TMWYK

A/N: I finally made myself finish this chapter. I started strong a few days ago but then you know, if I'm not feeling it I hate forcing it. If I'm bored writing something, I really don't want to post it. But I tried to ignore the outside world and finish this for you all. I ended up giving in anyway but at least the chapter is done.

I totally made this up as I went along though so if it isn't very good don't say I didn't warn you. Sorry for mistakes. Thank you for reviewing. I own nothing.

Chapter 10

The television was on but at a low volume. Some coffee commercial was playing. Blaine sat back on the couch with his injured hand lying across his body. He ignored his friend to the left of him and stared at the screen. With a blank mind, he watched the different images appear on the television and tried not to think. At all. Thinking always reminded him that he was Blaine Anderson; a dumb kid without a future. No one to love. No one to love him back. It also reminded him of the shitty predicament he found himself in, and that was probably what Blaine wanted to forget the most.

The question now was could Blaine blame anyone but himself? Sure, Mr. Hummel would say he had part in this, but Blaine knew he was the one to initiate it all. He was the one that pursued him. It was Blaine that pushed for sexual advice about some guy that didn't even exist, and it was him that kissed his teacher. It was him that begged Kurt to stay over and him that would never take no for answer. Mr. Hummel always explained the risks, and Blaine always ignored it. He honestly didn't think it would matter, but now with someone finding out, it mattered.

And of course, now Kurt wanted nothing to do with him.

Worst of all, it was all over some stupid argument. Over a stupid debt.

"Are you sure you're okay, B?"

Blaine sighed at the question from Nick, sitting up on the sofa a bit. He could feel his best friend's eyes on him but decided to ignore them. He answered simply while waiting for the meds he took to kick in. "I'm good, Nick. It isn't so bad."

Nick looked back to the television, shaking his head at the horrible job his boyfriend did on wrapping up Blaine's bloody hand. "It looks very bad."

"Well it's not."

They resumed staring at the TV as whatever show was on came back on. Nick didn't seem to be finished with the conversation and Blaine exhaled hard because of it.

"I just wish you'd say what happened, B."

"Nothing happened. Everything is cool."

With the words of denial, Nick stood up. Blaine continued not to give him any eye contact which proved to the brunette that everything wasn't okay, no matter how much his friend tried to convince the both of them that it was. "I'm gonna get out of here and get ready for Justin's party."

Blaine nodded, slouching against the couch again. His phone vibrated, and with his good hand, he reached in the pocket of his jeans. "I'll see you there, then."

Where are you? –Cooper

"You'll see me there?" Nick asked with a quirky smile. "Dude, I think you should be trying to see a doctor before going to any party."

Blaine smiled. "Like I said, Nick, I'll see you there."

His friend shook his head and grabbed for his jacket. "Later, Blaine."

Blaine began to type a reply with one hand as he nodded to Nick. "Ok bro."

I'm at home. –Blaine

As the door slammed shut, Blaine huffed and sat up. He grabbed the television remote off the coffee table and clicked the off button. The quiet was so much more distracting than anything, but to be honest, nothing would be able to get the thoughts that were swimming through the 18 year old's mind to stop swimming through his mind. He acknowledged the fact that his life was shit before settling back against the seat.

But maybe he could try and call Kurt one more time. This was his mess too.

Ignoring Cooper's incoming text message, Blaine went to his call history and decided to try the teacher's number again. Before holding the phone to his ear, he reminded himself not to get his hopes up. It was necessary because after 2 and a half rings, the phone went to voicemail.

He's obviously pressing ignore, Blaine thought to himself.

I thought you were staying here until mom and dad get back, squirt? Everything ok- Cooper

Blaine replied quickly before his older brother showed up. There was no doubt that he'd see his younger brother's hand and immediately call their parents.

