A/N: Hello my darlings! Just a few notes before we begin:

Firstly, this fic is loosely (emphasis on the loosely) a sequel to "You Move Me", another one of my stories. While it isn't essential that you've read "You Move Me" to understand this story, a location that will be important in this story was also important in that one so reading "You Move Me" will just provide a better appreciation for that location and its meaning…if that made sense…"You Move Me" is a one-shot, not very long at all, so go read it if you want!

Secondly, I've struggled a bit choosing who the 'other guy' would be. Originally it was going to be Sam. Then Samcedes happened, and I fell in love, and I didn't want to use Sam anymore. But I literally could think of no one else to be said 'other guy' without creating an OC which I felt would be too time-consuming and distracting from the purpose of this story. So I've decided to go ahead and use Sam, keeping in mind that I don't ship Hevans, nor do I believe Sam is gay. When I started writing this, I still had speculations, but you know, Samcedes…so my point is, I'm using Sam anyway, even though it is the farthest reach from canon and what I believe/want to be canon.

Lastly, I do not own Glee. Obviously. All 45 minutes would be nothing but Klaine making out. Every week. Basically, if you recognize it, it's not mine.

Reviews appreciated! Thank you so much for reading everyone!

Blaine stared silently at his I-Phone resting on the table in front of him. The screen remained dark. No messages. He'd expected as much.

He shifted quietly in the hard wooden chair. He used to think these chairs were so comfortable. This whole place was so nice and warm and welcoming, the smell of various coffees brewing, the chatter of at ease people, the quiet ambiance music tinkling in the background. This place used to make him smile. It used to make him feel at home. Now it just made him sick.

He couldn't look anywhere in the Lima Bean without seeing Kurt's face. His boyfriend's face. Right there, by that counter, was the first time Kurt expressed how he truly felt about Blaine. And over by that trashcan, right there in the corner, that was where Kurt had tripped not two weeks ago and nearly drowned that old guy in the suit with medium drip. Kurt had been mortified while Blaine sat at their usual table laughing uncontrollably to the point where Kurt had threatened to purposely spill the coffee on Blaine to get him to shut up. Even this table here held a large number of Blaine's memories with Kurt. Carefree times, depressing times, decision-making times. Each time meant everything, whether it was as monumental as the day Kurt admitted he was considering transferring back to McKinley, or as insignificant as the time Blaine had smeared whipped cream on the tip of Kurt's nose and dared him to lick it off. Every moment, every memory…it built them. It built what they had, what they were, what they meant to each other.

And it was all a lie.

The bell over the entrance tinkled as the door swung open and closed quickly. Blaine didn't turn as he heard footsteps approaching. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder suddenly. Blaine shuddered slightly as he felt Kurt lean down and press his face against his boyfriend's head, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his forehead.

"Hey." He breathed against Blaine's skin, a smile in his voice.

Dammit. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to make Blaine's heart remember what it was like to soar when it was supposed to be shattered right now?

Kurt pulled away after a moment and settled into his chair across the table. Blaine stared for only a moment as Kurt turned to smile warmly at him, his blue eyes positively alight, before lowering his own hazel ones and gluing them to the table.

He didn't have to see Kurt's face. He could feel the smile falter. He knew Kurt was sensing the change in the usual mood of their common coffee dates.

"Hey." Kurt spoke again, softly, concern filling his voice. "Are you alright?"

Kurt reached across the table to take Blaine's hand, which rested on the tabletop. Their fingers only brushed for a moment before Blaine pulled his hand away, out of reach. He'd really tried to do so subtly, but Kurt saw it. He caught it. He felt it. And it stung.

"What's your problem?" Kurt asked quietly, hurt evident in his voice. He withdrew his own hand and searched Blaine's face.

Blaine stayed silent for a moment before finally looking up, he too searching the other boy's face. Finally, after a tense silence from the both, Blaine spoke, his voice dark and low and quiet.

"Why would you do this to me?"

"Do what?" Kurt questioned a little louder, frustration overcoming his calm.

Blaine turned and picked up his phone, unlocking it and pressing a few buttons. Kurt was about to question him again when Blaine sat the phone back on the table, the screen now facing Kurt, and slid it towards him.

Kurt's eyes doubled in size as he stared down at the photograph displayed on the phone. His mouth fell open and he gaped, a dreadful, sinking feeling filling his stomach.

Blaine watched Kurt's reaction quietly, waiting.

