Chapter 13! This chapter does contain a lot of angry!Blaine, which I must admit was so fun to write! It does get a little heated, but this fic is rated M anyway so it doesn't matter :D

This chapter is dedicated to my friend RainySunnyEnding as it is her birthday today :) C xx


Kurt sat on the sofa with his knees up to his chest, hugging his leg. It had been over an hour since he had left Blaine's apartment, the clock slowly edging towards twelve, and he was now being questioned by Rachel, asking him what exactly had happened that morning.

"Rachel, I've already told you what I know," He mumbled, his gaze fixed to a spot on the floor. "I can't tell you anything other than that."

"But did he actually cheat on Blaine?" Rachel was saying, pacing back and forth whilst Finn watched her from where he sat next to Kurt.

"I don't know," Kurt groaned, pressing his forehead into his knee. "He didn't say as much, but it seemed like Blaine was convinced that he had."

"Maybe they did just meet at the airport-"

"Don't tell me you're sticking up for him?" Kurt sat upright, staring at Rachel. She stopped pacing and turned to him.

"I never said that," She muttered. "I just said that it's possible."

"Well, don't," Kurt muttered looking at the floor again.

"I don't see why you're getting so worked up about this," Finn said to Kurt. "It's not like he's your boyfriend. It's not as if he cheated on you." Rachel and Kurt both turned to look at him and stared at him for a few seconds.

"It's not as simple as that, Finn," Kurt said softly.

"Well I think it is-"

"Well, it's not, okay?"

"But, why?"

Kurt didn't know what to say; was it really just that simple? Was he just getting too worked up about it? Because I like Blaine, a small voice in the back of his mind said, and he felt a knot in his chest. Do I? Kurt asked himself. He thought back to that morning, the exhilaration he had felt when he thought that Blaine was going to kiss him – a detail he had left out in his recount to Rachel. He remembered how he had been crying when he got home, how Rachel had found him leaning on the counter with tear-stained cheeks. He knew that he felt something deeper for Blaine, a sense of protectiveness but also of caring – caring more than he had for anyone else. He wanted to be with Blaine right now rather than in his apartment with Rachel and Finn. All of those feelings he had putting aside came rushing back to him, and he knew now that yes, he did like Blaine.


Walking along 29th Street, Blaine zipped his jacket up a little higher against the wind that had picked up. He wasn't sure where exactly he was headed, but he knew that the further away he was from his apartment, the better. He had walked out about ten minutes ago, leaving Sebastian stood in the middle of the living room. He wanted to forget about it all, but the whole scene just kept replaying in his mind…


"Blaine," A voice to the left of him whispered, having an instant soothing effect on him. He turned to see Kurt, who looked absolutely terrified. "Blaine, I think I should leave now." Kurt moved towards the door, waving slightly as he dashed out of the apartment and disappeared down the hall. Blaine wanted to chase after him, to bring him back. His heart sank and he took a few steps towards the door, but stopped when his gaze fixed back onto Jeremiah, and then down to Sebastian who was slowly getting up off of the floor.

"Blaine, please," Sebastian wept, coming towards him again, slowly this time. "Don't- Don't do this. I love you."

"You didn't answer my question." Blaine glared at him, stepping away from him. "Did you even go to Wisconsin?"

"Blaine-"

"Well?"

Sebastian just looked at him, breathing deeply. His eyes were red from crying, and his lip was trembling. "No." He finally whispered. Blaine felt as if he had knives in his chest; he couldn't breathe and his vision was starting to blur, his eyes stinging from holding back tears. He turned away from Sebastian and went to go into the bedroom, but changed his mind and turned back.

"Where did you go?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Seattle."

"Did you go with him?" Blaine didn't have to point this time; Sebastian knew who he was referring to. The man was still stood in the doorway, shyly watching the exchange between the two men. Sebastian sobbed as he nodded and Blaine let his tears escape. He felt sick at what he was about to ask, but he had to know.

"Did you sleep with him?"

Sebastian stared at him, stumbling over his words. That was enough for Blaine to know that, yes; Sebastian had slept with his ex. But Blaine needed to hear him say it.

