A/N: Hello guys! Thank you so much from all your reviews, I love reading them so keep 'em coming :) Okay first things first - before reading, there's couple things I need to say about this chapter so please read.

Firstly, I know this is mostly about Kurt and his POV, but the second I started writing this fic I knew I wanted to write at least one chapter from Blaine's POV too. Besides this chapter is about something really really important and at the same time very hard time to Blaine, so I needed to write this from his perspective for a change.

Secondly, I have to warn you that this chapter (SPOILER WARNING) is a little angsty and sad (sorry) but it all makes sense in the end. This was something I knew I had to write at some point in their story.

Thanks for sticking with me. I hope you guys enjoy a little different chapter than usual. Please don't be afraid to tell me your honest opinions. :)

I do not own the characters.

Warning: Angst / strong language

Blaine didn't tell his parents. He saw the awkward stares from his brother, the nods to tell something. He was pushing him to tell, but Blaine just couldn't. Kurt left after they were interrupted, telling it was okay. Even Blaine didn't want to him, seeing he was a bit upset from the interruption.

Blaine had dinner with his family, usually it wasn't uncomfortable even with his brother Cooper around but now it was definitely awkward. He knew his brother waited his reveal that didn't happen in the evening. Cooper even made too many references for coming out but Blaine didn't respond, just waited the dinner to be over. He tried avoiding his parents eyes at him and was glad they didn't get his brother's hints.

At that night Blaine send Kurt text.

Kurt's phone beeped when he was in his bed. He read it.

From B-Boy: Sorry about earlier, Kurt. Everything's fine, I hope you are too. But the dinner was way too awkward so glad you wasn't here. Also: I have a business meetings for the whole week. I hope that's fine, and we can still meet between them.

Kurt understood. He send him a reply

From Kurt: I'm okay, thanks. I get it. How 'bout this: we work hard on the week and meet on Friday, we can spend the weekend together until Sunday?

Great idea. Love you xx

Kurt smiled. This was working out. It was going great.

Blaine's went pass busily from another meeting to another. He met producers, business men, advertising managers, other singers and his agent. And his parents. At the Friday's meeting Blaine was waiting it to end. He couldn't wait to see Kurt.

Once it was over, after eight hours of boredom, Blaine went down the elevator and entered out the building. He had got out a bit earlier than he thought and he couldn't be happier. He could surprise Kurt because he didn't know Blaine was coming. He thought he got out in couple hours so. He picked out his phone to text Kurt, but almost stumbled across a woman in front of him.

"Oh, sorry, " The woman in a fine business dress and hair on a high ponytail apologized.

"No problem, hey, you're that music producer, aren't you?" Blaine recognizes her. "Santana, right?

"Yes, that's right. And what was your name again?" Santana jokes, Blaine laughing.

"I was just leaving.."

"Mind if I walk with you?" Santana asks politely.

"Not at all." They had been working together the whole week and she seemed nice. She walked beside Blaine on the street but now her so close Blaine put his phone back. They crossed the street, walked down the Central Park's lane.

"So, your Mom's been talking to me a lot" Santana breaks the ice.

"Oh?" Blaine raises his eyebrow. This never meant good.

"Yeah, it's so weird. The second she asked I was a musician producer she asked me if I wanted to go dates with her son. I mean it was weird since random lady asking me to go out with her son. Then she said it was you, but it was still weird." Santana explains. Blaine felt sweat on his back. God damnit, he knew it. He knew she wouldn't stop her crazy matchmaking thing even Blaine asked to.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Santana apologizes in a rush. Blaine had stopped at the street, taking deep breaths.

"It's fine. I should have known. What else did she tell you?"

"Your girlfriend trouble, pretty much. "

"What did you say to her?"

"Well," Santana takes a breath. "I told no, obviously. I hadn't even met you. But then after these five days working with you I have realized your mother might be right."

She was never right about anything.

"Oh, really?"

Blaine saw the way he looked at her. She was more friendlier. Her dark brown eyes eyed at his lips, her smile turning more.. flirting. Her head tilted, her brown pony tail tilting as well. Santana approached closer.

"Yes. I can change that if you like."

xxx

Kurt still felt little awkward now visiting his house so he was glad he didn't have to go to his today. He got text from Blaine earlier the day that it would go to five or over. So his day went fast too, when his work ended at three.

