A/N - Day Three: Missing Moments. Kurt let Sebastian get to him and Blaine gets the fright of his life. Thank you to everyone who is reading this and alerting and the like...I love you all! Klisses!x (this is also being posted on my tumblr which you'll find on my profile page :) )

Sighing happily, Blaine toed off his shoes and sunk into the warm comfort of Kurt's memory foam mattress. He rolled over and randomly selected a song from Kurt's iPod and watched his perfect boyfriend shrug off his jacket, laying it carefully across the chair in front of his dresser, so that he was standing in tight green trousers and a loose t-shirt that revealed a copious amount of luminous skin. He really was the luckiest teenager alive.

Hesitation crossed over Kurt's features – something that had long since been absent – as he caught sight of his reflection in the glinting mirror. Blaine heard him suck in a shaky breath and huff it out as he twirled on his heel and headed for his en-suite bathroom. The door slammed shut, causing the photo frames on the wall to jangle nervously and Blaine gulped as the lock clicked shut.

What had just happened?

Blaine stared at the plain white door in confusion, wondering what had gotten Kurt so worked up, before one name flashed in his mind; Sebastian.

He'd known that something had been wrong with Kurt; he been overly distant and snapped at him in the car ride home when Blaine had reached over to stroke the side of his face. Assuming he'd done something to upset him, Blaine had slouched back in his seat knowing that trying to get the truth out of Kurt when he was pissed would have been harder than trying to turn Puck celibate.

Stupid, idiot, Sebastian had obviously said something during Blaine's quick bathroom break – why did he ever leave them alone, he knew it was going to cause friction between them.

He bounced quickly off the bed and stumbled over to the door, cursing his numbed legs. What had Sebastian said? Why was Kurt letting him get to him? How was he going to help?

"Kurt? You okay?" He asked quietly, nervously rapping the door with his knuckles.

No reply.

"Kurt? Honey, what's wrong?"

Still, no reply.

"Seriously Kurt ju-"

The lock clicked open.

"I'm coming in, Kurt." And eased the door open gently, swearing that he was going to kill Sebastian for putting Kurt through this.

Kurt's back was towards him, his shoulders slumped miserably over his sink counter and he was sniffling softly. Blaine's heart had done a quick rise and fall jump as he heard the noise and took in the discarded razor in the sink, glistening with little droplets of blood.

"Kurt?" he whispered, his voice cracking as his mind refused to allow the possibility that Kurt had done this. He wouldn't. He was too strong, too full of life. Wouldn't leave him. "Kurt, what have you done?"

His head snapped up quickly, tear tracks lining his face, "Blaine…I-" His eyes widened as he saw the scared expression on Blaine's face and realised what it looked like, "No! Blaine, I haven't – I mean I didn't – I tried shaving…"

Relief flooded through Blaine like molten sunshine and he breathed out a long sigh of – no wait he still didn't understand. Then he noticed the bead of blood on the side of Kurt's neck. Without even thinking about it, he reached over and swiped the blood away with the pad of his thumb and wiped it on the nearby grey hand towel. Kurt's breathing flattered before falling into Blaine's arms, sobbing hard into in shoulder. Blaine ran a soothing hand over Kurt's head trying to get the ringing in his ears to stop. He'd honestly believed for a moment there that Kurt, his Kurt was leaving him. And it tore him apart. His blood was racing, making him aware of every area of his body so that he was almost shaking with the sheer force of his fear. He wanted to hold Kurt and tell him that he never, ever had to feel like that and that he would always have a better day, another laugh, someone to love. Not a lot scared Blaine more than the thought of he and Kurt breaking up, but the idea that the amazing, wonderful, talented, kind, free-spirited Kurt Hummel wouldn't exist on the planet anymore? Scared him shitless.

'It was just some blood Blaine, Kurt wasn't trying to do that', he told himself sternly and focused his attention on the shaking body in his arms. He gently untangled himself from Kurt, and stared in concern at his face. His eyes were blotchy and red, lips pale and cracked. And yet he still made Blaine's heart flutter.

"Kurt, you don't have to – I mean not if you're not ready, but honey, what's wrong? You're scaring me." As he murmured the words, he manoeuvred them out of the bathroom and back onto Kurt's bed, wrapping the comforter around Kurt's shoulders.

He sniffed and looked down at his feet, pulling at the toe of his sock, "Sebastian…well he…he said…that I wasn't man enough for you, that I hadn't…I couldn't…" Kurt hiccupped and buried his face his hands, clearly embarrassed to have let Sebastian get to him, but believing that the insults were true.

Blaine was going to punch him.

He didn't push it, but allowed Kurt to compose himself while rubbing circles onto his leg and intertwining their free hands. "He said that because I haven't started shaving yet, that it's as if you are going out with a twelve year old girl with baby fat." Kurt held his gaze this time, searching for something in Blaine's face that would tell him that he wasn't an idiot for getting upset but that everything was completely false.

Seeing Kurt so openly worried made Blaine's chest constrict uncomfortably and he couldn't stop himself from tackling Kurt into a hug on the bed.

"You are the most. Beautiful. Radiant. Sexy. Sweet. Desirable. Seductive. Man. Ever." Blaine placed a kiss along the line of Kurt's jaw for every word and softly pressed their lips together. "You are perfect, Kurt. Everything about you screams Sex God – with a hint of cock slut I'll admit – but no matter how you dress or how you hair is, you are wonderful and everything that I've ever wanted."

"But Sebastian said - " Kurt protested, the words muffled under Blaine's persistent lips.

"But Sebastian said nothing. He doesn't matter Kurt. Nothing he ever says or does will make me think that you are anything less than the most amazing boy I've ever met."

Kurt looked at him sarcastically, but softened as Blaine pinned his arm's above his head and straddled his hips. "When I met you, I didn't think you look like a twelve year old girl. I thought you were a star shining so brightly that it was no wonder that someone hadn't already stopped you so that they could keep you for themselves."

"So you don't think that he was right?" Kurt mumbled quietly, his tone biting and furious at himself.

Blaine shook his head instantly, sinking down to capture Kurt's lips once more. He tasted like home, like everything was perfect and right. The fear that he'd been running on gave way for desire as Kurt groaned and wrapped his legs around Blaine's hips, gluing them together.

"Kurt, you have me half hard every day of my life without even touching me. Believe me you are more of a man than he will ever be."

Blaine had so much delicious fun proving that exact point.

Twice.