A/N: So the five of us have been sitting in this room, lamenting on the things we haven't done since last year - showered, peed, the gym, wearing pants in some cases - and then I froze and realised that OMG I HAVEN'T UPLOADED SINCE LAST YEARR! Omg. I'M SO SORRY. Lmfao...

Rating: T

Blaine stepped off the plane, a carry-on in one hand and a giant grin on his face. Hurrying down the terminal, he collected his guitar case and his luggage, before pulling out his phone to find the address Finn had sent him.

In half an hour, he could see Kurt again.

It had been nine long months, but he would be seeing Kurt, and then they could be together. Forever.

Following the directions, he made his way to Kurt's street – it was almost seven at night..

Kurt.

He sucked in a deep breath, because this was it. The nine months he spent, crying into his pillow, and moping because he missed Kurt so much, were about to be over.

He pulled his stuff towards the door and into the elevator, pushing the button for the third floor.

A few steps and he would see Kurt again.

Number 108. This was their place.

He grinned, letting out a small laugh before knocking on the door.

"Rachel. Can you get that?" a male voice came from inside, and Blaine paused.

Must be a new roommate.

Five minutes later, the door opened, and a sleepy looking Rachel blinked up at him. He grinned at her, letting it process, and his name died on her lips. She glanced backwards – to someone on the couch – before looking back at him.

"Blaine!" she hissed, barely audible. "You…you shouldn't be here!"

"But…"

"Rachel, who is it?"

It was his voice. His gorgeous, beautiful angelic voice, and Blaine couldn't help himself, he pushed past Rachel and into the room, ignoring her pleas for him to stay away.

Blaine paused, frozen, when he saw Kurt,

Kurt's legs were draped over the thighs of another man, his slender arms wrapped around the bloke's shoulders as they sat on the couch together.

"Blaine…"

Blaine faltered, frowning.

"Kurt…"

Kurt was pale and he blinked rapidly, and the man he was draped over held him protectively, almost glaring at Blaine.

"This is…" the man breathed, and Kurt nodded, almost inching away.

"Blaine, I think you need to go."

"Kurt, who is this?"

Kurt just shook his head, burying closer into the other man and Blaine felt physically hurt and sick, watching them.

"Blaine please, just step out into the hallway with me."

Blaine nodded wordlessly and followed Rachel out, dragging his stuff with him.

"Who the hell is that?"

Rachel huffed. "His name is Jason, and he saved Kurt from killing himself!"

Blaine frowned. "…What?"

"Look, when you left, Kurt tried to kill himself. Jason saved him and stopped him from trying again, okay? You have no right to be here Blaine."

Blaine froze, staring at her, his mouth falling open.

"He…he tried to kill himself? But…but why?"

"Because of you." Rachel hissed with a glare. "You had to break up with him and he couldn't take it anymore. You left me with this mess of a man and he was so broken and for nine months, I thought I was going to lose him Blaine. And then Jason came along and picked up the bloody pieces and stitched back what you cut up in the first place. So you can't come back here."

"Rachel…why didn't…why didn't you call me?" tears had sprung to his eyes.

"Because you broke up with him!" she growled. "In any other world, that generally means you want nothing more to do with them."

"But…it was just temporary…" Blaine whispered.

"Well did you tell him that."

"Rachel…" Kurt had opened the door, Jason behind him. "We can take it from here. Go back to bed."

Rachel gave him a long look, her gaze switching between Jason and Kurt, before nodding. Blaine was stunned, his heart dropping into his stomach and shattering. How could he have been so stupid? Kurt was so perfect – how had it not occurred to him that he could be with someone else?

"Goodnight Blaine, Kurt…Jason,"

They all nodded at her and Kurt stepped to the side, inviting Blaine in.

They offered Blaine the couch, both of them standing practically within each other's breathing space – Jason's hand clasped in Kurt's. Blaine wanted to cry.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked softly, his eyes raking Blaine.

"I…I came to…" he faltered, his gaze switching to Jason. "I came to apologise."

Jason's eyes flicked to Kurt, gauging his reaction. Kurt was stiff, and Jason's hand came up to massage his shoulder blades soothingly.

"For what?" Kurt finally managed to say.

"For being so harsh." Blaine finally figured out what he was going to do.

Lie.

"You didn't deserve it, and I've spent the past nine months beating myself up over it. I…I wanted to make sure you were okay…and see if we could be friends again."

Kurt bit his lip, and the soothing hand on his back reminded him what words could do, and he managed to refrain from mentioning the six months of hell he went through.

He swallowed hard, and glancing at Jason, gave Blaine a small smile. The only way he could get through this is if he could pretend nothing was wrong. That nothing had been wrong. And that he was happy – which he was.

"Yeah. I'm definitely okay. Jason's made sure of that." Kurt smiled a little wider. "What are you doing in New York anyway?"

Blaine faltered. "Uhh…I was…going…to…do college over here."

He actually hadn't planned further than being with Kurt. Everything about the past year seemed so stupid and rushed and completely ridiculous. He felt like a fool. Holding back his tears and regrets, he swallowed hard.

"Did you just get in?" Kurt asked, far more relaxed.

Blaine grinned and nodded. "…I should go soon though…I need to uh…check into a motel and stuff."

Jason glanced over at Kurt, his eyebrow raised. Kurt looked back at him and nodded slightly.

"Do you want to crash here? We've got an extra bedroom." Kurt said softly and Blaine's eyes lit up.

"You could probably stay here permanently, even." Jason said softly. "We've been looking for someone to share the rent with…"

Kurt faltered, but eventually nodded.

"That…that would be perfect!" Blaine grinned.

"I'll show you to your room." Jason grinned easily, "Kurt…?"

