"So," Kurt said, "you gonna tell me what's wrong?"
Blaine looked up from the patterns in Kurt's carpet. "Sorry. My mind's…full of a lot of stuff."
"I can tell. Are you alright?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. I feel really strange."
"What's wrong? Did you eat some bad Thai food?"
Blaine smirked. "No, I didn't."
Kurt waited for an answer. Blaine cleared his throat.
"Sebastian texted me. Said he wants to talk."
Kurt's face fell. "Sebastian as in your ex?"
"Yeah. I don't know what he wants, and I don't know what to say."
Kurt felt the corner of his mouth twitch. "Well, do you want to talk to him?"
"I don't know. I think so? I mean, we never got real closure after we broke up, assuming that's what he wants to talk about."
"But why would he call you now of all times?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know," Blaine shrugged. "I'm just as confused as you are."
Kurt didn't know how to respond. There was no denying it anymore: he had feelings for Blaine. It was apparent, like telling someone the sky is blue or water is wet. And yet, Blaine wasn't his.
"I don't know if you should call him," Kurt said a little defensively, his posture straightening from where he sat on the couch. "He hurt you really badly. I've never met him, but he sounds like an ass to me."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "But don't you think calling him would make me feel better?"
"Not really?" Kurt said. "It may drag you back down further than you were before."
Kurt hated himself for saying it. But what if Sebastian wanted more than just closure? Blaine had told him plenty of stories of how flirty and seductive Sebastian had been. What if he hadn't changed?
"Hmm," Blaine huffed.
"What?"
"For some reason, I expected to come here for you to tell me otherwise."
Kurt crossed his arms. "Are you saying my advice isn't good enough for you?"
Blaine shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I just expected you to tell me to go for it."
"Well, sorry I'm not up to your standards."
Blaine was beginning to get annoyed. "Kurt, you're putting words into my mouth."
There was a silence that filled the empty spaces between them on the couch.
"I'm sorry," Kurt said quietly. "You're right. I'm being stupid. You should…talk to him."
Blaine looked over at Kurt. "What's with the sudden change of heart?"
"You just should. Like you said, you never got proper closure."
Blaine sighed. "What should I even say to him?"
Kurt looked down sadly, but wore a smile on his face. "Whatever you've been wanting to tell him since he left."
There was another silence. Blaine couldn't decide if he wanted to stare at the ground or at Kurt.
"Do you miss him?" Kurt replied, his voice even quieter than the last time. He sounded like he was struggling to keep his voice casual.
Blaine licked his lips. "Sometimes," Blaine said. "Can I be honest, though?"
"Yeah?"
"Ever since I met you and we became friends…I've missed him less and less. You've really helped me in more ways than you know, Kurt."
Kurt wanted to allow his heart to be engulfed by the warm words, but he halted at the word 'friend'.
"Thanks."
"No, thanks to you."
"Do what you need to do," Kurt said, plastering another smile on his face. "Just be careful, alright?"
"I will," Blaine said, and moved to embrace Kurt. "Thank you."
Kurt sank into Blaine's arms. It felt so nice to be touched by someone he liked; it had been so long. And now, he had to let him go.
"I'll call you soon, okay?" Blaine said. "I gotta do this alone."
"Okay," Kurt said, surprised that Blaine was leaving so soon. "Bye."
The sound of the door closing when Blaine left was loud, too loud. Loud enough to hurt Kurt's ears and make him flinch. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and blinked away the tears threatening to sting his eyes.
