Kurt had rang Blaine early that morning, around 9. He had asked him to meet him at the mall so he could talk to him. Blaine had sounded worried and asked Kurt what the problem was, but Kurt had insisted he must tell him in person.

He found Blaine by the fountain and went over to greet him.

"Hey, Kurt! You alright? What's up?" Blaine immediately asked, but Kurt stopped him. He grabbed his hand and pulled him into a nearby café.

"Let's go sit first. Have a drink," Kurt told him. Blaine obliged and followed Kurt to the counter, ordering a mango and passion fruit cooler. He sipped it, and offered Kurt the straw.

"Want some?" he asked, but Kurt shook his head.

"No thanks," Kurt said as they sat down at the table. He suddenly became very interested in stirring his coffee. His face was distorted with an emotion that Blaine didn't recognise so he promptly went on to see what was troubling Kurt.

"So, what's up?" Blaine questioned, reaching his arm over to rest his hand upon Kurt's. Kurt winced at the touch, but didn't pull away. He looked up at Blaine, locking onto his eyes.

"I-I want to..." he paused and inhaled deeply before trying again. "I want to break up."

Blaine hastily retracted his hand and leant back into his chair, his confused eyes inspecting Kurt's expression.

"W-why?" he muttered but then his eyes grew wide. "This isn't about what I said on the phone is it? 'Cause you know I didn't mean that!"

Kurt bowed his head. "No. Yes. I don't know. It's not that you said those things. It's just... I thought about it. I thought about us and my feelings for you. I love you, Blaine. But it's like I love Mercedes and Rachel. You're a really good friend and I think I just mistook you're kindness and attraction as something more. I'm sorry, I-I can't be your boyfriend if I don't love you like that. I hope you understand."

"I understand, Kurt. I know I can't change your mind or your feelings," Blaine agreed.

"But, just know this, Blaine. I don't want to lose you. You've become like a best friend to me and I still want you there. So, this is going to sound really cliché, but I still want to be friends."

"So do I. Just... Just give me a few days, okay?" Blaine said, attempting to control his expression. He didn't want to show Kurt that he was hurting. This was the first time he'd been through this and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. So he just let himself hurt.

Kurt nodded and lowered his head further, concentrating on his lap. Blaine stood up and Kurt listened for the scrape of the chair and Blaine's footsteps leading away. When he was sure he'd gone, he took his drink and made his way out to his car. He never thought it'd be so hard to break up with Blaine. He knew it had to be done. He couldn't feel like a fraud any more.

Although it had been hard hurting Blaine like that, he felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He's thought of how he was going to do this and had come up with a million solutions, but he'd decided that just telling him how he felt would probably be the best one. Blaine would understand surely? He wouldn't want Kurt to be in a relationship with him if he didn't love him like that.

Kurt finished sipping his coffee and threw the cup into a nearby bin before hopping into his car. Blaine had said he'd needed a few days, but Kurt didn't know what that had meant. A few days to think about it? A few days before Kurt contacted him? A few days before he contacted Kurt?

Kurt still had a few hours to kill before meeting up with Dave so he headed home. At least he had some time to clear his head.

He had done the right thing, right? He couldn't deny the fact that he didn't feel what he thought he'd felt.

As soon as he got home, he whipped out his phone and found the person he needed to speak to on his contacts.

"Hello?"

"Hey, 'Cedes. You okay to talk?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I broke up with Blaine." He had said it so bluntly, so sharp.

Kurt could hear Mercedes hesitating about what to say.

"You don't sound that upset."

"Trust me, I'm upset, but I couldn't do it any more 'Cedes. I just felt like I was lying to him and myself. I realised that I don't feel how I thought I felt. I love him, but at the same level that I love you and Rachel, like a friend. I did do the right thing didn't I?"

"Of course you did. If you didn't feel right about the relationship then it's good that you ended it. As much as I think you two are adorable together, you shouldn't have to lie about your feelings. If you love him like a friend, you should be his friend," she reassured him

"Thanks."

"How'd he take it?"

"Pretty well. Told me to give him a few days. I-I think he might have been a bit upset to be honest. He's just good at hiding it."

"Sounds like Blaine."

"Mhmm. Well, as much as I love talking to you, I'm off out in a bit and I have to tell my dad about Blaine.. Thanks for everything."

"No problem, just looking after m'boy. See you, Kurt."

He hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. He took in a deep breath. He was going to have to tell his dad of course and he wasn't sure why he was so nervous about it. His dad always took his side and wouldn't ever judge him for anything he did. He would understand Kurt's feelings, surely.

"Dad, can I have a word?"

"Sure, son. Come sit." Burt settled his newspaper on the coffee table and adjusted his position to face Kurt, who sat precariously on the sofa next to him.

"Dad, Blaine and I broke up," he muttered.

"What? Why? What did he do? Did he hurt you? I'm telling you if he hurt you..."

Kurt cut him off. "No, dad! He didn't hurt me."

Kurt then went on to tell him what he'd told Mercedes and his dad nodded understandingly.

"That's good then. As long as you're happy."

"Thanks, dad." Kurt glanced over at the clock, ticking away on the wall. It was already quarter past 4? "Oh, I have to go. I'll talk to you when I get home, yeah?"

"Where you off to?" Burt called after him as he rushed off through the door.

"Coffee with a friend. Be home later. Bye!" Kurt called back, leaving as soon as he'd finished speaking. He rushed to his car and quickly drove off. He didn't want to be late.

He got to The Lima Bean with a few minutes to spare and took that time to straighten his appearance out. He climbed out of his car and headed to the door, opening it before stepping in. He peered around and found exactly who he was looking for.

Dave Karofsky.