Hello everyone! Thanks for the reviews! I probably won't get to post another chapter until Monday because on Sunday I am going to see the Joe Moses One Man Showses in the city. I'll post pics of Ellen's Stardust Diner and the whole trip. :) Enjoy

Chapter 27

Kurt set down the coffee in front of Bryce, "Explain to me why I just found you there."

Bryce bit his lip and looked away, "I don't know why you're being down nice to me…"

Kurt glared, "Because Blaine's niceness rubbed off on me, and call me crazy, but I actually do have some heart for the downtrodden considering I was almost one a few months ago." Kurt also felt bad that for a week straight he'd hoped on every head-up penny, 11:11, and fallen eyelash that Bryce would get what was coming to him. "Who, may I remind you, would be very hurt if he found out I extended a hand of friendship to you." Kurt had picked a coffee shop because it was public, and because he didn't trust Bryce. "Tell me."

Bryce gripped his coffee cup with frail fingers, "Well, I have no doubt that you heard about the play and how I was unceremoniously thrown out on my ass," the play, after replacing Bryce, was now the best selling play on Broadway. "Before then I had these grandiose ideas about what my life would be…so I got a little carried away. I bought things I couldn't technically afford. Then a week before Christmas, my rent was due, and I didn't have anything to pay it. I couldn't pay my bills, I couldn't afford my car. They let me stay for a few weeks, but a week and a half ago, when my rent was due again, they told me I had to vacate. Everything I own is in a storage unit in Poughkeepsie."

Kurt saw the tiredness in Bryce's eyes, and wondered when the last time was that he got a good night of sleep, "Why didn't you call a friend and stay with them? Why go to the YMCA?"

Bryce gave a hollow laugh, "I'm kind of an asshole. I don't really...have too many friends. The first night I slept with a guy just to stay the night…but he got rid of me the next morning."

Kurt ignored that, "What about your family?"

"My parents live in San Diego. I don't have the money to go to California." Bryce finished his coffee, "They would let me move back in, they care, but they don't have a lot of money either. Flights are expensive, plus moving all of my stuff."

Kurt kept trying to figure things out in his mind. He knew that even though they had two extra bedrooms and a huge office, Bryce staying with them wasn't an option. "Well, can't you move back and worry about your stuff later?"

"I could. But if I had money for a flight, I'd have taken it." Bryce shook his head slowly, "How did my life fall apart so quickly?"

Kurt froze, and that thought terrified him. Two months ago, Bryce had everything going for him, now with one little mistake, everything was falling apart. Kurt rubbed the skin where his ring had been, would the same thing happen to him? He knew sitting here, talking to Bryce wasn't going to make things better for the pair, "I wish I could help you."

"But hewouldn't like it," Bryce said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm trying to change but sometimes my tongue gets the best of me."

"I know the feeling." Kurt stood, "Come with me." He knew what he was about to do probably wouldn't sit well with Blaine, but he needed to do something.

"Where are we going?" Bryce stood and grabbed his backpack.

"Do you have anything else at the YMCA?" Kurt held open the door and walked out into the blistering wind.

"No, you can't leave anything there if you go somewhere. It wouldn't be there when you got back." Bryce scratched at his face, and Kurt silently wondered when the last time he took a shower and shaved was. "Where are we going?" he questioned again.

"I'm getting you a hotel for two nights. Nothing fancy, and you aren't charging anything. You will treat the room as if it is a museum. Got it?" Kurt kept walking at a fast pace, not caring if Bryce had to jog to keep up.

"Why?"

"Because I won't be able to sleep tonight or tomorrow night if I know you are at the YMCA. I need to sleep so I can look refreshingly bright when Blaine comes home." Kurt smiled at the woman at the front of the Four Seasons and arranged for a room for Bryce. "And you sure as hell aren't sleeping in my apartment." He handed Bryce the room card, "Do you have enough money for food?"

