Kurt was nervous on Wednesday, waiting for Blaine's father or mother to get back to him about the party. He had been thinking about it since he left those messages, wondering whether or not he had done the right thing.

Blaine didn't actively talk about his parents, so Kurt didn't really know what kind of relationship he had with them. Maybe they had just lost touch, Kurt really hoped that he had done the right thing. He thought about what Brooke had said to him about telling Blaine, but at the moment he would just wait for them to message him back before letting his boyfriend know.

Work wasn't as busy on Wednesday and Thursday, because the magazine editing had been completed, so his department didn't have that much more things to do with it. Blaine had spent lunch time with him and Camille those two days in the lunch room. And they had made plans to have a date night on Friday.

Blaine had also surprised him with a visit on Thursday night, Kurt had smiled so widely his face started aching. They watched hours of comedy movies, laughing their asses off together and then sharing sweet kisses over ice cream before Blaine left.

Kurt could never have imagined that he and Blaine would have this good of a relationship, it was working for them now. As long as they were honest and told each other everything, they would be okay.

But Kurt sighed then after Blaine had gone home, he wasn't being completely honest with Blaine about what he had done. Should he come clean and just talk it out with him? Probably would be best.

He would discuss it with Blaine tomorrow on their date night, he would get it all out in the open.

Blaine felt on top of the world this week. He and kurt had been spending a lot of time togrther, and it was so domestic and so nice, Blaine could really see himself living with kurt in the future.

On Friday morning, he sent his usual good morning text to kurt, and a promise to see him later. The graphics department at work had a full busy day today, so he coudn't spend lunch time with Kurt. It was date night anyway, and Blaine had planned to sneak home befroe going to Kurt's and pick up a bag with a few clothes, hoping that Kurt wouldn't mind him staying the weekend again.

When 4pm came and everyone started to pack up for the day, Blaine had a smile on his face thinking about all the awesome times they were going to have this weekend. He had just got back to his car when his phone buzzed, he plucked it out of his pocket with a smile.

'Seems like Kurt can't wait either' he thought to himself as he looked at the screen. It wasn't a message, it was an email notification.

He furrowed his brow and opened the email, before freezing in shock. Why the hell did he have an email from his father?

He opened it as he swallowed hard.

'Blaine, i recieved a message from a friend of yours on Tuesday about some kind of pary of yours. Sadly i will have to decline the invitation. You know how i don't like to travel long distances, heard you're living in New York with your sister. Send her my love.'

Blaine's breathing picked up as anger flooded his system. Friend? What friend? Did Kurt invite his father to the party? Behind his back?

Blaine threw his phone down on the seat next to him and let out a loud yell of frustration. Why? Why on earth would his boyfriend, his soulmate, the person he wanted to spend his entire life with, do something like this without telling him?

He reigned in his anger and sadness and then started his car, and he was probably speeding through the city on his way to Kurt's but he didn't care, he needed answers.

Kurt still hadn't received any messages or phone calls from either of Blaine's parents come Friday lunch time, so maybe they really didn't have a good relationship with Blaine. Kurt didn't know what else he could do.

He would just tell Blaine tonight and they would work something out together.

When Kurt got home from work on Friday afternoon, he set about getting ready for their date. He made sure his hair was fixed nicely and was just about to go and get dressed when he heard his apartment door opening. He frowned as he glanced at the clock, Blaine was early.

Very early.

He walked to the door with a smile, ready to joke with his boyfriend about how he couldn't wait a couple of hours for their date, but when he saw the expression on Blaine's face and the slam of the door when he closed it, Kurt knew something was wrong.

"Blaine, is everything okay?" He asked with a frown, moving a little closer to his boyfriend.

"You wanna explain to me why I got an email from my father to say he can't make it to my birthday party?" he said with a glare as he crossed his arms, "what the fuck Kurt?"

Kurt looked at him, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. No, no, no, that couldn't be happening. Why the hell hadn't Blaine's father answered him instead?

He took a breath and knew that the only thing he could do was be honest.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wanted to surprise you, so I reached out to your parents, but since none of them answered, I assumed they wouldn't come, but I was gonna tell you tonight. Don't be mad, please."

"How the hell did you get their contact info?" Blaine asked, but before Kurt could answer, he shook his head. "You know what? I don't care. What I do care about is you going behind my back to invite people that I don't want there."

"I didn't go behind your back." Kurt said softly, as if he was explaining something to a small child. "I wanted to surprise you with the best of intentions..."

