A/N: TADA! Once more I must ask, did you miss me xD I missed you all so much! And I'm so sorry you know I want to reply to you all but is 5:30 am, I just woke and I plan to go back to sleep but I found this in my inbox and….well thank the gorgeous BreeTwee for her help editing. I love her and all you guys, sorry about thanks, I'll spam your accounts at a later date lol xxxx

Oh erm, before I forget. Some people have noticed how I spell some things. Like blonde, brunette, colour, labour etc and there's a simple explication. I'm European, specifically Irish. They're not misspellings they're actually how I was thought to spell these words. I'll be honest I used to try spelling like Americans do but…well truth be told I find 'blond' and 'brunet' aesthetically horrible :/ I dunno what it is, same for words like color and such, it just looks wrong to me and I'm sorry its prob just because I've grown up spelling this way but hopefully it's something that can be overlooked x

D/C: not true so don't sue x

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It had been dark the day Blaine Anderson had left Paris. Although, honestly, not many people noticed. He had hidden away in his home after the incident with Simone, not even realizing that the story, like all good ones, would only last fifteen minutes before the next scoop trumped it. Even as he sailed away to Japan on the sea vessel, a story about illegal aliens working in the sweatshops of underground Paris was swooping the city.

Still, that was months ago, and although what happened may have been pushed to the back of everyone's minds, it was still there. He was too scared to go back to the city, to the country.

It had been three months since he left, but it felt like a lifetime. Osaka was a beautiful city, but he was located just outside it, the forestry so dense it felt like he was in the middle of nowhere. Even the gorgeous Japanese city had nothing compared to the twinkling lights of Paris.

He often found himself indulging in romanticized fantasies about being back, returning to how things were before all this madness happened. He would recall the fame, the recognition, how everyone adored his work.

Then he would remember how horrid he had felt at that time, how uninspiring his outfits had been, how lonely he had felt. He hated to admit it, considering how… how he had been betrayed, but his entire life had been better after Simone came into it. Everything seemed lighter, his days felt happier, he himself was a better person. He'd even found himself smiling more, socializing, rather than locking himself away working on designs that made him ashamed to be called one of the greats.

Even his work improved after Simone. All he had to do was picture her in his mind and it flowed from him as if it was the most natural thing in the world…and it was. Everything had felt so right, so perfect.

Not for the first time, he wondered if running away had been the best idea. He had always been thought by his father to face his problems like a man would. Now he was here in his uncle's home, a beautiful country estate surrounded by these enchanting gardens, filled with gorgeous trees, Mike's favourite being the cherry blossoms.

His grandparents had had quite a lot of money, and while they had loved Blaine, they rarely spoke to his father. Their son had disobeyed them and married Blaine's mother. It didn't matter that she was kind and beautiful; she wasn't who they had wanted him to wed.

Now Blaine's uncle Seán, his father's brother, owned the family home. He was an architect, successful for himself, at least enough to make a living for his family. He and his wife Aimi, whom he had met here in Japan, had two children, Reika, and her twin brother, Shun. The twins were seven years old, and Blaine sat on a small moat in the large garden connected to the home as the kids ran through the Sakura orchard like he used to as a child.

Blaine sighed and lay back on the grassy hill, gazing at the pink and white blossoms that floated through the air. He felt so empty inside. Three months and he had thought he would feel all the better, but no, he was as alone as ever.

"Blaine." His uncle called out his name as he gazed upwards to his nephew. The younger sat up, gazing to the man who walked over and stood beside him. He didn't stand, but remained seated by his uncle's feet. After a period of silence, his uncle sat down beside him, a sombre look on his face. "Blaine… tell me why you are really here." Now that he was away from his wife who spoke little to no English he was speaking it. He usually spoke Japanese around his wife, and even Blaine was becoming less rusty with the language.

For months the designer had been in the country and had come up with every reason under the sun as to why he was here. By now, his story didn't even match.

One day, he had come back out of homesickness for some kind of family member, the following; a fan of his work had harassed and stalked him to the point of leaving. He just didn't care anymore.

Seán didn't seem to mind, in fact this was his first time asking. Usually, it was the twins questioning their cousin but now he just bit his lip and gazed to the blossoms, hearing the loud barking of Alexander, the family pet who rushed after the two children, their giggles loudly echoing.

