Disclaimer: I don't own any of the familiar characters or places mentioned, just most of the plot!
A/N: In my defense, I've had some serious Writer's Block on the Klaine side of things, so I was writing CrissColfer drabbles for a while. School is almost over, and then I'll have more time to write. Stay tuned for the next chapter in the next week or so, hopefully. I'm sorry for the delay and for the fact that this is mostly a filler chapter. Yay. Enjoy. ((:

Thanks to my beta, Rachelle, for taking the time to fix all of my mistakes. (her beta profile: LoonyLegs01; her tumblr: behindthesehazeleyesxo)
Also, you can find me on tumblr at: hero-in-disguise!

"You are so dumb," Puck declared when Blaine walked into his bar that night.

"I know," Blaine nodded, plopping down onto his usual stool. He rested his head in his palms as he let out a loud groan.

"How's the apartment hunting coming along?" Puck asked, changing the subject.

"Not great," Blaine sighed. He looked up at Puck, sighing, "Quinn is doing a fantastic job, though. We've gotten, at least, seven possible buyers in the past two days."

Puck grinned proudly, "That's my baby."

"Carrying your baby," Blaine nodded, making a toast gesture, as he sipped the beer that Puck had placed in front of him.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Puck asked, leaning onto his forearms on the bar.

"He's been ignoring me," Blaine shrugged, taking another gulp of beer.

"He will not talk to me," Kurt moaned, plonking down across from her and picking up a menu.

Santana frowned, "What happened, exactly?"

"Well, he wasn't treating me right, and I just sort of…cracked," Kurt said, his chin resting in his palm as he let out a loud sigh.

"You miss him." Santana stated, picking up her menu and idly flipping through it. It hadn't been a question.

"So much," Kurt nodded.

"Maybe…you should show him what he's missing," Santana suggested.

"How?" Kurt asked, glancing up at her with interest.

"Well," Santana said, smirking at him wickedly. "You liked that guy, Dave that you met at that bar, right?"

"I guess," Kurt agreed with shrug.

"Maybe, he'll be willing to help," Santana said, her eyes moving back to her menu.

"Maybe, he'll help with what?" Kurt prodded.

Santana chuckled softly, and he immediately knew what she was going to say.

He shook his head, frowning.

"You want me to go out with Dave…to make Blaine jealous?" Kurt clarified.

She nodded, saying, "Wanky, right?"

"This is just really awkward for me. I'm sorry," Kurt said, nervously sipping his glass of wine.

Dave smiled sympathetically at him, "It's all right. Why is it awkward for you, if I may ask?"

"I've only ever been with Blaine," Kurt said, biting his lip.

"What do you mean?" Dave asked, cocking his head curiously.

"I mean, I've been on dates," Kurt said, "but I've never dated someone before. It's only ever been Blaine, and I've been okay with that because he…I thought he was it for me. I thought were going to end up like Allie and Noah or something, in a retirement home. Except, it'd be a whole lot gayer, and I plan on us remembering each other until the day that we die - together, of course."

Dave stared at him for a moment, and Kurt blushed.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "I just…it's Blaine. I can't stop thinking about him. And we're selling the condo we've been sharing for a while. It makes me sick to my stomach, thinking about it. We should be making love every night and going through our lives together, happily, but we're not. It just…sucks."

Kurt sighed, and then Dave said, "It's all right. Really. Love's a bitch. I understand. I mean, I've only ever loved one guy, and we didn't end up like we should've."

"What happened?" Kurt asked, sympathy bubbling up in his chest for the other man.

"And he snaps his fingers at waiters when we're out to eat!" Blaine drunkenly shouted, adding to the ever-growing list of things that he 'hates' about Kurt.

"Like, come on. Snapping your fingers doesn't make the cheesecake come any faster."

Puck fought back the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of Blaine's outburst. He placed a glass of water in front of the man, as he said, "Wow, Kurt is almost as impatient as you."

