'When you've left your message, please hang up, or press the hash key for more options.'

*BEEP*

"Blaine… it's, um… it's Kurt, if you haven't already worked that out—which I suppose you have. Please, pick up the phone… please. I really, really want to talk to you. You know that we have to talk about what happened and I… I just… I was so stupid, Blaine. You won't understand why, but I was stupid and I panicked and I ran away, because I just didn't know what to do.

I really, really want- no need ...to talk to you… but you aren't picking up your phone… I probably deserve this, really, because I did run out on you without any explanation, which was just... eugh... I'm so sorry.

I totally deserve to have you ignore me for all eternity and I —I know I deserve it, but I don't… I don't think that I can actually deal with it. You're my… well my best friend, Blaine, I need you to talk to me. I'm so unbelievably sorry right now, I just... I need you to know that. Please, please call me back. Please."

Click

Many people would be concerned if they knew that it was the great Kurt Hummel hurtling past them. His coat flapping in the wind and his scarf swiping at those who came too close.

But, to them, he was just another, ordinary guy. He'd probably left his keys at home, or left his hair straighteners on, or some other problem that would cause the excessive running. No one would have expected him to actually be running after the one guy who he lo- liked most in the world, who he may well have lost over one stupid, spontaneous outburst.

But they don't know he's Kurt Hummel, because of course, they don't know what Kurt Hummel looks like anymore

xXx

After the incident with Adam, Nothing was released to the press. Kurt shrunk away, and curled into himself. He stopped doing interviews or radio shows, no longer were their people desperate for his opinion, or asking probing questions. No more did he have to worry about photos of him being leaked to the press, because he just wasn't there anymore.

Suddenly, for some unknown (to the public) reason, he just...stopped.

Kurt missed a week of school and work, and when he came back, he came back silent. Isolated. He didn't speak to anyone and constantly had music playing in his ear and his nose buried in a sketch book. Nobody knew what happened. There were rumours, of course, but no one would ever prove them to be right. Or, for that matter, wrong.

The only people he ever seemed to talk to, were Ms Bentley, his family and of course his friends via text. Which totalled to about 7 people. In the entire world.

The photographer had shown the incriminating pictures to the court, then somehow succeeded in making the rest of the paparazzi back off, which truly was a god send.

Of course Kurt still sometimes received emails or phone calls in which people asked about his sudden change, but of course, he never answered them. Instead Ms Bentley made a statement to the press in which she politely told them to 'fuck off'.

It took him months before he began to talk to people again. His self confidence was in ruins and it took all his efforts not to just turn into an anxiety ridden ball and cry. His trust was shredded and his new found issues with letting other people in led to him becoming more outcast and shelled up than ever before.

So, now...years later, and he was still at heart that terrified boy who was so deeply traumatized. And he had potentially just lost his only real confidant and friend, all because he couldn't let go of the past.

xXx

Operation – Find Blaine and Explain to him What A Jack Ass You Were and Beg for his Forgiveness part one (aka. FBAETHWAJAYWABFHFPO) – is in action.

Ok, where had he checked.

Office. Done.

The Three Wishes. Obviously done.

The fountain a block or so down from the office. (the one that held particularly fond memories of one afternoon, in which both Kurt and Blaine ended up falling in, and trudging all the way back to find Mel, both sopping wet and laughing hysterically) Checked.

Office. Checked again.

Rang Steph. Not helpful response ('get off your freaking phone and look for him you idiot')

Rang...correction...ringing Melissa now...

ring

Is this a good idea?

ring

What harm can it do?

ring

What if she's mad at him too, like Blaine undoubtedly is?

ring

Oh crap, maybe he should just hang up now before-

'Hey Kurt. You finally called.' The snarky tone of his assistant bit at his ears through the phone.

Oh, Okay, well...she sounds...calm enough. But that doesn't mean anything. Mel, like Kurt, can be a master of voice control when she needs to be, so yeah, she's fine. Not at all angry.

'Took your time young man, have you Any Idea what you've done to Blaine.'

Oh, crap, well there goes that theory.