"It's complicated." Blaine muttered. He pulled his legs to his chest and buried his chin against his folded arms.

Things had been complicated lately, every hope he had of forgetting Simone… forgetting Kurt… was in vain. He always thought about the man who turned his life upside down, still dreaming of him. The nights were less difficult when he did dream of him, because he didn't feel the emptiness as much.

Seán sighed and ran his fingers through his black hair. He was a handsome, older man with a much younger wife who was little older than Blaine. His uncle was the elder of his grandparents' two sons, around fifty-two. He was a smart man, a good man. He had stayed in contact with Blaine's father until the man had died.

"Blaine..." He said, ever so softly and even stretched out, touching his nephew's hand. In Japan, it wasn't proper for men to express their feelings, to show compassion, and right now Blaine appreciated it. He looked to his uncle, biting his lip.

"There was… someone..." He told his uncle, needing to get it off his chest although he certainly wouldn't divulge all information. "And…something happened, something horrible…and I had to leave."

Seán sighed and stroked his hand as he closed his eyes.

"You let a woman run you out of a country?" He asked and the younger man bit his lip.

"She…she was no ordinary woman." He claimed and his uncle sighed, looking down as his beautiful wife came out into the cherry blossom orchard to call the children in. The two men sat at the top of the grove in silence, for what felt like an awfully long time. Blaine rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

"Thank you." He said meekly, glancing down to his feet. "Thank you…for taking me in…I could never tell you how much I appreciate this." His uncle laughed and smiled to him.

"Blaine, you are family." He said softly as Aimi cried out to her husband and his nephew to say there was dinner. Seán raised a hand to indicate he heard but neither bothered to move.

"I will look for my own home." Blaine said, looking to his kindly uncle. "I am sorry for being a burden on you for so long." Seán predictably began to claim that Blaine wasn't a burden but the young man shook his head. "No, thank you. I can never thank you enough, but I need to take my problems into my own hands."

"If that is the case, then I believe you should go back to Paris rather than finding a way to stay here." Blaine bit his lip but didn't protest the fact. It was true; his problems did indeed lie in Paris. "And… I don't believe you are happy here,"

"What? No..." Blaine said, glancing again down to his lap. "I do… I am… I've missed you, and it's nice to be back here with so many memories…"

"But that doesn't mean you are happy." The elder said wisely and stood up, hands placed on his lower back and stretching.

Blaine just sat, looking forlorn, obviously contemplating the idea. Seán excused himself for dinner, leaving the young man to think over everything that was troubling him. He walked down the hill, through the winding trunks of the cherry blossoms and eventually out of sight. Blaine didn't move. He was sitting with his legs against his chest, elbows leaning on his knees and his hands covering his mouth.

Why couldn't he stop thinking of him? Why couldn't he just be happy with this new beginning, new life? This man who had completely turned his life upside down wouldn't leave his mind. Every waking and sleeping minute, he was all he could think of. How he felt when Blaine touched him. Kurt's skin was so soft it would rival a newborn baby. The way he spoke each word sweet like honey without him intending it to be. The saunter of his walk, and the unintentional wiggle of his hips. Even how he tasted, how his lips suckled hungrily at Blaine's as they kissed.

A strong shiver ran through Blaine's back and he closed his eyes, breathing slightly laboured. Just the memory of Kurt was enough to send a charge through his body.

He paused for a moment, contemplating. He had been thinking a lot lately, about all that happened before he came here. Only now, in this moment, did he realize that all his thoughts of what happened weren't of Simone, at least not really.

He always thought of Kurt now, his taste, his touch. Even when the man was playing Simone, he wasn't that passionate. There was something about Kurt as himself, a male, that made Blaine incredibly curious which daunted him. The few memories, he had of being with the male haunted him constantly. He closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands, sighing loudly.

In the months Blaine had been here, he hadn't done much to distract himself from what happened. He hadn't bothered to find any form of employment here, one reason being he wasn't sure how long he was going to be here. Another because he had more than enough money to live out his life five times over comfortably without a job.