There's a party tonight so I'm going with Nick and Jeff. I'll be in late. –Blaine

Oh. So you'll be going to this party and trying to get over the guy we were talking about, I presume? Gonna do something you'll probably regret? –Cooper

Blaine smirked at that. It was a possibility with how shitty he felt right now. Why not go and get some college guy to give him head? Lord knows there were a few who wanted to. And it wasn't exactly like Blaine was saving himself for anyone special anymore. The special guy wanted nothing to do with him apparently.

Probably. –Blaine

It was a few minutes before he got a response, and it was typical Cooper. But it did feel good having someone who cared.

Be careful, B. –Cooper

Though he didn't reply, he made note of the message. Blaine knew he did dumb shit from time to time, but he wasn't going to be that guy tonight. Maybe a drink or two to help ease the pain; physical and emotional. But nothing else.

Well maybe something.

First, he'd need to tell Kurt to get off his high horse and deal with him. Sure, they were over, but they still had a lot to deal with together.

Blaine dialed his number again and his call was ignored even quicker this time. He rolled his eyes because yes, he was obviously the immature one between the two of them. When Kurt's voice came on saying to leave a message, Blaine decided he would.

….

"I know you're angry and I know that we aren't on speaking terms Kurt, but this has nothing to do with whatever you think I want from you. I wouldn't be reaching out to you if I absolutely didn't have to right now, trust me. Just… call me back. It's important."

Kurt listened to the message a couple times. He honestly did think about calling the student back, but all the past times he trusted Blaine suddenly sprung up in his memory. All of those times pretty much ended up with him disappointed, so he saw no point in letting himself go down that route again. Not when he could avoid it.

He put the cell phone in his pocket and headed into the living room. In hand was a glass of wine (his second) to help him unwind from the long, stressful week. As he sat on the sofa, Kurt didn't even bother putting the television on just yet. He instead kicked his feet up, something that was a bit uncharacteristic of him to do on his expensive European coffee table, but he deserved this much.

He thought about it all. He thought about the fight with Blaine, who he was struggling to keep out of his mind. He thought about how Sebastian texted him an hour ago, eager to know if they were on for the next night. He smiled at that. The man just wouldn't take 'let's be friends' for an answer. Maybe he'd be worth it. Maybe. But then Kurt found himself thinking about a certain smile, and a pair of hazel eyes, and strong arms painted with tattoos that were attached to strong hands that knew just where to touch him; inexperienced or not. He thought about the way Blaine moaned with pleasure every time he showed him something new, and the way his body would shake when he kissed him in that special spot. Everything from his laugh, to how much he'd changed since they first met… it all crossed Kurt's mind.

And it would hurt so much to let him go.

But it had to be done.

Kurt closed his eyes as he took a sip. His mind continued to reel. Thoughts about whether or not Blaine would be okay when Kurt left for New York (because ultimately Kurt knew he'd be leaving for New York) were what he thought about. Blaine had the potential to be great, and he could be an amazing boyfriend to one of those good boys who had a thing for the bad asses… much like he was back then. Blaine could grow to be the 'man' he always said he was. He knew it. There was college, like they discussed. And if he wanted to, there were billions of other places to branch out to. And there'd be a time and a place to experience his first time with someone so much better than himself, he thought.

It'd all be alright.

As Kurt put his glass down, he looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath. In a few minutes, he'd have a Skype meeting with none other than Rachel Berry, and it'd take a bunch of deep breaths to prepare himself for that. No matter how much he teased her, Kurt couldn't wait to be in the city streets with his best friend again. And doing what they both knew they always would, at that.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kurt was startled at the loud noise of what he assumed to be someone kicking his door down. He quickly stood to his feet and approached, though hesitantly.

"Who is it?"

Whoever it was didn't answer. Kurt stopped in his tracks. He knew the building he lived in was safe but this seemed suspicious.

Bang! Bang!

"Who IS it?"

"Open the door, Kurt."