"W-where did you get this?" Kurt finally breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from the picture before him.

"Does it matter?" Blaine responded quietly, his eyes now shifting down to take in the image again, as if he hadn't stared at it a hundred times already.

The little screen showed Kurt standing against a locker in a dimly lit hallway, recognizable as one of McKinley's. One large, defined hand rested on Kurt's waist and the other gripped his shoulder, holding the small boy close to the other figure. Kurt's hands rested on the figure's shoulders, not gripping but not pushing either. And Kurt's lips, gentle, soft lips that Blaine cherished so were pressed against those of the blonde boy Blaine recognized from his few meetings with the New Directions.

Kurt continued to stare at the picture before he finally dared to tear his eyes away and looked into his boyfriend's face which was fighting to remain indifferent.

"Bl-Blaine…I…" he stuttered.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

"It's not what you think!" Kurt burst out, leaning desperately towards Blaine. "I…I wouldn't…I didn't…you know I wouldn't!"

"Clearly you would." Blaine muttered, glancing back down at his phone.

"He kissed me!" Kurt almost shouted, panicked.

"You didn't stop him…"

He met Kurt's questioning gaze.

"That's not the only picture I was sent," he clarified.

Kurt stared for a moment longer before he visibly sank into his chair, defeated. He stared at the table, avoiding Blaine's gaze.

"I'm sorry," he finally whispered.

Blaine didn't answer. Kurt looked up to find the other boy's eyes watching him, as if contemplating.

"Blaine, really. I'm so, so sorry. I don't…I'm so sorry," he leaned forward again, now staring directly into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine stared back, the pained, thoughtful look still on his face.

"Why'd you do it?" he finally asked softly.

"I…I don't know. Sam had caught me in the hall, said he wanted to talk about something…I assumed he meant for Glee club or something…we talked for a minute, and he just kept looking at me…and then out of nowhere…he just…leaned down and he…he kissed me…" Kurt trailed off.

Another moment of silence.

"And you let him." Blaine prompted.

"…yes. I let him kiss me. I just…I didn't know what was happening. And then I just…I completely froze. I'm sorry, Blaine, I'm so sorry! It just happened and I didn't know what was going on! I don't know why I let him and I regret it more than anything. I was so stupid and I panicked and…"

Blaine stared for a moment longer. Finally, he sighed, nodded, and stood from his seat, collecting his phone and jacket.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, sitting up.


"Blaine, please, you don't have to leave-"

"Yes, I do." Blaine answered stonily, cutting him off.

Kurt fell silent, realization coming over him.

"What do you mean by leaving?" he finally breathed.

"I'm leaving. You." He answered, his voice hard.

Kurt gasped sharply.

"…Blaine…" he whimpered.

"No. I'm done. We're over." He turned quickly and hurried out of the shop, the bell tinkling ironically as the door swung shut.

Kurt stared for a moment in disbelief.


He shouted and flew out of his seat, tearing after Blaine. He was only about halfway down the block and Kurt ran after him, calling.

"Blaine! Wait!"

He caught Blaine by the hand and pulled, effectively whipping him around.


Kurt stopped short and froze as Blaine faced him, and Kurt saw the tears sliding down his cheeks. Kurt could only stare. He'd never seen Blaine cry before.

"What?" Blaine demanded. "What do you want?"

The quiet, soft edge in his voice was gone. He spoke brokenly, his voice filled with raw, angry desperation.

"Please, Blaine! I'm so sorry! Please, I'm begging you, don't do this! Please!" Kurt pleaded anxiously, grabbing at Blaine's other hand.

Blaine yanked his hand away, and Kurt felt as though he'd been slapped. Hot tears stung his eyelids, threatening to spill over.

"Don't, Kurt! I'm done! I…I can't! I…"

He trailed off, staring at Kurt, whose own tears were brimming in his eyes.

Abruptly, Blaine lifted his hand up to Kurt's face, and for a moment Kurt thought he may actually slap him. But instead, he lifted his hand and pressed his palm against Kurt's cheek, cupping his face. They stared at each other for a moment.

Blaine exhaled harshly and tore his hand away, turning sharply and proceeding on down the street, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Kurt stared as Blaine turned a corner and disappeared from view.

"Blaine…" he called out softly, shocked, desperate tears streaking his cheeks and his chest aching.

He finally wrapped his arms around himself and shook, allowing sobs to overcome him.