The young man ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly hearing small voices call his name. He looked to see the twins at the foot of the hill. They loved having their 'Onii-Chan' around. They referred to him as 'big brother' although Blaine was their cousin. They called for him to come in for dinner and he forced a smile, waving to the two. It was nice to spend some time with his family, he enjoyed it, truly but it was hard to show his appreciation and happiness to be here when his heart was reluctantly back in Paris with a certain young man.

Still he knew the children wouldn't give up on him. He stood, walking down to them, smiling as Reika and Shun took one hand each and led him to the gorgeous family estate. They spoke to him, rapidly in Japanese, telling him about yet another new part of the garden they had discovered.

The land was so huge they were constantly finding new cracks and crannies to explore. The children loved it, and Blaine was happy to see them smiling, obviously excited. He loved kids, not that he ever wanted any of his own, but he had always liked children. They were so innocent and the future was completely resting on them, and it was good to see children with happy lives, smiling. It was indeed a sight to see.

He spoke back to them in their mother tongue, asking if they'd show him the new area they found. He had known it would eventually lead to that so he was just cutting out all the questioning of what the place was like, waiting for the children to ask him to see it.

They said they would but after dinner. Their mother was worried about Blaine, saying he didn't eat near enough and it was true. Since he had arrived, the young man had lost considerable weight. He was still rather well built, but the loss was noticeable, especially around his face, which was now gaunt, his eyes tired with circles underneath. He hadn't slept well and every time he closed his eyes…

He didn't want to think of it. Of him. It would only hurt more. He smiled to the kids, attempting to distract himself as he held their small hands and followed them into the house.

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Kurt was a mess. It was clear and simple. Paris' most elusive, sought after call girl was now nothing more than a drunken regular in the dingy bar down the street from where he lived. He wasn't well. It wasn't a simple sickness like a flu or cough, it was something worse, something internal that nobody could heal easily. He found solace in the bottle, it was his only friend. The burning devil's drink that caused him to feel elated and low at the exact same time.

The young man had practically no money, and he struggled to stay standing in the bar. He was gripping onto the wooden top of the table, trying to find his sea legs but so far, it was no good. The bartender asked if he was okay but the tone was flat and uninterested. It was probably just a reflex to ask, but the man didn't care. Especially considering that for the best part of three months Kurt had been in here every single day.

The brunette almost fell again when he heard the door behind him opening. The wooden entrance flung inward, resulting in the tinkling of a bell which was hanging above it.

Kurt heard someone shriek his name and thankfully a pair of full arms wrapped around him before he fell too hard. He drunkenly glanced up to Samuel with a tipsy smile.

"Samuel..." He smiled, dragging out the name slightly longer as he blinked for some moments, trying to stand. "Y-you…you came to have a drink with…little old moi?" Samuel looked horrified at his friend who stood, clinging to him now, arms around his shoulder.

"Kurt you're dr…"

"Dance with me, Samuel." Kurt cried, gripping his hand and suddenly made a pitiful, drunken attempt at a waltz. He pressed his body to Samuel's, moving his feet clumsily and treading on his toes more than once, singing in a loud shriek. "Down with love, romantic and stupid, down with love DDOOOWWWNNN with cupid..."

He was halted in his horrific attempt at dancing when Samuel stretched out and gripped both his shoulders, causing him to stagger to a halt. He gazed to Samuel, eyes bloodshot, vision blurred and his alcohol induced mind began to warp his perception. He gazed to Samuel, seeing not his best friend but rather he saw Blaine in front of him. He wasn't sure why. After all, his best friend bore no resemblance to the love of his life, but he teared up, gazing to him.

"B-Blaine..." He whispered, suddenly clinging to the young man. "Why did you go? Why did you leave me?"

Samuel felt incredibly awkward in those moments as he patted Kurt's back. He looked back to David who was chewing a hangnail. Kurt went back to Blaine's home every so often in the hopes he had returned but by now it was obvious the young man had gone. All his valuables and such left in the house.

He had just disappeared, and it was killing Kurt. He wondered every single day if Blaine was okay. Was he hurt? Had someone done something to him? It was possibly one of the biggest reasons he drank, to numb the pain and fear he had for his love.

"Come along Kurt, we're getting you home." Samuel said, assisting the drunk out of the bar as David held open the door, tired of this ritual every single evening. He bit his lip and looked to his partner.

