Many thanks to the readers, reviewers, and alerters. Seriously, you make a girl smile so wide with your reviews and alerts. Makes me forget that in my house, depression is all around. Also, sorry for not updating for a long time. Please forgive me.

~ Mar

Chapter Six: The Monster Is S-T-U-P-I-D

Velvet Margarita, 9:15. Los Angeles, California

"Wait Kurt!" Blaine called, completely too late. He watched Kurt push open the double doors and leave him all alone in the comfort room. He wanted to follow him. He really wanted too. But his feet and legs won't work. They felt like they were stuck on the cold pavement floor and no matter what he did, they wouldn't budge. It's like they have a mind of their own.

The words of Kurt suddenly rang inside his ears...'Remember you told me to leave? Well, I'm leaving so you don't need to be alarmed with whatever I write because I won't be writing any shit about you anymore.' It kept ringing as if it was on replay and the more he hears it again and again, the more guilty he felt.

Never in a millions years has Blaine Everett Anderson ever been rude to someone like he was rude to the Kurt. How could he ask someone to leave just because he did something that made him lose all his trust? He didn't even give Kurt a chance to at least explain what he meant. Instead, he becomes a living monster and terrorize the man with the use of his "silent treatment". In the end, it was he who was punished. Not Kurt.

Because Kurt's leaving.

And the monster likes Kurt.

It was weird how Blaine could go from hating a man so much to liking him all in a matter of hours. He was never like this before. This was all new to him. But then again, never in the past five years since his acting career began had a man or woman ever gave general concern to Blaine. Not Blaine the actor and singer but the Blaine who is just like anyone else. Searching for love. Searching for someone to love and someone to love in return.

Searching for the one.

Except Kurt.

The way he sounded and acted when he confronted the actor was nothing Blaine had imagined. Not only did the reporter apologized but reminded him that with or without his acting career, he will find the one meant for him. He sounded very sure of it. Not a single hint of doubt in his voice.

And that changed the way how Blaine looks at the man. He was wrong to think that Kurt is just another reporter who wants to write false rumours and gossips about him just to make money. He was wrong to treat Kurt with his famous "silent treatment". He was wrong to not give Kurt a chance to redeem himself.

He was wrong. He was wrong. He was wrong.

And now, Kurt is gone.

The one who seemed genuinely concern for him, besides Wesley, was gone.

I'm so stupid. Blaine thought, feeling the weight of his wrongdoings crushing his shoulders. I'm so fucking stupid.

Blaine was so deep into his thoughts that he didn't hear his manager barge into the comfort room with a look of confusion on his face.

"Blaine! What the hell happened here? Why did Kurt leave the restaurant? And why did he texted me that he is leaving?" Wesley asked, standing in front of the dazed actor.

Blaine acted as if he didn't hear anything from his manager. Honestly, he didn't really know how to answer. He looked down to the floor.

"BLAINE! What the hell is going on!" Wesley asked shouting. One thing that Wesley doesn't like is not knowing when something is going on. He always NEEDS to be in-the-know. Or he'll throw a major fit and by major fit, there is a need for a certain gavel.

"Nothing..." Blaine whispered, his head still down.

"The hell it's not just nothing! Kurt left! Care to explain that?" His manager shouted. Blaine shook his head. Wes sighed, massaging forehed. This is not good. This is fucking not good.

"I'm a bad person." Blaine whispered again.

Wes frowned even more and stared back at the man. "What the hell is that all about?"

"I told Kurt to leave."

"Why?

"Because."

"Because what? Blaine, I 'am not a psychic. Just, for the love of God, tell me!"

Suddenly, Blaine looked up and for the first time, Wes saw tears forming in the corner of Blaine's eyes. "Because I thought he would write rumours about me and I gave him the silent treatment."

Oh no. Not the silent treatment. Wesley thought.

"Blaine," His manager said, slowly, staring right at him. "I know you find it hard to trust people because of what you do and I know that a lot of people have hurt you because of your fame but you really need to learn that not everyone is out to destroy or use you. Kurt is not out to destroy or use you. I can see that in the minutes I shared with him.

Blaine sighed, feeling guiltier than ever. "I know that now, Wesley. And I'm sorry for doing what I want did. I really am. But now I just want to change what I did. I can't let Kurt leave. I just can't."

A wave of silence suddenly crashed over them. Blaine pondering on how he can get Kurt back. Wesley thinking of how to say his idea in a funny tone.

"Blaine, what you need to do is simple..." He said with suspense and didn't say anything else after that which prompted Blaine to say. "What?"

"Get that fucking curly head out of that sexy ass of yours and go find him!" Wesley said, nodding his head towards the door and added a reassuring slap onto the actor's face. The actor smiled. Blaine didn't need to be told twice.

I'm getting Kurt back.

Again. Sorry for not updating for a long time. TBC.

~ Mar