And that was unmistakably Blaine's voice. Kurt got chills because of it, (fuck) though he shook his head no. He wasn't falling for any of this again. No more on again, off again relationship with his student.

"Blaine. We are not doing this. Go home."

He heard a scoff on the other side of the door and then Blaine seemingly placed his head against it from the thump that sounded. "I'm not sure what you think this is that I'm trying to do, but you might what to open up. This is important, and it has to do with your job. You might want to listen."

At the words, Kurt froze. It had to do with his job? What did Blaine mean by that? And most importantly, was the teen even telling the truth?

He shook his head as he moved closer to the door. "Blaine…"

"I would not be here bothering you, Mr. H. Not for bullshit."

Kurt sighed, leaving the chain on the door before slowly opening it. He pulled it back the few inches the chain allowed and tried not to melt when his eyes landed on Blaine. He still did that to him. "What is this about—What happened to your hand?"

Blaine looked down at the bandages and rolled his eyes. "Nothing. We need to—"

"Blaine, that doesn't look good…"

"It isn't exactly your job to care anymore, Mr. H." Blaine put his hand beside him, trying not to wince at the pain. Kurt watched his face carefully, seeing just how much discomfort he was caused. "Listen, I need to come in and we need to talk."

Kurt looked as if he'd been about to consider it but shook his head no, looking off into his apartment. It didn't seem like a good idea. "I don't feel like dealing with any of this… immature back and forth tonight, Blaine. Not tonight. Just… go home."

Blaine nodded with a slightly defeated albeit hurt smirk. He looked through the long, luxurious halls of Kurt's building and nodded, ignoring the rapid beating of his heart when he heard the man's voice. Obviously no matter what he's saying or how much it hurt, my heart still goes fucking crazy when he speaks. "Well then, I guess it was nice having you teach at McKinley, Mr. Hummel. Enjoy your weekend and your life. And Smythe if he makes it in there. I'm leaving."

Before Blaine could fully turn to leave, the door closed. The chain was moved and Kurt pulled it back open, looking down at his student. Blaine's sweater was wet from the light rain outside and he looked completely disheveled; crazy hair, red eyes, laces undone… he looked tired. Kurt caught sight of the beat up left hand and felt his heart break. But then he couldn't let himself go there. He'd been addicted to trouble and it looked like he was just in trouble again.

What was new?

He shook his head of his thoughts and tried to remain as neutral and as unaffected as he possibly could. Blaine's eyes were off somewhere in the opposite direction as he replied to the teen.

"So I refuse to let you in and you decide that you're going to tell? That's great, Blaine." the boy smirked, finally giving Kurt his full attention, and the man licked his lips before continuing, "You don't even have to say anything. I'll let Principal White know myself—"

"You think I'd tell, Kurt? After everything we've been through? You really think that low of me? That the two of us were just some game to me?"

Blaine's voice grew louder with each question and Kurt shook his head, not worrying about his neighbors right now. "What do you expect me to believe, Blaine? With the way things played out…"

"How did it play out? Did we sleep together and did I walk away from you? Because I don't remember that happening—"

"We are not discussing this in my hallway, Blaine. We," he shook his head and laughed in disbelief, "We're not discussing this at all."

Blaine nodded. He shouldn't have let himself get to this point. This wasn't what he wanted to talk about anyway. There was so much more at stake. "Either you invite me in and I tell you what this is about, or I walk back home and like the adult you pride yourself on being," he spat, "you agree to answer your phone." Kurt stared back at him blankly, though a hint of hurt shone through. Blaine continued, "Either way, like you brought up, this isn't something I'd want your neighbors overhearing."

The elder stayed quiet, and Blaine could tell there were some trust issues going through his head. He looked away and took a quick breath, trying to calm himself down. "And I am not trying to get back together or earn your love or any of that other shit."

Kurt turned back to his apartment's door and pushed it open. "Come inside."

