"Hi Santana" Blaine said, smiling carefully. He didn't know what mood Santana was in and he didn't want to cause a fight this early. Santana wasn't his biggest fan and he didn't want to make this more awkward than it already was.

Santana smirked and said, "So, what brings you to New York? Did Lima run out of hair gel?"

Blaine chuckled. "No, there's still plenty of hair gel left. I uh, I'm here to see Kurt."

Santa smiled. "Yeah, I heard about that. Trouty Mouth called."

It's not like Blaine was surprised that Sam had called Santana. Sam loved calling people and talking to people, his phone bill must be incredibly high every month. He was just a bit surprised that Santana still wanted to talk to Sam, after the whole feud over Brittany. Santana stepped to the side and let Blaine in. Santana closed the door with a slam and Blaine looked around and was a bit surprised when he couldn't see Kurt anywhere. The apartment wasn't big, so it was definitely a surprise.

"Oh, he's in the bath" Santana suddenly said, as if she could read his mind.

"Oh okay." There was an awkward silence as Santana walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, leaving Blaine a bit confused about what to do.

"So, how's Lima?" Santana asked, while Blaine was still standing up, confused about whether to sit down or not.

"Lima's pretty okay. Glee club's fun, me and Sam just did Dang-"

"Oh god Blaine, I don't actually care." Santana said and interrupted him. "I was just trying to make small talk to make you less uncomfortable, because it's obvious that you have no idea what to do with yourself right now."

Blaine just nodded slowly and said, "So uh, where's Rachel?"

"Probably doing her boyfriend, who cares?" Santana said and rolled her eyes.

Blaine felt the tension rise and he didn't want to bother making small talk anymore. It wasn't paying off anyways. Santana seemed hell-bent on making him uncomfortable, even thought she'd stated otherwise. Blaine sighed and it made Santana look at him and sigh too.

"Listen Blaine, I don't hate you. Yes, sometimes I do think you're annoying and you use so much hair gel that I'm worried about your brain cells and you have an incredibly large collection of bowties even though they're totally lame, but I don't hate you. Even if you might think so. And I kinda like you and Kurt together, I mean, you make each other happy. So please don't fuck up again, okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Thanks Santana, it means a lot coming from you." He smiled and continued. "And I won't fuck it up. But hey, I'm not the one who had a date tonight, right?"

Santana sighed. "How do you know? I don't remember telling Trouty that"

Blaine shook his head. "No no, Sam didn't say anything. I ran into the guy outside the subway. He was on the phone and I overheard his conversation and kind of figured out that it was about Kurt."

"Did he have an annoying British accent?"

Blaine nodded and Santana said, "Yeah then it was probably him. Didn't think you'd find out about that. How… uh…" Santana sighed. Blaine knew she wasn't good with emotional stuff so he smiled and said, "I think I'm fine. But I don't know. A part of me feels a bit let down and upset. But I'm mostly determined to make everything okay. But it hurts a bit, that he had the intention to be with someone else tonight."

Santana opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when the bathroom door opened and Kurt walked out.

Kurt wasn't sure of what to do, and from the looks of it Blaine clearly wasn't either (trying his hardest to look anywhere other than at Kurt) so Santana muttered something to Blaine before exiting the room, making sure she gave Kurt her best 'if you don't start talking to him soon I will go SO Lima Heights on your ass' look on her way out.

Kurt cautiously walked over to Blaine, "So. You're in NY. In my apartment. To see me." Kurt said, his voice sounding colder than he had planned it to be. "Way to state the obvious, Kurt," Blaine muttered, rolling his eyes. The atmosphere was growing exceedingly more tense before Kurt heard Blaine exclaim "Fuck this!" before striding over to Kurt like a mad man and kissing him. The kiss lasted no longer than about 30 seconds before Kurt pulled back. Blaine swore he was never taking relationship advice again from Sam, this so wasn't the romantic gesture he hoped for. Blaine yet again was at a loss for words, the long speech he had perfected whilst he was on the long plane journey had vanished and he was left looking at Kurt like a deer caught in the headlights. Kurt figuring that he had to say something soon before the awkwardness returned. This was not going like he planned. He planned on talking to Blaine, seeing if they could work through their issues but instead Blaine had decided to go all DIVA on his ass and kiss him before they even had a chance to exchange small talk.

