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Emmett listened to the younger male attentively as he worked on polishing glasses. He knew too well what he was going through he felt it with Drew and now with Ted, it wasn’t a good feeling. He let him talk for a little while before responding. He gave him a sympathetic look. “Well have you try maybe going to him. Sometimes a surprise visit and a lovely gift could help mend things. He suggested or you could make him something that might be more special maybe write him a song.” He suggested as he remembered Blaine’s mention of their connection with music. “ He looked over at him. “Well why don’t I drive you home, hun? It’s getting pretty late.” He offered.

"I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.  I mean, he won’t even reply to a text message.”  God, he wanted to.  Even thought about it.  Then his nerves would get the best of him and he’d tell himself it was one of the worst things he could do if he wanted to get Kurt to listen.  Knowing him like he did?  Every sign said he wanted to be alone.  Blaine was doing a so-so job listening because he’d end up not able to think or sleep until he gave it another shot.  He was trying so damn hard that he knew it was part of the problem.  If he didn’t rein it in? He was only going to push Kurt away further.  It just wasn’t in him to give up. Not yet.  Home?  He wasn’t done yet.  Not with a head full of thoughts that the alcohol didn’t succeed in drowning.  Some of them really knew how to swim. Emmett was right though.  Hours flew by.  In hindsight?  More of them were spent rambling.  Plus side?  No hangover.  Downside?  Still thinking. Relenting with a groan, Blaine slid off his chair and lifted both hands.  “Sure.. Thanks, Emmett,” he smiled gratefully, “and thanks for putting up with my problems. You could have told me to shut up. I wouldn’t have blamed you.”