Bryce nodded slowly, "But Kurt…two nights, I know you're just being nice but that means I'll lose my place at the Y and I can't…"

"It's two nights until Blaine gets here. I'm going to talk to him." Kurt rubbed at his temples, "If he doesn't kill me first. I'll see you Saturday." With that, Kurt walked out of the Four Seasons.

Saturday

Kurt still hadn't found his ring, and he wasn't fresh or bright like he'd hoped. But he was at the airport, ready to see Blaine.

He hadn't talked to him in nearly four days, and he knew Blaine was freaked out, but Kurt still couldn't charge his phone.

Blaine walked slowly through the terminal, there was a fear deep in stomach that Kurt wasn't going to be there. He had no idea why Kurt hadn't been answering his texts or why his phone calls were being sent to voicemail. Blaine nervously spun his ring and peered through the gates.

Kurt was standing there, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Blaine dropped his bag and ran for Kurt, catching him as Kurt ran into his arms. "Oh my god, Kurt," Blaine breathed into Kurt's neck.

Kurt legs were around Blaine's waist and he clung tightly, not wanting to face what was coming soon. Kurt had a plan – if he told Blaine about the ring and Bryce while in the airport, Blaine couldn't make too big of a scene. "I missed you so much…" Kurt tried to put his feet on the ground, but Blaine kept his hand firmly around his waist. Blaine kissed Kurt smoothly, relishing the feel of Kurt's lips against his own.

"Why didn't you answer your texts?" Blaine's eyes had unshed tears in them, and they were questioning, but still full of love.

Kurt felt his eyes fill up as well, and then he started laughing.

He'd been an idiot.

"I lost my engagement ring," he said through laughed, clutching onto Blaine, "I thought you were going to leave me…but being here with you makes me realize that I was just an idiot." He paused, "Oh, and Abu bit through my phone cord."

"You thought I was going to leave you because you lost a piece of metal?" Blaine put Kurt down and they looked at each other, and started laughing loudly. "Oh my god, Kurt, I thought you had fallen in a sewer pipe. We'll…get you a new ring somehow. I'm making more money thanks to this job." Blaine grabbed Kurt again, "Never scare me like that again, please?"

Kurt nodded, "Of course not. There's something else I need to tell you though, something…you're not going to like."

Blaine grabbed his suitcase, "Hmmm?" He really didn't care about anything bad now, Kurt had just been being an idiot. He held out his hand for Kurt, "It can't be that bad can it?"

"Who is the last person on earth you want to see?"

Blaine thought for a moment, "Mel?"

Kurt bit back a laugh, "Last male on earth you want to see?"

"Bryce?" Blaine stopped walking, "What about Bryce?"

"He's homeless…technically." Kurt tried not to look guilty, but he failed.

Blaine's eyes went wide, "Please don't tell me we have a roommate."

"No..we don't have a roommate…"

"But?" Blaine opened the trunk of the car and threw his bag in the car, "Kurt, just tell me."

"I paid for him to get two nights in the Four Seasons and I was kind of hoping we could pay for him to get a ONE WAY plane ticket to LA." Kurt said everything in one breath and then held his breath while staring at Blaine.

Blaine took his hands off the wheel, "You couldn't have brought that up while we were in the airport?"

Kurt just gaped at him.

"Look, if it gets rid of him, I'm more than happy to pay a few hundred dollars to get him the hell out of the same time zone as us." Blaine shook his head, "You need to stop expecting the worst out of me, Kurt."

Kurt felt bad, he really did. He knew Blaine was a better man than he was, but he hadn't quite expected Blaine to react so calmly.

"Kurt, I missed you so much these past few weeks…it made me realize that I don't want to fight with you over stupid things like metal or men that don't mean anything. I want to be happy with you." Blaine motioned, "Well, go get the one way, and I do mean one way, ticket."

Kurt leaned over, "Thank you for being so understanding," he kissed Blaine before running into the airport.