'Kurt. What you did was out of line. I hope you know that. I mean, hell, knowing you and what was probably going through your mind, I'd say sure, what you did was understandable, but seriously. This is Blaine, Kurt. Blaine. Innocent baby Blaine who is so smitten with you he'd rather shave off his gorgeous hair than see you cry. He would never ever do something like Ad- That man did to you, hell he doesn't need to. He doesn't even understand the press. Just being friends with you is enough for him. He told me himself.'

'I-' Kurt could feel tears pricking his eyes. His breathing was stuttered as Mel's voice became louder and louder.

'Kurt. Please. You screwed up, really big, and Blaine should be pissed with you. But he's not. He stayed with me and was almost in floods over you. Right this minute he's running round like a loon in search of you, because he thinks it's his fault you screamed at him. You need to find Blaine, and fix this mess. I'll help you, I've already explained to him, why you freaked out, but he needs to hear it from you.'

Kurt was stuck between wanting to cry over Blaine, or wanting to bitch slap Mel for spilling his life story.

The first option seemed best at the moment, he could always deal with Mel later, but the longer he left Blaine, the longer this mess would continue, and he wanted it to be over a soon a physically possible.

'Mel. I don't know what to do. I- I screwed up so bad, and now Blaine ...he won't answer my calls or anything...and...and I can't even' Kurt's sniffles echoed down the line. The offending sound breaking Mel from her protagonist mind set.

Mel cursed under her breath. Holding her hand to the phone causing a loud crackle at Kurt's end. Maybe shouting hadn't been the best plan. Her noble speech was sorta turning to crap now Kurt was crying.

'Look Kurt. I just got back to the office. I've been hunting for the pair of you for the past few hours, just come back and sit with me for a bit. There's no point in searching for him anymore. You'll just get even more lost. Come back and hopefully Blaine will too.'

'But- he won't. He hates me. He's not answering his phone or anything-'

'Kurt. Blaine does not hate you. Want to know why I spent my time searching for you imbeciles? Because Blaine was in such a rush to find you he left his freaking cell on the coffee table.'

'Oh.' Kurt trailed off, his tone only depicting some of his embarrassment.

'Yeah.'

'I-'

'Kurt. Come back now. I shall sort the rest out.' It seemed a good idea. The sky was getting darker and darker, not only because of the time, but because the rain clouds seemed intent on showering the city yet again.

'But Mel-'

'Now or I will burn your closet. I know where you live Kurtie. Fear me. Fear me.' She snarled the last part, attempting to reproduce a Disney-esque villain voice- but failing.

Kurt laughed down the phone, Mel smiled at his response, glad she had changed his mind set just a little.

'Hey, I'm the one threatening you!' She said in jest.

'So?'

'Well. Can't you act a bit more...threatened?'

Kurt just snorted. 'No.'

'Eugh fine. Just be back here soon. I'll find your Blainey pie .'

'He's not my B-'

'Bye Kurt.'

With that she hung up. Leaving Kurt alone with his thoughts as he span around and headed back to the office before the heavens opened up.

xXx

Blaine was frantic. Not only could he not find Kurt, but he'd left his freaking cell back at the office. So no chance of calling his friend either.

He had considered turning back on his route and fetching his phone, but that would completely destroy his objective, plus, most likely take his further from Kurt.

He'd do anything to actually see Kurt right now, and not have him flee from him in rage.

Hell, if he'd known that Kurt would freak out like that, he'd have smashed the paps over the head with his guitar.

They'd traumatized Kurt enough before hand, couldn't they give him a little privacy. Sure the odd photo, not too bad. But deliberately pairing him off as a couple was just taking the cherry.

Did they not know what that Adam prick had done?

Well, No.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was that he had hurt Kurt.

It was his fault that the press found them. His fault for speaking so loud. His fault for being so touchy feely and emotional. His fault that he hadn't stopped the cameras, and his fault that he hadn't run after Kurt when he had the chance.

And now he was paying for it.

Blaine stared at his feet as he wondered the city streets in search of his best friend. His mind lost in thought as his hair swooped across his forehead, obscuring his eyes from the oncoming crowds.