Blaine watched him walk in first before following, a sigh on his lips. Holding his injured hand against his body, he stepped inside. Kurt let him go past as his phone began to ring, and he knew it was Rachel because he was late for their Skype date, so he chose to ignore it. She'd be around later. Locking the door, he stepped inside as well and walked over to the sofa.

Blaine stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do. There were memories pretty much everywhere he looked—that sofa was the same one they kissed on while pretending to watch a movie, and the kitchen was the same one he tried to cook something for Kurt one evening. It didn't end well, but of course Kurt didn't mind. And the bedroom… there was a lot that happened in there. They laughed, they fought, they kissed, and so much more. He didn't want to remember any of it.

But at the same time, he sure as hell didn't want to forget it.

"Are you thirsty?"

Kurt sat on the edge of his couch and looked up at the awkward teen; first his hand and then the gorgeous face. He shook his head as he awaited an answer.

"There's no need to act like you like me." Blaine said with a smirk. Kurt rolled his eyes.

Here we go. "I'm being hospitable because I invited you into my home. Whether or not we get along doesn't matter. Are you thirsty or not?"

Blaine looked over to the blank television and shook his head. "No thanks."

After a few moments of silence, Blaine looked back over to his teacher. It wasn't shocking that the man was staring at the butch bandage job Jeff did; a blood stained wrap over his left hand. He knew he'd end up answering this eventually so he just went ahead now.

"I got angry earlier and hit something."

Kurt looked into his eyes and Blaine couldn't do anything but stare back. The elder broke eye contact, looking back at his hand again. "Did you clean it? It looks like there may be a lot of cuts."

Blaine nodded. "Jeff took care of it for me."

That garnered a look of disappointment and Blaine shrugged. "I may as well tell you why I'm here."

Kurt stood up. "You can do so while I rewrap your hand."

"I don't need you to take care of me."

"Go sit in the kitchen." Kurt walked off into his bathroom. "I'll be right out."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt."

The man kept walking.

Blaine shook his head as he walked towards the kitchen. He took a seat on a stool at the kitchen counter, wincing as he put his hand on top of it. Kurt was moving around in the back and he waited patiently, pulling out his cell phone and responding to a text from Nick.

When Kurt finally came back, he had arms full of items. Blaine sighed because it looked as if he was about to do surgery.

"I don't need any of this—"

"What is it that is so important?"

How did one even begin this conversation? It wasn't like there was some How to Explain That You're Being Blackmailed to Your Ex-Boyfriend Who is Actually Your Substitute History Teacher For Dummies book or something. Well if there was, Blaine didn't look into it. So he took a deep breath and thought about the many ways that he could begin this.

Kurt gently took his left arm and began to undo the wrap around it. Blaine closed his eyes at the pain. He'd probably get detention, or suspension, because of the hole in the wall in Smythe's office. He couldn't even deny it with a mangled appendage right now. And with his rep, no one would believe him anyway.

"You were literally yelling at me in my hallway a few minutes ago because I wouldn't talk to you."

At the words, Blaine looked away from Kurt's work around his hand and up to his teacher. Kurt stayed focused on what he was doing though, seemingly not too interested in giving Blaine any eye contact.

"Now you're in here and you aren't saying a word."

Blaine hissed when Kurt finally removed the bandage and the elder sighed. After apologizing, he promised to be more gentle, though he had to shake his head at the bruises and cuts along his student's hand. Kurt got a few gauze pads and went to put warm water on it.

As the younger man watched his movements, he cleared his throat and began shakily. "I-I guess I'm… just trying to find the way to tell you this."

Kurt turned on the faucet and glanced back.

"Somebody knows… about us." Blaine looked down at his hand, not wanting to know the look on Kurt's face right now. "Smythe knows."

The water turned off but there was no other sound or movement after. Blaine felt his heart rate reach an unhealthy level. He heard his heart rate reach an unhealthy level. For the umpteenth time this week, he was scared.

He'd gone from being scared he and Kurt were over for good after they'd broken up.

