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"Blaine!" Kurt's eyes brightened a little as Blaine stepped in and closed the door.

"Hi Kurt! How have you been?" He asked as he made his way towards the bed, watching his feet to avoid stepping on anything.

"What kind of question is that?" Blaine looked up when reached the end of Kurt's bed. The boy sounded tired.

"Sorry. Stupid question? What I was meant to say was... How have you been coping?"

Kurt gave him a sarcastic look and motioned to his room. Blaine frowned and looked at the TV where Titanic was playing. He looked back at Kurt. The silence between them was tense.

"My dad told me you've been blaming yourself for what happened." Blaine looked at his feet. "Don't, Blaine. You helped me. I would've never stuck for myself-"

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad! You could of gotten over the bullying at McKinley. You wouldn't of... got raped!" Kurt cringed. "God! I only wanted to help! I'm such a fuck up!"

Three months ago… what happened three months ago? It was just before he left for his eight month  tour. Him and Kurt had been talking about this for over a year and they finally asked and did it. But Blaine had been so caught up in his tour he totally forgot. Was this just a mind fuck or was it really happening? 

Outside of Blaine’s head Kurt was staring at his vacant expression expectantly. He glanced at Rachel who looked as though she was trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Has he gone into shock?” Rachel asked. Kurt tried to get out of Blaine’s grip but he couldn’t move because of his tight grip. Blaine didn’t even seem to notice Kurt’s struggle.