By the tenth phone call, Kurt knew Blaine wasn't going to answer and what was worse, he might not come back. He hung by the window watching the sidewalks below, but they were rather quiet tonight. Of course they were.

"Kurt, I don't think he's coming back tonight," Mrs. Anderson said, looking at the time. "I really need to get back to the hotel. I have a meeting early tomorrow." She got up off the couch and walked over to him. "I appreciate your trying, but there is some bad blood. Why would I expect him to throw himself back into my arms?"

Mrs. Anderson pulled a card out and handed it to him. "This is where I am staying for the rest of the week. Then I have to go back to Ohio. You have my number if he changes his mind." She reached out and hugged him before she left the apartment for the night.

Kurt watched her go, before his attention turned back to the phone in his hands. What if Blaine didn't come back this time? He had the show, but was he made enough that he'd give that up? How badly did he mess up? A million question plagued Kurt, raising all of his fears and anxiety.

Setting his phone down, he walked off to the bathroom for a shower. He stripped down quickly and stepped under the stream of water, letting out a heavy sigh. And then he broke down. It started as silent tears, but quickly turned into choked sobs as he leaned against the tiled wall, shaking. Blaine was gone. He should have told him about his mother. He'd never trust him again.

At first, he was so upset, he didn't hear the door to the apartment open and close, but as the footsteps got closer to the bathroom, Kurt stopped crying, waiting to see what happened. Who was here?

The door to the bathroom opened and closed, the sound of clothes rustled and the curtain pulled back, Blaine stepping in with him. Kurt turned to see him, seeing the other had been crying as well. Kurt's arms looped around Blaine's neck and hugged him tightly as he continued to cry. His fingers dug into his skin, kissing at the soft skin behind his ear.

"I'm so sorry," Kurt sobbed. "I should have told you she'd be here. I thought you weren't coming back. I'm sorry Blaine!"

Blaine held him back, seeing how scared the other was, how upset. But Kurt didn't have any reason to be sorry. If nothing else, Blaine was just caught off guard to see his mother there. And what was there to say? You should have grown some balls and stood up to my father? Thanks for leaving me in the city alone and hurt? Maybe an answer or two was in order, but he was more surprised to see her here and that she still cared. "It's okay..."

"No it's not! I've known she was here, I met with her before she came. I should have told you she was looking for you-"

"She was?"

"She's been looking for you since you disappeared," Kurt choked, pulling back to look at Blaine. His hands cup Blaine's face, making him look at him. "She loves you and she just wants to tell you she's sorry. Be in your life again. You are doing so well, you should have your family behind you."

Blaine watched him for a moment, before he pressed his forehead to Kurt's and sighed. "You're always thinking of what's best for me." His lips found Kurt's and he kissed him under the warm water. "I'll get in touch with her, but not tonight. Practice was rough, I've just done thirty laps around the city and I want to be with her," he whispered.

Kurt blushed, tucking himself up into Blaine just glad he was there. Blaine came back and he didn't screw up as badly as he thought. They showered and by the time they got out and toweled off, it was late.

Blaine followed his boyfriend up to his bedroom, stopping him when he went through his drawers to find some briefs. "Don't bother with those tonight," Blaine whispered in his ear, feeling the other shiver against him. Pulling him closer, his hand slipped down the front of Kurt, stroking his lover.

Kurt groaned, feeling his knees grow weak. He was already exhausted from his day, from crying, but it was so warm and comforting in Blaine's arms. He always took care of him just as much as Kurt did in return. He whimpered, eyes fluttering close as he reached out for the bed frame in front of them. Blaine kissed at Kurt's shoulders as his hand worked him, getting more vocal the longer it went on.

Kurt's knees did give as he pushed back against Blaine, crying out. Blaine caught him. "You're okay," Blaine whispered, his own breathing husky. The harder Kurt pushed back, the better it felt. Picking him up, Blaine laid down on the bed with him, spooning up behind. Kurt's hand reached back between them, stroking as he was worked in the front.

"So close," he moaned, his head turning back to nuzzle at Blaine's lips. The friction was so intense, his body was shaking like crazy. "Blaine-" he whined, his hips bucking into the other's hand.

"Me too," Blaine hissed. It only took a few more rough jerks before Kurt yelled in pure ecstasy, orgasm washing over him.

"I love you," Kurt moaned. Instantly, Blaine was caught off guard and he came as well, his face buried in the back of Kurt's neck. His boyfriend moaned through his pleasure, until the only sound in the room was their breathing. Slowly, it began to sink in what Kurt said and he blushed. Maybe Blaine didn't hear him. Did he mean it? Yes, he did, actually.

The sheets came up over them as Blaine kept his arms around his middle, kissing his cheek. "Love you, too." Kurt swallowed, turning in Blaine's arms, till he was tucked up into him like in the shower. He smiled, glad to know they were all right and most importantly, on the same page.

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"All right, let's get a few individual shots for inside the magazine and then I think we can call it a wrap," the photographer said. Patti went first while Rachel and Blaine took a break from behind the camera.

"This is going to be a beautiful spread," Rachel said as she took a seat "Kurt is getting really good at this." Blaine smiled as he watched Kurt go over the shots that had already been taken. It was nice to watch him work for a change. Kurt was always watching him practice.