When Kurt got to the counter he smiled at the woman, "I'd like a ticket for your next flight out to San Diego, please."

The woman started typing on her computer, "Unfortunately, we have no spaces on flights until tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, I will take that," Kurt bit his lip and wondered if Blaine would be upset they were paying for another night in the hotel, but Kurt knew that getting Bryce out of the city was only going to strengthen them.

"Okay we have several flights leaving tomorrow afternoon, sir. Would you prefer nonstop?"

Kurt already felt the sting of Blaine not being by his side again, "I don't care."

"I have one leaving at 2:20, economy class, is that okay sir?"

"Beautiful." Kurt slipped her the card and flinched at the $400 charge. He grabbed the ticket from the woman, "Thank you!"

He all but ran out of the airport and back to the car.

"When can I drop him off?"

Kurt felt bad buying a ticket without telling Bryce, but the pure grin on Blaine's face was enough to make him forget that Bryce even existed. "Not until tomorrow. So we'll have to um, get him another night…"

Blaine glanced at the ticket, "Kurt, we can't afford another night there. Which reminds me, why did you pick an expensive hotel? Couldn't you send him somewhere not as nice?"

Kurt blushed, "I just…"

"You wanted to rub in that we finally have things going for us," Blaine teased.

"Fine, we'll let him sleep on the streets tonight…"

"No," Blaine corrected, "I was going to suggest that we let him stay in our small guest room."

"Now who's the one rubbing things in?"

Blaine put a hand to his chest and acted appalled, "I am doing this only for the goodness of my own heart."

"What did California do to my fiancé?"

"Calmed him down, a lot."

Later that Night

Kurt led Blaine and Bryce into their apartment.

"Look at you moving up in the world? Next you'll have a brownstone," Bryce surveyed the room, "Am I crashing on the couch?"

Kurt turned to Blaine, he knew the best way to facilitate everyone through this was to let Blaine do what he wanted.

"You'll be sleeping in the guest room." Blaine said plainly. Even though Blaine was trying his best, he really wasn't okay with the idea of Bryce being in the same house, zip code, or even Earth as Kurt. "I'm sure you'll want to go take a shower, so I'll lead you to your room." Blaine had spent the entire drive planning out exactly where Bryce would sleep. He put him in the smallest guest room closest to their room, Blaine wanted to keep an eye on Bryce.

But he had other plans as well.

"Blaine, thank you. I know you don't like me, and I caused so much unnecessary shit between the two of you, but I really want you to know this means so much to me." Bryce smiled and held out his hand to Blaine, who hesitated, but shook it.

"This is your room, Kurt washes the sheets weekly so they should be fresh. There is an extra toothbrush, razor, and bathing supplies in there. Do you have pajamas or….?" Blaine motioned towards his room.

"I don't..actually. They all got stolen," Bryce tried to keep a positive attitude, one day things would change for him, and he would get lucky.

Blaine frowned at the man. Sure, things had been difficult, but they were never that hard for either himself or Kurt. "I'll grab you some sweatpants and a t-shirt."

Blaine quickly crossed the room, and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. He wasn't getting anything of Kurt's.

"Thanks again, Blaine." Bryce shut the door and leaned against it, shaking a little.

Kurt was sitting on the couch with Abu, watching Blaine, "You're a really, really good person Blaine. I just hope you know that."

"I try," Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt and Abu. "I love you, and I know how much it would bother you if we hadn't done anything."

"I love you, Blaine."

Blaine and Kurt were curled together on the couch, Blaine was reading the newest Mitch Albom book and Kurt was playing Angry Birds on the Ipad.

Bryce didn't really know what to do with himself, but he figured holing himself in his room was out of the question.

When he walked into the living room, Kurt looked up, "Well, you certainly look a lot better!"

Blaine shot Kurt a disbelieving look, but quickly realized that he was just being nice.

