A/N: I've decided that this type of insomnia absolutely sucks. I'm barely coping during the day - I'm awake and shit, and I can write and it's great. But at 1am, I'm so tired I can't even write, but it's not like I can sleep either. *Sigh. Whatever. It's second term. Roughly 20 weeks to go before I finish school forever. Then I can kick insomnia's ass. Anyway, enough of my self-loathing shit. I give you - ANGST! :D (Because there's totally not enough of THAT)

Blaine paced in Central Park.

He desperately needed sleep, but there was no way he could go back to that apartment. It was seven or eight in the morning, and all he could think about was kissing Kurt. They fit so perfect, even when Kurt wasn't reciprocating.

But maybe it was time to move on.

Kurt had Jason now, didn't he? Kurt would be okay... But how would he cope? Could he do it? Move on with his life?

^.^

Jason had fallen asleep not long after their conversation, cuddled up to Kurt's back, holding him securely. Kurt stared blankly at the wall, silent tears still running down his face. He didn't want to be that guy. He didn't want to be like that to Jason.

How did Jason even do that? He could feel the man behind him, sound asleep and cuddled into someone who didn't love him half as much as he should. Kurt wasn't being fair – he knew that, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Of course, breaking up with Jason for Blaine was the obvious road. It was safe, and easy.

But Kurt didn't do safe and easy.

He wanted to make both men happy.

The theory sounded nice, but the practice – that was much harder.

^.^

Blaine finally returned to the apartment, finally ready to approach Kurt and Jason and explain that he was backing off.

"Blaine…"

Jason was already at the door, smiling at him sadly.

"Jason…?"

They stepped into the apartment, and Kurt was sitting on the couch, his legs curled up under him.

Blaine felt something shift – this was weird – unfamiliar and strange. "What's going on?"

"I need to talk to you both…"

"Jason, if this is about…" Kurt started, but Jason cut him off – a hand going up to silence him.

"This is exactly what it's about." He said softly. "But I won't have you running away. This conversation needs to happen, and if it doesn't happen now, we're all going to have problems."

Kurt's eyes shut tightly, but Blaine didn't understand what was going on.

"Sorry, what?"

Jason chuckled and pulled one of the dining room chairs over, sitting on it backwards with his chin on the backrest. He motioned to an armchair and Blaine sat in it, glancing over at Kurt, who looked close to tears.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Jason heaved a sigh, smiling slightly. "This arrangement isn't working."

"I can leave." Blaine said immediately.

In all honesty, he'd been planning on it. Perhaps leaving was the best thing.

"No." Kurt and Jason said at the same time, and Kurt flushed a dark red as Jason turned to look at him, a slightly triumphant smile on his face.

Jason looked between them. "I'm going to leave."

"Jason…" Kurt whimpered, but Jason silenced him again.

"It's for the best."

"Breaking up with me is for the best?" Kurt exclaimed.

Blaine watched silently – he didn't understand why this was happening.

"So you can be happier, yes." Jason smiled.

"I'm happy with you." Kurt protested.

"Not happy enough."

Kurt threw up his hands with a frustrated moan. "Jason…"

"Don't argue with me, Kurt. I want to do this on good terms."

"I love you, Jason. How is this good terms?" Kurt stood up, almost angrily.

"Kurt, Kurt…" Jason soothed, standing up with a troubled expression.

"No." Kurt cried. "Don't 'Kurt, Kurt' me…" he whispered. "I don't need you leaving me too."

Blaine sucked in a breath, a blush rising to his face.

"Kurt, I don't…look." Jason said softly. "I love you, but we're not working."

"You said that before and I don't believe you." Kurt said in a whisper, glaring at the ground as he fought back tears.

"You're not happy." Jason said.

"I tried to kill myself a couple of months ago. Sorry if I'm not the poster child for joy."

Jason sighed. "You tried to kill yourself over this man." Jason pointed to Blaine, who was blushing and deliberately not looking at them. "And now this man is back. You don't hate him. You still have feelings for him."

"You don't love me." Kurt said softly.

"What?"

"You…you don't love me half as much as you say you do." Kurt whimpered.

Jason's face contorted into a frown. "What are you…?"

