A/N: Just gonna chuck this out here now, because otherwise I'll forget. So Angst has been put on halt. I love it, but we've got enough on our plate - we allow ourselves at least two long fics and an infinite number of drabbles - and we got a request that turned into a longfic. So this is the last chapter of angst for a little while. We apologise for that, but we want to get our requests out ASAP. (Also, we're struggling with the songfic...give us a bit...)

Rating: K/T

Blaine spent a month convincing himself he didn't want Kurt back.

He managed to fit into life as a New Yorker quite easily – busking for the first few days before he landed a job in a café – playing to the customers. The hours weren't long and he was paid fairly well – well enough to be able to pay the rent and contribute to the groceries. After those costs – he had just enough to put away money for something bigger and better. It wasn't easy, but it was working.

Most days, when Blaine returned home, it was just Jason there. He worked mornings most of the time, and if he wasn't visiting Kurt at work, he was working on graphic design at home.

Having both of them in the same house without any sort of barrier – like Kurt or Rachel – made Blaine uncomfortable, so he often took his guitar to the park and worked on composing his own music.

But the worst part was having to see Kurt and Jason together.

Whether it was because Blaine was around, or because they weren't too fond of public displays of affection – they rarely made out in front of him – but it was the little things that really made him cringe. The hug and the kiss hello when Kurt returned – the hand holding – the snuggling on the couch – all Blaine could think of was it should be me.

He rarely got Kurt on his own – but he had to talk to him.

"Kurt…"

Jason wasn't home, and it was one of Kurt's rare days off – in between juggling work and auditions.

Rachel was in her own room, revising lines when Blaine had approached Kurt.

He looked up from his book. "Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you?"

Kurt swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable, but nodded and sat up, patting the couch next to him.

Blaine took a seat, pushing himself into the couch rather than towards Kurt.

"Do you miss me?"

Kurt froze, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Blaine!" Rachel appeared in the doorway, fuming.

"Rachel, please…." Kurt said softly, his eyes still closed. "It's actually probably best if…you both hear this now – while Jason isn't here."

Rachel's mouth dropped, and a tiny flicker of hope ignited in Blaine's chest.

Kurt swallowed hard again, before turning to Blaine.

"When you left me…I was a wreck. A stupid mess and I wanted to die because I couldn't understand what I'd done wrong. You said there was someone else and it ruined me. When I was told you were happy…a piece of me died because you had moved on."

Blaine wanted to stop him – he didn't want to hear it anymore.

"So I tried to kill myself. But Jason and Rachel saved me, and brought me out of the dark place I'd fallen into. For two months, I thought I was actually happy again." He paused with a sigh. "And then you came back."

Blaine had shrunk into the side of the couch, not looking at him. Rachel looked absolutely livid.

"I thought I was going to die again. I'm surprised I'm still alive. Having to see you…every single day, knowing what our – my – future could've been like had we stayed together…it kills me a little bit every day. So I took more shifts at work and I stayed busy to avoid you…" he sighed. "Yes, I miss you. I'm still in love with you Blaine…but I'm in love with Jason. And he hasn't hurt me."

Blaine sat there, frozen by Kurt's harsh words.

"I'm…I'm going for a walk." Kurt said softly, tears flooding his eyes.

"I'm coming with you." Rachel said immediately, and he didn't object.

Without another word to Blaine, they grabbed their coats and were gone.

Still sitting on the couch, Blaine gave a small chuckle of delight.

Kurt was still in love with him!

^.^

Kurt heaved a sigh and Rachel shook her head.

"Are you really still in love with him?" she asked.

"Of course I am…"

"But you're in love with Jason…?"

Kurt nodded.

She shook her head again. "I couldn't imagine that…being in love with two people."

Kurt snorted, giving her a sidewards glance and she laughed.

"Okay, so I can't imagine it anymore. I was a stupid teenager.

Kurt laughed. "You're still a teenager."

Rachel bumped their shoulders together and grinned at him.

"We aren't all in a hurry to grow up." she teased lightly.

^.^

"So, I talked to Blaine today." Kurt started quietly, cuddled up to Jason's chest later that night.

Jason's hand paused slightly where he was stroking Kurt's hair before picking up the rhythm again.

"Oh?" he murmured.

"Yeah." Kurt sighed. "I told him what a mess I was, how horrible those months were... and how much better it was when I found you. That I still love him, but he ... he hurt me, and that I can't trust him because of that. And that I love you. And you haven't hurt me." Kurt shrugged.

Jason's arms tightened around Kurt's waist.

"I won't ever hurt you." He whispered.

Kurt smiled, turning around in his arms and burying into his chest.

"I love you." Kurt whispered.

Jason smiled, kissing him gently. "I love you too."

^.^

"We need a party." Rachel announced a few mornings later. "We'll start at some club, and come back home when it gets too rowdy!"

Jason and Kurt immediately nodded – used to the way her parties worked. Blaine looked hesitant.

"Are you sure?"

Kurt frowned. "Why not?"

Blaine shrugged. "Alright…"

It was still a little awkward – Blaine understood that fact that Kurt was trying to avoid him and let it pass for now.

But maybe – just maybe – this was his chance.