Bryce eased up a little, he still didn't feel completely comfortable around Blaine, but he did care about Kurt. "Yeah. These sweats are a little short. I feel like I'm going crabbing."

Kurt giggled a little and rubbed Blaine's thigh, Do you want a soda? There's coke in fridge."

Bryce nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Be nice," Kurt warned under his breath, "He feels uncomfortable."

"Going crabbing? HE LOOKS LIKE HE HAS CRABS." Blaine hissed.

Kurt stifled laughter as Bryce walked back in, "So um…what should we do?"

Kurt shut off the Ipad, "Do you want to watch a movie or something?" He moved in Blaine's arms, so he wasn't in his arms but rather just leaning against him, Blaine went to complain, but Kurt just glared at him.

"Sure, that sounds good." Bryce settled on the chair, still looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Nose goes for who has to get the movie," Blaine declared, and to his dismay, Kurt was the last to do it.

"Alright, I'll do it. Kurt moved to the movie shelf, "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything." Blaine answered, sticking a post it in his book.

"Doesn't matter to me."

Kurt grabbed the first movie he saw and put it in the Blue-Ray player. When he turned the lights off it was a little dark so he lit candles.

"Well this is romantic," Bryce joked, still trying to lighten the mood.

Blaine pulled his knees up to his chin and tried not to laugh aloud that Kurt had chosen He's Just Not That Into You as his movie choice.

The three men sat there watching the movie, Blaine trying to contain his laughter the whole time, Kurt trying not to snuggle up to Blaine, and Bryce is trying not to feel jealous because he knows he shouldn't.

But god damn it his ankles are cold and he knows it is all Blaine's fault.

Eventually halfway through the movie Blaine stood, "I'm tired."

Bryce realized this was a sign for Kurt to go into the bedroom, but Kurt didn't move too quickly. He decided to lighten the mood, "Okay, goodnight Blaine and thanks again I appreciate it. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Kurt while you sleep."

Blaine glared at Bryce before giving a hollow chuckle. Kurt stood and yawned, "I'm tired too. I guess we should all go to bed."

Blaine watched as Kurt blew out the candles and turned the movie off. Even though he knew Bryce was joking, he had no trust in him.

Blaine waited until Bryce was in his room and then he put his plan into action. He pulled Kurt in for a deep kiss, "I've missed you," he murmured into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt moaned and drug his hands down Blaine's chest, "I've missed you too but we can't…Blaine. He's right there…"

Blaine bit down slightly on Kurt's ear, causing shivers to run down the taller boy's spine. "We have to be quiet though, Blaine. Like, really quiet."

Blaine smiled again and kissed Kurt, "I'll be right back," he gave Kurt another peck and disappeared out of the door, closing it behind him.

Blaine waited until he heard Kurt climb into bed, and then the master plan was in action.

Blaine started carrying everything he could find to the front of Bryce's door. Dining room chairs, the coffee table, plants, regular chairs, trashcans, and even Abu's bed.

There was no way Bryce was going to escape to either cover his ears or find Kurt the next morning.

Blaine quietly crept back into the master bedroom and found Kurt brushing his teeth. Blaine slid his hands down Kurt's pale back and brought them around the front, dipping his hands into Kurt's pajama pants.

Kurt groaned a little, putting his toothbrush down and spinning in Blaine's arms.

Kurt could feel Blaine's heart under his fingers, thundering just as violently as his own. Kurt's hand clenched into a fist in Blaine's shirt, pulling him in and crashing their mouths together.

Blaine moaned into the kiss and brought one hand to cup Kurt's ass through his pajama pants while the other one clutched desperately at his neck. The kiss was raw and needy and lots of teeth and spit and tongue. Both men knew it had been far too long and they both needed this, Bryce be damned.

Kurt bit down so hard on Blaine's lower lip that he could taste the blood, but Blaine only groaned at that and pressed them even closer together. He managed to convince Kurt to wrap his legs around him again, like they'd done at the airport. Blaine carried Kurt into the bedroom, towards the bed, Kurt assumed.

