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A/N: So, The Break Up is coming to a close. I think the next chapter is going to be the Epilogue. Just saying: Keep in mind what my username is when reading this fic! 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!
"This one right here," Kurt said, pointing to Puck's bar.
Dave pulled into the parking lot, taking a space right near the front. He shut off the car and looked at Kurt expectantly.
"Do you want me to go in with you?" he asked.
Kurt eyed him empathetically, "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
Dave nodded, and Kurt shrugged, "Sure. Let's go."
They both got out of the car and walked into the pub. There wasn't a lot of business, seeing as it was only three in the afternoon.
Blaine was at a stool, talking to Puck like he always did, nursing a bottle of beer. Their conversation stopped when the door slammed behind Dave, and both men turned to look at them.
"Hi," Kurt said, waving awkwardly.
Puck nodded at him, and Blaine lolled his head, an expression of pain on his face as he eyed Dave critically - or, as critically as a drunk person could eye someone.
"I know you from somewhere," he stated after a moment.
Dave nodded, looking around anxiously, "Yeah. I play for the Titans."
"Karofsky," Puck offered, grimacing. His eyes moved to Kurt, "How dare you bring this homophobic asshole into my bar? Why the hell are you even hanging around that prick?"
"I've changed," Dave cut in.
Puck only rolled his eyes, directing his next question at Kurt, "Why did you come here?"
Kurt sighed, walking toward Blaine, who had been watching the exchange silently from his stool, "I have to talk to you, but you haven't come home since last night."
Blaine ran a hand through his curls as he turned back toward the bar, "It's not home anymore."
There was a pause and then Kurt said, "It is for two more weeks."
"It hasn't been since we broke up," the other man responded, running the tip of his finger around the rim of his beer bottle.
Kurt was quiet for a moment, sending Puck a frown over Blaine's head, and then he took a seat in the stool beside Blaine's, "Do you want me to box your football stuff with your boxing things, or do you want them to be separated?"
"Separated," Blaine said, bring the bottle to his lips and taking a gulp of the beer. As he pulled the bottle from his lips, he said, "Now, if you'll please excuse us."
He nodded, standing from his seat and took one more look at Blaine before making his way to the door, where Dave was still standing.
They left the building, then, but they were stopped when a red Corvette entered the parking lot. It parked next to Kurt's car, and the driver hopped out of the car.
Dave's breath caught in his throat when the man saw him and stopped dead in his tracks. He took off his large sunglasses and stared at Dave in shock.
"Sebastian?" Dave asked, his eyes wide and his heart beating erratically.
The next afternoon, Blaine returned to the apartment. He looked like crap, but, at least, he was sober.
Kurt was busy boxing up things in the kitchen, and he hadn't heard the other man come in. When he turned around, he was startled to see Blaine standing in the door way to the kitchen, and he almost dropped the piece of China in his hands, his heart beating uncontrollably.
"Shit," he said, placing the plate down, and putting a hand over his heart. Kurt leaned against the counter for support. "You scared me, Blaine."
"Sorry," Blaine shrugged, walking toward the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of water, grimacing. "No beer?"
Kurt shook his head, "No, and you should really stop."
Blaine eyed him in annoyance, "Stop what?"
"Drinking so much," Kurt replied.
"And why is that?" Blaine spat, opening the bottle and taking a swig of the drink.
"Besides the fact that I think you're actually an alcoholic," Kurt began, "it's terrible for you. You're just cutting your life shorter and shorter with every bottle that you drink."
Blaine bit his lip, frowning for a moment, before shaking his head. He left the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "Just let me live my life. It's not like you care anyway."
Kurt sighed, turning back to packing as he thought, But I do care.
"Ugh! Where did he pack the towels?" Kurt muttered to himself, as he scurried around the apartment. He checked through box after box, and he still couldn't find the damn towels.
After ten minutes of searching, Kurt heard the front door unlock, and in walked Blaine. When he looked up, he was met with a wide eyed, red faced, buck naked, Kurt Hummel, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"I need a towel," Kurt blurted out after a moment.
Blaine shook his head, smiling, as he walked over to a box in the far corner of the room, and pulled out a towel. He tossed it to Kurt, who caught it, and wrapped it around his hips.
"Thanks," he said, blushing.
"No problem," Blaine shrugged as he walked into the kitchen. "It's not a big deal. I've seen you naked before."
"But we were together," Kurt replied, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
For both men, that had felt like a slap in the face.
"Did you find a new apartment?" Kurt asked tentatively as he helped Blaine pack up the bathroom.
"Yeah," Blaine nodded. "Quinn helped me find a really good deal."
"Same," Kurt smiled.
They were both quiet as they worked together. It was a few minutes before Blaine finally said what he'd been meaning to say since Kurt had told him that the condo had been sold.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out, and Kurt looked up at him in confusion.
"For what?" he cocked his head at Blaine.
"For being such a dick," Blaine answered. "For not doing the dishes. For not appreciating you enough. For making you feel so lonely. For being lazy. For embarrassing you in front of your parents. For-"
Kurt held up his hands, palms facing Blaine, "It's okay."
Blaine shook his head, "No it's not. If I had treated you right, this would've never happened."
They were both quiet for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes.
"Then, I'm sorry too," Kurt finally said.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Kurt," Blaine said, returning to packing.
The conversation was over.
"This is it," Kurt stated, his eyes roaming around the bare apartment.
"This is it," Blaine nodded, his heart in his throat.
After a few minutes of silence, Blaine said, "I hope you have a nice life, with a guy who treats you right."
Kurt looked over at Blaine, his eyes shining with tears. "I hope you have a nice life like that too."
Blaine smiled at him, sniffling, "I'm really going to miss you…Kurt."
"I'm really going to miss you too," he replied.
They enveloped each other in a tight hug, holding each other for a while, before they parted. Each man smiled at the other, and then their eyes drifted back to the apartment.
They were both quiet as they just looked around, and then Quinn came into the front room.
"Are you guys ready to leave?" she asked, smiling softly at them.
Both men glanced at each other, smiling sadly, and then they nodded, looking back at her. They followed her out of the apartment, and then they went their separate ways.
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