"I was with someone," Blaine had said, when he sat Rachel down on the bed in her old bedroom. He knew this moment of truth would come sooner or later, but he didnt know it would come this soon.

"I dont understand," she shook her head. "Why would you do that? Blaine were having a baby." Tears formed in her eyes and she said, "are you saying that you dont want the baby?"

"No, no, thats not it at all. Of course I do," he knelt down in front of her, placing his hand on her small bump. "I want this baby so much its tearing me apart. I love you and I love our son or daughter."

"Then why would you cheat on me?" she pushed his hand away from her stomach. Protectively placing her arms around it, she stood up and crossed the room. "If this baby means anything to you, why would you do this?"

"It started before I knew about the baby," Blaine told her sitting back on his feet.

"Excuse me? It started?" Rachel said fiercely. "How long has this been going on, Blaine?"

"No, its just that - " he paused. How could he tell her this without hurting her too much? "I... accidentally kissed someone, and then, I dont know, it recently just... happened. I thought I might have feelings for them, but I didnt want to act on them because of you and the baby, so I thought Id let it go, but then we... uh..."

"Had sex," she said bluntly.

"Well - "

"Who was it? Is it someone I know?" she began pacing the floor.

"No, no, you dont them," he said quickly. He was already in enough trouble. There was no point dragging Kurt into this too, or hed really be in for it.

"Then who?" she persisted.

"Does it matter? The point is that it happened, and Rachel I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you or the baby," he stepped closer to her. Placing his hands on her waist, he said, "I just wanted to be honest with you."

She pushed him away, turning her back to him, "you should have been honest with me a long time ago." Covering her hand with her mouth, she stood there with tears rolling down her cheeks.

He felt so helpless. Coming up behind her, Blaine placed his arms around her torso and whispered, "Im so sorry, Rachel. I never meant for anything like this to happen."

Her shoulders began to tremble and she said quietly, "but it did happen. Oh my gosh, you really cheated on me." She turned back to face him. Her eyes were puffy, her nose red, and more tears continued to fall. "We were supposed to be a family. I thought we would consider marriage and the best way to raise the baby together."

"We can still raise the baby. Dont push me out of its life just because I made a mistake, Rachel," he pleaded with her.

Shaking her head, she said, "Im too upset right now. I cant make that kind of decision. Just... go, please. I need to be alone right now." She turned her back on him again, wiping her eyes on her shirt sleeve.

"Rachel, please," he begged.

"Go!" she cried. she turned on her heel and shut herself in the bathroom. The same way Kurt had shut him out after they had slept together. Everything was coming apart.

"Blaine, wake up," a gentle voice whispered in his ear.

"What?" he glanced around groggily. He couldnt figure out where he was or who was even talking to him. He found the television off to his right and the coffee table full of magazines. Ripping off the green blanket over him, he sat up and met Kurts clear, blue eyes. "Whats going on?" he asked, rubbing his forehead. "Ugh. I have a headache."

"Ill bet you do," Kurt said. "Come on, I want to go for a walk, before Dylan wakes up. I think we should talk about what happened last night. Do you remember showing up here?"

"Yeah," he thought back to the previous night. He had another fight with Rachel. Since Blaine had told her about cheating on her, she had been distant with him, only speaking to him when she needed to. And then, the previous night, they had another fight. Her dads had called to see how she was doing, and it brought on a whole new wave of tears. When she hung up with them, she started yelling at Blaine, telling him that this was all his fault.

His response had been that she needed to settle down because the stress was only going to make things worse for her and the baby. And thats when she told him that if he cared about the baby at all, he never would have done anything to hurt her in the first place. It left him feeling so terrible that he had to get out for a while.

 "Im going to get straight to the point," Kurt folded his hands in front of him. "I know you said that you told Rachel that you cheated on her, so Im just wondering where that leaves you... or us... or everything, I guess."

When they made their way out on to the street, Blaine crossed his arms over his chest. Apparently he had run out of his apartment without a coat the night before. The wind was bitter and he had nothing to protect himself. "I lied to you that day in the hospital when i... sort of broke down," he started, already feeling anxious.

"I had a feeling. Ive already added it to my list of things I know about you: Youre not a very good liar," Kurt nudged his arm. 

"I thought you were right. Maybe telling Rachel the truth would do some good for me," he continued. "But every time I tried, I just couldnt get the words out... And when you confronted me about it, there wasnt anything else I could do. You were trying so hard to help me, and I didnt want to disappoint you."

"Thats why you were so upset? You didnt want to disappoint me?" Kurt stopped. He stared at Blaine with wide eyes. "Blaine, you were a mess. Are you sure thats everything? Im hardly worth that many tears. Id rather have you be honest with me."