"No one is doubting your intentions, Kurt, that's not what it is." Blaine cut him off. "The problem i have with this is that you hid it from me. I asked you to only invite the people I love, but you didn't listen to me."

Blaine's hands clenched into fists on either side of his body. Every time he remembered his father's email and how stupid he had felt, he wanted to break something.

"They are your parents." Kurt tried to justify himself. "I thought you guys would have had a stupid fight, but that doesn't mean you don't love them. And it's not like I could know that you didn't want to see them though, because you've never told me about them."

"You thought? Jeez, Kurt." Blaine ran both hands through his hair, clearly frustrated, as he started to pace the room. "Do you wanna know the truth? I hate my parents. Not everyone can have parents like yours!"

Blaine hated his parents. Kurt couldn't imagine how bad it was between them if his boyfriend just screamed that he hated them. Kurt didn't understand how anyone could hate their parents, but then not everyone had parents like him, that much he knew.

This was a disaster. His parents were supposed to contact Kurt, not Blaine. But it had taken the wind right out of his sails now, because he had every intention of telling him tonight. And now Blaine was here, angry, hurt and explosive and Kurt didn't know what to do. He felt like an idiot standing in front of him.

"And that's reason enough not to talk about it?" He tried to reason. He needed Blaine to understand. "We have a relationship, we are supposed to share that kind of thing."

"We've only been in a relationship for a month, Kurt." Blaine snapped, as if that amount of time was suddenly insignificant or not enough. "And I've shared things from my past with you. Things that hurt me. But this is on a whole new level and I don't like talking about it."

Kurt was starting to feel attacked, and that belief that Blaine didn't trust him spread throughout his body as if it were a disease.

"The least you could have done was tell me that!" He cried out. "The one time I mentioned your parents you got out of bed and pretended nothing had happened. If you had told me you didn't want to talk about it, it would have been enough. Do not trust me?"

Blaine stared at him in disbelief, and the anger he felt inside grew.

"Don't turn this around and make it sound like i'm the one in the wrong here. Of course I trust you, but don't pretend like you wouldn't have pushed me to contact them even if I had told you about them. I know you would have."

Kurt had had enough. He wasn't worried about Blaine anymore, he was angry now. How dare Blaine accuse him of pushing him to do anything.

"When have I pushed you to do something you didn't want to do? What are you talking about, Blaine?" He waved his hands.

"Well, this stupid party for one...I don't even know why I agreed," Blaine huffed out laugh that was anything but amused, "And now you're trying to meddle in my life."

Kurt took a step back, because he felt like Blaine had hit him. His boyfriend, his soulmate, was implying that his life was none of Kurt's business?

"I'm meddling in your life? Wow, I'm sorry, I thought I was part of that life. Maybe it was my mistake, because if i meant anything to you, you would've trusted me enough to tell me something like this." He hit back, even more angry now that his feelings were hurt.

Blaine only glared at him more.

"Don't make this all about you!" Blaine yelled at him and Kurt stomped one foot.

"I'm not making it about me!"

"Yes you are," Blaine yelled even louder, "you're saying that i don't think you mean anything to me, this isn't about us. This is about the fact that you have reached out to the two people in my past who i never talk about, hoping that it was just a little tiff that drove us apart, and you weren't even going to talk to me about it first."

"I would have told you about it tonight, i was planning on it." Kurt glared at Blaine as he walked around shaking his head.

"You should have told me about it before, i would have told you it was an awful idea." Blaine turned and pointed at him, gritting his teeth as he growled the last words.

"Well, i didn't know it would be such a big deal okay, we don't talk about them." Kurt crossed his arms with a huff, "I know nothing about your childhood or your parents, or your life when you were a kid, so if i made a mistake, then i'm sorry, but how was i supposed to know?!"

Kurt didn't understand, Blaine thought, shaking his head over and over. His parents were a dark part of his past, and his relationship with Kurt was the brightest light he had ever had. He couldn't contaminate it, he wanted to leave Kurt aside and focus only on their future.

"Just because we're together doesn't mean I have to tell you every single thing about my life. My parents have nothing to do with my relationship."

"Your parents are an essencial part of who you are, for better or for worse. You saying that something like that is not important, shows that you've never been in a relationship."

That hurt Blaine. Kurt knew he felt insecure about it and was using it against him, he did feel a little bad about the little bit of light that died in Blaine's eyes when he said it.

"Better having not been in one than stuck in one you don't want for 3 years." Blaine replied with more venom than he intended.

