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"He's here Kurt. Kurt, he's here! Kurrrrrrrrt –"

"Yes Sugar I heard you he's here, send him up."

Kurt hung up his phone and unconsciously fixed his hair. Blaine was late but at least he'd shown. The door opened slightly and Blaine's head popped round, hair messy and the stubble from their first encounter was back.

Blaine argued silently in his head with weather he should apologise for being late or not, but before he got the chance Kurt ushered him in.

"Take a seat."

Blaine sat.

"So I think we need some rules."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. He wasn't a fan of rules.

"First off, I'd really appreciate it if you stopped walking out during our sessions. The receptionist gets some weird kick from it. Secondly, at some point we are probably going to get onto the subject of us. Not just us, but past relationships. I need to know you're going to be ok with me before it's too late to find you someone else?"

"It's fine."

"Right. Ok then. Have you thought any more about the group sessions for your anger management?"

"No."

"Well, maybe it would do you some good?"

Blaine just glared at Kurt.

"How are you feeling today?"

Blaine didn't answer. He slouched down slightly on the couch and started playing with his hands. He didn't look at Kurt until he spoke again.

"Blaine? Would you like to tell me what you're thinking?"

"I'm thinking this is a bit fucked up. What happened to you Kurt?" Blaine stopped playing with his hands and sat up, now leaning forwards to Kurt.

"Excuse me?" Kurt gave a warning look and Blaine tried to explain.

"I mean what is this? What are you doing?"

"I'm doing my job. I'm doing my job to help you save yours."

"I don't give a shit about my job."

"Well maybe you should start to. Is that it then? Had a bad day in work have you?"

Blaine didn't answer. He sighed and went back to his slouched position on the couch. He felt confused. He wanted Kurt to like him but it seemed that everything he said just offended him. He didn't mean the nasty tone when he spoke to Kurt; it just came out like that. Truth is, no matter what he tried to do lately he always ended up in trouble. He felt like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde expect the only one who ever saw his good side was his cat, and a couple of his friends. Everyone else got Dr Jekyll.

Blaine inhaled deeply.

"Kurt, can we start again? I feel like this whole thing is just a big mess. I want to get better, I do. I think I just got scared when I found out it was you and I panicked and now I think we need to fix it cause I like you Kurt and we used to talk all the time and I think it will be good for me so, please?"

Blaine had spoken very quickly and had mumbled some bits but Kurt thought he got the gist of what Blaine was asking. He looked up and saw Blaine blush. Kurt gave a small smile. 'I like you Kurt.' Kurt tried to calm his own reddening cheeks and held Blaine's gaze.

"I think that's the best thing I've heard all day."

"Tell me about yourself."

Blaine was glad he had managed to get his previous words out even if they were mumbled and rushed. At least Kurt knew now he wanted to work at this, at himself. He found it difficult talking about himself but he gave it a go.

"I'm Blaine. I'm 26. I'm an accountant. I have a cat."

"What do you like to do for fun?"

"I smoke. I drink. I have sex with strangers-" Blaine stopped remembering who he was talking to. He cringed at what he'd just said and chanced a look at Kurt who seemed to be slightly pink. He ruffled his hair with his hand and cleared his throat. "I mean, I'm trying to quit smoking, I don't drink that much and I er, I'm single." Blaine had decided that 'I'm single' definitely sounded better than 'I have sex with strangers.'

Kurt trying to remain professional even though he'd suffered a twang of jealousy didn't comment on what Blaine had just said. He moved on to the next question he had for Blaine.

"Tell me about your family?" Even as Kurt said the words he felt Blaine tense. He knew from their relationship that Blaine's family had always been a sore spot. He wasn't exactly expecting the next words from Blaine though.

"I'm Blaine. I don't speak to my mum. My dad's dead." Blaine's voice was controlled but his eyes were unfocused.

"Oh Blaine."

Before Kurt could stop himself he'd practically jumped up from his chair and joined Blaine on the couch. His brain quickly caught up with his actions though and he stopped himself just before he had wrapped his arms around Blaine. He was at work and no matter how much he wanted to comfort Blaine; that was not his job. His job was to speak about the pain in people lives and try and pull them through the heartache.

Blaine's body has tensed when Kurt had sat himself down so close. Their thighs brushed together on the couch and he could smell Kurt's shampoo. The smell of Kurt brought back so many memories of the two of them that tears welled in his eyes. Blaine hadn't cried in years. He hadn't cried when his dad died. He hadn't cried when his mother basically disowned him. He hadn't cried over the countless auditions that never lead anywhere. But Kurt, well his body had decided was worth crying over.

Kurt saw Blaine's eyes fill to the brim with tears before they rolled down his cheek. He wanted to wipe them away; he did the next best thing and offered Blaine his handkerchief.

"I didn't know you were so close." Kurt said, remembering all the times Blaine would talk about how he wished his dad would take notice of him.

"We weren't. You know what he was like Kurt." Blaine paused and wiped his tears away before beginning again, Kurt assuming the tears were for his dad. "He didn't even acknowledge my existence, I mean maybe if he had even been mad or abusive or anything I would have actually known he cared about me. But he didn't even pretend I was alive. Once id told them I was gay I lost my dad forever. He was already gone. When he died I guess he was just gone for everybody else as well."

There was a silence for a while, Kurt wanted Blaine to continue speaking, and he didn't want to interrupt if Blaine was willing to talk.

"I mean, I had already gone through the pain and the grief of losing my dad before he was even dead but my mum. Well, she blamed me. The coroners said it was an aneurysm caused by high blood pressure, caused by stress, caused by me." Blaine sat silent. The smell of Kurt was now calming him and he longed to be wrapped up in his arms.

Looking at Blaine like this did things to Kurt that he wasn't pleased about. He wanted to make Blaine feel safe, to hold him. To tell him it wasn't his fault. He wanted Blaine to know he had someone who loved him. Loved him.Kurt stood up suddenly. He shouldn't feel like this. It's been years and years. He couldn't let himself fall for Blaine all over again. He had been so hurt after what had happened…

Blaine looked a little confused as to why Kurt had suddenly hopped up from by his side but he decided not to comment.

"Can I go?"

"Are you sure? You still have a little longer left?"

"No. I want to go. See you next week."

"Bye Blaine, Thank you for today."

Blaine gave a sad smile and wondered what Kurt was thanking him for. Was it for opening up? Or just asking to leave instead of storming out? Whatever it was Blaine felt a little better that at least he hadn't left with Kurt mad at him. He walked out Kurt's offices down the wooden stairs past Sugar and out into the street. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket to get a cigarette only to realize he doesn't carry them anymore. He felt emotionally drained after his talk with Kurt and decided he needed some cheering up.

And what was he said he does for fun? Blaine smirked and got out his phone.