"Things with Rachel have been complicated. You know she lost her role in Funny Girl, and we were just at a point where I felt like I couldnt leave her," he said. "I was scared, Kurt. I knew that, once I told her, everything would change, and I dont do well with change. Thats why I had my whole life planned out, because I hate uncertainty."

"But now youve told her," Kurt concluded.

Blaine shrugged, looking across the street. He couldnt face the disappointment in Kurts eyes. "Sleeping with you made me realize that I had to tell her. I couldnt keep you a secret anymore."

"So she knows it was me?" he asked.

Blaine shook his head, ‘"I told her it didnt matter who it was with, only that it happened. Telling her it was you would have meant coming out to her, while I was admitting that I cheated. It just seemed like too much at once."

"And shes really upset," Kurt nodded.

"Yeah," Blaine whispered. "I dont know what to do. I know that being with her doesnt do anything for my own personal happiness, but... I dont know if I can walk away from her either."

"Whats holding you back? People break up, Blaine. They grow together and then they fall apart. It;s a part of life. Shed move on in time. You cant stay with her because youre afraid of confrontation," Kurt said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Youll eventually move on too. Youre only going to hurt her that much more the longer you hold on."

"You wouldnt understand," he mumbled, as he began walking down the street again.

"What wouldnt I understand?" Kurt followed. "In case you havent noticed, Im in a similar position as you. I havent told Dylan anything. He gets angry just hearing your name. After you passed out last night, Dylan and I argued. He told me that he didnt want you staying over. He said Im too involved with you already. " he stopped again and Blaine stared at him. Tears formed in Kurts eyes and he said, "If I told him that I slept with you, hed never speak to me again. And Im just... Im so damn confused, because I love him, but the more Im with you, the more I want to be with you."

"Kurt- " Blaine stepped closer.

"And when Im not with you, I miss you, and I want you to be here. I was so angry with you for ignoring me all week. I thought when I saw you next, all I would do is yell at you," he shook his head. "But instead, I felt like I died at the sight of you. I felt so relieved that you were here and okay, and I shouldnt have those feelings."

"I know how that feels," Blaine said, placing his hand under Kurts chin and meeting his eyes. "Because I feel the same way about you. I need you, Kurt."

"The thought of needing you scares me," Kurts voice shook.

"I know. It scares me too," he admitted.

Kurt took a shaky breath. "Where does that leave us?"

Wiping a tear off Kurts cheek with his thumb, Blaine whispered. "I dont know." He leaned in, pressing his lips to Kurt, moving his hand to cup Kurts cheek.

Breaking the kiss, Kurt asked, "What about Rachel and Dylan?"

"Can you give me time to sort things out with Rachel?" Blaine asked, staring into those longing, tear-filled eyes.. "I need to talk to her and figure everything out. Dont mention anything to Dylan yet. I dont want to ruin things for you, if I dont have to.."

"Are you breaking up with her?" Kurt sniffed.

He shrugged, "I dont even know where we stand now. I need to figure some things out, but once I do... Ill let you know," Blaine gave him a weak smile. "Even then, what happens between you and Dylan is your business... I need to do this for myself more than anything... Ill let you know how it goes."

"Promise you will?" Kurt reached out and touched his arm, holding him back. "Please dont disappear on me again, Blaine. I cant stand not talking to you."

"I promise," Blaine replied.

Rachel and Blaine continued to dance around each other the next two days. No matter how hard he tried to talk to her, she just pushed him away. She didnt want to hear it.

Late Monday afternoon, on his way home from classes, Blaine stopped by the store near their apartment to grab a couple things. He raced home before she got there and began preparing dinner.

"Whats all this?" she asked, when she entered the kitchen a while later, setting a few bags o the kitchen counter. Now that she didnt have Funny Girl to depend on, Rachel spent most of her time wandering the city. Blaine assumed it was to keep herself occupied and away from the apartment.

"Dinner for you," he gestured to the table in the corner. A vase of roses sat in the middle and the food was already set, waiting for them to sit and have the discussion she had been holding off. 

"Im not hungry," she said.

"Dont do this," he stepped in front of her. "Please, we really need to talk."

She rolled her eyes, "fine, whatever." Blaine went to pull out a chair for her, but she moved around the table and sat in the other seat, determined to do it herself.

"With Thanksgiving being three days away, I wanted to tell you how thankful Ive been for you, he said, taking a seat across from her. He slid the salad bowl in her direction.

"Oh, please," she huffed.

"Listen," Blaine reached across the table and took her hand. She didnt pull back. "We have been together for three years. You have given me so much, and I cant thank you enough. I dont know where Id be without your love and support."

"Hmm," she bit her lip..