Kurt gasped, the guilt from hurting Blaine just a second ago, vanished. Was Blaine really going to get Jamie involved in this? Was he reproaching him for having settled for so long?

"Really? You know what? You've been obsessed with Jamie since the first day I told you about him."

Blaine snorted as he looked mildly amused byt that, but before he could interject Kurt carried on.

"And for your information, he didn't have a good relationship with his family either and he always refused to talk about it. It seems I have a type." Kurt said with his voice dripping in sarcasm and Blaine's temper flared again.

"Don't you dare compare me to that asshole." Blaine warned him.

"Why? You're the one who mentioned him in an attempt to distract from the real topic here."

"Stop blaming me for everything!" Blaine yelled. "And don't play innocent... you've been comparing me to Jamie for a while, I've seen it."

"What the hell are you talking about? I've never done that!" Kurt threw his head back, desperate.

"You do it all the time, it's tiring and offensive."

Kurt laughed, but there was not a bit of amusement in his reaction.

"You're paranoid, and I think I know why." Kurt started with a venomous smile on his face, his defences had gone up around his heart now, and it turned his voice a little cold as he approached Blaine, "You've never been happy, you've never had anything good in your life and now that you finally have it, you feel the need to sabotage it because you think you don't deserve it. This is you running away from this!"

Blaine's angry mask dropped a little at Kurt's words, and if Kurt's defensive walls had any cracks in, he would have seen the amount of damage he had done to his boyfriend. But Blaine was quick to shake off the pang of pain within his chest and narrowed his gaze at Kurt.

"Me running away?" He asked rhetorically, "So you going behind my back to contact my parents, and me getting upset about it, is me sabotaging our relationship and running away. Wow, you're a bitch."

Kurt almsot growled at what Blaine called him, but before he could take a breath to fire something back Blaine was speaking again, a low voice and a really angry look on his face.

"You'd like that, right? Me running away, throwing all of this away?" Blaine said as he flung his arms out, "And then you can finally tell everyone that you were right from the start, that I can't be in a committed relationship."

"Commited relationship? Do you even know what that is? You hide things from me and accuse me of meddling in your life, but you have the guts to say that I'm gonna go around showing off and saying 'I told you so' if you let me down?" Kurt screamed, his face red with rage.

"Come on, Kurt, you've always thought that if something happened it would be my fault, and since I walked through this door you've done nothing but throw things at me."

Blaine was backing down a little, and his eyes had hollowed and were set in a hard glare. Blaine was back to not letting himself be open and feel anything now. Fear paralyzed Kurt for a second, he had always hated that far away look on his boyfriend's face, but pride got the better of him. He wasn't going to back down, he had been hurt and he was embarrassed and angry.

"If this is too much for you, if all those promises of the future weigh too heavily on your shoulders, you can leave, but I want you to know that I'm not going to run after you."

Blaine stared hard at Kurt for a second and then shook his head with an angry scowl as he turned around.

"Fine, you know what? I'm going. And I don't fucking need anyone to chase me!" he yelled loudly as he slammed the door closed behind him.

The dead silence in the apartment was deafening, all Kurt could hear was white noise and his own heartbeat for a few seconds before he screamed to himself in frustration.

Blaine was hyperventilating, he knew he was. After he had jumped back into his car, his tyres screeching as he tore away from Kurt's building quickly, he took a few minutes to speed back through the city towards his place, and then he though better of going back home. there was a bag of clothes waiting at his apartment and he knew if he went back there, it would only remind him of things that were supposed to happen tonight.

Things he had now totally destroyed.

He parked the car down in the district, once the car had stopped he began pounding his hands onto his steering wheel and screaming to himself until his voice broke and then the tears started.

He sobbed as he clung to the steering wheel, but anger took over again a few minutes later and he started kicking and punching things in his car. He got out after another 10 minutes, thinking a walk might help clear his thoughts a little. He sniffled as he wandered down a street he hadn't been before, coming to a park at the end of the street.

He walked to it, and entered the little play area, just as it started raining. He didn't care though, he sat on one of the swings there, and whined to himself as he started crying again. How could he have let that get so far? Why had he thrown Jamie into Kurt's face?

But Kurt had also thrown his past in his, and the fact that he didn't know commitment before this.

That still stung. Those words were so cold, they were hurting even now. The anger in Kurt's voice had really made Blaine afraid that he would lose him now.

