A/N: Klaine + being awesome friends for Tina.
Tina doesn't need a man. She's the heartbreaker now.
But she finds herself leaning her forehead on Blaine and Kurt's wreath-haloed door, without knowing how she got there except a vague impression of walking the New York streets alone - tired, so tired. It's hard having to be alone. Her dark hair curtains her face from sight, so when Kurt suddenly opens it she tumbles, headlong, into their snug foyer. Or she would have if Kurt wasn't there to catch her, and they both stumble, left, right, left again; Kurt finds his feet first, and props her up, tilts her chin up. Tears bead on her eyelashes.
"Tina! Tina, what's wrong? Oh, you did it. Tina."
"What's wrong?" Blaine, suddenly very alert, pops up from behind Kurt. "Queen T. Honey. Did you do it?"
"I did it," Tina sniffles, wiping at her red-rimmed eyes with the back of her hand. "I told him it was over and he cried and he begged me to take him back, and then I cried. What if I'm going to be alone forever?"
"No, you're not," Kurt says briskly. "He doesn't deserve you or your love. At. All." He points those last two syllables up, knife-sharp.
"Can I stay here?" Tina pleads, looking around their place; it's small, cupboardy, and cozy. She can smell Kurt's apple pie candle. "I can't stand being at home. I told him he had to start packing tonight."
Blaine pulls both Kurt and Tina into his hug so she's leaning against his chest. Kurt stands on her other side to wrap a comforting arm around her waist, and Blaine kisses the top of Tina's head. "We're going to marathon sappy movies and eat ice cream and cookie dough all night and talk. You won't be alone, Tina, not with us here, not ever."
"You two are my best friends ever," and Tina's smile trembles at the corners as she snuggles in, more tightly, into the warmth of Blaine and Kurt's arms. "But only if we watch some Hannibal first. "