"And this baby is so important to me. I already feel so attached, so in love with it, that i could never imagine walking away from it. I dont want to," he watched her stoic face in alarm. Afraid something would set her off.

She simply stared with wide eyes.

"The affair had nothing to do with you. i was beginning to feel like I was losing myself, and I took refuge elsewhere, because i knew you wouldnt understand," he paused, taking a deep breath. "If I had known about the baby before things had taken that turn, I wouldnt have bothered feeling like we were falling away from each other."

"If you had just talked to me and told me that you felt that way," Rachel said, pulling her hand away. "You should have talked to me instead of running to someone else with our problems."

"I know that now," Blaine replied. "Im sorry."

"I get that youre sorry. Youve said it a hundred times, but I cant trust you. Thats the worst part. How am I supposed to raise this baby with someone I cant even trust?" she said, her voice shaking.

"Dont say that. Rachel. I need to be a part of the babys life. I have to be. I dont want to be the father that walks out on their child and never sees them again," Blaine begged.

"I would never push you away like that, Blaine," she said calmly. "i care about you, and I want you involved in his or her life as much as possible, because I know what its like to go years without knowing a parent..." She bowed her head. "Things never did work out between me and Shelby, not like I dreamed they would. "

"Thank you," he whispered.

"But I also dont know if I can do this anymore. Maybe, in time, I can forgive you and move past this, but right now, I just need a little break. I need to clear my head," she stood up.

"Rachel - " he rose from his own chair. 

"Blaine, please, just give me a few days to think," she said.

"What about Thanksgiving?" he asked.

"Please, Blaine, just... just go," Rachel snatched the roses off the table, crossed to the kitchen, and dumped them in the trash can. She turned on her heel and shut herself in the bedroom.

"This is ridiculous," Dylan said from his chair in the corner of the living room. "You choose the week of a holiday to crash here. I think thats kind of rude, dont you?"

"Dyl," Kurt said harshly.

"It is," Dylan threw his hands in the air. "It was one thing that you crashed here drunk the other night, but I never agreed to having you stay through Thanksgiving." 

"Everyone deserves a place to stay for Thanksgiving," Kurt replied.

"But here?" Dylan asked.

"Dylan, if you cant be nice to our guest, I will ask you to leave," Kurt said, placing a hand on Blaines shoulder. "Thanksgiving is about family and friends, and Blaine is my friend."

Blaine tried to hide a smile. It was nice that, despite Dylans cockiness toward Blaine, Kurt was willing to stand up for him.  Kurt seemed surprised when Blaine told him hed need a place to stay, but he didnt turn him down. That was what first set Dylan off. Kurt almost seemed a little too willing to let Blaine stay.

The tension only built throughout the week. Dylan seemed to lose his patience with Kurt, as well as Blaine. He didnt bother hiding his anger either. 

On Thursday, Blaine woke up to find Kurt already preparing a turkey in the kitchen. He smiled at Kurt and asked, "already cooking this early? Did you even sleep last night?" he asked, glancing around at the load of food scattered across the counters.

"Of course I did. Im pretty sure you wouldnt have snored through that," Kurt smiled.

"Do I snore?" Blaine asked.

"No, Blaine. Youre very cute when you sleep," he said. Once the words were out of his mouth, his face fell. He cleared his throat and quickly went back to prepping the turkey.

Blushing, Blaine changed the subject, "do you need help with anything?"

"That would be lovely. I cant get Dylan to help for anything. Cooking isnt his strong point. Hed rather be in the living room watching football... In fact, thats exactly what he did last year. I spent the day in the kitchen with Carole and he spent the day with my dad."

"I dont mind football. Maybe Ill join him," Blaine shrugged.

"I dont know whats worse, you being in here with me, or you actually trying to bond with Dylan," Kurt opened the oven door and set the turkey inside. 

"Hed probably rather have me on the fire escape all day," Blaine replied.

When the turkey finally came out of the oven, Blaine and Kurt began setting the table. The television could be heard from the living room, and Dylan had only surfaced for snacks. 

"Want to cut the turkey?" Kurt held out a knife to Blaine.

Shaking his head, Blaine said, "I dont think so. Youre the expert."

Kurt shrugged, taking the knife to the turkey. he kept his focus on it, and Blaine stood by, watching. "Really, its not such a big deal. You just have to know what youre doing."

"Which I dont. You make it look easy," Blaine said.

"You think so?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"You were the one that slaved over this thing. Its going to be amazing. It looks amazing," Blaine stepped closer."Seriously, Kurt, is there anything you cant do?

Kurt stopped, looking up into Blaine;s eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly. He held his gaze for a moment until his hand slipped and he jumped in pain. The knife clattered to the floor and Kurt hollered, "Ahhh, shit!"

