Blaine's POV:

"I can't believe you're doing this," Heather balanced Caden on her hip, "There are a million and five ways that this could go wrong."

"It's a housewarming party, what could go wrong?" I fixed my tie in the mirror.

Tonight was Phoebe and Damien's housewarming party and I was nervous to see Phoebe. Heather refused to go with me and I didn't want to bring Elizabeth into this. I needed answers to what happened, I couldn't be the only one confused about the kiss. Plus Charlie was in town and I wanted to see him. He had called me to tell me that Darcy was pregnant and they were looking for apartments in New York. I didn't know that a baby could grow in a hostile environment –kidding – I was happy for my best friend. Charlie wanted me to set up an interview with my boss to see if he could get a job in the company when they moved to New York.

"How does Elizabeth feel about you going to your ex-fiancée's housewarming party?"

"I didn't tell her about the party."

It was shitty of me, I knew it, I just needed to find out the truth before giving up on my relationship with Elizabeth. She was a nice girl who would make any guy happy.

"Your daddy is an idiot," Heather wiggled her fingers at Caden.

I frowned, "He's beginning to repeat whatever he hears and idiot doesn't need to be in his vocabulary."

"It does when it comes to describing you."

I was late and not in the mood to argue with Heather again about tonight. I kissed Caden on the cheek, then stepped around Heather to grab my phone and keys.

"See you later."

My taxi pulled up to the curb in West Chelsea and my nerves flew. What if she didn't want me here? I could walk in and Phoebe could tell me that everything was a mistake. There was only so much heartbreak a guy could take.

"Are you getting out?" The taxi driver glared at me from the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, sorry," I slid my card to pay, "Thanks."

Security checked the guest list to make sure that my name was on it before pointing me towards the elevator. I stepped on with a few other people who either lived in the building or were on their way to the party as well. Their apartment was the penthouse and it was everything that I expected it to be. It was more luxurious than the apartment the two of us wanted, that was a given, this place was gorgeous. I tried not to salivate at the state of the art security system that wasn't supposed to be released until next year.

Phoebe was surrounded by people that I didn't know, but her eyes lit up when she saw me. She excused herself from her entourage and made her way towards me. Batman raced by her and began jumping at my feet.

"Hey buddy," I picked Batman up.

He began licking me all over my face, a surprise because he and I didn't end on the best of terms. Caden had begun to ask for pets and I wanted a dog, but Heather didn't want to be the one stuck with taking care of him.

"Robin is going to be happy to see you too," Phoebe stepped in front of me.

"He probably doesn't even remember me."

"He does," Phoebe smiled, "Batman just remembers you more. I think Batman purposely pees in Damien's shoes because he feels loyal to you."

I knew it was a good decision to buy him, "I was hoping that we could talk."

She looked around the room, "Do you want a tour of the apartment?"

"Sure."

I saw Damien across the room talking to Charlie. His back was turned to us, but Charlie and I made eye contact. He kept Damien engaged in their conversation as Phoebe led me up the stairs. There were photos of Damien and Phoebe everywhere along with their family and friends. It was weird seeing her with people that I didn't know anymore. Phoebe stopped at the top of the stairs to show me their entertainment room then led me to the bedrooms. As she showed me all of the bedrooms, all I could think about was throwing her onto the bed and taking her right now. The fact that she was wearing the tightest dress that I had ever seen wasn't helping me keep my thoughts platonic. Phoebe led me to the master suite's closet and I took everything in.

"It's really nice," I finally said.

"Thanks."

We stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"I was going to call. Am I crazy for wanting to be here?"

Phoebe shook her head, "I think it's better if we talk in person."

"Did you tell him?"

"I'm not stupid," she frowned, "You wouldn't be here if he knew."

"So why am I here?"

"That kiss shouldn't have happened. I'm engaged to Damien, we're getting married and he wants to have a baby now."

"So why am I here?" I repeated.

"Because I thought this is what I wanted. I really did, I wouldn't have said yes to marrying him if I thought that I still have feelings for you. Because I'm still in love with you. I don't know why, I really don't know why, but I am. Because I want you to tell me that the kiss meant something to you too."

Of course it did, it was nice to finally hear Phoebe admit that I wasn't the only one thinking about the kiss. I wanted to taste her again and from the look in her eyes, she wanted it too. I didn't want to waste any more time apart so I pulled her to me. Phoebe let out a sharp gasp and initiated the kiss this time. Her hands pushed me down onto the couch and straddled me. I watched amazed as she began undoing my shirt and tie. My hands found their way up her dress and I watched as Phoebe's eyes rolled to the back of her head as I fingered her. Phoebe grinded on my erection and I almost exploded in my pants. It had been a long time since I had any stimulation down there that wasn't my own hand. I wanted her so badly that it hurt.

