"You did what?" Kurt couldn't have heard Blaine correctly.

Those words hadn't just left Blaine's mouth. Kurt was imagining that his boyfriend was admitting to having cheated on him. And not only admitting to it, but standing in his living room and having the gall to beg for Kurt to forgive him. To ask that Kurt not break up with him over it.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine pleaded, his hands folded in front of him in an odd sort of prayer to a God that Blaine does but Kurt does not believe in.

A God who, if he existed, certainly had decided that there would be no kindness, no fairness, and certainly no rightness in this world for Kurt Hummel.

Blaine fidgeted in front of him, asking for something that Kurt couldn't even fathom considering at this very moment in time, much less agree to just so Blaine could feel better and less guilty.


"Kurt, please. We have to talk about this," Blaine tried to grab Kurt's hands, but Kurt couldn't touch him. The thought of touching Blaine sickened him at the moment.

"Maybe I wasn't being clear. Leave now."

Kurt was done. There would be no pleading. No begging for forgiveness. This was the last thing that he would ever allow Blaine Anderson do to hurt him. He'd put up with enough. But this. This was too much.

"Kurt," Blaine began.

"Get. Out. Now." Kurt's rage was just under the surface, but if his now ex-boyfriend didn't get out of his sight, there was a good chance that Kurt would become the only known pacifist in Lima who'd also committed murder.

It seemed that Blaine had gotten the message from the final request, because his eyes filled with tears, but he turned to leave. He stopped at the front door of the Hummel-Hudson home, and he turned back to Kurt.


"Don't come back here. You are not welcome here anymore. But make sure to say hello to your friend for me," he purposely used the word, and he was satisfied to see Blaine cringe.

'We're friends, Kurt. It's not weird for us to hang out.' Blaine's words, repeated over and over about when Kurt asked why he was spending so much time with him. 'We're friends, Kurt. We just have a lot in common.'

Kurt folded his arms in front of him and stared at Blaine.

"Can we just…"

"No. We can't. I've had enough of your excuses. I've had enough of your selfishness, and I've had enough of your absolute fucking need to make everything in the fucking world be all about you. Now get out," Kurt snapped.

The door shut quietly behind Blaine, the soft click way too anti-climactic for the situation. Kurt didn't know whether to gather his girls and go shopping or call in the guys, meaning Sam, Finn and Puck and go get drunk.

He certainly wasn't going to go upstairs and cry over Blaine Anderson. Or Blaine's friend. Because he wasn't hurt. Well, that wasn't true. He was hurt, but he was also fucking furious.

It took only a few moments for him to realize that he really didn't want to do either. He grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and he headed for the living room. It was time to drown himself in a good movie. Preferably something with a plotline he could steal that would end in Blaine's murder and Kurt's escape to a small island nation with no extradition treaty with the United States.

He put in The Usual Suspects, because Kevin Spacey was flawless, and he could teach Kurt a thing or two about revenge. And especially with getting away with it.

He was sufficiently numb when Finn and Sam walked in, returning from their dates with Rachel and Mercedes. One look at the movie choice, and they both plopped down on the couch with him and wordlessly stole his popcorn.

Sam flashed a quick glance at Kurt, and then he disappeared into the kitchen, returning with three sodas that he divided between them.

"What happened?" Finn asked as he popped open the soda.


"Kurt, the last time you watched this movie was when Sebastian slushied Blaine. You only watch this movie when you need to learn how to hide bodies and shit."

"I don't want to talk right now," Kurt didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"And the time before that, you watched this when Rachel betrayed you by running for class president," Finn continued.

"She's still alive, isn't she?" he popped a kernel in his mouth.

"And the time before that… come on… don't make me remind you of all the times. Just tell me what's wrong." Finn took a drink of his soda.

"Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong that a little Keyser Soze magic won't fix."

"Kurt," Sam prompted. "Come on."

"Blaine cheated on me. And I don't want to fucking talk about it. Okay?" Kurt shouted and got up to head into the kitchen. And of course, his step-brother and the adopted 'thinks he's a brother and acts like it' followed behind him.

