"You said move on where do I go? I guess, second best, is all I will know... 'cos when I'm with him, I'm thinking of you

You're like and Indian summer in the middle of winter, like a hard candy with a surprise centre. How do I get better once I've had the best?" Katy Perry – Thinking of You

Xxxxxxxxxxxx Kurt's Pov xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Kurt Hummel was pacing around his kitchen. He had decided to cook Adam a sweet, romantic meal (not in an attempt to stop thinking about Blaine, he assured himself) and had banished Rachel and Brody into their bedroom, not that they protested, and Santana was well... Who knew where Santana was? When she wasn't looking through their things or bitching at Rachel about Brody she was rarely at home. This suited Kurt just fine, however much he loved Santana he didn't love her stealing his pillows and drinking the last of the milk. Kurt was undoubtedly a lover of big romantic gestures, but everything he had ever done in the past had been for Blaine, knowing exactly what he'd like. Adam was different thought, they'd only known each other for a few weeks - a month at a push and he had absolutely no clue if he'd like this or not. So, instead of setting the table calmly waiting his arrival, Kurt had resorted to pacing.

Adam was late, 6 minutes late to be precise. Blaine was never late, in fact Blaine was often unfashionably early which Kurt couldn't help but find adorable. Kurt inwardly groaned and buried his face in his hands. This was ridiculous! He wasn't with Blaine anymore, he couldn't possibly be, once a cheater always a cheater - that's what they all say. Even so, he couldn't deny that Blaine had been on his mind ever since the wedding, he was just about to give in and reply to one of his many texts (some extremely cheesy, even for Blaine) when the doorbell rang.

"Saved by the bell," Kurt muttered to himself, swinging the door open to see a grinning Adam who promptly thrusted a bunch of flowers into Kurt's hands. He couldn't help by smile back at the now blushing Adam before swiftly kissing him on the cheek and ushering him into the apartment.

He kissed my lips I taste your mouth, he pulled me in I was disgusted with myself

"Oh Kurt! This is so lovely, when you said dinner I expected takeout and a cheap bottle of wine, I didn't think you'd cook for me!" Adam exclaimed looking around the candlelit setting of the kitchen. He pulled Kurt in for a kiss to which Kurt was slightly taken aback by. It was nothing like kissing Blaine. Sure, it wasn't bad, but he didn't get the butterflies he got every single time Blaine kissed him. He broke away from the kiss, mumbling something about not wanting the chicken to be overdone but really he just needed a second to think. Was this really what he wanted? If he was completely honest it wasn't, but him and Blaine were never, ever, ever getting back together. Thank God for TSwift Kurt thought, as he placed the dinner on two plates and headed back to the table where a rather anxious looking Adam was seated.

He gave him an apologetic glance and sat down in his chair, silently hoping the ground would swallow him hole so he could escape this awkward dinner. Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Adam interrupted him. "Look, Kurt. I like you - I think that much is obvious but I'm not so sure you feel the same way about me. I mean, we enjoy each other's company, have a lot of fun together and I love being around you Kurt, I do, but lately it seems as if you're just always thinking about something else... Or someone else, and I think we both know who that person is. You've been acting weird ever since you got back from the wedding and my guess is that it has something to do with Blaine."

Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry. You're right.. I am thinking about Blaine, but mostly because of his constant text messages and Sam trying to get us back together. That doesn't mean that I don't want to be here, with you. I wouldn't have cooked you dinner otherwise, would I?" Kurt gave Adam one of his famous Kurt Hummel eyebrow raises to which made Adam's smile reappear slightly. His hand reached across the table to grasp Kurt's tightly just as Santana burst through the door.

"SANTANA! That was yet another perfectly nice moment you ruined! Why are you even home so early?! I thought I told you yesterday about having Adam over tonight and how I explicitly stated that You. Could. Not. Be. Here!"

Santana rolled her eyes, seemingly not fussed at Kurt's outburst and grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him into her bedroom leaving a confused Adam at the table with an indignant expression on his face. Kurt was just about to bitch at her again about ruining his date, not to mention manhandling him, but he barely got a few words out before she stopped him. "Jeez, save it Little Hummel, we have bigger problems to worry about. It seems that Trouty Mouth decided to spill to Blaine that you were having late night dinner dates with the British Babe in the kitchen and apparently he's had some kind of breakdown and is now flying all the way here to confess his undying, man on man love for you," she finished glancing quickly in Kurt's direction to gage his reaction.

Kurt's mouth open and closed for a few seconds before mumbling, "wait... How did Sam even know about Adam and I?" At least Santana had the decency to look a little sheepish when she explained exactly how Sam knew the recent updates in Kurt's love life...