Blaine suddenly smashed Kurt into the wall behind them and he placed both his hands on either side of Kurt's face and leaned in to kiss him again. Kurt's hands were desperately roaming up Blaine's body under his shirt and Blaine's back arched as he grazed over a nipple with his thumb.

"Fuck, Kurt!" Blaine groaned loudly and started sucking feverishly at Kurt's neck. Kurt was panting, his hands reaching down between them in his desperate need to feel, to touch. He completely forgot about anything but Blaine.

He palmed Blaine's erection through his pants, making him groan loudly. Blaine too reached down to reciprocate, and groaned when he felt Kurt already painfully hard. Kurt bucked up into the touch with a cry of pleasure. Blaine pressed harder, causing Kurt to cry out louder.

Kurt immediately bit down on his lip, trying to quiet his moans as Blaine doubled his movements. "Let him hear," Blaine whispered hotly into Kurt's ear, "Let him know."

They rocked together into each other's hands for a while before Kurt was groaning loudly into Blaine's mouth, desperate for something more. He slammed his head into the wall, causing a loud bang.

Kurt looked up at Blaine through his wet eyelashes, his eyes blown with lust. Blaine shivered under the look Kurt gave him. Kurt pressed himself into Blaine, "Fuck me," he said loudly, "Please Blaine, fuck me."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulders hard, and pulled him in for another sloppy passionate kiss. He pushed Kurt's pajamas down, pulling back slightly. He stared down at Kurt's exposed cock and sighed adoringly.

"You're so fucking beautiful Kurt." he told him and pulled his own pants and boxers off hastily. He reached into the drawer beside them and pulled out a small bottle. Kurt knew they normally didn't keep lube there, but instead of commenting, leaned in to suck at Blaine's jaw while Blaine opened the bottle and slicked the fingers of his right hand up. He reached nudged Kurt's legs apart with the back of his hand and teased the entrance of his hole for a while, making Kurt squirm and whimper wantonly.

"You want him to know, don't you Kurt? You want him to know just how good I make you feel?" Blaine asked at the same moment he pushed the first finger through the tight ring of muscle.

"YesyesBlaine, more!" Kurt panted, eyes clenched shut at the sensation and Blaine moved his finger in and out slowly, moving it around in the tight heat, almost stumbling towards the edge as he thought of how that was going to feel around him after so long. "Blaine!" Kurt cried when Blaine found what he was looking for. He slid the finger out and then pushed back in with two, not bothering to go slow anymore as his need was becoming rather painful. Kurt seemed to think along the same lined because even though he hissed at the pain, he started fucking himself back onto Blaine's fingers, moaning loudly. When Blaine added a third finger, Kurt was almost crying as he cried out "Please just fuck me now Blaine!" into Blaine's neck.

Blaine didn't need to be told twice. He poured some more lube into his hand and slicked himself up almost greedily, throwing the bottle away behind his back. Kurt jumped up and threw his legs around Blaine's waist as Blaine pushed inside him, using the wall against Kurt's back as support. Kurt nearly screamed as Blaine slid deeper inside, and he buried his heels into Blaine's back to push him even further in. When Blaine was completely inside of Kurt, he paused, because even though he wanted to slam into Kurt, he knew he needed time.

Kurt whimpered, "Please Blaine, please."

Blaine slid almost all the way out of him before slamming back in, groaning at the friction. He started thrusting, slowly at first but after a while he picked up the speed, trying a new angle each time until—"OHGODBLAINEYES!" Kurt cried as Blaine hit his prostate, thrusting harder and faster as Kurt whimpered, his back hitting the wall hard each time and he tried to press down and meet Blaine with each hard thrust.