They planned on meeting at six at Kurt. He knew it wasn't probably anything special, probably a movie night or something, but even that was amazing with Blaine. There didn't need to be anything special. All he needed was his boyfriend.

Since there was over hour until Blaine would come, Kurt went for a run. He changed to his usual sportswear: a navy-blue tank top, black sportshorts up to his knee, sneakers. Kurt glimpsed an usual hat on his drawer in the entry. It was Blaine's old baseball cap that was jockey shaped. It was one of his many caps. He always forgot stuff in his apartment. Kurt bite his lip, his hand taking his cap. He walked to the mirror near his doorway and looked himself with his cap. Pretty good. Kurt put the cap backsided, so his front hair peeked out the cap's metal clasp.

xxx

Kurt usually run through the Central Park, since he loved the park and its nature. This time would be no difference. He was going to turn to one of its entries, but the boy stopped suddenly. Kurt knew that double-breasted dust, slim wool overcoat too well. He knew that back of head. The way he gelled his backhair. But he didn't know the woman who was holding his hand. The woman moved next to him, almost as she was dancing. Blaine muttered something to her. It made her smile more warmly, her hand moving to his coat's collar. Kurt's body shivered in gross.

"I can be your girlfriend, Blaine." Santana says seductively, biting her lipstick lips. She blinked her mascara flashes fluently.

"Santana, I don-" Blaine starts but is interrupted by her kiss. She puts her hand to his back, pulling the boy closer to her to deepen the kiss.

Kurt feels sick. There is a growl inside his stomach, because he was so disgusted. And hurt. He turns around, running back to his home, not looking back.

She was good kisser but didn't make him feel the way he felt when he kissed Kurt. Blaine felt her slimy tongue going inside his mouth. Blaine felt sick. He struggled out of her kiss, making a sickening grunt after pulling away. He was never felt so unpleasant and wanting to wash his mouth. When he looked at Santana, she was still smiling her flirtatious smile. As if she ignored Blaine's reaction after the kiss.

"You're sick."

"What?" Santana blinks her flashes innocently.

"I told you I'm not interested in you."

"You said that because you hadn't kissed me."

"You don't need to kiss someone to be sure. Besides I am disgusted by it. It was the most gross moment in my life."

Now she was offended.

"Take that back or the deal's off." Santana hisses coldly. It surprised him how fast she changed to, like a snap of fingers. Blaine knew the deal. She offered to make his third album, and Blaine had looked long time for different producer (that his parents and agent approved and was actually good) but when it came choosing between his career or love, there was no thinking.

"I'd never be with you." Blaine says darkly. Santana's face stays neutral, but her eyes show anger.

"The deal's off. I would have got you even more famous than you already are. Whatever, your loss." She murmurs rudely and turns her back to him, rolling her eyes as he walked away.

xxx

There was a knock at Kurt's door at half pass four. He hadn't changed his sport clothes or taken off the cap. He opened the door, seeing Blaine, well not really see him because he was holding a big bouquet in his arms. It was pink and white only carnations with their foliage, Kurt's favorite flower. Blaine's head tilted behind it cutely.

"Hey, handsome." Blaine grins.

"What are the flowers for?" Kurt asks as he is given the bouquet and walks to the kitchen to get a vase.

"Well, I just got a little earlier and walked by this flower shop. And then I caught up this, only seeing your favorite flowers and nothing else. I knew I had to get it for you. And I think they sort of present my love for you. " Blaine smiles cutely to his boyfriend.

"I see." Kurt says absently, coolly. Blaine glanced at Kurt, more especially his clothes. He never wore his sport outfit more than the time he was running. He always changed the clothes after a shower, never wearing them like this. Blaine saw his cap on his head that Kurt took off, dropping to the floor.

"How's your family?" Kurt tries to ask as casually as he can.

"They're fine. "

"And your brother?"

Blaine realized what he was doing. "He's fine." Kurt nods, but as soon as he put the flowers to the vase he didn't look at them anymore.

"Kurt.."

"Did you tell them?" Kurt asks going straight to the point. He couldn't wait him to tell it. Blaine knew exactly what he meant. Kurt saw the answer in his blunt eyes before he even told it to his boyfriend.