"What the hell? I'm going to kill them. Him and Sebastian both." Finn shouted and paced back and forth.

"Stop, Finn."

"How bad was it? I mean I broke up with Rachel just because she kissed Puck. Is that all he did?"

"Fuck, Finn. You're such a hypocrite," Sam interrupted. "You totally convinced Quinn to do the exact same thing to me."

The mention of Quinn brought the three of them to a standstill. She was alright. She had made it through her crash and her prognosis was very good, although she was currently using a wheelchair. She was doing so well, sometimes they forgot about it when the two of them started arguing.

But Quinn would always be a spot of irritation between Finn and Sam.

"Stop fighting about that bullshit," Kurt looked back and forth between them.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked quietly.

"I'm not going to go upstairs and cry my eyes out over him if that's what you want to know. Because I'm fucking tired of the shit that he does."

"How bad is it?" Sam asked.

"It was sex, not just kissing, and from what I gathered from the confession, Blaine initiated it."

"Shit. Did it go down like you thought it would?" Sam folded his arms in front of him.

Sam had been the person that Kurt confessed all his concerns about regarding Blaine and the possibility that he would cheat on Kurt.

"No. That's what kills me. It was worse, Sam. Much worse," Kurt replied.

"What are you two talking about?" Finn looked back and forth between them.

"It's not important, Finn," Kurt patted his brother on the arm.

"I'm going to kick their asses for this Kurt."

"No, you're not, Finn."

"The hell I'm not, Kurt. Blaine is an asshole, and I knew Sebastian was trouble," Finn shouted.

"Finn, he didn't fuck Sebastian!" Kurt shouted back.

"What?" Sam sounded shocked, and Finn's mouth had dropped open.

"But you said," Finn started.

"No, you said. I said he cheated. You assumed it was Sebastian."

"Fucking hell, it was that new guy wasn't it? That Chandler guy?" Finn demanded.

"Finn, he cheated on me with David."


Dave woke up with the hangover from hell, and unfortunately, a really good memory. He'd never been one to drink so much that he forgot what happened the night before. He really wished he was though. Because he really didn't want to remember last night.

He really didn't want to remember that he'd had sex. With Blaine Anderson. Fancy's boyfriend.

He felt like he'd been the one cheating on Fancy, so he couldn't imagine the kind of guilt Blaine must have right now.

Blaine had snuck out of Dave's bedroom, of course, because it had been a drunken mistake. Dave rolled over and memories flashed through his mind.

Drunken Blaine crawling on his lap in the truck.

Drunken Blaine telling him that he needed to do more experimenting with guys.

Drunken Blaine kissing his neck and moaning in his ear.

Drunken Blaine inviting him to join him in Dave's bed.

Drunken Blaine telling him he'd make him forget all about not having Fancy.

That's one thing he wished had come true last night. Because if he could have ever forgotten about Fancy, his life sure wouldn't be so fucking hard. But nothing could make him forget Fancy. And he should have known better than to try.

His phone buzzed with an incoming text message.

From Fancy: Come down and let me in, please. We need to talk.

Fuck. This was probably the first time he could honestly say he didn't want to see Fancy right now.

Dave groaned and got out of the bed, threw on his boxers and a tee-shirt, remnants of clothes that Drunken Blaine had nearly torn off him, and went downstairs.

When he opened the door, Kurt shot through, ducking under his arm, and ran upstairs. Dave wandered into the kitchen to get some headache pills and water, before he slowly followed him up the stairs, popping the pills on his way up.

"Good morning to you, too." Dave shut his bedroom door and locked it.

"I know." Kurt said simply.

"I figured. You did say you needed to talk." Dave groaned as he lay back down on the bed, and he threw an arm over his eyes. "I don't suppose you want to hear me say I'm sorry?"

"Are you? It's not like I have any say about who you have sex with. Well, quite obviously, I don't have any say about who he has sex with either," Kurt replied bitterly.

Fuck. David sat up and looked at Kurt.

He wasn't crying, which is what he'd expected. But the look of disappointment in his eyes was going to fucking kill him. He'd never wanted to hurt Fancy. He was drunk, and horny, and Blaine had been so insistent. Not that it was much of an excuse.

