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Chapter 12

"At least she didn't hit us before she left, Abu," Blaine was curled up on the couch with Abu, a mug of hot chocolate in front of him and a can of whipped cream in his hand. "What do you want to do today?" Blaine watched the dog blink a few times, "yeah. You aren't going to answer me. Notebook it is, then!" Blaine ran up to the TV with his guilty pleasure DVD in his hand – The Notebook. No one, not even Kurt, knew that he watched this movie when he was upset about anything.

He used to watch it at Dalton and Ardmore under the covers. Henry caught on quickly enough though, and he eventually allowed Blaine to watch it on the TV. Kurt never caught on though; because usually it was when they were fighting that Blaine would watch it.

Blaine flopped back on the couch and curled into a ball. He watched the movie in silence for awhile, sipping his hot chocolate and cuddling with Abu. "See Abu, I'm Ryan Gosling. I'm Noah Calhoun. Bryce is Lon Hammond. Daddy Kurt's Allie of course. But Noah loves Allie more than he can even verbalize, he loves that she's annoying. He loves that she pushes his buttons. But she doesn't always feel the same way back. See Abu, Daddy Kurt is better than Noah. Daddy Kurt deserves someone that can give him the things he wants. Daddy Kurt's parents would probably prefer Lon…Bryce. Lon would give Allie anything she ever wanted. And she does grow to love him, Abu, she really does. She loves Bryce." Blaine took a breath and grabbed the whipped cream, spraying it directly into his mouth, "and I know, Abu, I know, that in the movie he'd come back to me. But this isn't a movie Abu, this is real life. And real life means adult decisions. And that means Kurt marries Lon. That's all there is to it." He sprays more whipped cream into his mouth, "Want some?" he sprayed whipped cream in Abu's mouth, laughing as it got all over his nose. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Abu?"

The puppy turned his head to the side and just looked at Blaine without blinking.

"I've gone nuts. When Kurt comes to sue for custody of the dog they'll find that I'm too crazy to take care of you and then they'll take you! The only other person that lives here. And then I'll be officially alone. Maybe I can find an old house to restore. And then when Kurt is getting dressed for his wedding he'll see a newspaper clipping and return to me." He took yet another shot of whipped cream, "Sound good, Abu?"

The dog continued staring.

Blaine felt the tears well up in his eyes again, "But Kurt doesn't even read the newspaper! He's never going to see it." Blaine buried his face in the cover, sobbing, he only came up for more whipped cream. Abu nuzzled next to him, licking at his hands, trying to comfort him.

Kurt ran up the stairs as quickly as possible, Santana drove him back to the apartment, but left him outside. She knew they had to be alone.

He landed outside the door and tried to open it, but found it locks. He quickly pulled out his keys and opened the door slowly, not wanting to scare Blaine in any way. What he heard broke his heart. Blaine was sobbing somewhere in the apartment, and he could hear Ryan Gosling yelling from the television.

Kurt rounded the corner to the living room, and saw the worst thing he'd ever laid his eyes on – Blaine was curled on the couch looking small and alone. Abu was curled next to him, and Kurt never loved the little dog more. Because Blaine deserved someone there for him, even if it was a puppy.

But for the first time in a month, Kurt felt like he was doing the right thing. Because even if Blaine thought he was strong, the fact that his shoulder were heaving with sobs and he still hadn't noticed Kurt standing there proved that he was lost.

And showed Kurt even more that he royally fucked up.

"Baby," Kurt wanted to sound strong, but it came out more as a strangled sob, "Baby, please stop crying."

Blaine tried to stand, but he only got his legs straight when Kurt straddled him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders, feeling the heaving sobs return.

"Kurt, I'm so happy you're here," Blaine cried into his chest.

Kurt felt the scratch of Blaine's plastic bracelet from the hospital on his neck, "I'm so sorry. So, so, so sorry Blaine. I can't believe I wasn't there for you. I can't believe I was such an asshole, baby." Kurt pulled him closer, wanting Blaine to feel the love he had. He wanted to put everything he ever felt into the hug. "I'm sorry."

Blaine pulled out of the hug and looked up at Kurt, his eyes still shiny with tears, but the sparkle back, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't take better care of myself. Now we're going to be out money and it's going to be even harder."

Kurt looked at the boy and shook his head, "You stop it. Stop it. This is all my fault. You can't take any credit for this train wreck." Kurt leaned down and capture Blaine's lips in his own. He didn't want to push Blaine too far, he didn't want him to think he was coming home just for sex.

Blaine didn't deepen the kiss, but he did continue it, folding his hands into Kurt's hair and turning his head.

Kurt tasted the salt from Blaine's tears and pulls back, leaning his forehead against Blaine's, "Baby, why are you crying?" Blaine looked so lost, so tired, and so delirious that Kurt really had no idea what was going on in the curly man's head.

Blaine shoot his head slightly, wincing when he broke contact with Kurt, "I thought I lost you. I thought you found someone who was better for you. I thought you'd leave me like he always told you to do." Blaine gave Kurt a watery smile, "He's a good looking guy. I really thought there was a chance."

Kurt laughed, "You thought, just because the guy is cute, that I would leave the most perfect man in the entire world." He figured flattery and groveling were his best options right now. He moved to sit next to Blaine, who immediately laid his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I mean just because I am attracted to him doesn't mean I would leave you for him." He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.

Blaine stiffened, "You're attracted to him?"

Kurt didn't want to lie. "I think he's attractive."