"No.." Blaine replies quietly, in ashamed, Kurt raising his eyebrows. His mind started to make a pattern: Blaine hadn't told his family he was gay. Blaine kissed some woman. But Kurt stopped his thoughts before they got too painful.

"I kind of thought you would. I mean, you had a whole week to do it."

"I know, but I can't when my brother's around. And I wasn't going to tell the very next week anyway. I need time."

"Then when can you?" Kurt voice sounded demanding, harsh. Blaine looked at him, seeming to be upset. He leaned to the kitchen table but made very sure not to touch the vase of flowers. Why was he so upset suddenly? He knew I'd tell when I was ready.

"When I'm ready, you know that, Kurt." Blaine replies like he always did. When I'm ready. Kurt nods absently, his words echoing, walking away to the living room. Blaine saw he was more upset than ever. He knew it too well, since it was a rare thing to see in Kurt.

"Kurt -"

"It's okay, whatever. We just keep hiding in your not so big closet, that's fine. But at least tell your family."

"Where's this coming from, Kurt?" Blaine asks confused, seeing his hurtful eyes. "Why you're suddenly all upset?"

"I saw you." Kurt says quietly, his voice broken.

"Saw me what?"

"With her. Today."

"Kurt, that was nothing! I don't even like her. She just jumped on me, and I pulled out the kiss. If you had seen that, you wouldn't be this upset. And you should know better that I would never cheat on you."

"So there's nothing going between you and her?

"No! For goodness' sake, Kurt, don't you trust me?" Blaine raised his voice.

"I do trust you."

"Well, it doesn't sound like you do. "

"What do you expect? You say you're gay, but then you're kissing girls. And you don't even come out to your family."

"Oh, it was one freaking kiss, Kurt. It means nothing to me. And, you know you're the only one. And I am gay. I will tell my parents. But there is something more for this, isn't there?"

Kurt looked down. Blaine waited. "Did you see how your brother looked at me when he saw us? He looked me like I was your random hook up or something, nothing serious."

Blaine walks closer, wanting to hold his hand but Kurt didn't let him. He takes a deep breath. He hated this fight already. "You know that isn't true."

"Well, that's what they're going to see me if you don't tell the truth. They think you have a phase, whatever. I don't want to be seen as that."

"Kurt, they know you're more than that when I come out."

"Yeah, 'when' seems to be the only word I hear these days. It would be nice to actually be with you instead of catching you making out with a girl. " Kurt says under his breath more harshly than he was supposed to. Blaine was frustrated how he kept talking about that one kiss like it was such a big deal. Blaine knew why he was angry. Kurt hated the way they had to hide, be aware of paparazzi's and cameras, because he wasn't hiding about it. Kurt was proud of who he was, he was done hiding. He didn't want to hide. Only Blaine.

He and Kurt had little argues and disagrees like every couple every now and then, but never a fight. Not like this. Not this big.

"I've told you I come out when I'm ready. My family isn't as accepting as yours." Blaine says. Kurt told about his family's friendly acceptance when he had come out, and of course Blaine was jealous of that, knowing his family wouldn't be so accepting.

"Do you remember that dinner with your Mom?" Kurt's voice tries to hide the hurt. "You said if you were serious about us, you'd tell your family. Are you?" His voice narrowed at the end. Blaine stared at him. "How can you even ask that?"

"You didn't answer, Blaine."

"Of course I am serious about us, Kurt! We've been dating over five months, I've given you the key to my house and we've both met each other's parents. You don't think that's any serious?"

"I'm just asking you to be honest with yourself. Honest with your family. " Kurt lowers his voice even Blaine was panting heavily from the fight.

"You always push me, Kurt!" Blaine didn't mention raising his voice this much, but he hated how Kurt thought he didn't care for him, and now pushing him coming out.

"Oh, this is the first time I ask it. I don't push you into anything, Blaine!" Kurt's voice is shouting now.

"You think it's hard for you? I get it, but sometimes you could think of me too, Kurt. It's not easy to walk with you, wanting to hold hands or kiss you thinking someone might see us!"

"That's exactly my point, Blaine!" Kurt shouts angrily his hands high. "I know how hard it is for us, believe me I know, but you could actually do something about it. If you're really saying we're serious. And you know, there are other people, famous people, who dare to be more open about themselves."