His lover was losing weight. And while that wasn't exactly a bad thing, the rapid rate which he shed it was what scared David. In the space of some months, he had gone from his rather fit, muscular man to this less than average sized male with a gaunt face and constant dark circles under his eyes. David was worried, knowing this was stress over Kurt.

He was never one to focus on looks, what got to him most was the change in Samuel's personality. He would sit awake all night, eyes wide and alert, listening for a noise. A sob, the clink of bottles being hoisted from the alcohol cabinet. He wasn't well and the lack of sleep was far from helping.

Kurt didn't weigh much but as a dead weight on Samuel's arm, it felt like he weighed a tonne. Samuel was glad their home was close and he allowed David to open the door but couldn't go straight away in as Kurt decided at that moment to throw up everything he'd drunk this evening all over the front step of their entrance. David made a face but waited as Samuel helped his best friend inside, careful of the sickly yellow and orange puddle of vomit. The door was closed and with a little help from David, Samuel got Kurt into the bedroom where he laid him down.

Kurt was mumbling, asking for Blaine to come back, but most was incoherent babbling. David stood beside him as Samuel rushed around, seeking out basins in case his friend felt ill while also getting a cool cloth to wash him up, patting his sweating forehead dry.

Biting his lip, the healthiest of the three left the room. Samuel stayed behind to tend his best friend. David couldn't help feeling a little put out, slightly jealous but mainly, he was concerned. He was worried about Samuel. His lover couldn't go on caring for Kurt like this. It wasn't proper.

Samuel eventually left the incoherent mumbling Kurt and walked out to David, strolling straight past him and picking up some scotch, pouring a little glass. David walked over, gripping his wrist before he could take a swing.

"David…" Samuel muttered, eyes downcast and his partner took the glass from his hands.

"Please Sam…we need to talk…" The elder looked worriedly to David, concerned as to what they had to talk about. He looked so unlike his mirthful self. David indicated to the couch which was covered with an assortment of clothing and drawings and both sat down.

There was silence and David took in a breath to begin only for the fading male beside him to press his head in his hands.

"You're leaving me, aren't you?" He said, wanting to beat David to the punch. He knew it would be harder to hear the younger say it. His lovers eyes widened in surprise hearing this.

"No..no... Sweetheart, no." He took his hand and stroked the back, gazing to him. "Absolutely not that. I love you." He touched his cheek and leaned in, kissing his lips with all the love he had and he felt the young man melt into the embrace, appreciating the contact. Then he pulled away and looked to the room where Kurt was now silent, probably asleep.

There was quietness in the room for a moment before David took another sharp breath.

"I-I was thinking… we should… leave…" Samuel looked confused by the suggestion, his head even falling slightly to the side, a naive motion.

"W-what?" He asked quietly and David gnawed on his lip.

"I mean…move out?" He saw Samuel pale and he knew what he was thinking. He couldn't leave Kurt. "Baby, please. We need our own life. You and I. We haven't had any time together. I miss you, I miss you so much." He was stroking his hair as he spoke but Samuel shook his head.

"I-I can't..." He whispered, quivering slightly. "I'm sorry but I cannot…I cannot leave him…"

David felt tears in his eyes and then looked to Samuel.

"Baby, I love you…but this is not a ménage a trois… I'm sorry, but there's just no room for him in this relationship. I am not asking you to choose me over him, because lord knows I'm too afraid of the answer but… you need to understand. I want to only be with you. I don't mean leave him completely. We can visit…"

The blonde kept looking backwards and forwards from Kurt's room to David. He listened to the young man and was completely torn. On one hand, this was Kurt, his best friend who had been with him through so much, who had gone through all this Simone trouble just so that Samuel didn't have to work and could pursue his dream to be an artist. But on the other hand, this was David, the love of his life. The man he wanted to grow old with, whom he loved so much and wanted to be with. It was all so very confusing and he bit his lip. He couldn't believe how overwhelming the want to be with David was and he sniffled. Would Kurt hate him forever if he left?

"L-let me think about it..." He asked in a soft, pleading tone, arms wrapping around his stomach.

"Of course." David said, a nervous look in his eye as he wondered if he had made a mistake asking this of Samuel.

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A/N: hope you all enjoyed that :) some little drama I guess….well its certainly not fluff lmao XD