Downstairs I heard a glass drop, bringing me back to my senses. We couldn't do this, it wasn't right. It took all of my will power to stop Phoebe grinding on top of me. I was too caught up in my lust for Phoebe that I didn't realize the people that we would hurt if we went through with this.

"I can't do this," I shook my head.

Phoebe froze, "What?"

"You're with Damien. I don't like him, hate him in fact, but I don't want us to be together behind his back. I want to be able to tell everyone that we're together. I want to be able to walk outside with you and be able to kiss you in public. We're upstairs about to have sex in the apartment share with your fiancé. This isn't how I want us to be together."

"It's not that simple."

"I know it's not," I lifted Phoebe off of me, "I don't want secrets between us this time. I swear this time will be different, which is why I have to break up with Elizabeth and you have to leave Damien."

"I can't just leave him!"

"Can't or won't?" I challenged her.

This isn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted Phoebe to profess her undying love for me and for her to run downstairs and tell everyone that the wedding was off. We stared at each other, breathing heavily. Just moments ago we were so in sync, but all I felt right now was distance.

"They're going to wonder where I am," Phoebe whispered.

"So let them."

"I can't ditch my own party," she said, "You have to leave first and then I'll come down."

"That's it?"

Phoebe's eyes did their best to look apologetic, "I don't know what you want me to say."

"That you're going to leave Damien. If you were so in love with him, then you wouldn't be up her with me. I feel like I'm the only one fighting for us and while you get the best of both worlds, I get nothing. I can't date anyone without comparing her to you. I can't get you off of my mind. I thought that you moving back here would be better for us. I love you Phoebe, I fucking love you!"

"I love you too," she whispered.

"Then leave him," I begged, "Be with me."

"What if we get together and it's like last time? I can't have my heartbroken by you again."

I held her hand, "I'm going to do everything in my power to never break your heart again, I swear to you."

"I'm scared," Phoebe to cry, "I'm so scared to let you in again."

She had every right and seeing how bad I broke her made me want to stab myself. I was going to do right by her this time, I swore to myself.

"I'll protect you."

"Okay."

Her voice was so quiet I almost didn't hear her. Phoebe looked up at me through watery eyes and she never looked more beautiful.

"Okay?"

Phoebe giggled, "Okay, I'll tell Damien that I want to end the engagement."

I picked Phoebe up and twirled her in my arms, she was going to be mine again. I didn't feel any sense of regret kissing her this time. I wanted to claim her in the closet, make her mine again.

"Tonight?" I broke away from her.

"After the party."

Everyone was wrong, we were meant to be together.

"I really have to get back," Phoebe leaned into my chest, "I just don't want to."

"I can't go back down with a raging boner," I rubbed myself against her.

"Patience," she kissed me.

Patience was all I had.

"I'll go down first," I kissed her one last time, savoring the moment.

I stepped out of the closet and made sure that no one else was in the room. I took one last look at myself then walked down stairs. Breathing, I stepped away from the last step and rejoined the party. Damien had moved on from Charlie and was talking to Teddy and Mr. Grey. I found Abby and my father standing together near a bar table. Abby may be social, but my father wasn't. He looked out of his element and very uncomfortable as Abby talked with one of the other guests.

"I didn't see you come in," Abby kissed my cheek as I approached, "Don't you love this place?"

I nodded, "It's really a great."

Whoever Abby was talking to before walked over resumed their conversation leaving me to deal with my father. My father and I haven't talked since the rooftop and from the look in his eyes, he had something to say. Luckily, I was saved by Charlie and Darcy walking over to us. I gave my best friend a hug and looked at Darcy.

"I hear the devil is getting a playmate."

She glared at me, "You were never funny."

"I'm just teasing," I gave her a hug, "Congratulations. Caden is going to love having you guys here."

"I thought he would be here. Where's Heather?" Darcy surveyed the room.

"She decide to stay home with Caden, we didn't want him out too late. She wants us all to have dinner tomorrow night."

"Sounds great," Darcy gave me a tight smile, "Now if you'll excuse me, I haven't seen Phoebe in a while."

I could feel my father's eyes on me, making me feel self-conscious. Before leaving Phoebe's closet I made sure that my shirt was tucked and my hair was fixed. Just remembering her hands in my hair made me want to go and find her.

"I think I saw her with her dad."

Darcy gave me a strange look, then headed off to find Phoebe. I needed a drink to calm my nerves so I excused myself. I felt my father follow me and he cornered me before I got to the bar.

"Don't be stupid Blaine."

"She's leaving him for me," I told him.

"She told you that because I just listened to Mrs. Grey go on for ten minutes about wedding details."

"She's going to tell him tonight."

My father gave me a look of pity, "And what're you going to do when she changes her mind?"

"She won't, now if you'll excuse me, I need a drink," I said before I stepped around him.

From across the room, I found Damien staring at me.