Then when he realized it was for real, and that they were over, he'd gone from being scared that he fucked up the only good thing he had.

Then came the fears that he wouldn't amount to anything. The term 'Lima Loser' was something that often rang in his mind most nights. He was afraid all of his friends would go on to be great, and he'd be this kid that had nothing and no one, and nowhere to go.

Despite Cooper telling him it wasn't true, he couldn't help but feel this way.

"Smythe knows…"

"About us." Blaine's voice had cracked. He resumed while ignoring that tight feeling in his chest. "Well… what we had before."

Kurt felt his whole world screeching to a halt. And then he felt his body begin to ache at the realization of it all.

Above all else, his father would be so disappointed in him.

He wouldn't be able to get a job.

Broadway was out of the question.

And who would want to be associated with someone who took advantage of children? His friends would probably give up on him. Not that he could blame them.

Suddenly, Kurt felt really, really sick.

All of the times he told himself to be a professional and do the right thing concerning Blaine suddenly rang in his mind.

"How? I—" Kurt felt weak. "I fucked this up so bad."

Blaine shook his head no. "This is my fault—"

Kurt turned around quickly and Blaine could see every thought; every fear flashing across his face. "I did this. I was supposed to be the adult, as you reminded me earlier. I'm supposed to know right from wrong, Blaine." He approached and Blaine gulped hard, hating seeing the man so distraught. "I was hired because someone had trust in me, and I obviously fucked that up!"

Blaine shook his head no. "That's not true."

The man looked at him.

"Okay, Mr. H. We both fucked up. You did your job but I wouldn't let you tell me what was right or wrong. I wouldn't take no for an answer. I wanted you more than I could understand and really, I don't regret any of it."

Kurt laughed now, more in disbelief than in anything else. "Of course you don't regret it. I sucked your dick, Blaine!"

Blaine looked away. "That's not what I fucking mean and you know it, Mr. H."

Kurt shook his head and walked closer. He began to clean Blaine's hand as tears clouded his eyes and Blaine winced.

"That hurts."

"I'm sorry. I—"

Blaine took his shaky hand and looked up at him. Though when he came over here, he was sure of the fact this was something he wasn't going to do, he had changed his mind now. "It's alright."

Kurt smiled, shaking his head no and taking his hand back. Blaine's heart broke as a tear rolled down the elder's cheek. "It's not alright, Blaine. I let you down, and now, I'm… whatever comes to me because of this I deserve it. I just need to tell you I'm sorry."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Blaine told him. Kurt smiled again, stopping what he was doing so that he could wipe his face. Blaine sighed as he watched him.

"I just… let me finish wrapping your hand. Sebastian… Mr. Smythe, he wants to see me tomorrow. I'll just let him know to leave you out of this and I'll tell Principal White everything that happened myself—"

"He told me he wouldn't tell."

Kurt stopped trying to undo the top of the ointment, turning to look at Blaine.

"There was a condition, of course." Blaine cleared his throat, not believing he was going to say this. "If I have sex with him, he won't say anything."

Kurt dropped the tube onto the counter top. "What?"

Blaine sighed. "He thinks that you and I are having sex. I told him there was nothing going on but he didn't believe me. You had a hickey one day after I left our tutoring session and then, he came over here for a date, and found one of my hoodies in your closet." he gulped, "He says he sees how I react when he flirts with you… he just knows. And because he thinks that you and I were doing a lot more than we were, he says 'He wants in'."

"He is not touching you."

Blaine nodded his head hard. "I don't want him to… but Kurt this is your life—"

Kurt picked the tube up, his hands shaking a bit. "But nothing. He's not putting his hands on you."

He went back to working on Blaine's hand and the boy winced, not even bothering to ask Kurt to ease up. "If he doesn't, then what happens? You're made out to be this bad guy and your life is ruined, when what we had wasn't some affair. It was… I was completely in love with you, Kurt."