- Flashback to Wednesday afternoon -

Santana sighed, it was early afternoon and she was bored. Kurt and Rachel were at NYADA undoubtedly rehearsing some ridiculous overdramatic diva duet that they'd be sure to show her at some point and she didn't (or even want to) know what/who Brody was getting up too. She had the sudden urge to FaceTime Brittany and talk about.. Well, everything really. There was nothing Santana couldn't speak to her best friend about, even though they were no longer together no matter how much Santana wished they were. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, she was starting to sound like Kurt.. Or even worse Rachel. Gross. She shuddered at that though before picking up her phone and calling Brittany.

Her smiling face greeted Santana, clad in her ever present Cheerio's uniform, and wait, was that Blaine in the background also wearing a Cheerio's uniform? Santana couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Blaine in short shorts, his ridiculously pale legs almost glowing in the bright-lighting of the choir room. All the insults floating around in her head about the aforementioned Blaine Anderson were soon forgotten when Brittany's sweet voice floated through the phone's speaker.

They spoke about Glee Club, the Jake/Marley/Ryder love triangle that was currently going on... Santana even tried her very best not to cringe at the mention of Sam, knowing Brittany deserved to move on, and Trouty Mouth wasn't that bad. Not really anyway, despite the stupid haircut and his ridiculous inability to pass any exams. Soon the conversation drifted from Brittany to Santana, who didn't have a lot to say as truth be told, nothing very exciting happened in NYC. That's if you don't count Kurt's new man with the annoying British accent...

- Present Day -

Santana didn't mean to tell Brittany. Really she didn't, but she just didn't want to think Santana's new life was boring. She definitely couldn't have predicted Brittany telling Sam who then felt the need to open his stupidly large mouth and tell Blaine everything. She even felt a little bad about it, but, the damage was now done and all she could do was sit back and watch as the drama unfolded before her eyes, and she had to admit, she missed the Glee Club drama that was evidently ever present.

"You're gone, gone, gone away… I watched you disappear. All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart, there's nothing we can do…" Of Monsters and Men – Little Talks

"Blaine. I need to tell you something."

"I heard it from Brit, who heard it from Santana and I don't think Brit meant to tell me, it just kind of slipped out and I didn't know what to do but you're my best friend so I had to tell you. Blaine? Are you still there? Hello? Dude?!"

Blaine wasn't the kind of guy who hung up the phone on his friends. But he did yesterday. When Sam had told him the worst news he'd ever had. "Kurt's kind… I don't… He's seeing someone else." It had hit Blaine like a freaking train. He'd immediately sat down on his bed and felt hopeless. It was as if someone had dumped a ton of bricks on him. Pushed him off a cliff. He felt like shit, to be honest. He should've seen it coming, of course Kurt would move on. But with this guy? "He goes to Kurt's school. He's some British kid. Santana said he was lame." Like that was meant to make Blaine feel better? Santana thought everyone apart from herself were lame. Blaine sighed. Of course Kurt would meet a cool British guy the first year he lived in New York. The closest Blaine was to having a boyfriend was Sam and they were just friends, despite Blaine's massive crush on Sam. He'd never actually act on it, though. Blaine needed to stop being so whiny and emotional. Blaine sighed. He needed something that got him out of this dark funk… Blaine picked up his phone and looked at his recent text messages. He ignored the Kurt conversations; since that was just messages from Blaine to Kurt which Kurt hadn't bothered replying to. It all was so obvious now. Blaine almost felt like laughing. He'd been so stupid. He should have realized it sooner. He was just about to press play on his stereo and let a sad song fill the room when he heard the doorbell. No one else was home so he had no choice but to face whoever was at the door. Blaine walked down the stairs and opened the door without hesitation. He stared at the people outside his door before saying.

"Um, what the hell are you guys doing here?"

"We used to be, but now there's a separation between you and me" Cher Lloyd – Want U Back

Blaine looked around the choir room and sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't get it. What is this intervention for?"

"You, dude!" Sam said. "I can't handle you being sad anymore man, it's bringing everyone down." The rest of the glee club nodded and mumbled "yeah".

"So you all agree that I'm too sad? Maybe I have a reason to be!" Blaine said defiantly.

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Please, we've heard about you and Kurt. And frankly, it's no big deal. I mean, you cheated on him right?" She looked at Blaine and Blaine just sighed.

"Yeah, but…" He was interrupted by Tina who stood up and said, "NO. No more buts Blaine. You can't keep living your life like this. You skipped school today. Stop being sad and move on. Everyone is sick of this whining and "feeling sorry for yourself act." you've got going on. What happened to the Blaine that we all know? The diva?" Tina looked around the choir room and Marley piped up. "Yeah, um I mean, what happened to the fun and energetic Blaine?"

"Or the pathetic male cheerleader Blaine?" Kitty said and smirked.

"I miss the awesome and kickass second part of Blam" Sam said and looked at Blaine.

Blaine smiled a little and said, "Guys, that's all really nice of you. I think" he looked at Kitty and continued. "but I can't be any of those Blaine's right now."