Blaine shifted so that he was on his knees facing Kurt, and gently touched his face, "Kurt, tell me everything because if you lie to me, we won't be able to be fixed. If you tell me everything now we can fix it. I don't care if you married him and adopted a baby in the past few weeks. We can work through that. But don't lie to me and let me find out about it. That can't be fixed."

Kurt didn't want to look into Blaine's eyes and tell him that he almost let Bryce kiss him earlier today. But Kurt knew Blaine, and he believed him when he said he wanted the truth. "Blaine…I am attracted to him. A lot, actually." Kurt thought he probably should have let that little fact out. "And Blaine…today, I could have let him kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me. But he didn't," Kurt clarified, "I am attracted to him, Blaine. But I don't love him, I don't have the capacity to love anyone but you."

Kurt hadn't noticed, but Blaine and stopped touching any part of Kurt's body, and was now staring at him, "You really wanted him to kiss you?"

Kurt hadn't realized he said he wanted Bryce to him. "Maybe that came out wrong."

Blaine stood, "No. No it didn't."

Kurt couldn't move, "Blaine, you promised me you wouldn't be mad."

Blaine hated himself for being angry. He knew that he promised Kurt that things could be fixed even if he married Bryce. "Kurt, I'm not really mad. I just…I don't want you around him."

Kurt nodded, "Of course. I'll never stay at his apartment again. I'll come home between work and rehearsal. I'll do that, Blaine."

Blaine shook his head, "No, Kurt. That isn't enough. I want you to quit."

Kurt's head snapped up, "You want me to quit the show?"

"Yes. I want you to quit the show. I want you to come back and work so we can be more comfortable. I want you to separate yourself from him until you aren't as attracted to him." Blaine bit his lip and looked up, "Kurt I know it seems like I'm being unfair. But you were being just as unfair to me."

Kurt couldn't believe what he was saying, "You really want me to miss out on the one opportunity I have? The one thing that is going to make my dreams come true?"

"There will be other opportunities, Kurt. But if you stay in this play that will ruin us. I know myself, and I will believe the worst at all times. Kurt, you can't do this."

Kurt stood, anger boiling in his stomach. How dare Blaine try to take away his one bit of happiness? "You know what, Blaine? This show is the only thing that makes me happy anymore. It makes me feel like my life has a purpose. And Bryce told me that you'd try to take my dream away. I didn't believe him, but it appears he was right."

"The one thing that made you happy?" Blaine was yelling at this point, and it was one of the only times he'd ever raised his voice with Kurt. "What about me? What about our life? That doesn't make you happy?"

Kurt's anger took over, and he no longer could help the words that came out of his mouth, "No, Blaine, we don't really make me happy anymore. I'm sick off working my ass off for no benefit. I'm sick of having to share my cell phone. I'm sick of eating Easy Mac for dinner. I want to be someone that has an apartment that doesn't have broken guitar strings and empty cereal boxes laying around. I want to be an adult!"

"We are adults! You live in a fantasy world where we move to New York and with no work we both end up sipping cocktails and eating at 5-Star restaurants." Blaine ran his hands through his hair, "But Kurt, your happiness means more to me than all of that. If you aren't happy, I'll let you alone. I'll give you and your attraction and your dreams plenty of space."

"You have the guts to talk about no work? How many songs have you written since we've been here?" Kurt started straightening the pillows. All of the imperfections of the living room stood out among the clutter.

"A lot, actually. I'm just too busy working my ass off to do anything with them." Blaine threw a notebook towards Kurt, "There are four more of them in the bedroom."

"So that's my fault too? It's my fault that you can't take care of yourself. It's my fault that you get jealous over my simple attraction. It's my fault that you act like a fourteen year old boy." Kurt stood and took a step towards Blaine, "You know, maybe the reason I was so attracted to him was because he acts like a man. He is responsible, he works for his dreams, and he has really good taste."

"WE DO THE SAME FUCKING JOB," Blaine screamed, walking towards the bedroom, "But you know what? You want to be with someone mature like him so much? You want to know what it's like to live with a man who cares more about his career than his own boyfriend? Fine. I'll leave." Blaine started throwing clothes into a duffle bag. "I'll be out of your way, and you can fuck him whenever you want without feeling guilty. I'm sure you already have." Blaine put a leash on Abu.

"I'm going to want to see him," Kurt said, the only thing he can think of to make Blaine stay longer, because this cannot be the way it ends, with them both feeling angry and betrayed over a few hurtful words.

"Why? Because you are so close to him. Let's try something." Blaine bent down and took the leash off, "Call him."

Kurt knelt, "Abu, come here." The dog wandered behind Blaine, shielding himself from Kurt, "Abu! Come to Daddy Kurt!"

He didn't move.

Blaine put the leash back on the puppy that is now licking his face happily, "See? Even Abu doesn't know who the person if front of him is."

"Where are you going to go?" Kurt felt lost.

"Why should it matter to you? But I'm going to my grandparents. They won't be happy to see me, but hopefully they'll let me stay until I get some money of my own." Blaine looked like there was more he wanted to say, but refrained.

"What if they don't let you?"

Blaine opened the door, "Then I'll go back to Lima, and be exactly what you said I am. A loser who doesn't want his own dreams to come true. But at least I'll know I didn't knock people over to get there."

Kurt just watched Blaine pick up his bag, "Blaine, we can fix this…"

Blaine turned, "I love you."

He closed the door and Kurt heard Abu let out a happy bark – he thought he was just going on a walk.

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