Kurt ignored him, not needing to hear any of this. It had gotten them into so much trouble as it was. No matter if he was in love too. "I don't know. I just know that he's not touching you."

Blaine stayed quiet. Kurt did as well. He fixed the boy up in a matter of minutes, wrapping up his hand and wrist in a much better way than Jeff did, though the teen did try, and you couldn't knock him for trying. Blaine's mind ran rapid the entire time, wondering how he'd handle this. Of course, he had no intention of losing his virginity to a creep like Smythe. And he couldn't exactly go somewhere for help on what was said to him, because Smythe would rat out Kurt. But there had to be something he could do.

"I'm all done."

Blaine looked down at his arm. It was a lot better. "Thanks."

Kurt nodded, gathering all of the things and going back to the opposite side of the house. He walked swiftly and almost with a hint of anger, and Blaine chastised himself for looking at the man's ass. He stood up and fixed his sweater, looking around the home and wondering what would happen now. Did he leave and handle this himself or did Kurt want more details? He didn't know. So Blaine decided to stand there awkwardly.

When the man came back out a second later, he pressed ignore on his ringing cell phone and sat on the sofa. Blaine began to walk over, stopping just on the rug in the living area.

"I'm gonna get out of here. There's a party tonight and I'm not drunk enough." It was a joke that only he laughed at. Kurt looked up at him and Blaine stopped.

"So you're going to get drunk?" Kurt asked. He looked to be typing out a message on his phone.

Blaine shrugged. "Why not? It's been a shitty week. I think I deserve to get wasted and possibly make a complete fool of myself."

Kurt hummed. "Will there be guys at this party?" he wore a smile as he looked up to Blaine but it looked incredibly forced. Blaine rubbed at his neck as he nodded.

"There will be."

The two of them caught eyes and Blaine subconsciously licked his suddenly dry lips. The action made Kurt clear his throat and look away. The way his skin heated up was sinful.

"What are we going to do about this?" the teenager asked.

Kurt took a deep breath and just then, his phone buzzed. Looking down at the message, his face became a bit more hopeful. "Well first, I'm going to go over to Sebastian's for dinner."

Blaine's heart dropped. "Why?"

Kurt swallowed hard; a lump forming in his throat. This plan was all he had and if it didn't work, he was screwed. "So that I can start liking him, give him a kiss goodnight, and then ask to see him on Sunday night with the other teachers."

Blaine felt his blood boiling. So he just told Kurt that Mr. Smythe wanted to fuck him, and what he thought would be a good idea was spending the weekend on dates with him.

Kurt sensed the tension from where he sat and tossed his phone aside. "When we go out with the other teachers, I'll hold his hand, and laugh at all of his jokes, and if I'm lucky he'll be stupid enough to kiss me."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't want to hear any of this—"

"Blaine—"

"You do know that I'm in love with you right? Whether or not we have the happy, unrealistic ending I've been hoping for, I still fucking have feelings for you. I don't want to hear this." He turned away and ran a hand through his hair.

Kurt simply looked at the boy, not daring to speak until he calmed down a bit. When Blaine's chest was heaving a bit less, Kurt smiled at him.

"I miss you too, Blaine."

"Don't give me that."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry."

Blaine never answered. He was torn up inside over it all. Day after day, he had to fight himself not to contact this man and make an idiot of himself. He had to remember that it was over and for Kurt to say that—he just didn't want to be played with.

"If you're done shouting at me, I think I'll finish explaining what I have planned."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't like this plan. I don't want his lips on you."

Kurt sat back. He didn't want that either. He thought Sebastian was a good guy but now, now he didn't even want to deal with him. But the text came back and Sebastian was definitely up for a date. This was the way Kurt would handle it. "Well I don't want him taking your virginity, Blaine, so tell me whose plan is better?"