He was humming Dress and Tie under his breath (totally not on purpose, honestly) as he trudged down the streets. He was considering heading over to the three wishes. He knew Kurt and Steph had become quite close in the past few weeks, so maybe he had sought refuge there.

After walking several blocks towards the cafe Blaine's bangs were getting on his nerves. The hair cut's he was receiving to reduce his gel use were fantastic, but he was approaching his next one, meaning his hair was stupidly long at the moment. His bangs were currently swinging back and forth, tickling his temples and the bridge of his nose. Blaine blew, trying to move the hair without his hands, but that failed miserably, as when the hair flew up, it of course had to land. And the place it landed was right in Blaine's eye.

Blaine hissed and blinked repeatedly, his eyes tearing up as the sting of hair resided.

He stopped walking and straightened up, brushing his hair back up into a quiff.

When he looked back in front of him, to where the street was meant to be, he was instead met with the sight of a red nautical blazer and the force of a woman colliding with him.

He was about to let his tongue slip and give the woman the full force of his pent up aggression before he realised who it was.

'Steph?'

'Oh my god Blaine?'

'Steph, what are you doing here?'

'I could ask you the same thing!' She jutted her hip out and let her palm rest on the curve. He mouth was set in a firm pout and her eyes were glaring daggers at Blaine.

'You should be out there with your man, getting back together and making all those gay babies like we know you want to.'

Blaine stood stock still at the girl's speech, his jaw hanging a little slack as he stared at her.

'Seriously B, what has happened between my two favourite boys?'

'I- We are not together and I do not want to make ...babies with him!' Blaine said, still slightly stuck on the first accusation.

'Yeah you keep telling yourself that Hun.' she answered in a voice that said clearly that she didn't have much faith in the man's beliefs. 'But seriously, what the hell. Because I spent my day talking to him while he spilled his life story over a mocha. You have messed this guy up big time, and don't tell me that that call you made me this morning made any difference cos it seriously didn't. So explain B, or I shall find your guitar, and attack it with a gavel.'

'I- I don't know what I did!'

'Hmm...well from what I've heard it's basically your ignorance that got you in this place, so basics you need an attitude makeover. '

'...'

'Blaine. Why are we talking about this in the middle of the street? Come with me, and we can sort this out.'

She grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him down the road. The pair weaved in and out of the frantic shoppers and tourists all parading the streets in their coats and scarves. People were hidden behind hats and umbrellas as the storm clouds drew closer.

'Inside, now.' Steph said, yanking him into an open shop. It was nothing exciting, just a typical grocery. With fresh fruit and veg lining the walls and a huge freezer near the back, stocked with drinks and ice creams, unsuitable for the outside weather. The shop was deserted bar a small woman behind the counter. Her headphones blasting music through her eyes, and her eyes shut as she bobbed up and down to the beat.

'So Blaine. First things first. Have you rung Kurt yet?'

'Err...well you see, I left my phone back in the office.'

Steph's hands flew to her forehead, where a resounding smack was heard as flesh struck flesh.

'Idiot.' She muttered as she looked back over to Blaine. 'Ok, so...what have you done so far.'

'I..why do you want to know?

'Because, Kurt found me and we talked, the poor soul is having a rough time, and I don't want you guys to fight. So I'm gonna help you reconcile and be happy again. Then I can be invited to your wedding where I shall be maid of honour and we shall all live happily ever after.'

'...Okay...' Blaine said slowly, marvelled by his friend.

'So, here is the new plan. Do you know Kurt's number?'

'YES...i mean...yeah..I think.' Blaine finished hastily, picking idly at his fingernail.

'Okay, well plug it into my cell and I'll ring him. You in the mean time are going to search this store for anything you can that will make you both happy and full of unicorns and sunshine and rainbows and other shit like that.'

'Ha' Blaine snorted. 'Come on, be a little gayer, I dare you.'

'Not the time mister.' Steph said as she fished through her pockets for her phone. Once she found it she slipped it into Blaine's hand.

'Type away lover boy.' She smirked, scanning the store for possible gifts.

Almost as soon as Blaine entered the last digit, Steph snatched the phone away from him and cradled it in her palm.