"Then why not just be yourself?" a voice said. Blaine turned around and smiled when he saw Finn. He didn't even think before he did it, but he ran over to hug Finn immediately. There was just something secure about Finn. It reminded him of Kurt and of easier and better days. And maybe, he also felt a connection to Finn because of what Finn had been through. It wasn't like Finn was a pro at relationships either.

"Dude, you gotta cheer up. I know it's hard, but you can't keep being this low. It's affecting the entire group and that's really not good for Regionals. You have to get back to your normal self. This isn't it. You're not being yourself."

Blaine shook his head and whispered. "I just… I feel like I've lost myself. I feel useless." He looked down on the floor and he heard Finn sigh.

"JESUS CHRIST BLAINE. Don't do what I did, for God's sake. Don't become the guy that everyone feels sorry for. Trust me, you don't want to be that guy. It sucks. I felt useless but I only made it worse myself and you don't want to be pitied by people. Look at me Blaine. I have nothing. But I still manage to wake up every day and smile. And it's because of this glee club. Seeing you guys all the time makes me happy. It makes me stronger. And I know you feel the same way Blaine."

Blaine kept looking down on the floor, because he couldn't stand looking at Finn.

"I just… I can't…"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE." Blaine heard a loud thud and a stifled laughter from a girl, followed by a "holy shit that hurt, okay I'm fine I'm fine". Blaine looked up to see Finn limping around the choir room.

"What the…"

"Don't. I need to go see a nurse or something. Just promise me that you'll find yourself again Blaine. Please. Do it for me. For Kurt. If you love him so much, go get him back. It's not impossible."

"Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that the one you're looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see – you belong with me" Taylor Swift – You Belong With Me

"A DIVA IS THE FEMALE VERSION OF A HUSTLER"

The music was playing loudly and Blaine felt sweat dripping down his face. His punches got stronger and more powerful every time he hit the punching bag. Beyoncé was singing about being fierce and determined. Blaine was neither. He had to be. Finn was right. Blaine didn't want to be the guy people pitied, the guy they all felt sorry for. He wanted to be a leader, a diva, a fierce and strong guy. He grunted as he punched the bag hard and the chains rattled. He needed to get back to being himself. He needed to be Blaine again. And there was only one way to really be himself again. He needed Kurt back. They had to get back together. Kurt shouldn't be with a lame British guy… Kurt should be with Blaine… Why? Well, he was Blaine Anderson. Enough reason.

He panted as he ran through the school. Only five minutes before they all left for the day. Five minutes before they all left the choir room. Blaine burst through the door and no one noticed him, as they were all busy talking. "GUYS!" He shouted.

"Blaine, you're back!" Sam jumped up from his chair and hugged Blaine.

"I was only gone for two hours, Sam." Blaine smiled and Sam shrugged.

"I need to say something. I… I realized that you guys were all right. I was being a massive jerk and I just felt so sorry for myself and I guess it's a mix of feeling sad about Kurt and the guilt for cheating on him and the ridiculous assumption that we'd be okay just because we hooked up again. I just felt like an idiot. But you guys made me realize that I'm not. I'm not that person. I'm Blaine Anderson. Diva, fun and energetic, pathetic male cheerleader…" he looked at Kitty and she smirked. "and of course, a part of Blam." Blaine smiled at Sam. "I'm sorry I was letting my bad mood affect you guys."

"Blaine, it's okay!" Marley said and smiled. "We're your friends. We're always here for you, for better or worse."

"Yeah, though we prefer the 'better' part, to be honest. You were more moody than a pregnant Sue." Finn said and laughed.

Blaine couldn't help but smile. He had a pretty damn good life after all.

Sam closed his locked with a slam and ran after Blaine. "Blaine, wait up! Where you going dude?" Blaine turned around and smiled.

"I'm going to New York Sam, I need to get Kurt back."

"What? Are you for real? That's amazing dude, stoked! You guys are finally getting back together again!"

Blaine laughed. "Sam, let's not. I'm just gonna try to win Kurt back."

"YES! That's awesome. You have no idea how long I've been telling Kurt to…" he stopped speaking when he saw the look on Blaine's face.

"Telling Kurt what?"

Sam sighed. "Dude, sorry. I just kind of texted Kurt a few times to say he should give you a chance again. I just know how perfect you are for each other. I mean. You bros need to just hug it out. Or whatever it is you do when you're alone."

Blaine smiled. "Thanks man, I appreciate it, okay? Just let us handle it now. Oh I need to run, I have plane to catch." Blaine hugged Sam quickly and as Sam saw Blaine run away he smiled. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, it's me. He's taking a plane to New York tonight. He knows."

"Boy you can say anything you wanna, I don't give a shit, no one else can have ya. I want you back" Cher Lloyd – Want U Back