Blaine tensed up tremendously. He really didn't want to lose this argument and thoughts of that man touching Kurt and smiling at him really hurt in a way that Blaine never thought he'd feel. But what could he do? "Go ahead."

Kurt nodded. He smoothed imaginary wrinkles on his jeans as he asked the next question. "Did he give you a deadline of when you and he would…?"

"He said he wants an answer on Monday."

Kurt looked at him, ignoring the way his skin would crawl with thoughts of the man smiling cheekily at Blaine. "On Monday, I want you to skip his class."

Blaine laughed at that. "Well that's new."

Kurt ignored him. "Go to his classroom during your lunch period, and tell him that you've agreed, and that over the weekend, the two of you can get together."

Blaine was quiet. Kurt would be as well if he was in the situation. The guy that supposedly cared about him was telling him to say yes to such a thing.

"I'm going to continue to play the role of boyfriend. I'll make sure everyone knows we're involved, even the principal, as stupid as that sounds. I'll play dumb on the deal he's made with you and when the time comes over the weekend, tell him you've changed your mind. Tell him you don't give a shit about whether or not he rats me out, and that you refuse to have sex with him."

The boy shook his head no. "That—He's going to run to spill about us, Kurt."

Kurt nodded in response. That would indeed happen. "I know. I'll make sure everyone knows that we're not together anymore. That I decided that we should be friends for some reason or another… I'll come up with something believable."

"So you're going to break up with him and you want me to tell him no…"

Kurt stood up and grabbed his bottle of wine. "Yes. My hope is that it will seem that because the two of us broke up, he decided to tell a lie on me and involve a student in it. A student who I'm close to, who has obviously changed for the better in every other class but his."

Blaine stepped a little closer, watching his teacher pour himself a glass. "That's a good plan I guess."

Kurt smiled. "Well it is on paper. But it could go wrong and I could still be exposed, but I deserve it." the man sat down and took a sip of the wine. "Anyone who does what I did with you deserves it."

There wasn't an answer, and after the man swallowed he looked up to his student. Blaine stood there watching him and he smiled.

"Don't you have guys to go party with, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. I might."

"Hm," Kurt put the glass down. "I'm sorry about all of this—"

"I'm sorry about Zane."

Kurt froze, looking up at the boy in his presence. "That… that's unnecessary."

"It isn't." Blaine told him. "I was—I made a promise to you and I broke it. I'm sorry."

Kurt nodded. "I'm sorry I lied to you."

Blaine then smiled, rubbing gingerly at his arm. "If I hadn't gotten myself into all that trouble for Wes to begin with, we'd probably still be together…"

Kurt looked at him and a soft smile broke onto his face. He reached for his glass and took another long sip. "I guess that's true. But maybe its better we're not together."

Blaine felt his heart stop for a while. Then he nodded at the words. "Maybe."

"Now you can find someone who's amazing," Kurt said softly. "Someone who doesn't have to worry about getting arrested if he kisses you." The laugh that came out was strained and Blaine looked at him. "Someone that can take you out and invite you over when his parents are out… everything someone your age should have."

Blaine nodded. "Yeah."

Kurt sighed. He swirled the liquid around in his cup and felt a sudden sadness overcome him. Maybe it was the alcohol. "I think I'm finally taking everyone's advice and going to New York when my job here is all said and done. If I'm not fired, of course. And given a sentence."

"New York." Blaine said simply. He nodded. Of course he would. "Oh ok."

Kurt put the glass down again. "Rachel says there's a role there with my name on it. Who knows? Maybe Kurt Hummel was destined for greatness."

"You are." Blaine told him. He just wished that the same could be said for him.

Kurt looked up and smiled. "Thanks. Speaking of Rachel," he stood up and wiped at his eyes again, "I need to call her and explain why I've been ignoring her calls… without really explaining why. And I have to get in the mental state to deal with Mr. Smythe, so go have fun at your party. Maybe you'll meet someone nice, right?"

