A/N: Warning for minor course you enjoy this chapter. I found the end relatively very funny to write! Includes Kurtcedes. Enjoy! :)
"Blaine…"
"Kurt, wow, um, Hi?" Blaine stutters trying to find the right words to say.
"Wanna just talk?" Kurt asks.
"Sure. Where would be good for you?" Blaine asks, trying to make this the least awkward he can.
"Well, I have an appointment at noon for a singing position at a wedding but we can just sit down here on the sidewalk and talk for a few." Kurt replies.
"Sounds fine to me." Blaine says taking a seat on a busy New York street curb.
Kurt takes a seat next to him and looks down. He grabs his phone and sends a quick text to Mercedes.
To: Mercedes Jones
Will be running a few minutes late. Be back by eleven instead of ten.
Send.
"So, how are you?" Blaine asks.
"Look, I completely understand how awkward this is. It isn't any easier for me. Let's just talk. I'm pretty good. I work as a Broadway performer and singer. What about you?" Kurt asks.
"I'm ok. I own a small company- Anderson Records. I just sing. Get gigs wherever I can. I'm here to perform for my new record in NY." Blaine explains.
"That's great, Blaine." Kurt says.
"I didn't mean to hurt you." Blaine says looking over to Kurt.
"I-" is all Kurt can manage to say.
"I loved you. I just didn't try long distance and for that I'm sorry. But I wouldn't be completely surprised if you said you never wanted to be friends or try our relationship again or if you just found someone else and forgot about me." Blaine said looking down once again.
"Blaine, I would love to be friends. And no, I don't have a boyfriend. And if we become friends and get to the point of having a relationship again, I'll try. I just need time to think about us before I just jump back. But yes, we can be friends." Kurt says smiling at Blaine.
"Kurt, that's amazing. I'm actually moving up here to New York in a few months so we will probably get to see each other more." Blaine replies.
"Amazing. Do you have a phone with you?" Kurt asks.
"Yes, Here." Blaine says handing his phone over to Kurt.
Kurt starts to press a few buttons and types something in before handing the phone back to Blaine.
"My number is under Kurt. Call me sometime and we can get together. Go out to lunch or just talk to something. I'll see you later, Blaine. Oh, Can I get your number too?" Kurt asks standing back up.
"Sure. Here." Blaine says scribbling down his number on a crumpled piece of paper.
"Here. Bye, Kurt." Blaine says turning around.
"Bye Blaine. Call you later." Kurt calls.
"Hello…" Kurt calls out as he opens the door to his Manhattan Apartment.
"Oh, Hey. What took you so long, Kurt? I thought you were going to get coffee…not travel the world?" Mercedes laughs.
"I just ran into something, or shall I say someone." Kurt says. He secretly hopes that Mercedes will not ask but knowing her she probably will. If he says Blaine, she will probably charge out of the apartment and kill him; literally.
BRING! BRING!
Mercedes is just finishing watching her favorite movie when the doorbell starts to ring.
She walks over to the door and is shocked at what she sees.
Kurt. With puffy red eyes. Hair messed up. Paled skin; even more than normal. Bags under his eyes. A t-shirt and sweatpants and tennis shoes.
"What is the heck happened?" Mercedes nearly shouts, pulling Kurt out of the rain from off the porch.
"Bl-Blaine b-b-broke u-up with m-m-me." Kurt sobs, resting his head on Mercedes shoulder.
"Oh, that son of a biscuit eating-!"
"STOP! Mercedes, He wasn't cheating or anything. It just breaks my heart." Kurt sobs falling over onto the couch curling up into a big ball and crying into her blanket.
"Ok, I'll be right back." Mercedes says walking into the kitchen.
She pulls out a mug and pours some of her fresh made hot chocolate into the mug. She pulls down a bowl and fills it with some fresh vanilla ice-cream and heads back into the living room where Kurt is still laying, sobbing into the couch.
"White Boy, Get up!" Mercedes sasses.
She grabs the blanket off of Kurt and straightens the cushions on the couch out. She points for him to sit back down. As soon as Kurt sits, she drapes the blanket over his legs and hands him the mug and the ice cream. She turns it off of the movie she was watching and throws the remote at him.
"Now, did you tell Burt, Carole, or Finn about this?" Mercedes asks.
Kurt just shakes his head, indicating a no.
"Do you have your phone?" Mercedes asks.
"Y-Yeah." Kurt says, after finally calming down some. Still a few sobs wracking his body.
"Hand it over." Mercedes says.
Kurt hesitantly hands over the phone as Mercedes just grabs it from his hand.
Mercedes looks through the phone until she reaches Finn's number and hits dial. She holds the phone to her ear until she hears Finn connect.
"Hello-" she hears etching over the phone.
"Hi Finn. It's Mercedes. See, Kurt is spending the night with me tonight because I needed some serious just fun. He is a great sleepover buddy. I'm coming over in a few to pick up some clothing for him tonight and maybe for tomorrow. He is preparing some of his famous-umm ziti. He found a great recipe. So, Just so nobody freaks out, he's staying here. But he knows cooking better, so I'm just going to be picking up his clothes." Mercedes says.
"Umm, K. See ya in a few." Finn mumbles, obviously eating.
"See ya. Bye Finn." Mercedes says hanging up the phone and tossing it back to Kurt.
"There you go. Be back in a few." Mercedes says running out the door.
Nearly about twenty minutes later she arrives with a bag full of Kurt's clothes, laptop, phone charger, and a bag from Lima FoodMart. Complete with more ice cream, and stuff for zit.
"Now, we will make you feel better. After that, I will proceed to kick Blaine's ass." Mercedes laughs.
"Now, I can make some great ziti so wait here. Dinner will be done in about an hour. " Mercedes says leaving a stunned Kurt sitting on the couch.
"Oh, Who was it?" Mercedes asks.
"For this one, you might want to sit down." Kurt laughs.
"No, White Boy. Tell me who it is!" Mercedes says, giving Kurt a furious glare.
"Blaine." Kurt says before quickly running off to his bedroom in the apartment.
"Mother-. KURT!" Mercedes screams.
"Hmmm." she hears through the door.
"Get your fancy fine white ass over here and let's talk about this before I personally find Blaine and kill him." Mercedes yells.
"Mercedes look, I told him I wanted to be friends. I honestly do. Look, I understand why he did it. Why he broke up with me. He told me if we ever got to be in that kind of relationship again; more than friends; he would try. Just please let me run my own life." Kurt explains.
"Fine. But if he hurts you, than that fine piece of pretty school boy will find my fist. And possibly a crowbar. Just get ready for the appointment." Mercedes laughs.
A/N: Please, if you have any prompts...don't be afraid to suggest! Cause I seriously need some. Will try to also update Moments Of Klaine and Klaine One Word One Shots today!