Kurt's POV

I watched Blaine in despair as he stormed down the hall away from my apartment. As soon as he left, the guilt washed over me of what I have done to him. He was right, I shouldn't have done this. I knew how he felt about his parents beliefs, and here I went thinking if I brought them together I could fix everything. But I was wrong.

"I can't believe you Kurt" his words kept echoing in my head. Seeing that single tear fall from his amber eyes completely broke me inside. I knew I had done wrong, Blaine doesn't trust me anymore. What have I done?

Whilst in my thoughts I had forgotten I wasn't alone in my apartment. I turned around to see Mr. and Mrs. Anderson standing in my kitchen. Mrs. Anderson had a flushed face filled with worry, and Mr. Anderson had his arm around her shoulders in attempt to comfort her. I finally shut the door after ten minutes of Blaine's departure and turn to face them completely.

"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, i-I'm so sorry," I began but I was stopped my Mrs. Anderson hushing me and coming to my side.

"Kurt, don't you be sorry for a single thing," she laid her hand on my arm for comfort. "None of us knew Blaine would react like that. What he needs is time sweetie, we all thought he would be ready by now, but it seems he just needs a little longer."

"Just because Pauline and I are ready to apologize and accept his true wishes of his future doesn't mean he'll be ready to accept it. But when he is, we'll be right here waiting for him with open arms." Mr. Anderson piped up.

"But do you really think he will be ok? Will he forgive me? I mean what I did was awful." I said burying my face in my hands.

"Even though what you did may not have pleased Blaine, you had his best interests in mind. Perhaps it was too soon, but you were just trying to help." Wow, their words are what I really wanted to hear. "And when Blaine sees that and understands it he will forgive you, I'm certain." Mrs. Anderson finished.

I gathered myself from my crumbling state and put on the most genuine smile I could muster. "Thank you, thank you both so much. I'm sorry things went the way they did, but I'm happy that you came, and it was so wonderful being able to meet you."

"It was no trouble really, we were happy to come and meet you." Mr. Anderson said. "Hopefully, we'll see you again in the near future."

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson gathered their things and made their way to the door, I followed.

"I hope you'll be ok Kurt, call us if you need anything." Mrs. Anderson said hugging me then exited my appointment.

"I certainly will! Have a safe trip home!" I called to them as they left the apartment.

Having everyone now gone filled my apartment with silence. There was no chance of me sleeping tonight, I felt too guilty. I just did what I thought was best, went to my bedroom and just laid on my bed. All I could think about was Blaine. I always dreaded the day when I would see him hurt, but I never hoped that I was the one who would have caused it. I have truly never felt this sorry. Mrs. Anderson's words calmed me to some extent though; she made me really believe that Blaine would forgive me. But I don't know if he can do it on his own. I need to show him that I understand what I did was wrong, and what my true intentions were.

Hours passed whilst I was in my bed, just thinking of ways to prove to Blaine I'm sorry. I couldn't seem to think straight, tonight jumbled my brain to no end. I couldn't be more thankful that Finn and Rachel were coming this Friday. I need them now more than ever. I looked over at my clock at saw that it was now 2:00 am and my eyes were beginning to feel heavy, I had almost forgotten I had work in the morning. Blaine is just all I can think about. I wondering what he is doing now, did he make it back to his apartment? Is he sad? Is he angry? All these questions with answers I don't know are making me feel sick.

I pick up my phone and check to see if by any chance that Blaine had tried to contact me. I wasn't expecting him to, but I know it would have made me feel a lot better to see a message from him on this illuminated screen. No messages from him. In the dim light of my room I type out a message simply saying "I'm sorry". I don't even know if that was a good idea, but I'm just too tired and guilty right now that I couldn't think of what else to do.

Blaine's POV

I continue walking down the hall, trying my hardest to not turn back. When I rounded the staircase tears ran down my face. I feel awful for saying what I did to Kurt, but deep down I felt like he deserved it, I still do not like what he had done. He knew how I felt about the situation with my parents, yet he still tried to fix it. He didn't even ask if I was ready for it!

When I walked out the door of the apartment building the fresh air hit my skin and for a minute, just a minute soothed my sadness. I took two deep breaths and closed my eyes. I have to keep it together. After a minute or two of standing in the fresh air on the hard New York pavement, I wiped the tears from my eyes and got in the first cab I saw to head back to my apartment. If there is anything I need right now, it's a friend and I know I can find one there.

The cab ride would be about twenty minutes enough to give me a little bit more time to think by myself before I tell Mike everything. I do feel a lot of anger towards Kurt right now, but I do still love him. And my conscience is telling me that Kurt really was just trying to help. But I would feel a whole lot better about all of this if he had just asked me first. I know that I have it in me to forgive him, but I think what I need right now is just some time away from him. To really collect my thoughts, so I can have a conversation with him about how I felt about what happened tonight.

I really do hope he is ok. The things I said to him were not exactly loving words a boyfriend should say, but I did mean them, but wish I hadn't have been so harsh. But this doesn't mean what he did was ok. I'm so confused right now, and I just want Kurt to hold me and tell me everything will be ok. But right now I know that he can't be the one to do that.