"Don't say that," Blaine says in a low sputter, his voice trembling, almost tearing seeing the way he spoke. "Don't you dare."

"Say what, Blaine? All I ask is not having to fear what happens if I want to hold hands of my boyfriend, not having to constantly look over my shoulder thinking if someone might see us. I want to be with someone who isn't afraid to kiss me, hold my hands or hug me in public!"

"Hey, that was one time, okay?"

"It doesn't matter! " Kurt yells. "What good does it make if we're always hiding? I don't want to hide, Blaine, especially when I'm proud who I am. I'm done hiding. I have the same rights as everyone, to walk beside my boyfriend on the streets. If you don't want that, I understand it. "

"I have my reputation to think, Kurt." Blaine says quickly. Kurt couldn't believe it, he sighs heavily, chucking nervously.

"Exactly," Kurt hisses now, more angrily and pissed off. Blaine hated to see him angry. He tried to think of a way calming him down, but he saw there was no way. "All you care about is your good reputation, right? That fans love your fake ego, the good-looking Blaine Anderson, not your music or yourself. You care more about your fame than - " Kurt's voice breaks, not being able to say that.

"It's more than that," Blaine says seriously as he was to tear up too seeing Kurt so hurt. "You should know, I turned down the producer of making my new album for you, Kurt. But I don't expect someone like you to understand." Blaine replies, coming too cruel than he thought.

"Someone like me?" Kurt sniffs, tears falling his cheeks. "Yeah, why would you care for an average boy like me, no talent, fame, looks or whatever - who doesn't have anything compared to you? I would totally ruin your reputation, I mean can you imagine if the media found the famous Blaine Anderson was dating a guy - so excuse me if I'm not some perfect, hypocrite tall blonde chick who only cares about you looks!" Kurt screams, upset, painfully, hurt from his words. He couldn't believe Blaine turned up like this. This fast, just when he thought they were good. But it was over.

"Kurt -"

"Go away, Blaine! Get out!"

"I-"

"Get out of my sight! I don't want to see you ever again!" Kurt yells mad and in rage, Blaine stepping back as his angered body close. Blaine left, leaving heartbroken Kurt alone in his apartment.

Blaine was in his house, in the living room. Blaine had been crying. He raged in his room for a while, shuffling his hair so it was all messy and stickier than before. Now he was calming on the couch. He tried to call Kurt, amount of times, but he didn't answer. Blaine tried to text him, send him twenty messages and more, without replies. Nothing. Blaine thought of going over him, but it was just three hours. Was he calmed down? Blaine didn't want him to leave him like this for the night. He wanted to apologize, because Kurt was right about everything. He always was. Blaine was too afraid for his reputation. He was afraid his parents reaction. How the society and media would see him. Label him.

He loved Kurt, from all of the bottom of his heart. But, Blaine thought. There was no but. He loved him. Nothing else mattered. He wanted to be with him. Blaine new he had to fix this fight with Kurt, no matter what. Blaine didn't want to lose him, the best thing that had happened to him. He didn't care about anything else.

In that moment Blaine wasn't afraid anymore.

"Have you seen this, Blaine?!" His mother calls, but Blaine stares at the living room table, where he had taken off one of his bracelets. Lisa came to the room with three newspapers and a magazine. She threw them to his lap, waking Blaine up from his thoughts how to get Kurt back. Blaine stares at the headlines: 'Pop star Blaine Anderson's brother: Puff for a brother', 'Cooper Anderson coming out about his brother's sexuality', 'Anderson's mysterious girl turning to be a guy?' and the last one was the most hilarious: 'Cooper Anderson, gaytastrophe: 'My brother likes guys'

Blaine threw them away, Lisa's intense gaze on her son. "Have you seen what they're talking about you? What has gone to your brother, Blaine? I know he had been drinking before that one interview – but this? It's absurd!" Lisa rages. Blaine didn't answer. He kind of had seen this coming. His whole life was a mess now.

"Blaine!" His mother yells when he doesn't say anything.

"Yeah, what?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes, I heard you."