"Come on, Seb," He derided. "Did you sleep with him, huh? Did you?" He pushed Sebastian's shoulders slightly, making him stumble backwards. "Did you fuck him? Tell me!" And with a final shove Sebastian fell onto the sofa that was behind him, his head buried in his hands. Blaine took a few steps back and turned to look out the window, watching the people and cars on the streets below. His thoughts turned to Kurt and how he was out there, somewhere. He felt horrible; Kurt had been caught in the crossfire, and now he was gone. Blaine wondered if he would see him again. He really hoped that he would.

He turned back to see Jeremiah with his arm around Sebastian on the sofa trying to soothe him as he cried.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Blaine laughed bitterly, causing Sebastian and Jeremiah to look up at him. He glared at Sebastian, knowing that if he looked at Jeremiah he wouldn't be able to hold himself back from breaking something, specifically Jeremiah's jaw.

"Blaine, please," Sebastian whispered, his voice hoarse and cracking. "We can talk about this properly. Just calm down."

"You want me to calm down?" Blaine scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "Ok, I'm calm," He took a deep breath. "See? Calm. Now we can talk about this-"

"Blaine-"

"Was he top or bottom?" He jabbed his finger towards Jeremiah, and watched as Sebastian cried silently. "Come on, Seb, you said we could talk about this, so let's talk about it! Why so quiet, huh?"

"Blaine, stop-"

"Come on, was he top or bottom? Or – a better question – was he better than me? Did he make you feel better than I did, huh?" He was starting to cry himself now, but he was so livid and distraught that he couldn't stop himself. "Was he a better fuck than me? Is he better between the sheets, huh?" He took a step backwards and looked around the apartment; the apartment he had shared with Sebastian for the past five years, taking in all of the things they had bought together when he thought they were happy. He saw the photos on the bookshelf and glared at them. Walking over, he focused on the one of him and Sebastian the year before; the one Kurt had picked up earlier that morning. He grabbed it from the shelf, the frame cold in his hand, and turned to Sebastian.

"What about this, hmm?" He showed the picture to Sebastian, who was still sat frozen on the sofa. He looked up at the picture; Blaine had never seen him so vulnerable before. "Were you ever happy with me?"

"Of course I was!" Sebastian cried, moving away from Jeremiah and stepping towards Blaine.

"Were you though? Were you really?" Blaine looked at the photograph himself, remembering suddenly how they had gotten together; Sebastian had only broken up with Jeremiah a few weeks beforehand, and was probably still on the rebound. At first their affiliation had mainly been sex, but Blaine had pushed it to something more; to a relationship. Sebastian had been distant at first, but Blaine put it down to him being wary of entering a new relationship so soon after his last one had ended, especially when Sebastian began to relax after a few weeks. "Were you ever over him?"

Blaine looked up to see Sebastian tearfully gazing at the picture in his hands, and knew his answer. No, Sebastian had never really been over Jeremiah; it's just that Blaine was everything he had wanted, only in the wrong body.

"How long?" He asked quietly, looking back to the picture, trying to remember what it felt like to be a part of that happy couple smiling back at him.

"Four months." Sebastian croaked in reply, tears still streaming down his face. Blaine closed his eyes tightly, begging for the tears not to fall. But when he heard the light drop of it hitting the glass over the picture, he felt his grip tighten as if he was trying desperately to hold onto the happy memory.

And then it had all happened so quickly. He heard the smash first; his body had given in to the sobs that he had been pushing down into his chest, his knees had gone weak and his hands let go of the frame. The glass had smashed upon impact with the floor, shards of it scattered around Blaine's feet and over the picture. And then he had opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by shattered pictures, frames and memories lying broken on the floor; he had pulled them all off the shelf in anger.

"Hey, steady!" Jeremiah had stepped forwards to try and calm him down, holding out a hand to place on his shoulder as the glass crunched beneath his feet. Blaine turned on him, glaring at him as he stepped towards him.

"You get the fuck out of my house!" Blaine yelled, grabbing Jeremiah by the collar and pulling him towards the door.

"Blaine!" Sebastian cried out, standing again. Blaine turned to glare at him, and upon seeing the expression his face slowly let go of Jeremiah's collar.

"You make me sick," He mumbled to Jeremiah before stalking off to his bedroom. He opened his wardrobe and grabbed a jacket before walking back out into the apartment, heading straight for the door.

