A/N Thank you so much to JustCallMeObsessed who is being my mini muse along with EllaBellaDaniella! You two are just...amazing thank you!

Morning.

Mellissa came in early to check on the sleeping pair who were still curled up together on the couch. Somehow Kurt had wormed his way into Blaine's arms and he was now being cuddled like a teddy bear tightly to Blaine's chest.

Mel snapped a photo just in case, (it was always good to have some good blackmail material on Kurt) and left the pair to sleep a little longer while she tidied away the old takeaway containers.

xXx

Blaine groaned in his sleep as he rolled over, nearly crushing Kurt, who subconsciously moved to accommodate the ever spreading Blaine. The first Mel heard of the men's movement was the loud thud as Blaine hit the floor.

The noise sounded throughout the office and a small moan of discomfort echoed after. She hurried into the office and found Kurt sitting up on the couch, bed hair to the extreme, laughing his guts out at the crumpled man on the floor who was nursing his head whilst glaring at the chortling man above.

'What the hell you two?' Mel asked, attempting to stifle her laughs.

'Haha Blaine...Haha Fell off...The couch.' Kurt giggled as he got gingerly to his feet.

'It's not funny.' Blaine hissed, still rubbing his head. Kurt just smirked at him and Blaine sighed, shaking his head, before remembering the pain and groaning audibly. Kurt held out his hand to the floored man, Blaine narrowed his eyes.

Kurt nodded towards his outstretched hand, and Blaine took it warily. Kurt gripped his hand tightly and pulled Blaine up until he was standing next to him, still massaging his scalp.

Kurt released Blaine's other hand and ran his fingers through his own spiked up quiff and his face fell.

'Oh God!' His other hand darted up to his hair and he poked it, before squealing slightly and running off down the corridor.

Blaine stared after him and gave Mel an inquisitive look.

'What's up with him?' He asked, returning his gaze to the corridor.

'Morning hair...and breath probably. He'll have gone to freshen up.' She replied airily.

'What happened last night?' Blaine asked as he surveyed the still cluttered room. 'It looks like a hurricane hit this place.'

'Well you two sleepy heads fell asleep and I went home, so we didn't tidy up' She said, eyes sweeping the room. 'Get up and you can help me finish off before Kurtie over there comes back. I brought him in some vanity supplies so give him 20 minutes to primp and polish and he'll be back to bite our asses' She pointed to the door where the faint hiss of an aerosol can could be heard coming from the bathroom.

Blaine stumbled around a little before regaining his balance. After a quick scan of the room he started off on the take away boxes left on the coffee table in the centre of the room. A half empty bottle of coke lay on its side beneath the glass.

Blaine bent down and begun to scoop up the boxes, cradling it in his arms as he carried it over to the trash can. He dumped them down with an echoing clang which startled Mellissa who's head was buried in some old magazine she had found by the couch.

'Ooh' She shrieked, her head snapping round to see Blaine drop the boxes into the metal can.

'Oi, you've gotta help here.' Blaine jested, running over and ripping the magazine from her hands before hurling it across the room to the trash can with surprising accuracy.

'I-' She was cut off, as the swinging off the bath room door sounded out across the room.

'IT RETURNS.' Mellissa chanted, deepening her voice and waggling her fingers mystically.

Blaine hurried to stifle his laughs as the shadow of Kurt ghosted across the floor, and seconds later was replaced by the man himself.

His hair was wrapped in a towel that had been tied around his head so that it resembled a turban. Which was odd as he'd just been spraying his hair down, Blaine could have sworn. Protruding from his mouth was a bright pink toothbrush, and he had surprisingly foamy lips from the toothpaste.

On his face were streaks of foundation that had yet to be rubbed in and he appeared to be a cross between an ancient arab, and red Indian and a rabid man. It was all highly amusing.

'Mel.' Kurt said, though his mouth was full of toothbrush. '-ve you got a hair dryer? Need to finish off the spray with some heat' He clearly couldn't see Blaine at this point, who was standing to his left, hidden by a large pot plant.

'Err... yeah.' She said, also trying to keep from laughing which wasn't helped by Blaine's horrific face pulling to her side.

'Bottom draw of my desk, right hand side.'

'Thanks.' And with that Kurt strutted out, hips waving and turban flailing.

Blaine turned to Mel, who widened her eyes, before the pair simultaneously burst into streams of laughter. Eyes tearing up slightly as they guffawed.

'He...looks...INSANE.' Mel mumbled between laughs. 'I need my camera.' She fumbled around in her pockets before fishing out her phone.