"Well?" Lisa looks at the lazy Blaine, staring somewhere. His mother knew this wasn't that bad, she looked up on her son's fan sites where the fans argued about the leaked news aggressively. All of them said it wasn't true, none of them believed it. Blaine's brother was known for fake rumors.

"Blaine!" His father calls angrily, walking to the living room beside his mother. "You don't believe what a call I got from your agent! He said some LGBT community union leaders called him asking for you to join it!"

Blaine stared at his parents. The way said the whole thing made him upset. It didn't make Blaine's mood any better since he was upset ever since he left Kurt's apartment. His parents were disgusted by it, the very sound of it and how it looked on their son's name. How it would ruin everything. His reputation. His fame. His popularity. The only thing that they cared.

"You have to fix this, Blaine," Lisa demands. "I could arrange some interview with the media so they'll calm down, or be seen with a girl.."

Be seen with a girl. The words stuck in his head. "Fix what?" Blaine replies casually. Both of his parents eyes widen largely.

"It's not true, your brother just wants attention, so you have to fix it." His father demands harshly.

"Blaine, if you don't do anything, they will think you're - "

"I'm what, Mom?" Blaine says, standing up in front of them. This was it. The moment of truth. "You, Dad, the fans, no one or nothing will change who I am."

They looked at him like he wasn't their son, who was in front of them. Stunned and astonished. Their jaws dropped, that Cooper was right about him in the first place.

"How dare you say that. Do you have any idea what me and your father have done for you? What we have sacrificed for you? And you're going to throw everything away just like that!" Lisa yells. Blaine could NOT believe this. He was so done. So pissed. He knew this kind of reaction was to come, but deeply he wished for something else.

"I'm not throwing anything away, it's not like I'm quitting or anything."

"You might as well."

"Are you fucking serious?" Blaine raged.

"Hold your tongue, boy -"

"No, YOU shut up. You have no right to say that. I don't know what big deal this is! Why is everyone suddenly interested? I'm gay, so what. " His mother gulps. "Not like it's going to change my music or my career. I'll still be me, wanting to do tours and perform for fans. If some fans decide to dislike me because my sexuality which has nothing to do with my personality or music, then go ahead. I don't care. All I care is being who I am, being honest, being with someone I want to be. I know the media and everyone is going to make much bigger issue about it than it is. So, no. I am not going to do anything. I have no reason to. I am done hiding." Blaine breathed couple times, since talking without a pause. His mother was devastated and speechless. Kurt's proud words echoed in his mind.

"And please, don't give me that 'How did I raise a gay son' look because you didn't," Blaine says when he sees his mother's look. "You raised a son. I've always been like this. I've known it long time. But I guess I hide that part inside me when I got famous. I know I should have told it before, but I was afraid. I am not afraid anymore. "

Blaine takes another deep breath since all the ranting. He continued:"It is not your fault, instead, you should cherish it, be proud of it. I am. If... you want to be some stupid uneducated homophobic elder, be my guest. I don't care. Just imagine what happens to your career when they find out that you kicked me out and my own mother didn't support me. It is the worst imagined thing to cast out your son just because he's gay."

His mother stares at Blaine with empty eyes. All the emotions went through her but as hard it was to accept it, she could not smile yet there was some warmness the way she looked at him. Blaine felt his mouth drying from the ranting, but didn't move a muscle. He didn't even need to think, he didn't want to, when there was an empty space behind her where his father should stand. He faded away as soon as Blaine came out.

Lisa looks at her wrist, softly touching his bracelet he had given her exactly five years ago, her fingers touching every square's surface, what she always did whenever she was upset or stressed.

"I'm sorry, Blaine." She finally speaks, quiet as a whisper. Blaine tensed. He didn't know what she apologized for: her reaction, his father's quick leaving or something completely else. Or then there was the sad fact that she wouldn't accept him and leave just like his father.

"I need time.." Lisa adds, since Blaine stayed silent and still as a stone statue. Blaine wanted to say 'For what?' but left it unsaid, tried to think what his mother was going through. It was a lot to handle.

"..Okay." Blaine mutters, with sore throat. It was all he could say in this moment.

"I love you, Blaine, I really do. I.. need time to handle this, okay?"

What was there to handle?

"..Okay." Blaine repeats, like a robot.

