Monday Blaine didn't have classes, neither did Finn or David, so Wes was the only one to see him start fretting right after breakfast and take shower that was almost an hour long. Wes was the one who saw Blaine practicing speeches under his breath in the mirror as he carefully styled his air. Wes watched him shave with more precision then he'd done before.

Wes, however, didn't say anything until Blaine had been staring blankly into his closet for half an hour.

"Do you have a date?"

Blaine jumped and turned to Wes with big eyes, like he'd forgotten his roommate was there at all. "Oh, um... no."

"Then why are you staring at your closet like it holds all the answers in the world if only you could pick the right thing out of it and you only have one shot to do it right?"

Blaine blushed. Blaine didn't blush often, it just wasn't something he really did. But, at Wes' question, Blaine blushed BRIGHT red. "Oh, um..." He laughed humorlessly. "It kind of does."

Wes blinked at him, unimpressed. "Just pick something, Blaine! Sebastian's probably just going to rip it off you anyway."

Blaine laughed that same humorless little laugh. "I'm not dressing for Sebastian. I'm... Just not for Sebastian."

Wes was surprised. "Then who ARE you dressing for?"

Blaine blushed again, even brighter than before. He didn't open his mouth to answer though.

He didn't need too. This stupid smile spread on his face, this stupid LOVESTRUCK smile. Wes knew who that was for. "Kurt?"

Blaine nodded, quick and small movements of his head. "He doesn't know I'm coming today but... I've been a jackass and I want to try and make it right today."

Wes smiled softly. "Go for red, you look best in it."

Blaine looked at him like he'd just given him a rocket ship to the sun. In a way, Wes guessed he had.

Carole corned him when he came home Sunday night, followed him right up to his room. "You were out all day. And not with Rachel and Mercedes. Rachel came to see Finn and Mercedes called the house when you didn't answer your phone."

Kurt blinked and pulled his phone out to look at it. The battery was almost gone. It had been fully charged this morning. No less than fifteen texts also waited for him. "Huh, I guess I didn't have service at his house. I never did try to use my phone though."

"HIS house?" Carole asked. She sat herself down at his desk.

Kurt blushed and sat on his bed. "I went to a friends house today. He's a new friend. Chandler."

Carole nodded. "And this Chandler, is he gay?"

"Yeah," Kurt answered. The uneasy feeling in his stomach grew. He didn't know what to do about Chandler.

But maybe Carole would. She'd certainly lived enough to know.

"Um, Carole." Kurt started softly.

"Yes?"

"Um, Chandler kissed me today."

She smiled. "Did you like it?"

"I... I didn't DISLIKE it." It hadn't been a BAD kiss. He just - didn't want to kiss him again.

"Well, what was wrong? Is because you're still hurt about Blaine?"

"I still like him. I SHOULDN'T, he dropped me like a hot potato the second he was back at college, but... I still do. And Chandler... He's sweet, and I really like that but..."

"But he's not Blaine." Carole finished for him.

Kurt sighed. "Yeah. He's not Blaine." He shifted on his bed. "How do I tell Chandler that without, you know, TELLING him that and without hurting him."

"Well, it depends what kind of guy Chandler is." Carole shrugged. "Some guys can take a hint, others you need to be straight forward with. However, which ever way you think is best, don't use one of those 'it's not you, it's me' lines on him. It doesn't matter if it's true, if just sounds insincere and callous. Break it gently to him."

Kurt shifted again. "Okay."

"Anything else, Kurt."

"I just want him to come back."

"Would you take him back if he did?"

Kurt stopped. He hadn't thought of that before. If Blaine just came back would he be able to just start up the same as before?

WRONGNESS ran through him. He couldn't do it that way again. He'd rather be without Blaine than with him that way. He'd thought differently a month ago and now he was just sitting on his bed in pain and unable to enjoy the attentions of an admittedly good guy.

And those REASONS Blaine had given him, those reasons that had seemed so IMPORTANT and REASONABLE, they were utter CRAP. Kurt realized that now. Well, not utter crap, there was a little truth to them. But after a month getting to know each other all those reasons were kind of null and void.

If Blaine ever did come back, he'd have to come back groveling. He'd hurt him, hurt him a lot.

"No," Kurt answered Carole. "Not the same way. He'd have to be my boyfriend, and even then he'd have to prove to me I could trust him not to run away again."

Then Kurt sighed. "Not that he is coming back. He dropped me, he doesn't want me. He's made that perfectly clear. I was just - holiday fun." He felt kind of dirty calling it that.

"Kurt, don't say that about yourself."

"No, just... Carole, I'm tired. Can I just be alone, please?"

"Okay, sweetie." She came over to pat his shoulder reassuringly and then went to the door. She stopped there. "Just, whatever your thinking, i don't think you should doubt that Blaine liked you. The way you two were with each other, there's no doubt in my mind that he felt something for you."

The words felt hollow to him.