with the air conditioning this morning.

"Yeah, Brit's coming too. We were thinking about that little Italian place?"

"Sound's good, text me when your ready." Blaine said, pulling her in for a tight hug that lasted longer than usual.

Santana watched as Blaine set off for the next floor. She felt a little guilty about not telling Blaine that she was totally going to chew Kurt out today, but she knew that Blaine would try to talk her out of it, so she figured it's best if he didn't know.

OOOOOOOOOO

Kurt handed the bag to the young lady, telling her to use the Sensual Mist eau de perfume carefully and watched her bounce happily away with her long hair swinging behind her.

The pounding headache that he had woken up with had only gotten worse over the course of the day as he spent more and more time sitting idly in the perfume department, smelling the horrible scent that was all the body mist's, cologne, and eau de perfume in the world all mixed together.

The fact that Kurt couldn't stop thinking about Blaine all day wasn't helping either. Every five minutes Kurt would hear someone that sounded like Blaine or see someone who had dark, curly hair and he would immediately turn his attention from what he was doing to that person, and each time Kurt was sorely disappointed when he discovered that it wasn't actually Blaine.

He was so used to seeing Blaine every hour of every day, and not seeing him felt like he had been taken off a severely addicting drug all at once. However, the one brief look that Kurt got of Blaine that morning only seemed to make things worse.

Kurt had been hiding behind large eyeshadow sample palette, feeling terribly pathetic. He knew that Blaine came in roughly about the same time every day, and he guessed that Blaine would avoid where Kurt was stationed, so Kurt put himself closer to the escalator so Blaine would have to pass him.

The plan had worked, and Kurt got a twenty second peek at Blaine as he made his way up the escalator, arm in arm with Santana.

Kurt had sighed as he noticed Blaine was wearing the suit Kurt liked the best, the dark navy one with the grey trim. When Blaine smiled at something Santana had said, Kurt was torn between feeling like a lovesick teenager at the sight of Blaine's smile and feeling horribly depressed, wondering if Blaine had really gotten over him that quick.

Tanya, Kurt's coworker, had shown up then and gave him the strangest look and asked him why he was hiding behind the eyeshadow. Kurt had muttered some lame excuse and hurried away back to where he was stationed, embarrassed that he was caught.

The clock seemed to move faster than usual today.

Quinn had not stopped by in the morning like she said she would. Not that Kurt was expecting her to, she was pretty furious with him and honestly, he would rather spend one lunch alone than have to put up with her glaring at him from across the table for an hour.

When the clock read eleven thirty, Kurt looked up at the sound of heels clicking loudly. He felt the blood drain from his face.

The last person he wanted to see was heading straight towards him.

Santana was positively storming his way, her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her mouth was set in a thin line, her eyes were dark and narrowed right at Kurt. He wondered to himself if it was too late to hide behind the shelves.

"Hey. Hummel!"

Too late.

In an attempt at seeming calm and not like he was about to piss his pants, Kurt turned to her and looked over her shoulder, knowing that if he looked into her eyes he would probably start crying in fear, "you can just leave. Quinn already bitched me out, save your breath." He turned around and started to walk away, hoping and praying that she would just give up and leave, but Santana would have none of that.

"Hey! Cocksucker!"

Kurt whipped around, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Santana, we are at work! You can't just-"

Santana just squinted her eyes and him and scoffed, "oh, excuse me," Santana mocked in a high-pitched tone of voice, and Kurt felt himself turn even more red.

"That slur was inappropriate and uncalled for," Kurt said, trying to sound confident as Santana's expression got darker. And her body language wasn't making Kurt feel any better too. She was standing with her hip cocked to the left and her arms crossed across her chest. She wasn't wearing any earrings.

"I think what's inappropriate and uncalled for was the way you treated my best friend like shit," Santana said angrily.

Kurt felt a pang of remorse run through his heart and all he wanted to do was go home and cry. And eat chocolate. With Blaine. And watch as many romantic comedies as Blaine wanted.

"Look, I told you. Quinn already bitched me out, you don't have to too." Kurt turned to go again, but before he got anywhere he felt a Santana grab his arm and her nails her digging into his arm and it hurt.

