AN: Still the same arc as the previous drabbles but a couple of months down the road from the last one. Inspired by lyrics from "Follow Me" by Atomic Kitten.
"Blaine!" Rachel said, surprised to see me as I hadn't told either her or Kurt I was coming to the city. "What are you doing here?"
"Spring Break. I figured if you and Kurt don't mind a house guess that I'd spend it in the city."
"Come in," Rachel said, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside.
"Is Kurt here?" I asked, letting my duffel bag fall to the floor as she closed the door.
"Yes. Other than to go to work he doesn't leave the apartment."
"What about the appointments?"
"He stopped going," Rachel said with a shrug. "Not sure why."
I nodded as I headed toward the curtain surrounding Kurt's bed. "Hey, Kurt?"
Before I could reach the curtain, the cloth was pushed aside and Kurt was standing there. The bruises were gone, but his eyes were dull and he had lost weight since I saw him last.
"Up for a visitor?" I ask.
"You're welcome anytime," Kurt replied, a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. I missed his smile - the one that lit up the room he was in. But more than anything I wanted him happy.
"Let's go get some coffee, like old times. I'm sure you've got some favorite little café here in the city."
Kurt crossed his arms protectively across himself. "I'd rather not."
I stepped forward, placing my hand on his arm. "You can't keep hiding, Kurt. Don't let one bad experience close you off from experiencing life . . . and love."
"We're not dating," Kurt replied.
"That doesn't mean I don't love you, even if all you want from me is friendship."
"I'm not sure what I want."
I nodded, knowing that pressure is the last thing he needs. "I'll help you figure things out. For starters though, let's go get coffee. I'll be right by your side," I tell him, slipping an arm around his shoulders and leading him toward the door.