A/N: Another angsty AU!Klaine that came from pretty much nowhere.

Kurt and Blaine sat across from each other in a tense silence.

"I don't see why you have to leave." Kurt said softly, and Blaine sighed.

"It's my life. And you knew that."

Kurt blinked once, twice, before averting his gaze to the table.

Blaine pressed his palms to the wood. "I said I'd stay a week."

"You said you'd fall in love with me by then."

"I said I might fall in love with you. I never promised anything."

Kurt drew in a steady breath through his nose, his eyes still trained on the table.

"I didn't think you'd break my heart."

Blaine's eyes narrowed. "Don't blame this on me. My life…it's full of chance encounters. I make people happy for a week, and then I leave them with only the memories. If I break a heart, then fine…but you knew what you were getting into."

Kurt bit at his lower lip – as if it would do something to soothe the ache of his heart ripping in two.

"Look. I've got to go." Blaine stood and moved to the door, grabbing his suitcase.

"You're a coward." Kurt said, still at the table, but this time glaring at Blaine. "You're afraid of commitment. You can't say that this past week hasn't meant something to you. That you didn't feel something? That the magnets on the fridge advertising holiday homes weren't hints that you might've stayed, and actually gone there? With me?" he was standing now, an arm flung out towards the fridge, where indeed, there were holiday home brochures attached.

Blaine sighed, a gentle but frustrated hand running through his hair. "It's a part of my job. When you find a partner, you might take them there someday."

"Don't say that."

Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Don't call it your job like you don't remember that you're fucking self-employed. That this isn't a sick game of yours just so that you make people happy then have the satisfaction of punching them in the face."

Blaine shook his head sadly. "Regardless, you knew what you were getting into…it was a good week though. Goodbye Kurt."

The shudder of the door-frame echoed in Kurt's brain, and he closed his eyes, letting the tears spill.

Blaine hurriedly made his way down the street, his head ducked and his eyes half closed. Kurt was right – he had felt something – something he could've sworn he'd burned years ago with all feelings of sap and misery.

Normally they didn't fall in love. Normally Blaine was an escape for people – the promise of the perfect boyfriend. But Kurt fell in love. He had fallen hard, and he just might've dragged Blaine down with him.

Halfway to his favourite coffee shop, Blaine paused.

He turned back towards the direction of Kurt's little apartment, sucking in a deep breath.

Blaine hadn't felt the comfort and familiarity of someone since high school, where he'd fallen in love and was ripped to shreds. This way of living felt like redemption – that was another part Kurt got right.

It was like the other man read him like a book.

Blaine hesitated, frustrated with himself but then not, because his heart longed for another chance at love. Hell, it was hurting him, the fact that he might not see Kurt again. That didn't normally happen…

Blaine started towards Kurt's apartment.

One more week.

A/N: I'm also just sitting here, casually sobbing over 'Perfect' from Listen Monday. Oh god it's just perfect and... *Eternal creys*