"Blaine, where are you going?" Sebastian attempted to follow him, but only stumbled forwards a few steps.

"Away from here," He retorted, turning to glare at Sebastian. He took in how Jeremiah was now standing next to Sebastian, and felt another crippling blow in his chest. "I hope you two are very happy together." He jeered before turning and walking out, pulling the door shut behind him.


Kurt was still sat in the same position he had been in five minutes ago, still reeling from his revelation. He liked Blaine, and although it sounded childish it was the only way that could describe it. Rachel and Finn had been talking next to him, but he hadn't really been listening to what they had been saying. He had picked up on a few words, but when he put them together they didn't make any sense and he had no idea if had actually heard them.

"Kurt?" Rachel had noticed that he was silent and was now looking at him with concern. "Kurt, are you okay?" She sat herself down on the other side of him to Finn, gently placing her hand on his back. He nodded silently, and she looked at Finn, silently asking him what she should say or do next. But he just shrugged, and so Rachel turned back to Kurt. "Do you want to talk about it?" This time Kurt didn't nod his head, but he didn't shake it either; he just sat still, staring at the floor. Rachel thought for a few seconds before silently shooing Finn out of the room. He protested at first, but after a stern look from his fiancée he conceded and left.

"Kurt, it's just me now," She soothed, trying to get into his line of vision. "Are you sure you don't want to talk?"

Under her hand she felt her best friend sigh heavily, and then he sat up and looked at her. He looked pained, upset. Rachel hated seeing him upset and pulled him in for a hug, for once not caring that he wouldn't tell her why he was distressed. Kurt leant his head on her shoulder and let her wrap her arms around him.

In the background, they heard Kurt's Blackberry vibrate against the table, and they both looked up at it, neither of them making a move to pick it up. Rachel glanced between the phone and Kurt, but she could tell that he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Want me to see who it's from?" She asked quietly, moving slightly towards the phone. Kurt nodded silently and she reached out to gently pick up his phone, glancing at the screen. Her eyes snapped up to Kurt's, but he couldn't read her expression; she seemed confused, scared and surprised all in one go, and he felt his heart beat quicken.

"Who is it?" He whispered.

"It's Blaine," She replied, looking back down at the screen. "Do you want to read it?" She offered his phone out to him, but he shook his head and pushed it back.

"You read it."

"You sure?" Her finger hesitated over the button, and she looked up at Kurt. He nodded silently and she pressed 'Ok', the message opening and filling the screen.

"Kurt, I left him," she read, looking up at Kurt to register his reaction, but he just stared at the floor. Internally, his heart was racing and his head was swimming. "And now I'm just walking around New York on my own. Can I see you? I need to talk to someone and I don't know who else to go to. Blaine xx" She looked at the message for a few more seconds before looking up to Kurt. "Are you going to go and see him?"

Kurt continued to stare at the floor; he needed to think this over. He wanted to go to Blaine so badly, to comfort him and to be there for him, but he didn't want to have to confront his feelings for him. He knew that as soon as he saw Blaine again they would all come rushing back, and he wasn't sure if he could deal with another wave of attack from them. But if he didn't go and see Blaine, he would be letting him down, leaving him to walk around the city on his own when he should really be with a friend. He turned to Rachel and requested his phone. She placed it in his upturned hand and he looked at the message for himself, taking in the kisses at the end that nearly made his heart stop.

He hit reply and his fingers hovered over the keypad. He stared at the cursor on the screen as it blinked at him, deciding what to say.

"Sure," He finally typed. "Where are you? Xx" He hit send and watched little envelope on the screen until 'SENT' came up on the screen. He felt cold with adrenaline as he waited for the reply. It came almost instantly.

"Clement Clarke Moore Park xx" Kurt's stomach flipped; that was only 10 minutes away from his apartment. He looked to Rachel. "He's in Clement Clarke Moore," He whispered. Her eyes widened, surprised, and then she pulled him up from the sofa and led him out to the kitchen, passing a confused Finn along the way, grabbing his jacket and pushing him towards the door.

"Go and see him, Kurt," She instructed. "He needs you." Kurt nodded, slowly at first but then he started to gain enthusiasm; Blaine needed him, and he wasn't about to give up on him. Tugging on his jacket, he opened the door, grabbed his keys and left. He put his keys in his pocket and made his way to the stairs, typing out a reply to Blaine as he went.