Blaine let the man lead the way to the door. "Maybe so. Or maybe I'll meet no one and end up wishing I had you all night."

Kurt tried not to hear those words, but it was impossible to unhear words. Unhear wasn't even a word itself. He reached the door and sighed, waiting for the pain in his chest to lessen before opening it.

Blaine stepped outside and looked at the apartment opposite him. He then turned back to Kurt with a blank look. "Thanks for listening. I'm sorry for getting us into this in the first place."

Kurt leant against the door, his buzz starting to set in. He shook his head no. "It was my fault. Thanks for telling me instead of you know, sleeping with him or something."

Blaine smirked. "Yeah."

Kurt looked at Blaine's lips before turning away, his eyes finding the elevator down the hall. "If you need to talk, I won't be an ass anymore. I'll answer."

Blaine nodded. "I'd like that."

Kurt smiled a bit. "Ok. Please don't get drunk and let some idiot take advantage of you."

Blaine laughed. "I'm the idiot that would do that, honestly."

Kurt joined in with a chuckle of his own. "You aren't that type of guy. We both know that."

They both grew quiet and Blaine leant against the door frame of the apartment. He looked at Kurt; the man a little buzzed and a bit red in the cheeks. He smiled at the sight. Kurt shook his head at the boy though a smile broke out on his face.

"Get out of here, Blaine."

Blaine looked for a few more seconds and eventually, he smiled and nodded. "Goodnight, Mr. H."

Kurt smiled. "Goodnight."

….

Instead of walking home, Blaine walked straight to the party. He couldn't ride his bike with his hand damaged. But the good thing was the rain had stopped and Nick and Jeff were both there, so if he did make a mistake that night his friends would be there to help him get home.

It probably wasn't the best thing to plan to make a mistake, but Blaine knew himself. He was just being prepared.

He entered the house and smiled at Justin. Justin was the guy throwing the party. He high fived a few people and let the taller teen give him a beer.

"Thought you'd never show, idiot! Enjoy yourself!"

Blaine nodded with a sly smile. "Thanks, bro."

Jeff was hustling people for money on the pool table. His boyfriend was off dancing and hanging out with his baseball team that he just made 2nd baseman for. Blaine immediately felt like he didn't belong here when someone slipped him another drink and started grinding against him. Worst of all it was a girl.

The twins that were in love with Mr. Hummel walked by, snatching their friend off of Blaine and offering their apologies. He nodded at them, only slightly traumatized, and took a sip of his drink.

Some college kids were making out on top of the piano, and one was DJing a few hip hop songs. Blaine stood against the wall, taking it in. He took in the couples making out, and the people dancing with one another, the other drunken idiots laughing at absolutely nothing, and the one chick who was on top of the dining room table taking her clothes off. He took in the one kid across the room that kept smiling at him and smiled back, taking another sip before looking down at his cell phone.

Are you being careful? –Cooper

Blaine remembered that he didn't reply to Cooper's warning of 'be careful' earlier. His brother was probably genuinely concerned, and Blaine smiled at that. He'd be fine.

Stop worrying about me, Coop. -B

Blaine looked back up and saw the kid approaching. He had brown eyes and dark hair, and smooth skin that was a bit too reminiscent of someone else he knew. Blaine felt his phone vibrate again and looked down at it.

He's hot. –Jeff

Of course Jeff noticed. Blaine shook his head, turning his phone off and took another sip. As he looked up, he was met with the guy who had his eyes on him, face to face. Blaine continued to drink, swallowing hard and giving the teen's body a suggestive sweep.

"You're gorgeous." said the brown eyed boy.

Blaine finished observing his hips and smiled, glancing up and finding his eyes right away. The teen looked at him expectantly, and Blaine finally spoke.

"We should go upstairs and talk."

A/N: What do you think? What happens with Blaine? What happens with Klaine?

Only a few chapters left so leave those thoughts pretty please.

Enjoy your New Year!

-Janelle