Chapter 3

When Blaine woke up, he had to squint against the harsh, glare from the fluorescent light in his room. The machines next to him beeped incessantly and he wondered how people ever slept in these beds. His eyes took a while to adjust but when they did, he saw Sebastian leaning over him, concern on his face.

"Sebastian?" he asked confused.

"I'm here. Hi." He said sitting down, grabbing Blaine's hand. Blaine tried to wiggle his hand away but Sebastian's grip was too tight. It didn't feel right. It wasn't Kurt's hand.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked.

Sebastian seemed to be taken aback.

"Because I care about you and you're in hospital."

"Is Kurt here?"

Blaine remembered Kurt's eyes. It was the last thing he saw. Shining with concern. Sebastian seemed hurt by the question.

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the door.

"I'm here."

Blaine's eyes filled with tears as they finally fell on the boy he had been yearning to see for the past two days. There was no way he describe the feeling bubbling up in his chest except pure desperation, pure love and pure need. Kurt came to the other side of his bed and Blaine held his hand out and Kurt grabbed it and pulled it to his lips, in the most intimate gesture Blaine had ever seen. He felt the hand around his other hand tighten.

"Sebastian, I think maybe it's time you leave. I want some time alone with Blaine please."

It wasn't hard to tell he did not want to go, but the look Blaine gave him was enough to convince him. He stood up and stepped out of the room. Kurt could see Puck glaring at the boy and Sebastian seemed to visibly wither. He could not help but grin at Puck's protectiveness over Kurt and Blaine's relationship. He slowly closed the blinds and he saw Blaine looking at him expectantly.

"Why didn't you tell me Blaine? Why did you never bring up the fact that your father was abusive?"

"It never seemed to come up. I didn't want to worry you," he said.

"Well you better get used to me worried because it's going to be a lot more prominent now."

"Now? Are you saying you want to get back together?" he asked.

Kurt paused.

"Look there can't be three people in our relationship Blaine. And how can I be with you if you need another person?"

Blaine seemed to be confused.

"Need somebody else? What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend you don't know. Sebastian told me all about it."

Blaine was sitting up now.

"Sebastian? What did he say to you? I've already told you he means…"

"Yeah nothing to you, I know. But do you know how it feels when your boyfriend kisses somebody that "means nothing to him" and then two days after you break up with him despite the fact you still love him, you're told by the guy he said "means nothing to him" that the guy you love says "I need you.""

Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's admission.

"Can you ask Sebastian to come in here for a second please?"

Kurt's eyes were full of tears and he hated breaking down. And he didn't want to in front of Blaine. Not now. So he did what Blaine asked him to. Sebastian was there in two seconds.

"What is it? Is there something wrong? Do you want me to get rid of the ex?"

Kurt could see Puck had heard it and was standing up, his fist balling up and his face murderous.

Before Sebastian could get pummelled by Puck, Kurt made his way to go.

"It's okay. I can leave you guys alone."

"No!" Blaine yelled and the pure desperation in Blaine's voice was so sad that Kurt almost had hope welling in his chest. Kurt turned back around.

"I want you to hear this Kurt. Sebastian, I don't need you. I don't want you. I don't like being around you if you are going to tell the person I love, lies. Understand?"

Sebastian looked completely stricken. Kurt couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I don't know what made you think I was interested but believe me I am not."

Sebastian looked like he was about to cry but then his face hardened and narrowed his eyes at Kurt.

"This is your fault. If you didn't come along then I would have had him."

And with that Sebastian punched Kurt and walked out of the room before Puck could react and take him down.

"Kurt! Are you okay?"

"I just got punched in the face. What do you think?" Kurt's sarcastic reply amused Blaine.

When Kurt was finally standing up Blaine reached for his hand. "Kurt," he said rubbing his thumbs over his hand, "I never told Sebastian that. I would never tell him that. Because it's not true. I only need you."

Kurt's eyes welled with tears but he turned away.

"Blaine, we need to reaffirm our relationship. I want us to stay friends for a while and then see where we're at okay?"

Blaine wanted to argue with this. He loved Kurt! He wanted to be with him all the time! He wanted to kiss him and hug him and cuddle after their intimate affairs. But he knew if he wanted Kurt he needed to prove it to Kurt. So he agreed. Kurt went to leave again.

"Don't leave me," he whispered. Kurt walked back to the seat next to the bed and stayed there. All night and the rest of the day until he knew Blaine would be okay.

The matter of where he was going after he was discharged was another question. His father hadn't been down to the hospital since he was there but Kurt sure as hell wasn't going to let him go back to the abusive jackass.

However, the next day, Blaine's mother, Belinda showed up, revealing she had kicked Blaine's father out and it was now safe for both of them.

Kurt was hesitant, but Blaine agreed only because it was really his only option at that precise moment.

Kurt and Rachel had both seen Blaine off before going to their own respective home. Kurt was far more hesitant to leave him alone but then he realised he was being far too protective and was strong in his determination just to be Blaine's friend right now. They could work on their relationship later. Despite the fact he wanted to work on it right now.

The next day was the first day Blaine had walked down the halls of McKinley without Kurt as his significant other. While Kurt's want to be friends was hard on Blaine, he would do it. For Kurt. For his soul mate.

When he saw Rachel and Kurt pulling down campaign posters over his recent loss, he felt thrill of the chase again. Of course, his chase had ended 2 days after it had begun when he told Kurt how he felt. Then they were together and it was perfect, but now the butterfly feelings in the pit of his stomach was a new experience for him with Kurt. And he enjoyed it. Kurt was him over which he did immediately.

"Now we're not together, I would like to tell you that sweater… not working for you," Kurt said.

Rachel looked at him sideways, shocked.

"Kurt," she hissed.

Blaine was also shocked.

'Now we're not together.'

It kept repeating in his head, stinging his heart ever time it started again. Blaine took off the grey sweater, revealing the bow tie and button up he was wearing.

"Much better," Kurt said.

He then turned and headed to French. Rachel put a hand on his shoulder.

"Remember, the break-up did a number on him too. And his sarcasm, we al know, is just a defence. Give him time."

Blaine nodded but the rest of the day he was hurt. Kurt was acting like they wouldn't get back together. And that afternoon Kurt hurt him even more. By choosing "My Heart Will Go On", to sing.

When it ended there were tears in everybody's eyes.

"What's wrong with everybody?" Kurt asked.

"Well," Puck began but his voice cracked a bit, "you and Blaine were like our power couple man."

"Sorry Rachel," Quinn joked.

"No," she said tearing up, "it's true."

Blaine reached for his bag, tears welling up in his eyes. They soon spilled over as he walked up to Kurt. Using all the courage he had left he kissed Kurt softly, then pulled back only to slap him and say, "my heart could never go on."

Gasps went up all over the room. But Blaine just looked in Kurt's eyes, driving his point home and then walked out of the room. Blaine could not believe he just said that. He had basically just said he would never stop loving Kurt. And as much as his logical head said he would never be able to promise that, he knew he would be able to. When he got outside to his car he collapsed. The tears came streaming down his face. He just hoped he hadn't lost something he could never get back.