In a weird bought of serendipity, Finn got home before Kurt did and Burt was home before EITHER of them. Finn came into the house yelling Kurt's name, not even aware Burt was sitting on the couch.

"KURT! We need to talk!" Finn yelled up the stares.

"About what?" Burt asked.

The kid just about jumped out of his skin. "Oh, Burt I didn't see you there."

"What do you need to talk to Kurt about?" Maybe Finn knew what Kurt had been lying about. It DID involve his college roommate.

"Oh, uh, nothing." Finn smiled. Liar.

"Finn." Burt sighed.

Finn's shoulders fell. He trudged over and sat on the couch next to Burt. "Something's up with Kurt and Blaine. Neither of them will tell me anything though."

"So you see it too?" Burt nodded. Finn didn't know. Finn was right where he was. Maybe Carole? But why would Kurt tell Carole something he wasn't comfortable telling Burt?

"Yeah, not that I know what's going on."

"How about you let me take care of it, kid. Thanks for looking out for him though." He patted Finn's knee and this weight seemed to lift off his shoulders.

"Thanks, Burt. Let me know how it goes."

"Will do." If It was something Finn could know.

When Kurt came home finally he went straight up the stairs, dropped off his things, and then came down to make diner. He didn't even say hello to anyone.

By the time Carole got home Kurt was almost done with diner and Chandler had texted him no less than ten times. He was thoroughly cheered up by the last one.

After dinner Burt put a hand on Kurt's shoulder and told him Finn could clean up. Predictably Kurt squawked out a protest. "Finn, leave the pans for him," Burt said knowing that was what Kurt was worried about. He'd freaked out when Burt put a pan in the dishwasher once, he didn't want Finn to get yelled at.

"Can I talk to you a minute?"

Kurt blinked at him. "Sure."

Burt lead him to the garage, to the two chairs that were still set up from their last conversation. He had Kurt sit in the same chair.

"What is it, Dad?" Kurt's voice took on a note of worry.

"Well, it came to my attention that you might have been completely honest with me the last time we talked."

"Dad?" Kurt's expression froze, the same deer-caught-in-the-headlights he'd been using since he was three animating his face.

Burt rubbed his head. "You told me you were dating that boy, but he hasn't come around and you haven't been talking about him at all." Kurt opened his mouth but Burt cut him off. "And I know that story you gave me last week was bogus. Kurt you know I can tell when you're lying to me."

"I wasn't..."

"Kurt, lying MORE really won't help you here," Burt said. "What's really going on Kurt?"

Kurt deflated, sinking into his chair and letting his posture go. "Nothing."

"Kurt."

"No, I mean nothing's happening anymore." Kurt sighed. "We were - something, but then he went back to school and he hasn't talked to me since."

"Do you want to talk to him?"

"It's not that simple, Dad. It's... We decided it wasn't something serious and when he left he didn't say anything about changing that. So - that's where I am."

Burt felt a bit of anger spike in him. He narrowed his eyes. "Kurt, he wasn't using you was he?"

"No." Kurt shook his head quickly. "He wasn't. We... We were in agreement about everything."

"Then why did you lie?"

Kurt floundered for a few seconds. "It's embarrassing to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

"About Blaine." Kurt widened his eyes and nodded a little, clearly not going to say anything specific.

Burt sighed. "Don't lie to me, kid. You can tell me anything. Anything. I hope you know that."

"Okay."

Wes went home for the weekend and left Blaine alone in the room. Even David had left to be with his girlfriend. Blaine HATED being alone. When he was alone he had nothing to do but think.

He threw himself into the little bit of work he'd accumulated during the work for most of Saturday and then went to dinner with Nick and Jeff.

Then Sunday he spent most of the day going between nervous and excited. Both feelings left his stomach in knots. He hadn't been with Sebastian in a long time. And he hadn't come in a while either, not considering how used to coming nearly every day during Winter Break.

Saturday was uneventful. Kurt spent most of it texting his friends. And Chandler. he spent most of the day texting Chandler.

Sunday at noon he got in his car and programmed Chandler's address into his GPS. He'd never gone over to someone's house after knowing them for such a short amount of time before, but he didn't feel any apprehension as he drove to North Lima. All he felt was a fluttering of nerves and the same underly sadness he'd yet to be able to shake.

At eight Blaine started getting ready. He took the most thorough shower he had in a few weeks and then set about gelling his hair. He liked having gel on at all times if possible, it made him feel more comfortable. He'd need comfort for his night with Sebastian.

Chandler greeted him with a warm, enthusiastic hug. He then proceeded to chatter a mile a minute about all the movies he had lined up for them to watch, with Kurt's input included of course. He pulled Kurt in and led him to his living room couch.
As Kurt settled down he was grateful they hadn't went to Chandler's bedroom for their marathon. Kurt didn't think he could handle that.

"I'll go get the snacks," Chandler said when Kurt was seated and then disappeared into his kitchen.

11:00 pm found Blaine standing outside Sebastian's apartment door, hand poised to knock.

The excitement he'd been feeling for the last hour had just died a swift death, replaced by something he couldn't name. Something felt - off, and he had NO idea what it was.

His stomach was revolting and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to go back to his dorm and roll up in his comforters and sleep forever. He felt kind of like he was being stretched in a million directions and he didn't like it. If only it would stop and he could just - KNOCK ON THE GOD DAMNED DOOR!

Something cold and solid dropped in his stomach, a part of him, a part of indeterminable size, just DID NOT want him to knock. That part wanted something else.

Blaine was saved the decision to knock by the door swinging open. "Right on time," Sebastian said.