"I need to go make a quick phone call. I'll be right back," Blaine said, catching Kurt's attention to let him know he was going to call his mother. Perhaps they could meet for dinner tonight, just get this out of the way and try to put the past behind them. He was so focused on putting the right numbers into his phone, he didn't see the other person walking towards him. They collided and Blaine rubbed his arm.

"Sorry I wasn't-" but his words paused when he saw Sebastian standing there, smug as usual. "Never mind."

"Well look who it is? I suppose I should congratulate you?"

"Don't bother. You didn't mean it then and I know you won't now. I see you didn't give up your day job," Blaine said, putting his phone away for now.

"It's stable work. I know that's a hard concept for you," Sebastian smirked. "But I like most shows, the understudies need to be ready at all times. I just happen to be one of the many for Sunset. So, I look forward to your brief stint and my possibly chance of stepping into your shoes."

"Good luck with that. I don't plan on going anywhere this time," Blaine said, walking past him.

"If you were smart, you'd rethink that," Sebastian called after him. Blaine stopped walking, looking back. "Let's face it, Anderson. You're good, but you're no Cinderella story. You had your chance and when it didn't work out, you ran away and hid. Now, you're relying on the pity of others to build your career back up, when some of us with real talent and a REAL chance get pushed aside." He closed the space between them. "Either you drop out, or the whole world learns the truth about Blaine Anderson. I'll start with your affairs and I won't stop till they know which street corners you play on. At least it will do you a favor and bring in some business."

"Go to Hell," Blaine said, beginning to walk off.

"Test me, Blaine! Either drop out, or I sing like a warbler!"

"You know the saying. Once a Warbler.." Blaine started, taking his phone back out. "I'm not scared of you, or your threats. Do what you want." He disappeared down the stairs, leaving Sebastian in the hall.

"As you wish," he smirked, taking his phone out to make his own call.

Blaine made it out to the street, dialing the number for his mother and waited as it rang. With his luck, she wouldn't pick up and it would be an awkward back and forth with voice mail.

"Hello?" Blaine inhaled sharply as his mother answered the phone.

"Hi, Mom," he said, leaning on the building.

"Blaine? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," he said, looking around at the city, keeping his calm. "I'm sorry about the other night. I just, really never thought I would see you again. Dad had such a hold on your life-"

"Dad is gone, Blaine. He died. I should have never let him control me like he did or hurt you so much." Blaine was a little taken back by this information.

"What happened to him?"

"Cancer. He didn't want you to know. He thought it would take away from your focus in college, but when he found out you were lying... I should have never left you alone. But he was so sick.." She sounded so upset and even now, after all this time, he hated to hear her like this.

"It's okay, Mom..."

"No it's not! You were on the streets, you were hurt and alone. You could have been dead and I would have never known if Kurt didn't find you!" He felt guilty for that, but he didn't know what his father was doing, or if she'd want to hear from him. They were both at fault.

"But you have my number now and Kurt's. And I don't want you to miss out on anymore. Maybe we can go to dinner tonight? Catch up?"

"I would love to. Just text me a time and a place and I'll be there. I love you, baby. I've been so worried about you."

"I know. I love you, too," Blaine said softly, biting his lip. "I've missed you. I'll see you tonight." Taking a deep breath as he hung up the phone, he walked back inside. "Blaine!" came Kurt's voice from upstairs. "Time for your individuals!"

"Coming!" he called, making his way back up to the studio. Things were looking up again. Tonight he would see his mother and catch up, by next week, his face would be on every new stand in New York and next month, he'd be opening in one of the best musicals of all time. He had a beautiful boyfriend and his life finally felt normal again.

The week flew by and at six in the morning, Kurt had dragged him out to the paper stand down the street to buy the first copy of the magazine. He'd gone over the cover with the editors until they'd picked the perfect picture. And that wasn't easy when nearly all of the pictures were amazing.

"Kurt, we can go back to bed after, right?" Blaine yawned, pulling his coat around himself more.

"How are you not more excited about this! You're on one of the biggest magazines around, in an article written by your boyfriend-"

"I'm excited for you, Kurt. I'm just not excited about six in the morning." He chuckled and kissed Kurt's cheek as the metal gate came up. He darted to the magazine section and looked around till he found it.

"LOOK! IT'S BEAUTIFUL! You're all so beautiful," he smiled as his phone went off. Rachel was calling him. "Did you get your copy? I KNOW, RIGHT? Blaine!" But his boyfriend was distracted. "Blaine what-" Kurt walked back around the stand to see Blaine staring at another magazine. One of the many rags.. no wait all of them.. they all had a different cover story and all of them were about Blaine.

Blaine Anderson: Secret Sex Life. College Hussie

Broadway Dream, Penniless Street Singer

Dance Teacher's Pet. How Sunset Boulevard's Blaine Anderson Really Gets His Roles.

"Oh my God.. how-"

"Sebastian. He told me if I didn't drop out, he'd make this happen. I told him to do his worst. Kurt, they're going to kick me out of the show." Blaine's face crumbled and with it, his dreams of making it back on Broadway.