"You're happy to leave me."

"Kurt…I love you."

"Obviously not enough." Kurt sulked, and Blaine rolled his eyes. It was getting ridiculous.

"Kurt...we're going around in circles." Blaine said softly, and Kurt glared at him.

"He's right." Jason said softly. "So let me sum it up. Kurt, I'm breaking up with you."

Kurt swallowed hard, the glare switching from Blaine to Jason.

"But I want us to stay friends." Jason continued.

"You're forcing me to change my life." Kurt growled, and Jason looked surprised. "What else am I supposed to do but run into Blaine's arms? Well fuck you Jason, I don't even care. I don't need a relationship to exist in this world."

"Kurt…" Jason pleaded.

He stood up, and at the same moment, the door opened and Rachel entered, looking like hell, carrying a coffee.

"Rachel, we're going for a walk." Kurt growled, and she took in the situation, before nodding sleepily.

"Okay." She turned and walked out the door again, starting down the hallway without waiting for Kurt to catch up.

^.^

By the time Kurt and Rachel got home, Jason had vanished, all his belongings gone with him. Kurt had stopped in his room, looking around sadly before he spotted the note on the bed. He read through it quickly before storming out of his room in a huff, seating himself next to Rachel on the couch and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Stupid bastard thinks leaving me is 'the right thing to do'." Kurt muttered under his breath, glaring at the floor. "Telling me what to do, telling me how I feel about him. Ugh!"

Blaine fidgeted awkwardly in the kitchen, sneaking down the hallway and into his room, closing it securely behind him. He did not want to be there when Kurt realised that Blaine might actually be part of the reason why Jason had left...

"It's not just that!" Kurt said loudly down the hallway, a reaction to something Rachel had said in an attempt to soothe him. "It's that the idiot told me to contact him when I ended up with Blaine!"

Blaine winced, expecting Kurt to storm into the room and berate him for everything that went on. It didn't happen though, and he heard Rachel trying to calm Kurt down.

By the time Blaine felt it was safe to leave his room, it was well after lunch. Kurt had stopped ranting an hour or so ago, and Rachel had gone out shortly afterwards. Scared he'd set Kurt off again, Blaine had stayed hidden in his room until his stomach demanded he eat.

Creeping down the hallway, Blaine froze as he saw Kurt sitting dejectedly on the couch.

"Hey." Kurt said softly, nodding at Blaine before looking back down at the ground.

"Hey..." Blaine replied hesitantly. "Just getting lunch. You want anything?"

"No." Kurt said bluntly, then hesitated as his stomach rumbled audibly. "...maybe."

Blaine smiled gently, stepping into the kitchen and getting out the makings of sandwiches. Kurt joined him a few minutes later, sighing.

"I'm sorry." Kurt said softly, and Blaine glanced over at him, buttering a piece of bread. "I'm…just finding it hard to deal."

"Are you going to be okay?" Blaine asked cautiously, and Kurt let out a breath, glaring at the ceiling.

"I think so." He swallowed. "I mean…I'm not going to…kill myself, over it. Jason…he helped me. He helped me see how things really were. That break-ups weren't the end of the world." He sighed. "I suppose Jason was my stepping stone."

Blaine listened to him as he made identical sandwiches.

"I'm sorry for showing up." Blaine said softly. "I mean…if I hadn't come back, none of this would ever happened. You were happy with Jason, and-"

"Blaine, stop." Kurt sighed. "Whatever happened, happened. Jason and I…" he shrugged. "He's perfect, and I'm a poor match."

Blaine glared, smacking him in the shoulder. "Don't you dare say that, you idiot. Kurt, you're as good as Jason, if not better."

"Whatever." He muttered.

Blaine passed him his sandwich and he thanked him quietly, hoisting himself onto the bench. He stared at his knees, while Blaine leant against the sink.

"I do love you." Kurt said softly, glancing up at Blaine. "But right now I am….terrified. And I'm confused and upset." He hesitated slightly, chewing his lip. "Do you still love me?"

Blaine nodded with a small smile. "I'll love you forever…but I don't want to pressure you. When you're ready for a relationship, I'll be waiting for you, okay?"

Kurt swallowed, nodding. "Thank you."