Blaine raised his middle finger at the bartender, scowling at him as he said, "I hate you."

"What a pity," Puck shrugged, smirking at him. Then, he said, "You have to go home."

"Oh, no. I don't really hate you," Blaine rushed to apologize. His friend had never kicked him out of the bar, so he must've been mad. "I'm sorry. I'm just…ugh."

"I know, man," Puck nodded, his voice laced with sympathy, "but you really do have to go home. I told Quinn I'd be done early, so we're going out to dinner."

Blaine sighed, "At least, you two are happy."

"You and Kurt could be happy right now, if you had only just apologized and done the dishes," Puck said, shaking his head at his friend as he walked around the bar and helped Blaine up.

"He doesn't love me anymore," Blaine said, suddenly, as he wrapped his arm around Puck's waist for support. "He's going to find a guy who likes to do the dishes and knows what colour aubergine is."

Puck snorted, shaking his head, "You're just being dramatic. Kurt loves you more than anything."

Blaine shook his head, "What about theatre?"

"He loves you more," Puck said.

"And fashion?" Blaine asked.

"More," Puck nodded.

"What about Patti Lupone?" Blaine looked up at Puck, who stopped to think.

He shrugged, "Maybe."

Blaine let out a sad sigh, "See?"

"Hey," Puck looked down at him. "If I can say maybe, about him loving Patti Lupone more than you, that's saying something. Okay?"

"I don't know," Blaine slumped in Puck's arms a bit.

Kurt was just arriving home, when he saw Puck walking Blaine up the stairs to their apartment building. He watched as Blaine sluggishly searched his pockets, probably for his key.

Sighing, Kurt hopped out of his Navigator and walked over to the two men.

"Here," he said, putting the key in the lock, turning it, and then opening the door for them. Puck smiled at him gratefully.

"Thanks, man," he said, grinning.

"No problem," Kurt smiled politely, as they made their way toward the elevator.

When they reached it, Puck turned to Kurt, "Do you think you could take him? I have plans with Quinn…"

"Oh, sure," Kurt nodded, taking a half conscious Blaine awkwardly in his arms. "I heard she was pregnant. Congratulations."

"Thanks," Puck smiled. Then, he sighed, looking serious, "He's in a lot of pain, Kurt."

"It's his fault," Kurt said, shrugging.

Puck gave him a sympathetic smile, "You know he doesn't mean it."

Kurt sighed, "I don't really want to talk about this, especially with you. You're his best friend. You'll just report back to him what I say."

"Probably," Puck nodded, honestly. "But what I said was true. Just remember that."

Puck turned and left the building. Kurt looked down at Blaine, who was resting half his weight against Kurt. He shook his head and pressed the button for the elevator and the doors opened. He walked them inside and pressed the button for their floor.

"Kurt?" Blaine murmured against Kurt's chest.

"Yeah?" Kurt looked down at Blaine, who tightened his arms around Kurt's waist.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," Kurt nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I know," Kurt nodded.

"I miss you," he said.

"Me too," Kurt sighed after a moment's hesitation.

The next morning, Kurt awoke to the sound of his ringing cell phone. He picked it up off of the bedside table and frowned when he saw who was calling.

"You found someone willing to buy now, didn't you?" Kurt asked, answering the phone.

"Yes," came Quinn's voice.

Kurt sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he said, "How long do we have to move out?"

"Two weeks," she replied.

"Okay," Kurt said and then hit end call.

He looked around the room that he would need to start packing soon, if he wanted to keep everything in his closet. Then, he heard sounds from the other room and sighed.

Blaine was awake.

This was really happening.

They were moving out of the apartment they'd had since they first moved in together, and they'd be going their separate ways.

Kurt sighed, flopping back onto the bed.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

This wasn't what Kurt wanted.

Again, he sighed, and then he got out of bed, walking into the other room to tell Blaine the news.

Thanks for your patience. A new chapter will be up as soon as I write it.