'Come on, we need this shot.' She said, grabbing Blaine's collar and dragging him after her as she tiptoed towards her office.

xXx

She stopped outside the pulled to door. There was no sound of a hair dryer in there, or any sound at all for that matter.

Mel held her breath, and signalled for Blaine to do the same.

He gulped in the air and froze outside the door. Mel pushed it open so a slither of light escaped from the crack between the door and frame.

Kurt was standing, stock still by Mel's desk. A newspaper clutched tightly between his fingers. So tight in fact, that his knuckles had turned white. The entire colour had drained from his face leaving only a slight reddish hue that perched on his temples. The veins in his neck were pulsing to the extreme and tears were welling up in his eyes, threatening to spill over at any second.

Blaine couldn't see what the paper said, but Mel's sudden squeak was enough to give him the impression she knew what it was about.

Kurt's own breathing was stuttered and jolting. Each breath was riddled with sadness and anger.

He found his hands begin to shake as his sweaty palms still clutched at the paper. He let out a loud grunt as he ripped the front half of the paper straight down the centre.

Then he screamed.

Loud and high pitched, the very walls of Mel's office trembling around him.

Mel and Blaine both squealed a little at this and jumped away from the door. Blaine knocked against the far wall of the corridor and swore, extremely loudly.

Kurt's neck snapped up, following the sound. His eyes narrowed as he threw the paper to the ground with a cry and stormed towards the door.

His saw Blaine, standing by the wall, nursing his heel, and he marched over, his hand flying up to meet the shorter mans shoulder and pin him against the wall.

'Kurt wha-' Blaine cried out, taken aback by Kurt's sudden outburst of fury.

'You BASTARD.' Kurt yelled, his hand still trembling.

'You absolute Bastard, how could you do this? How could you let that happen? Did you know about this? You just wanted to be famous is that it? Was this you plan all the fucking time? ' The tears were streaming down Kurt's cheek now, the pale skin stained with the salty residue.

'Kurt I-'

'How Could You Blaine?' He screamed. Kurt pulled his hand back from the man's shoulder and wrapped it around himself. 'How fucking could you? I Trusted you!'

'I fucking trusted you.' That time he whispered it to himself. He was shaking his head. Trying to stop the tears that were cascading down from his stinging eyes.

It happened again. It was always the fucking same. It happened again, and he would be left alone to pick up the pieces.

Kurt shoved his way past Mellissa, whose tears of joy had turned dramatically into those of despair and panic. She held up her hand to try and stop him, but Kurt just shoved her away as he marched over to a closet door, which was yanked open to reveal a stunning array of weather wear.

Kurt pulled down a black McQueen coat and shoved it over the rest of his outfit, not caring about the clash.

He tore the towel down from his head, wincing as it snagged his hair. He then wiped his mouth quickly before hurling it down to the ground by Blaine's feet.

xXx

Blaine was shaking. He was trembling in fear and frustration. What the hell was wrong with Kurt? The other man was storming around, collecting together all of his belongings, stuffing them into his satchel without a word. Glaring daggers at both Mel and Blaine, who were still stationed dumb struck in the corridor.

As Kurt tried to get to the door past Blaine, the ebony haired man stepped before him, blocking his path.

'Move.' Kurt said, bluntly.

'Kurt I-'

'MOVE.' Kurt grabbed Blaine's shoulder yet again and thrust him against the wall.

'Kurt. What the Hell is wrong with you?' Blaine screeched, as Kurt whipped past and threw open the door.

'Like you don't know.' Kurt said bitterly.

'I don-'

'Don't play games with me Anderson. I'm your fucking boss. You work for ME!'

'But-'

'DON'T! Talk to me.'

'Kurt-'

' That's Mr. Hummel to you!'

'I don't kno-'

'Read the paper Blaine, Might do your obtuse skull some good.'

With that Kurt stormed out the door, and slammed it shut behind him, sending a gust of wind back across Mellissa and Blaine, who were standing shell shocked in the landing.

xXx

Silence.

The only movement was the fluttering strips of paper still lying on the floor of the office. They rustled around, pulling further and further apart as time went on.

The black and white ramblings on the page screamed out at the reader, framing a large close up photo in the middle. In the centre was a shot taken of two men several days ago as they were out getting coffee. The pair were laughing jovially together and Blaine's hand was entwined with Kurt's. Their arms swinging to and fro.

But this was where the tear was.

The two grinning faces of Kurt and Blaine were separated by one, solid slash, straight down between their cheeks, and hands, then running back up and right across Blaine's chest.

Splitting his heart in two, and separating him from Kurt completely.