"Oh, but I do. So look here, slut. You have two choices. In the next ten seconds you can tell me why the fuck you cheated on Blaine and then why you said those things to him, or two," Santana leaned in closer to Kurt. So close that Kurt could see each individual hair on each of her immaculately plucked eyebrows.

"I cause a public disturbance so absolutely humiliating for you, you will wish you'd never been born."

Santana leaned back and recrossed her arm, "take your pick," she said simply, picking at her nails as if she had just asked him the time of day.

Obviously, Kurt chose the first one and jumped into his side of the story, or tried to.

"Uh," Kurt started, not sure how exactly to defend himself when he knew everything he said Santana would most likely jump over the counter and punch him in the face. Santana leaned her hip against the counter, "take your time. It's not like a have my best friend's heart to mend or anything." She said venomously.

"I just, when he said he didn't want me flirting with that guy it just reminded me of my past boyfriends, who uh, I didn't have a very healthy relationship with. It was-"

Santana held her hand up for Kurt to stop, "okay, you can stop right there. The pity card is not gonna work on me."

"It's not the pity card! That's the truth! I just," Kurt ran a hand through his hair agitatedly and struggled to find words. "I just, wanted to make him feel as badly as I did. When he said those things, I felt like I was back with those guys I had dated, who would just say those things and when you so much as look at another guy, it's not good, to put it lightly," Kurt let out a bitter laugh and continued. "So, when he said that I just let out all my anger on him. I said those things they had said to me and Blaine did nothing to stop me, so I guess I just kept going.."

Santana raised an eyebrow at Kurt, "so what I'm getting from this is that all that anger you had from your past relationships, you just let it out on Blaine because he did nothing to stop you? Are you a dumbass? Of course Blaine would do nothing to stop you! The guy cried when my pet bird died. It wasn't even his- anyway." Santana looked up at the ceiling and shook her head. When she tore her eyes away she latched them into Kurt's and said in a low voice. "You are so lucky that you are in a public place because I swear to god, if we weren't I would cut you."

Kurt's eyes widened in fear, knowing very much that every word that Santana was saying was most definitely true.

"So, you told Blaine that he was pathetic because you were mad at your exes, and he was just there for you to take your anger out on him. Once again I will point out how that did not help your side of the case in which I decide whether or not to cause you bodily harm. But that doesn't explain why you slept with other men, and call him sloppy."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

Santana scoffed, "you're sorry? The word sorry is not going to take back what you said! It's not going to make Blaine feel any better about himself! You know what, fine. Break up with him, stomp on his heart, whatever. But why did you say he was bad in bed? You," she poked Kurt's chest with her nail, "of all people should know how sensitive he is about that stuff!"

Kurt looked down and his own fingers and twisted them nervously. He desperately wanted to tell Santana that he didn't actually sleep with all those men he said he did. That was just a cruel, unplanned lie. It had just come out, and Kurt didn't know how to take it back once he said it. And the fact that it was a lie just made it seem worse.

"-so you break his heart and jackhammer it in the ground for good measure, call him sloppy, and then tell him you slept with other men. What the hell kind of man are-"

"I didn't sleep with any of those men." Kurt whispered, not looking up from his hands. Santana stopped mid-rant, looking at him like he was crazy.

"Come again? Not that you need any help with that," Santana said sarcastically, chuckling at her own joke.

Kurt decided to ignore that comment.

"I didn't sleep with any other men." Kurt spoke a little louder this time and closed his eyes.

"Okay, why would you lie about that?" Santana asked incredulously, wondering what could possibly go on in this kid's mind. Seriously.

Kurt shook his head and flailed his arms around maniacally, "I don't know! It's just once I started saying these awful things I just couldn't stop! I don't know! It just came out and I-I just said it, okay! But it's not true."

"Why?" Just, why?" Santana kept the anger out of her voice, because, just, what.

"I was jealous, okay!"

"Oh wha-"

Kurt seemed to burst at the seams, the words coming out and there was no stopped them."I was jealous of Sam! Blaine was always talking about Sam this, and Sam that! I was worried that he was going to leave me for Sam! It was going so good and I thought that I might be in- it was too good to be true- I just, god." Kurt slammed his elbows down on the counter and buried his face in his hands.