"Here, come here," Blaine took Kurts hand in his, studying the cut on the side of his finger. "It doesnt look too deep. We can just get this cleaned up and it should - "

"Back off, Anderson!" Dylan came rushing in. He shoved Blaine out of the way, taking Kurts hand. "Whats wrong, babe? Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"Its not that serious," Blaine told him. "He should be fine with a little - "

"Shut up, Anderson. You cant make that judgment," Dylan glared at him.

"I trust him, Dylan," Kurt pulled his hand back, cradling it with his other hand. "Hes in medical school. I think he would know whether or not it needed stitches."

"Im not letting him make the call, when my boyfriend is hurt. Come on, why dont we take you to the emergency room. It looks pretty bad," Dylan ran to get Kurts coat.

"Help me," Kurt muttered to Blaine.

"Its a wasted trip," Blaine shrugged. "But what do I know? He could be right. Maybe youd better go."

"You cant tell him that," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Will you at least come with me to keep me sane? He could make this a really long evening." He pleaded with his eyes.

Dylan came back, helping Kurt into his coat. Kurt hissed as his sleeve brushed his cut. It set Dylan into an even bigger rush, ushering Kurt out the door. 

Once at the hospital, Dylan sat Kurt down in a chair and began insisting to the woman behind the desk they get help as soon as possible. Blaine sat down next to Kurt, who looked rather pale. "Thanks for coming," Kurt said.

"Ah,I still dont think you needed to come, but Im always here when you need me," Blaine shrugged.

"I know that doesnt mean much to Dylan, but I appreciate that, Blaine," Kurt gave him a small smile.

"Are you okay?" Blaine glanced down at his hand. "I feel like this is my fault."

"Im okay. It was your fault, but thats only because youre so distracting," he said, winking. He frowned and said seriously, "Please dont feel guilty, Blaine. Its not a holiday without a disaster anyway, right? If it hadnt happened to my hand, Dylan would have caused a drama disaster anyway... Id rather be in physical pain than to see you emotionally hurting."

"Well, Im sorry I intruded on your holiday. I should have left when Dylan made it clear he didnt want me," Blaine stared down at his lap.

"Im not sorry," Kurt replied. "I really am thankful for you, Blaine. I wanted you to be here for Thanksgiving. I care about you too much to worry about what Dylan thinks of our friendship."

"Really?" Blaine asked, looking up at him.

"Really," Kurt smiled.

"They said they would get to us as soon as they could," Dylan sat down on Kurts other side, placing his hand on his arm. He glared at Blaine, clearly claiming his posession. 

Kurt was taken back in the emergency room a little while later, and Dylan went with him. On his way, he turned back to Blaine and said, "you might as well head home, Blaine. Youre no longer needed here."

Blaine watched the doors close and turned to leave. He paused on his way to the door and changed his mind, making his way upstairs to the pediatric ward. If he couldnt go home, there was only one other place he could go.

"Blaine!" Savannahs grin made his heart feel slightly lighter.

"Hey, kiddo," he waved. "Your family isnt here with you today?"

"Theyll be here soon," she informed him. "my mommy said she had a special surprise for me today."

"Thats exciting," Blaine replied.

Wheres your family?" she asked.

Sitting down next to her, he shrugged, "I already had Thanksgiving with my family a couple weeks ago, so Im not worried about eating again. i was spending today with my friend, but that didnt really work out."

"Why not?" she asked.

Shaking his head, Blaine said, "you wouldnt understand."

"Because youre all alone on Thanksgiving?" she asked. 

She was so mature for her age. She could always understand Blaine on a level that most people couldnt figure out. "Something like that. Thats why I came to see you. I felt like I didnt have a place to go."

"Why?"

"Because I dont feel like I belong anywhere," he sad truthfully. He didnt belong with Kurt, because he had Dylan. After all, Dylan had been there for him tonight, making sure Blaine knew that hie was no longer needed. And Blaine didnt belong with Rachel, because he didnt love her, not the way he should love the mother of his child. 

Where did he belong?

"Elsa felt that way too, when no one accepted her ice powers, but then she learned that she could use her ice powers for good and then she belonged somewhere," Savannah informed him. "So Im sure you could find a place somewhere too."

"Your princess analogies are always my favorite. You know how to make me feel better," Blaine gave her a hug. "I cant really stay, because I know your family will be here soon, but Im really glad I came to see you."

He left her room, feeling like he wanted to head back to Kurt, just to make sure he was okay. But knowing that Dylan wouldnt approve, Blaine headed for the streets.

Maybe Savannah was right. If he wasnt going to find his place with Rachel or Kurt, hed have to find it elsewhere. But was that what he needed, when he felt like he had a place with both of them? Where did he belong?