"Blaine... I don't even know what to say. When I first heard you were coming I immediately didn't want you to because I knew the moment I saw you again I wouldn't be able to say no to you. It's always been you, and the worst part is that you know it as well. I can't even try to convince you otherwise, God knows I've been trying to for weeks!" Kurt smiled slightly and Blaine who still had quite a confused look on his face.

"Well if all that is true, explain one thing to me. Adam."

Kurt sighed, not wanting to look at Blaine. "How… how do you know?" He said quietly.

"Does that really matter?"

Kurt shook his head, still looking at everything in the apartment apart from Blaine. He couldn't stand facing him.

"Then please, explain it to me Kurt, because I really don't understand."

Kurt sighed, not wanting to have this conversation at all.

"It's complicated. I mean… I met him a while ago and we just became friends instantly. I didn't know that there were deeper feelings until a few weeks ago. But then I met you at the wedding and…"

"So you'd already gotten feelings for him before the wedding, yet you still slept with me?" Blaine said sternly, interrupting Kurt.

Kurt just sighed and continued. "And when I met you, I was so confused. When I came back to New York I saw Adam and it just didn't feel right, but I was so scared. I was so scared to give you another chance because I didn't want to get hurt again. And I had no idea you were coming here Blaine."

"So now it's my fault? It's my fault that I interrupted your little date when trying to make a big romantic gesture?" Kurt could hear the anger in Blaine's voice and he took a deep breath. This wasn't going like he'd wanted it to, no definitely not. He'd imagined that they'd be sat on the couch catching up and discussing everything that had happened in each other lives since they'd last seen each other. But he'd been wrong. Instead here they were, having a pointless argument in the kitchen, while Santana was hiding somewhere and Rachel and Brody were still going at it in Rachel's room. You'd think they'd stop to get some food once in a while, but no. Savages. Kurt shrugged by the thought of Rachel and Brody and was snapped back into reality by Blaine's angry voice.

"Kurt, are you even listening to me right now? God, here I am, trying to make it all okay and I'm fucking pouring all my emotions out and you're not listening to me. You know what, I'm done. I can't do this." Blaine threw his hands up in the air, signalling that he was lost for words and didn't know what to do anymore. He was, as he'd so nicely put it, done with Kurt. And it was all Kurt's fault.
"Blaine, please" Kurt pleaded. "I don't know why I invited Adam here tonight. I just… I needed someone and he was there. He meant nothing to me, not really. He was just so different from you and it felt like what I needed at the time. I had no idea you'd come here tonight and I didn't mean for you to find out, I never thought you would." Kurt looked at Blaine, who stared out the window.

"Yeah? Well, I did and I fucking wish I hadn't." Blaine shouted and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. All the slamming and shouting lead to Rachel opening her bedroom door, looking at Kurt questioningly. "Kurt, wha-"

"Stay out of it, Berry" Kurt snapped, before turning around and headed to his room where he hoped Santana would be. He was in need of help and she was the only one he could turn to. Desperate times, indeed.

Before Kurt had the chance to even say anything, the look on his face gave him away and Santana immediately grabbed his hand and pulled him onto her bed. Kurt felt numb. He couldn't even shed a tear because that wouldn't change anything. Blaine was gone. Again. There was nothing he could do about it. All the anger left him as Santana abruptly shook him by the shoulders, "What the hell was that Hummel? He comes in here in true dramatic Blaine fashion all ready to confess his man love for you and all you could do was make excuses about Adam?! I know Blaine cheated on you, and that sucks, hell if Brittany had ever done that to me I'd be a mess but at least he is trying. He's doing more than just trying, jeez Kurt all I've wanted is for Brittany to do the same for me, can't you even see how lucky you are?" Kurt couldn't help but smile, even though he was clearly having some form of meltdown Santana was still able to make this about herself and Brittany. Her words had some truth though, Kurt was lucky. Lucky to have the man of his wet dreams trying to fix their relationship instead of just running away like Kurt had been trying to do since they broke up.

"What am I supposed to do Santana? I can't exactly just go and run after him, New York is a big city in case you haven't already noticed." Santana rolled her eyes at his sarcasm and then smirked, "That's why they invented phones, Hummel."