"I just, wanted to come out of this relationship okay. For once, I just wanted to be okay!" He exclaimed, pushing the hair that had fallen back off his face.

"But what about Blaine, Kurt. Did he look okay? Did you ever think of him?"

"Yes! I did, just," Kurt sighed. "No," he said weakly. "I didn't. And now I do. I have every second since I said those things, I just- when I said those things- I had, you know."

Santana waited with her eyebrows raised.

"I just wanted to break his heart before he could break mine."

"That's the most incredibly selfish thing I've ever-"

"I know!" Kurt yelled, "stop trying to guilt me! I know what I've done, okay! We all know that I have ruined the best relationship I've ever had in my life, and I would appreciate it if everyone would just stop rubbing it in! You're not the one who has no one left, okay! Just go home to your girlfriend, or go to lunch or go wherever just leave me alone!"

With that little outburst Kurt ran around the corner and around Santana, who was standing there dumbstruck. This was not the way she had pictured the conversation going.

OOOOOOOOOO

"Hey!"

Blaine and Britney were settled in a booth in the Italian restaurant they had decided on. Santana leaned down and pecked Britney's cheek before taking a seat next to her.

"Are you okay? You look a little weird," Britney asked, patting Santana's knee with her hand.

"Does this have something to do with why you were late meeting us for lunch?" Blaine asked, his eyes peering knowingly over the menu.

He didn't look mad, just curious. Santana knew that even if Blaine said he hadn't wanted her to talk to Kurt, but now that she had, he was going to need to know every single detail.

"I talked to Kurt." Santana said lightly, opening her menu and skimming over it. She ignored the way Blaine was still staring at her over his menu.

"What did he say?"

Santana smiled sadly and Blaine, "I don't think I can tell you." Blaine looked at her slightly puzzled but before he could say anything, Britney, who was somewhat oblivious to the tension between the two, said cheerfully, "Blaine was telling me about how he was going to talk to the manager about the office job!"

Blaine blushed and smiled sheepishly, "yeah, I think I need a change from that store. Finally move up, and I get benefits, so," he added. Britney clapped her hands excitedly and started chatting about all the things he could do once he got there.

"I'm proud of you," Santana said, nudging Blaine's foot with her toe under the table.

OOOOOOOOOO

Kurt sat alone at some bistro. They had seated him on the sidewalk like he had asked, hoping that maybe Blaine would walk by him and Kurt would see him.

A few men tried to catch Kurt's eye, but Kurt kept his sight firmly on his lunch. Only when he was finished did he allow himself to lounge back in his chair and take a look at the people on the street and in the restaurant.

The number of attractive guys seemed to have shrunk ever since he had been with Blaine. He remembered when he could have picked up the entire gay population. He used to go to bars and sit on a stool, waiting for men to come to him and buy him drinks. Kurt would get free drinks all night, and in the end he would sleep with whoever his heart desired.

Now the thought of having sex with anyone other than Blaine just made him feel sick. Sometime in the past sleeping with random men was the best deal ever, Kurt had been in love with the no-strings-attached deal. For some strange reason he had thought that that's what made him happy, that he could survive on one-night stands.

But ever since he had woken up in Blaine's arms after a night of, well, sleeping, he knew that nothing else besides that wonderful feeling would satisfy him.

To Kurt's luck, a man with dark wavy hair sat himself down in the table right in front of Kurt, Kurt quickly brought out his wallet and slapped a twenty down on the table, wanting to get the hell out of there.

Kurt passed the man as he was leaving, and Kurt noticed he was all wrong. He had Blaine's dark hair, but he didn't have the somewhat bushy eyebrows and his eyes were blue. Kurt felt annoyed when the man smiled at his companion.

The man's smile was not Blaine's. He didn't have that wide goofy grin and his eyes didn't crinkle up adorably like Blaine's did.

Kurt shoved his hands into his pockets sadly. He might as well stop by the animal shelter and pick up the twenty-zillion cats now. I'm never going to find another Blaine.

A/N: So did anyone switch teams yet? ;) Did everyone like the little fun fact Kurt shared with Santana? I know I liked it ;) Let me know in a review, I'm curious to what you guys think!