Blaine leaned in and stared sucking at Kurt's jaw, squeezing Kurt's hips so hard to hold him up that there would definitely be bruises later. He was desperate to come now, but he needed Kurt to come first. He needed to hear him fall apart, to know that it was only him who made him feel that way. He thrusted a few more times, harder than before and Kurt cried out in pleasure every time as Blaine's cock brushed over his prostate. Blaine bit down into Kurt's shoulder, "Say my name," he growled hungrily.

He bit down hard into Kurt's neck and with a shuddering whimper, and started screaming a mantra of "Oh Blaine."

His back arched and he writhed as his come spurted all over his stomach and he clenched down hard into Blaine's cock. Blaine's head was throbbing at the sight of Kurt coming and the tight feeling of Kurt's around him. He slammed into Kurt once, twice, and a third time before coming hard, slamming Kurt's back into the wall as he leaned his forehead onto Kurt's shoulder once again, shaking as he came inside him. "Kurt!" he screamed, this time purely for the man in his arms.

Kurt put his legs down, knowing that Blaine would soon collapse. Kurt still had a flush over his cheeks and chest, "That wasn't very nice," Kurt chastised, kissing Blaine's neck more.

Blaine led them to the bed, "I thought it was fucking fantastic, personally."

"You know what I mean."

Blaine smiled, "It was worth it though,"

"Yes it was."

The Next Morning

Blaine had crept out in the middle of the night to remove his barricade. He was pretty proud of himself and the way he handled everything.

Was it immature? Yes.

Was it worth it? Yes.

Blaine decided to make breakfast for everyone the next morning.

Kurt padded into the kitchen first, "You're cooking?" He raised an eyebrow at Blaine. "And I think you should put a shirt on. You…have some marks on your back."

"I'm aware." Blaine knew that he has scratches all up and down his back.

"You are horrible," Kurt tried to hide his smile, "And sausage? Really?"

Blaine pouted, "Let me have fun? We paid for a hotel, we paid for a plane ticket, he almost broke us up several times, he stole your part in a play, we deserve this!"

"What happened to my calmed down, California-man fiancé?"

"He witnessed someone flirting with his man," Blaine put the sausages on a plate and pulled out the eggs. "Should we wake Prince Charming or let him sleep?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and looked at Blaine's back, "I'm sorry, by the way, those look bad."

"Nothing I haven't dealt with before." Blaine winked and threw Kurt the bread, "Can I trust you to make toast?"

"Just because you burn cereal doesn't mean the rest of us can't cook."

"I have breakfast food down!"

Thirty minutes later a fully dressed Bryce comes into the kitchen. "Sausage?" Blaine asks with a smile, holding up the plate, "Everyone loves sausage!"

Bryce sat stiffly in his chair, taking the sausage.

Kurt bites down on his lip hard.

"Coffee?" Blaine smiles politely again, "Eggs? OJ? More meat? There is never enough meat!"

Kurt kicked Blaine under the table.

Bryce just poured himself some orange juice and shook his head. He had to admit- though Blaine was an asshole, at least he had style.

The three men spent the rest of the day dealing with Blaine's innuendos, Kurt's blushes, and Bryce's nervous fidgeting.

At 2, Bryce, Kurt, and Blaine stood in the airport terminal. Bryce first turned to Kurt, "Kurt…I'm sorry for everything I did. You know, you deserved that role and I took it from you. I hope one d ay, when you win a Tony, you remember me. I'm definitely telling my kids that I took a role from someone as talented as you."

Kurt hugged him quickly. "Keep in touch, okay? Let us know how you make out."

"I will." Bryce turned to Blaine, who was staring out into the plane yard. "Blaine – thank you. I know you hate me, and probably always will. But thank you for letting me stay in your apartment and thank you for being a decent person."

Blaine held out his hand to Bryce, "You know, in a different situation, I think we could have been friends."

"Probably," Bryce smiled and picked up his bag.

Kurt and Blaine stood in the airport until they saw Bryce's plane leave the airport, and leave their lives for good.

So ends the Bryce saga. Next chapter will get back into wedding planning / jobs. Reviews?