He sighed as he sniffed, wiping his face and his nose on his jacket sleeve, as the rain became heavier and soaked through his clothes. But he didn't move. He couldn't move. He could only think about Kurt, and how horrible he had been.

Did he really call his boyfriend a bitch? He shook his head as he became angry at himself. You don't call people you love names. So stupid. Kurt would probably leave him now, Blaine had acted like a child during that fight. He was so mad and hurt, he threw a hissy fit. That's not how adults are supposed to resolve issues.

His anxiety went up as he thought back to the email. His throat burned and his eyes were streaming with water, some rain and some tears mixed in as he opened his mouth and screamed into the empty air of the park. After the scream stopped his throat rattled and he swallowed against the soreness.

Dammit. He had to grow up a little bit, and stop letting his hatred for his parents destroy everything in his life. Kurt would never look at him the same way ever again, those angry hurt eyes that Blaine had caused haunted his mind.

It's all his father's fault, that man had a habit of getting underneath Blaine's skin, he created a rage inside him that would never go away.

He had to fix it. But would Kurt want to talk to him anymore? Finn will probably be on his way over to kick his ass.

He had to try though.

He got up off of the swing and rubbed his face as he walked slowly back to his car. He was wet and hurt, and his eyes were sore as well as his throat, but he drove slowly back to kurt's place. He had promised Kurt that he would go away and always come back.

As he pulled up to the building he took a deep breath.

He had left. Blaine had actually slammed the door and left. And what now?

Kurt knew that couples argued and a fight didn't mean that it was all over, but this one had escalated pretty fast and they had ended up attacking and really hurting each other.

He found his hands were shaking. He didn't want to cry, but a while ago he was going to spend Friday night with his boyfriend and suddenly their relationship was hanging by a thread and his world was threatening to crumble.

The tears started before Kurt knew it. He wanted to get to the couch and snuggle there, but suddenly he didn't have the strength to move, so he slid down the wall to sit on the floor, and by the time he pulled his phone out of his pocket, he was already sobbing.

He needed to talk to someone, and as he waited for them to pick up, Kurt put on the speaker. He was using his shaking hands to wipe away the tears that kept falling.

"Hey honey bunch, wasn't expecting a call from you. Thought you would have been all over somebody else?" Came Dylan's teasing voice on the other end.

"Dyl..." Kurt said with a whine. "He left."

"Kurt? Who left? What happened sweetie?" Dylan's voice turned concerned.

"I just wanted... I didn't know that things were so complicated... I was going to tell him, I swear... I don't understand how this happened..." Kurt blurted out while more and more tears wet his cheeks, unaware that his words made no sense.

"woah woah sweetheart, take a deep breath...I don't understand, what's complicated?" Dylan asked sounding frazzled like Kurt was.

Kurt took a deep breath. His friend wasn't going to be able to help him if he couldn't form at least one whole sentence.

"I invited Blaine's parents to the birthday party and he found out before I could tell him." He confessed, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

"Oh sweetheart, I know you had good intentions with that. Blaine should have realized that."

"Yeah. The fight got out of hand, we were yelling and I told him if this was too much for him, he could go."

A sob and a lot of fresh tears interrupted Kurt, who had to wait a few seconds until he could continue speaking.

"I-I thought he would get mad and keep yelling at me, but not that he would actually go. I don't know what to do now." He wrapped his arms around himself, looking for some comfort.

"Oh Kurt, I wish I was there right now...oh baby don't cry, you'll make me cry- Hey!" There was a noise on the line and a little argument before Nate's calm voice came through.

"Kurt, calm yourself down baby. It won't do you any good."

"Nate?" Kurt asked as he wiped his tears with his sleeve. "Shit, I didn't mean to upset Dylan, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about him, worry about yourself. I need you to stop talking for now and just breathe with me okay?" Nate told him, still with that calm voice.

"Okay."

"In and out, slowly, deep breaths okay babe?"

Although Nate couldn't see him, Kurt nodded, closing his eyes and focusing on Nate's soft voice. He took several deep breaths, sucking in air through his nose and releasing it through his mouth until he felt a bit better.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks." Kurt said with a hint of a smile. "It's not the first time you've done this, is it?"

"No babe, maybe I should have taken a course in psychology...apparently i'm good at it." Nate said lightly.

Kurt sighed. Now that the tears had stopped, he could feel the thoughts rushing through his head.