Since Blaine didn't reach Kurt, he walked to his apartment the same day's night. He knew he had to set things up and apologize. He must knocked fifty times and waited two hours, but nothing. It was almost midnight. Blaine tried to call him again, but Kurt must have turned off his phone. Blaine didn't have his friend Sue's phone number. She was the only one he thought who might know where Kurt was. He ran out the house, knowing exactly where his work building was. He used to visit it all the time.

When he stepped to the building hallway, he spotted red haired girl who he recognized as Sue. She was putting flowers to a vase, but when she saw the boy running to him Sue turned away like she didn't want to see him.

"Oh, you." She spits the words out in disgust, walking away. Had Kurt talked about their fight? It was a silly question, of course they had. She was his best friend besides Blaine.

"How do you.. did Kurt talk about me?"

"Yeah. I expect it's you since you're the first guy running here with a dick look in his face." Sue slurs.

"Hey! I- I'm sorry, okay? I just need to find him. Can you tell me where he is?"

"Nope." Sue replies coldly, walking to the desk showing him a cold back. Blaine follows her.

"Please," Blaine begs. "I need to talk with him. He doesn't answer my calls or texts. I never meant to say those mean words, I never meant to hurt him. I just.. I don't want to lose something that's the best thing that happened to me."

Sue warmed a bit. "Wait.. do I know you from somewhere?" She asks, looking around. Blaine saw a poster of him behind her in the desk, but as Sue was to turn around, he grabbed her hand.

"Do you know where he is? Please. I can't get the hold of him."

".. Maybe."

"Tell me, please. I love him." Blaine confesses. He didn't usually say things to strangers or even acquaintances, but she was Kurt's closest friend. Sue smiles warmly and not looking him with hate anymore.

"You really love him?" Sue asks curiously, making sure. She saw his hurt, painful face. She saw how broken Blaine was just of his face. He was someone who wanted to apologize Kurt.

"Yes, I love him. I love him more than anything."

"He loves you too, I can see it," Sue tells kindly. She sighs. "All right, then. He told me he needed to have time alone at the stage, whatever. "

"Thank you, thank you – thank you!" Blaine thanks excited, shaking her hand and hugging her quickly that made her awkward.

"I didn't even tell where he was!"

"I know where he is, Sue, thank you, I owe you one!" Blaine shouts as he runs knowing exactly where to find him.

"Go get your man." Sue whispers under her smile, when he watches as Blaine rushed out the door with an eager smile on his face.

Kurt was in the familiar theater he used to spend all his days, on the stage he performed countless times. The set and props were there. The musical was still going. He could get to the theater to watch the show, he had the key. He had walked upon the stage, with no lights or spotlights on him. There was only the darkening light of the audience.

Blaine reached the theater in time. He sneaked in like the last time. This time he went wrong stairs up, though, finding himself at the grand circle of the seats. The upper seats, where you saw the stage down. There he spotted Kurt. He walked on the stage, stopping at the middle of it, singing:

"Hands touch.. eyes meet. Sudden silence, sudden heat. Hearts leap in a giddy whirl, he could be that boy.., but I'm not that boy.. " Kurt sings quietly to himself. Blaine stared at him, astonished. Blaine wanted run to the stage with open arms and hug him tightly, never letting go. But something made him froze, stare at him.

"Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of who you are

Don't remember that rush of joy..

He could be that boy, but I'm not that boy.." Blaine noticed how he changed the lyrics. In his singing was hurt, sadness but beauty too. Blaine was blown away, not knowing how he did that, sing so amazingly.

"Ev'ry so often we long to steal, to the land of what-might-have-been, but that doesn't soften the ache we feel, when the reality sets back in...

Blithe smile, lithe limb. She's who's winsome, she wins him. Gold hair with a gentle curl, that's the girl he chose. And Heaven knows.. I'm not that boy... " Kurt breathes deep, a tear falling on his cheeks. He looks at the empty stage with empty heart.

"Don't wish, don't start, wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

There's a girl I know, he loves her so.. I'm not... that boy..."

Kurt's beautifully hurt voice fades away, he wipes the tears he cried. Blaine cried too. Kurt doesn't feel alone. It's like there was someone watching over him. He hoped he'd be there watching him like the first time Blaine watched over him.

Kurt looks at the higher seats, but they're empty.

Blaine wasn't there.