"I am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know," Kurt turned to him from where he sat on the end of Dave's bed, "Why him?"

He wasn't shrieking. He wasn't yelling. He didn't even seem to be angry with Dave. He just seemed to really want to know.

Dave sat up slowly, "An honest answer would be that I was drunk. But it's not an excuse."

"You're right. It's not. Believe it or not, I already know Blaine's why. He didn't even have to tell me," Kurt stood and smoothed his hands over his legs.

"Why? I figured he was just completely gone too." Dave grimaced as he moved his head slightly.

"No, it's not that. David, I have no right to ask this. Or even comment about it actually. But will you please be careful?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'd rather not say. I'd rather you just take care of yourself. He's not in this for the reasons you think he is."

"Are you telling me to stay away from him?"

"No. I broke up with Blaine this morning. So it's really not my business. I just worry about you." Kurt smiled sadly and put his hand on the door.

Fuck. After what he'd done, Fancy was worried about him.

"What are you trying to tell me, Kurt?" David got up from the bed and walked over to him.

"You know how I am, David. If I try to explain it, I'll say something wrong, and you'll get upset with me. And you'll stop listening before I finish," Kurt crossed his arms in front of him.

"No, I won't. Go on."

"You do it all the time. You run out before someone can finish. Like you did on Valentine's Day, remember?"


Why did he have to bring up Valentine's Day? The night he'd finally managed to become friends with Kurt. The night of progress he'd erased last night with his drunken fumbling with Fancy's boyfriend.

"What is it?"

"Will you promise to try to handle it well? I worry about you," Kurt reminded. He was subtly referring to the incident they never talked about. Dave's suicide attempt.

"What is it?"

"David, I don't know the details about what happened last night. And I really don't want to, honestly. I just feel like you're going to get in over your head with him."

What was Fancy trying to tell him? Did he think he was planning to have a relationship with Blaine? Did Dave even want to try that?

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to figure out how to say this without it backfiring on me. Can I ask something?" Kurt looked back and forth across the room absently.

"Yeah," David replied and cursed his aching head.

"When did you tell him that you thought you might be in love with me?" Kurt asked quietly.

"How did you know that?"

"Because I didn't tell him. And he knew this morning when we spoke."

"You didn't tell him? Why not?"

Blaine had acted like he'd known it the entire time they were talking.

"I have my reasons. Now could you answer? When did you tell him?"

"I told about a week ago."

"That's what I figured. I knew it had to be recent."

"What are you getting at?"

"David, he slept with you because he knew you wanted me," Kurt snapped in frustration. "Although I am surprised you two actually had sex. I figured he'd just flirt or try to kiss you. But the being drunk part explains it."

"So because you don't want me, so that must mean nobody else would either, right? It had to be because he was getting back at you?"

That fucking hurt. Kurt didn't want him, but he didn't want anybody else to want him either. That was obvious. He didn't think Fancy was that petty.

"That's not what I meant. This is what I'm talking about. You jump to conclusions before someone can finish what they're saying to you."

"Then how was I supposed to take that?" Dave argued back, trying to ignore the pain in his head.

"As the truth! That's how. He's going to hurt you. I just don't want that to happen."

"So you're warning me away from him?"

"For your benefit, not mine," Kurt replied sadly.


"Fine. Act like this. Don't believe me. I'm to the point that I don't fucking care as long as you don't get hurt enough to try something stupid again. Go on and fuck him again if you want. But don't come back to me when you figure out that he used you."


Kurt marveled at how easy it was to avoid Blaine Anderson when a person really put effort into it. Blocking him from contacting Kurt on social media sites and blocking his cell number were easy. The barrage of texts and calls that flooded in after removing his relationship status from Facebook weren't so easy to handle.

It hadn't even been a full day, since Blaine had just been there that morning. But Finn had already banished him from the doorstep four times, and Sam had done it twice. After getting back from David's, Kurt planned to spend the rest of his Sunday without the annoying voice of his ex-boyfriend in his ears.

