Authors Note: This honestly came out of nowhere. Let me know if you like it, if you want more, I will write more. If you do not, I will not. [Revamped January 2012]

Beta: gottriplets


Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a thing. Kurt belongs to Blaine, Blaine belongs to Kurt, and they all belong to someone who is not me. Got it? Also, title comes from 'Someone Like You' by Adele, which I ALSO do not own. Jeesh.


"It never changed you know," Blaine whispers.

"What never changed?" Kurt replies shortly.

"The way I felt about you all those years ago," Blaine says, "I thought the feelings would dwindle and ease in time, but they haven't changed at all, for better… or for worse."

The 'I'm sorry' is implied, but not spoken.

Kurt walked slowly towards Blaine, but instead turned his path and walked towards the pole of the street lamp, the only source of light around. Kurt's blue eyes shined in the street lamp; even the rain could not dampen the brightness.

Kurt swings around the lamp, his hand grasping the frigid pole and a short laugh escaping his lips, "It doesn't matter now, does it?"

Blaine's head dropped and he pressed his eyes shut to block the tears from falling.

"Will you look at me? Please?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt stopped swinging around the street lamp and stared Blaine down, "Well? You wanted me to look at you so bad. And now you won't even look me in the eye."

Blaine looked up at Kurt, his eyes widen at the hard look on Kurt's face, "I'm sorry."

Kurt laughed, "I'm sure you are Blaine."

"I am Kurt," Blaine said, taking a step towards Kurt.

Kurt put his hand up, "Don't! Don't touch me."

Blaine stopped, dropping his hand back to his side, "I didn't mean to."

"You didn't mean to? You didn't mean to break up with me, and not talk to me for two years, and then show up at my door asking me to be your best man at your wedding? Your wedding Blaine!" Kurt began to swing around the pool again.

"I didn't mean for this to happen Kurt, I swear. If I could only explain." Blaine said.

"Explain?" Kurt said, "Explain to me why you broke up with me to begin with, out of nowhere. And moved out of our apartment, leaving nothing but a note. And then, show up two years later, with a ring on your finger—a ring you claim you bought for me—asking me to be your best man."

Blaine's eyes dropped to the ground again, "I… I can't explain that."

"Thought not," Kurt said, letting go of the pole and placing his hands in his pocket, beginning to walk down the road toward his house.

"Kurt! Wait!" Blaine said, chasing after Kurt.

Kurt whirled around, "No. I have nothing more to say to you. Until you can explain to me what happened two years ago, you can leave me alone. I wish I could say I was over you, I really do, but I can't. Moreover, I'm not going to get over you if you stay here, so leave, go get married to your perfect husband and leave me alone. You seem to be good at that."

Blaine stopped and stared at Kurt, "I wish I could tell you everything."

"Why can't you? Or can't you tell me that either?" Kurt said.

Blaine dropped his head to the ground and clenched his fists at his sides.

"Go figure," Kurt snorted.

"I love you Blaine, I will always love you," Kurt said, "But I can't forgive you for this. Not without reason. I trust you, but that trust only goes so far."

Blaine nodded, turned around, and walked away.

When Blaine had disappeared from Kurt's sight into the dark, Kurt finally allowed himself to break down and weep, collapsing in the middle of the street.