'Ice creams over there.' She said, gesturing to the freezer. 'Get two tubs, and we can pop next door to grab a movie.'

Blaine knew better than to argue with his friend as she dialled the number. The dial tone whining tinnily throughout the store. She held the phone up to her ear, sweeping her curls away from the device.

'Hey Kurt it's Steph!' She chirped as soon as the phone picked up.

'Hey...Steph? This isn't Kurt I'm afraid. This is Mel, I'm his assistant'

'Why do you have his phone? Where is he?'

Oh, right. He's busy, he just got back from looking for someone. Can I help you with something?' By Mel's tone Steph was pretty sure she hadn't worked out who she was yet. (which was kind of insulting because seriously, the great Steph needs to be known)

'Yes. Ok. He's located' She swatted at Blaine who kept giving her questioning looks. 'Great. Ok, I'm roping in your help. I'm with Blaine right now.'

'Oh, you're Blaine's friend. They talk about you a lot!' Mel said, realisation dawning.

'Great, great, thanks but at this point in time we have work to do. As our boys respective hags, we need to get them back together again.' She hissed.

'Umm, I don't think they were together in the first-'

'That's not the point. It's that with our help they soon will be. I know I don't know you like at all. But seriously. My one's been moping around like a sad little lost kitten. It's so sickly and heart breaking but I'm fed up now. I'm currently with him buying ice cream and shiz in the hopes of drawing Kurt into his arms with gifts and then those two can reconcile and be happy yadayadayada.'

Mel snorted. 'Pfft Tell me about it. Kurt looked like a puppy who'd just been kicked. Oh god, I just kicked a puppy. I'm a horrible person.'

'Now is not the time for self pity woman.' Steph barked. Once again smacking Blaine as he attempted to listen in. 'I've spent most of mu day yelling at these boys telling they are both wrong and they need to make it right. But they certainly ain't doing that by themselves. We need a plan...Now listen very closely...'

xXx

Ok, so an hour later, and Blaine and Steph were sitting in a cab on their way to Blaine's office. Mel had agreed to force Kurt to stay there, then as soon as Blaine arrived, both Steph and Mel would have to mysteriously 'disappear' along with the keys. Thus leaving the two boys locked in the room together until they sorted things out (and as Steph kept saying. 'Got their gay loving on')

Currently Steph was cradling a huge shopping bag in her lap. Full of Ice cream (strawberry and chocolate-non fat organic) a romantic comedy. (My Best Friends Wedding- don't ask why) and a huge bunch of flowers.

In the office, Mel had sneakily ordered some take away sushi and was currently setting it up in one of the studios. Making a very swanky dinner for two. (one toilet break to order the food, one to collect the food, and one to set it up- no way was Kurt suspicious, honestly.)

As the taxi drew up to the office doors, Blaine's heart was pounding so loud he couldn't hear Steph talk. He had no idea what he should be nervous about. Kurt had freaked out on him, and was apparently really sorry for doing so, yet he still felt it was his fault. There was so much he could have done to prevent this happening. He only hoped that the girls plan worked. (no matter what they said, he knew they were planning something)

'-and so then you just stroll on in and say. Kurt. I love you. Take me here on this desk. Then you sweep the papers off it and you get your loving on.'

Blaine spluttered. 'Wha-What?'

'Oh please Blaine. You so want to. I see it in your eyes!'

'I- This is no time for joking. This is serious. What do I say? I don't know what to do.'

'B. He already loves you, just say Hey Kurt, then thrust the flowers in his face, and you'll be clear. Capeesh.'

'I-'

'Blaine. Move it. NOW.'

They had arrived at the building. Blaine laced his fingers around the car door handle and took in a deep, calming breath.

'Alright buster, enough with the Melodramatics.' Steph sparred, before shoving Blaine out the door, sending him tumbling onto the street. As she stepped gracefully out over his sprawled body, she gazed up at the building.

'Sweet place you got here B. Hey, can you wait here for a moment.' She asked the driver 'I won't be long.'

The cab driver nodded and pulled out a cigarette, which he proceeded to light.

Blaine picked himself up off the ground and dusted down his attire as his eyes locked with the door.