Kurt pulled out of his phone about to text Blaine but Santana grabbed it before he had a chance, furiously typing at the keys before passing it back to him.
"What the hell is wrong with yo-" Kurt stopped midsentance looking down at the text Santana had sent Blaine:

I'm sorry, I love you. Adam was a poor replacement of you and you know that's true. You know me more than anyone. Where are you? I'll come find you. I love you.

Kurt smiled slightly to himself, wow, Satan had feelings. Who knew?

Blaine was furious. He was so angry and let down and upset and just… GAH he couldn't even name all the emotions that he was feeling. Suddenly it was HIS fault. It wasn't Kurt's fault, no. Kurt hadn't been an asshole planning a date with another guy, no no it was just Blaine who was an idiot and decided to show up uninvited. Fuck's sake. Blaine sighed and sat down on the stairs outside a building not far from Kurt's apartment. A part of Blaine didn't want to believe that it was really over, which was why he hadn't left the area already. He could've gone down the subway and already be in central New York with no problems. But no. A part of him wanted to work it out. He sighed again and felt his phone vibrate. It was a text from Sam, asking how things were going. Sam had ended the text with about 5 different happy emojis. Blaine couldn't help but smile. He pressed the call button and felt calmer as he heard the dial tones.

"Dude, what's up? I thought you'd be too busy with Kurt now to be calling me!"

Blaine took a deep breath. "Yeah, things didn't go exactly as planned. Kurt had a date."

"Whoa whoa, what? Man, what? What?"

"Sam, you sound like a record that's stuck on repeat."
"What?"

Blaine laughed. "Kurt had a date, with the British guy. I met him outside the apartment."

"Damn, that's unfortunate." Sam said and Blaine just nodded. He knew Sam couldn't see it but it was the only thing he could do, he didn't know what to say. Blaine heard Sam whisper something to someone else and he heard a muffled voice asking what was wrong.

"Sam, where are you? You're not alone, right?"

"I'm at school dude, just chilling in the choir room. And nah uh, Finn's here. Is that cool man?" Blaine closed his eyes for a second and tried not to sigh. Finn was basically Kurt's brother. He couldn't possibly tell him how angry he was at Kurt. He wouldn't understand.

"Yeah it's cool."

"Uh, can I put you on speaker? Finn wants to say something" Blaine could hear the nervousness in Sam's voice and he said, "Yeah, sure."

He heard a muffled sound, then he heard nothing for a bit but suddenly he heard Sam's voice. "Damn, pressed the wrong button. I accidentally muted you for a while dude, sorry."

Blaine couldn't help but smile at Sam's ridiculousness. "No worries."

"Hey man"

"Hey, Finn. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, just wanted to see how you were. So uh, Kurt had a date huh?"

Blaine sighed. "Yeah, with a guy from NYADA. Apparently they've been dating since before the wedding."

"Oh, but didn't you guys, you know…"

"Yeah, yeah. But apparently that didn't matter to him."

There was a silence and then Finn sighed. "Jesus Christ he's an idiot at times. I mean, he's my stepbrother kind of and I do love him but he's such an idiot. It makes me so angry, god."

"If you're gonna kick something, give me a heads up so I can move out of your way first yeah?" Sam said and Blaine couldn't help but laugh.

"Dude. Not funny" Finn said and Blaine could imagine Finn glaring at him.

"What am I gonna do?" Blaine said, changing subject again.

"Be honest with Kurt, tell him how you feel and if you love him, find a way to work past this. You've both made mistakes. Move on" Finn said, making it sound a lot easier than it really was. Or maybe it was that simple and Blaine and Kurt were just making things more difficult? Maybe they just created more drama than what was necessary?

"Yeah I agree with Finn. Kiss and make up. And what else it is you do. Just work it out man. You guys belong together."

"But what if we can't sol-"

"Hey, just listen to these very wise words: "I've made mistakes, time after time, but no not here today, won't leave til I find what I'm looking for. I'm only here to find you, all I need is you by my side". That song is basically about you and Kurt man. Go work it out."

"Sam, did you just quote Justin Bieber?" Blaine asked, smiling.

"Dude, that kid is the bomb." Sam said and laughed.

They finished the phone call and when they hung up, Blaine got a text message. From Kurt. He read it over and over until he knew it by heart. He looked towards the apartment building and sighed. He didn't know what to do. Should he walk towards the subway or towards the apartment building? He thought about the quote Sam had mentioned. There was only one thing to do. He got up and started walking.