"Be there in ten xx" Send.


Blaine sat on his own, watching couples and families pass by him on the bench where he sat. They looked happy; they looked in love. His chest ached and his head was pounding from crying, but for now he had managed to calm himself to just allowing a few silent tears to occasionally run down his cheeks. He looked back to the clock on his phone - 12:27. It had been just over ten minutes since Kurt had told him he was on his way, and Blaine looked up around him helplessly; he still wasn't here yet.


Kurt ran into Clement Clarke Moore Park and looked about him, desperately searching out Blaine. He looked between the happy families and loved-up couples, hunting for the dark-haired, handsome man who was waiting for him.

After what felt like an hour, Kurt's gaze finally landed upon the form of Blaine Anderson, sat by himself on the other side of the park. He ran over to him, wishing that Blaine would just look up already and see him there. He came to a stop in front of him, less than a metre between them, and Blaine looked silently up at him.

Kurt's heart broke at the sight; Blaine looked up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes that were brimming with tears, his cheeks were wet from crying and his bottom lip was trembling. Kurt sat next to him and wordlessly pulled him into his embrace just as Blaine broke down crying again.

Kurt let him cry in his arms; he was here to be his friend, and he had to push aside his urges to silence the man in his arms with a kiss.

"I'm sorry – for putting you – in that – horrible situation-" Blaine sobbed, gasping for air in between words, but Kurt hushed him.

"It wasn't your fault, Blaine," He soothed, hugging him closer. "None of it was."

They sat together for another ten minutes before Blaine realised the time. "Oh my God!" He gasped, sitting up straight and making to leave. "I, the matinee- I'm late for work!" He got up to leave, but Kurt was having none of it.

"Blaine, sit down." His voice was firm and demanded attention – it was his teacher voice. Blaine stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel to look at Kurt, not expecting the voice that had come from his mouth. He raised an eyebrow, but Kurt didn't smile; he gave him the stare he used on his students when he wanted them to know he was being serious, and it looked as if it was having the same effect on Blaine. "Give me your phone." He said, his voice level and calm. Blaine chuckled initially, not believing what he was hearing, but gave over his phone nonetheless.

Kurt scrolled through his contacts to find Sue, the manager of the Palace Theatre and Blaine's boss. He pressed dial and held the phone to his ear, all the while Blaine watching him with complete curiosity, albeit combined with a small drop of fear. He listened to the dial tone, waiting for Sue to pick up, and moved away from the bench when Blaine stepped forward to try and listen.

"Anderson!" Sue's voice barked down the phone, making Kurt jump. "Where the hell are you? The show's about to start! Y'know what? Never mind, I'm putting Trent on in your place. You better be here tonight or I'll fire your goddamn ass-"

"Um, Blaine won't be making tonight either." Kurt said quietly, still quite scared of Sue even when she was on the other side of a satellite connection.

"What?" She yelled again. "Who is this?"

"I said, Blaine won't be coming in tonight, either," Kurt repeated whilst dodging Blaine as he tried to take his phone back.

"Excuse me? Why the hell not?"

"I'm afraid he's had a bit of a personal dilemma and he is in no fit state to perform," Kurt explained, putting on his 'professional' voice that he used to use when enquiring about interviews before he got his job at NYADA. "Don't worry, he isn't ill or injured, but he has been deeply shaken emotionally and will need at least twenty-four hours to recover. He'll be in work tomorrow, though," He raised an eyebrow at Blaine. "That, I can assure you."


Blaine stood by, watching Kurt like how a schoolboy watches his mom when she's telling the school he's ill and needs a day off. Kurt spoke for a little while longer before hanging up the phone and handing it back to Blaine, smiling smugly.

"I got you the day off work," He said proudly. "So you're going to come to mine and we're going to talk over what happened this morning. I don't want you being on your own tonight."

Blaine smiled and sighed to himself. He knew he could depend on Kurt; even after all these years, Kurt was still the quiet, sensible one looking after the louder, more impulsive Blaine. He took Kurt's outstretched hand and gave it a squeeze, and Kurt smiled, pulling him along with him. Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and linked his arm through his, making Blaine laugh the whole way back to his apartment.