'Here goes.' He murmured to himself as he stepped forward.

Steph shoved the bag into his hands, and the flowers into the other, before stepping back and leaning against the cab.

Blaine stopped right outside the door. The bell glaring offensively at him as his shuddering body wavered nervously.

'Steph I really don-'

'Blaine. Shut up and ring the god damn bell.'

Blaine nodded once and quickly pressed the small black button before his sanity and nerves could get the better of him.

xXx

The sound of the door bell rang out through the office. Interrupting the court room drama that was currently blasting through the TV speakers.

'I'll get it.' Mel all but shrieked as she jumped to her feet.

'You sure Mel, I've done nothing but sit around all day moping, the least I can do is-'Kurt stammered as his friend bustled around the room, quickly shoving all the mess into the corners of the room and behind the couches.

'NO, I mean...err...no it's fine. You just stay right here. Don't move.' She answered, nodding at her work well done.

'Mel I-'

'Don't Move.' She growled as she stepped backwards out the room and slammed the door behind her.

The clattering of her heels echoed down the hall as she ran to the front door.

She unlocked it and swung it open in a flurry that sent a gust of cold wind blowing down the hall, rustling the coats on the stand.

'Blaine.' She squealed. (Professionally of course) before engulfing him in a hug.

'You came back. Great. Kurt's just upstairs in the lounge by his office.'

'Err...right... Is he still mad at me?'

'No no, of course not. Just at himself for being a self righteous idiot. But yeah, if you say sorry he'll be bound to say the same, then you two can be friends again, and we girls can have our peace.'

'Amen to that sister.' Steph called from by the cab.

'Steph you came. I'll just grab my coat.' Mel rushed to the coat rack and pulled down a sleek Pavarotti trench with red lining.

'Now Blaine. You just go up there and be as dapper as you can, and call us when you and Kurt are friends again ok?' She said, stepping out the door past him.

'Err...'

'Great. Then we'll be off. Have fun.' Mel shoved him in through the door, and pulled it shut behind him despite Blaine's stumbles and protests.

She fished through her bag before pulling out a small silver key, which she slipped into the buildings lock.

'Best to be sure eh?' Steph smirked as Mel locked the office behind her, leaving the two men alone.

'So, where are we off to?' She asked as the two slipped back into the taxi and drove off into the night.

xXx

Kurt turned the TV off when he heard the front door slam. The eerie silence no filling the room was quite unnerving to say the least.

'Mel?' he called out into the emptiness.

'Mel, who was it?' There was no reply.

'Mel? You there?' Again, only a silent echo and the sound of wind outside greeted his ears in response.

'Quit it. This isn't funny Mellissa.'

The sound of footsteps in the hall caught Kurt's attention. The squeak of a rubber sole which could never belong to Mellissa's heels sounded out and really captured the young man.

He almost screamed when a loud knocking chimed across the office, followed by the buzzing of his IPhone.

He quickly grabbed his cell and scrolled through notifications where he found a new message from Mel.

It simply read Thank me later.

The knocking sounded again, and Kurt got tentatively to his feet, leaving the ominous message still open on the screen, and crept slowly over to the door.

He placed his ear to the wood, listening to the sounds of the intruder that was definitely not his assistant. Heavy breathing could be heard, along with low, moral boosting mutterings.

No.

It couldn't be.

Kurt's fingers laced around the door handle as he twisted slowly.

A loud and obnoxious creak could be heard as Kurt stepped back from the opening door, his hands still firmly in place.

It was.

Blaine stood before him, clutching a bunch of beautiful Chrysanthemums and white camellias.

'Kurt.' He announced. 'We need to talk.'

A/N: The flowers mean. You're Adorable, and Everlasting Friendship.

So, I went to see glee live at the O2, with Dani and it was INCREDIBLE, seriously loved it. The cast were amazing and the show was fantastic. Chris singing I want to hold your hand was beautiful and Darren's dancing was hilarious. Teenage dream...Swoooon! Diana was sick, but meh, the awesomeness of the Klaine skit and single ladies made up for that. I also met the lovely Kaylee...aka JustCallMeObsessed, who is really awesome and you must all go and stalk her .