After that last attempt, Kurt had escaped from the house with instructions for them to inform Blaine that he'd gone to see a movie with Rachel and Mercedes.

Not that he was actually going to be doing that. He was going to get coffee at the Lima Bean and hope that Blaine would head straight for the other side of town to catch Kurt at the mall.

He also hoped David would figure out that Kurt was telling the truth soon. His self-esteem was still horrible, and David had so many issues with insecurity, he'd known that David would take Kurt's theory the wrong way. But there was no other way to describe it for him that would get the message across.

He really couldn't blame David for snapping at him. He really did think that about himself. And the worst part is that it wasn't true that Kurt didn't want him. Kurt was attracted to him, but he'd promised himself that he wouldn't lead David on and hurt him more than he'd already hurt himself.

Because being attracted to David didn't mean loving him, and what David needed more than anything right now was someone who loved him unconditionally. And Kurt wasn't sure he did. Wasn't sure he could. So it would have been selfish of Kurt to give in to that attraction.

Clearly, Blaine didn't have the same concerns about that.

Kurt ordered his coffee and sat in one of the chairs at the very back of the coffee shop. He positioned himself so that if Blaine did come in, he wouldn't be seen immediately. And he was nowhere near the area that he and Blaine usually sat in. Hopefully, if Blaine did drop in, he'd see that Kurt wasn't there, and go right back out again.

"Hey Hummel, where's Blaine?" Sebastian Smythe sat down, uninvited as usual.

"Not really your business. Or mine anymore," Kurt raised his coffee cup to toast his former rival.

Sebastian seemed to have taken David's suicide attempt to heart. He'd stopped insulting Kurt and David both, although he still wasn't overtly friendly to Kurt.

He was still constantly flirting with Blaine, but he was no longer bitingly rude to Kurt in private, as he had been. He'd even apologized.

Kurt hadn't been sure whether to take him seriously or not, but he'd accepted the apology. At least on the surface. He'd decided to give Sebastian time to prove himself before he believed that he'd actually meant it.

"What do you mean it isn't your business anymore?" Sebastian's eyebrow lifted slightly.

"I broke up with him this morning," Kurt replied.

"That was unexpected," Sebastian answered, setting his cup down on the table.

"What? No snide comment that I set him free so he could move on to someone better?" Kurt knew it was a jab at behavior Sebastian was trying to change, but it felt almost instinctual.

He was Sebastian Smythe after all. He probably wouldn't change completely.

"No. I'm weaning myself. One day I might go cold turkey and actually become nice."

"Hell would freeze over that day, wouldn't it?"

"Most likely. I thought you didn't believe in the concept," Sebastian reminded.

"I don't. But it makes for good conversation," Kurt shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

"Care to share the reason for the break-up? If not, that's understandable." Sebastian replied quietly.

"He cheated on me."

"And you must not assume it was with me since you are chatting so politely with me."

"He was with David Karofsky."

"Bear Cub? Sebastian choked on his coffee. "He cheated on you with Bear Cub?"


"Fuck. That was definitely unexpected. I thought Bear Cub was… well, otherwise taken."

"You knew?"

"Hummel, anyone could see that Bear Cub's in love with you. Strangers can see that."

"Well, that didn't appear to be a concern for either one of them last night."

"I'm a bit insulted. He refused to sleep with me, on multiples occasions I might add, and yet he slept with Bear Cub."

"It's not that shocking. David is very attractive."

"If you like that type. I wonder where I went wrong." Sebastian looked truly astonished.

"You know, now that Blaine's no longer my concern, I'll let you in on a little secret. I'll let you know where you went wrong."

"Do tell," Sebastian quirked an eyebrow in interest.

"You paid him too much attention. He has a problem with people who pay attention to me. He's almost addicted to them. He has to try to get them to pay attention to him instead. Usually he only flirts. Last night was the first time he'd gone farther than that."

"That's crazy."

"Maybe. You miscalculated because you got into the game too quickly. I guarantee, you would have had Blaine in your bed within the week if you hadn't chased him. All you would have had to do was chase me instead."