"I'll be…in bed. I had a late night last night." Jason smiled and nodded, taking Blaine through the small house to the third, empty room.

"Feel free to decorate as you see fit. Don't break anything or you'll be paying for it. Rent is two hundred and twenty five and that's collected on Sundays." Jason whisked through the tour, pointing out bathrooms and bedrooms and the kitchen and the small office.

"It's a nice place."

Jason nodded, grinning. "Rachel and Kurt shared it with some other people, but they both moved out about a year ago. They've been struggling to pay the rent, but it's going to be fine now that you're here."

"It is."

^.^

Jason crept into the room he and Kurt shared later that night, finding him curled up with a pillow, his face buried into it.

"Kurt?"

He looked up, smiling slightly at Jason and opening his arms. Jason crawled into them, wrapping his own arms around Kurt and nuzzling into him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Kurt said softly, and Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Are you okay with Blaine staying?"

Kurt hesitated, before nodding. "It'll be okay."

"Are you sure? He doesn't have to stay here if you aren't comfortable with it."

Kurt smiled, leaning forward and kissing him gently. "I love you. And I think I'm okay with it. If I'm not, I'll just have to deal. It's been almost a year. And I'm over him…"

Jason smiled lightly, pushing a strand of Kurt's hair away from his eyes and kissing him gently.

"You're not, you know." He whispered, and Kurt looked up at him expectantly. Jason was good like that – he always knew what Kurt was really thinking, and having two people to think for him was a lot easier these days. "You still cry sometimes."

Kurt bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

Jason shook his head almost frantically. "No, no, no…don't take it like that. I love you, because you love so much. The fact that you're still upset but trying to move on makes me happy, because you're so much stronger than I ever would've guessed. Just because you cry, doesn't mean that you're still in love with him. It means that you missed how you felt in the past."

Kurt nodded, contemplating his words before kissing him gently.

"You miss how you felt in the past too, don't you?" Kurt said softly, referring to his sister. "You don't cry."

Jason smiled. "I do sometimes. You just don't see it…besides – I did most of my crying while I was bleeding out."

Kurt nestled into him further and they shifted until they were lying in the bed comfortably. Kurt gave a small yawn and Jason patted his back gently as they closed their eyes.

^.^

Blaine lay in his bed, his arms folded behind his head. He heard their muffled conversation – enough to know that Kurt was upset but very in love with Jason. Blaine rolled over and finally let himself cry – the overwhelming sense that the past nine months of depression and heartache were for nothing.

And now he was in New York, with no clue what he was doing, watching the man that he was in love with be with someone else, because of a mistake he made.

He buried his face into his pillow, muffling the sobs that threatened to echo through the walls, praying that Kurt wouldn't be able to hear them.

Kurt couldn't know he was upset.

^.^

The next morning was tense and awkward – Rachel was surprised to find Blaine stumble out of the guest room and sit down at the breakfast table.

"So…" Blaine cleared his throat when they were all awake. "How does fridge possession work?"

Rachel grinned. "Free for all unless you put your name on something. If things need replacing – like milk or bread or something – you write it on this whiteboard and the next person to go out has to get it the next time they go out." She walked over to a small table, where the home phone and a notebook sat. "This is the proper shopping list – we normally all go together, but if we can't get together, someone goes shopping on Sunday when they turn the rent in."

Blaine nodded. It was simple enough.

"Um…so Jason and I have to go out today. Are you going to be alright on your own?" Kurt said awkwardly.

"I don't start work until tonight." Rachel said quickly. "I'll show him around and teach him how to live in New York."

Kurt smiled slightly and nodded, taking Jason's hand and finishing the last bite of his toast.

"We'll be back around lunch."

"What are you shopping for?" Rachel asked, and Jason smirked.

"Tux's." he smiled. "Tony's getting married."

Rachel blinked, faltering. "Isn't he the one with AIDS?"

Jason grinned, nodding widely. "His boyfriend does too. They're making the most of life."

Rachel grinned widely. "That's so cute."

Blaine's face was a mask of confusion.

"They're friends from the therapy sessions." Kurt informed him, and he nodded.

"Have a good day."

They left the apartment quickly, and Rachel rounded on Blaine.

"Don't you dare break them up for I will break your face." She hissed, glaring at him.

His eyes widened. "What?"

"Jason is one of the best things that has happened to Kurt, and if you make him unhappy, even in the slightest, I will hurt you." She growled and he nodded, biting his lower lip. She shook her head with a sigh. "What were you thinking, temporarily breaking up with him?"

Blaine sighed, dipping forward and resting his forehead on the table. "I don't know. I just…I was having trouble concentrating in school, and I loved…love him so much…it was hurting me and my grades and I was about to come over here halfway through term. Convincing myself I didn't need him was far easier than living with him away."

Rachel watched him closely, sympathy clear in her eyes.

"You're a fool." She said softly, and he nodded, tears welling in his eyes again. "But…I can almost understand." She petted his hair gently. "But you've made a mistake and you have to live with that. He's moved on…please don't ruin that for him. Because I will seriously break your pretty little face."

Blaine grinned and nodded seriously.

"But... You are okay with me staying here?"

"If you behave yourself, I can't see why not."

Blaine grinned at her before sighing.

"Rachel... I don't really know what I'm doing now."

"Did you get into college?"

Blaine nodded.

"But I don't know what course I'm doing or anything. The extent of my planning was to find Kurt, and well, that's gone to shit."

She sighed. "Okay. Well...do you still want to go to college?"

Blaine faltered. "Maybe?"

She sighed. "That's not going to help us. Come on…make a decision. What would you study, anyway?"

Blaine sighed. "Music?"

"You don't need a degree for that." She said. "Just experience."

"So what do I do?"

She grinned.

"Busk."

A/N: So it's 2012. 84 days until our year anniversary.