"What should I do? I know I'm putting you in a tight spot because Blaine is your best friend, but I needed to talk to someone and-"

"Easy, easy. It's okay." Nate interrupted before Kurt's anxiety went back up again, "I'm glad you called us, if I can help you then I will. It's okay."

"I shouldn't have tried to reach out to his parents, right? I just thought... I've had a lot of fights with my dad and we have spent days, even weeks without talking to each other, but it's my dad... I just wanted to give him a chance to fix things with them." Kurt explained.

He was playing absentmindedly with a piece of lint on the floor, which was a sign of how sad he was. Kurt Hummel didn't play with dirt.

"That's out of your control though sweetheart, I know you like to think being with his parents would be like you are with yours, but Blaine doesn't talk to his family. he never has since I've known him. Only his sister."

"Brooke warned me it wasn't a good idea, but I didn't listen to her. I never listen." Kurt snorted.

"It's not your fault. you were trying to do the best you could with limited information available." Nate said, still in that calm tone of voice, that kept Kurt's emotions in check, "Blaine explodes when he feels like stuff is out of his control, but i'm sure when he calms down he will see you meant well."

"Okay. I hope you're right, because... I can't lose him." Kurt said in a small voice, noticing his throat clench at the simple thought.

"That man loves you Kurt, you won't lose him over this."

"Thanks. I needed to hear it." Kurt sighed as he got to his feet. "I think I'm going to wash my face and take out the food that I put in the oven a while ago, because it must be already scorched and I don't feel like calling the fire department." He tried to make a joke to reassure Nate, but he really wasn't in the mood.

"Alright then, if you need us anymore tonight don't hesitate to call."

"You're the best, guys. Can you give Dyl a hug for me?" Kurt asked, feeling a bit guilty for making him feel bad.

"I will. Take care baby."

"You too. Bye."

Kurt put his phone on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen when he heard a knock on the door.

For a moment, he thought he had imagined it, but then he heard it again, a little louder this time.

Kurt walked slowly towards the door. He didn't want to get his hopes up, it could be anyone. Besides, he had a key. But when he took a deep breath and opened the door, Kurt found Blaine, totally crestfallen and wet from head to toe.

Blaine stared at his boyfriend for a few seconds, taking in his red eyes and wet face, flushed cheeks and sad gaze like he had fallen apart, and it made Blaine's heart hurt.

"Kurt, i'm sorry." He said in a soft voice, eyes brimming with tears again, "i'm so sorry."

Kurt looked at him, feeling relieved. Blaine was back. They could fix it because he was back.

He gasped a few times, not knowing exactly how to start.

"Why did you knock? Why didn't you use the key?" It was the first thing he managed to say.

Blaine gave him a watery smile.

"Because, it's up to you to let me in. I didn't want to just stroll back in like I didn't just break your heart and expect you to want to talk. If you want me to come in and fix this I will, but if you want me to leave I can. we can do it another time."

Kurt knew they had to talk. There were a lot of things to work out between them, but right now he needed to do one something.

He approached Blaine and wrapped his arms around him.

Kurt held him tight against his body, as if he was afraid someone would come and pull him away from him again.

"I'm wet." Blaine mumbled against his shoulder, even as he wrapped his own arms around his boyfriend tightly.

"I see." Kurt laughed a little, noticing his own clothes glued to his body, but he didn't let Blaine go. "Why are you wet, by the way?"

"It's raining." he mumbled again, without letting go either.

It was raining? Kurt had been so focused on his own drama that he hadn't even noticed. It seemed appropriate though... maybe the rain had put out the fire of Blaine's rage.

Fire.

"Oh, crap." Kurt pulled away and ran into the kitchen, where he turned off the oven just as some dark smoke started to come out of it.

Then he went back to the door and threw himself into Blaine's arms again.

"Sorry. I had our dinner in the oven and I think it's spoiled."

"I'm so sorry, I ruined everything."

Kurt wrapped his arms more closely around Blaine's neck, burying his face into his neck. He was getting his face wet, but he didn't care. Better that than the tears that fell for it just a few minutes ago.

"We both did, I guess."

"We can fix it." Blaine said finally pulling his head back and looking at Kurt's face, "we can fix us."

Kurt nodded, brushing a wet curl from Blaine's forehead.

"You came back, so yes. We can fix anything."

"I promised I would." Blaine said with a small smile, although his eyes were a storm of raging emotions.

Kurt sighed, and held out a hand to Blaine.

"Do you want to come in?" He asked with a pout, but his eyes sparkled with hope.

"Yes, I would love to come in."