Blaine pulled in front of Quinns house, stopping the car in the middle of her driveway. He sat there for a few minutes, waiting for Santana to make a move first, tell him that it was okay. She didnt move a single inch, so he glanced over at her and frowned at her hardened expression, "I have to sign this document."

"You dont have to do anything, you dick." She snapped at him, slouching in her seat and crossing her arms. "But if you actually feel like youll do some good fathering Quinns bastard, then you go in and sign it. I dont want to watch you sign your life away to that bitch."

Putting his hand on his hot forehead, Blaine rested his cheek against the window, "I need your support. I cant do this on my own."

"Then dont do it at all, dammit!" She threw her hands up to show her frustration, "Because you dont have my fucking support. Dont you remember six months ago at all? You were Kurts... you were getting married to him-"

"Of course I remember!" He shouted at her, "Its all I can think about, San. Everything reminds me of him. But he found another man, and I was doing no one any good after he left me. Im not doing this for Quinn, but there cant be any harm in helping a little girl."

"Youre too unstable right now to even help yourself." She muttered from the side of her mouth. "What makes you think you can help a little girl?"

"The same reason why you gave Hunter up to me." He cut her off, then reached for his door handle, "I want to get this over with. Are you coming?"

She didnt answer him, her eyes away from him and her body not twitching.

Shaking his head, Blaine stepped out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking a few times. Almost immediately, the door cracked open and Quinn stared at him, "I have the documents if youre ready to sign." Pulling him into the house, she murmured, "We have to talk about what were doing about living arrangements and what job youre going to get. It needs to be something that can keep us fed. Im asking for full custody of the babies you have, and you can have full custody of Beth. Since were not going to be consummated, we can leave the marriage at any time without divorce. Do you agree to my terms?"

Blaine silently nodded his head, sitting down when she gestured to one of the couches. She handed him a pile of papers, and he flipped through it, reading more detailed paragraphs of what she was saying. He got to the last page and stared at the bottom of it, where she had already signed her name on the first line. Another line was just underneath it, and he spent a long time looking at it.

Quinn kept the pen to herself, still watching Blaine to see if he was in disagreement with anything she said, "Im also asking that I get to sleep with other men... I dont expect this marriage to last long. Beth and I just need you to take care of us until we can find something more permanent." When Blaine looked up at her, she continued, "By permanent I mean a man who isnt gay and actually loves me. The only way I can find that is if I spend time with other men."

Blaine nodded again, and she immediately kept talking, "About our living arrangements and the job youre going to get... I need to make sure Im marrying a man who can actually take care of us. What are you planning on doing? Because I cant live in Burt Hummels house."

"I dont want you to." He muttered, not caring if he had offended her.

She rolled her eyes, "Ill let that go. But what about your house in California? Isnt that vacant right now?"

Blaines eyes snapped up to her, "California? No. My family is here-"

"Theyre not your family, Blaine." Quinn pointed out, which stabbed him in the heart. "You and Kurt left each other. You have no relation to any of them. You cant keep mooching off Burt... its especially wrong since youre screwing other men and havent talked to his son in months. Just... move on, Blaine. Itll be better for you. We can start over in California... you can actually have a social life and a good job. Face it, Blaine. Youre not wanted here... youre just hurting them."

Blaine looked at her again, shoving his fingers into his hair. He slid his hand to his nose and pinched the bridge of it, wanting someone else to tell him what to do. He didnt want to make this decision on his own. But he had no choice... no one else understood. Maybe it would be better for everyone if he just left. He knew he was hurting Finn, and maybe even Burt if he knew what Blaine was doing when he left the house. But Blaine also didnt want to see Kurt if he came back in six months. He didnt want to hurt Kurt by showing him what hed become, what hed done to himself.

Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Blaine held his hand out for the pen. Quinn smiled and handed it over, "I still have to know what job youre getting, but we can look at whats offered when we get to California."

Blaine quietly took the pen from her, holding it against the paper. He slowly scratched the first letter of his name, then the next. He finished writing and squeezed the pen so hard that he could hear the plastic snapping. Quinn took the pile of papers from him and turned around, "I want to get out of this town by the end of the week. Think you can have everything packed up by then?"

Staring up at her, Blaine tried seeing the person he just married. But he saw nothing... felt nothing.

Kurt curled up on his aunts lap and cried against her stomach, feeling her soft hands run through his hair as she rubbed his back. "Kurt... Kurt, shh... Youve cried too much and no man deserves your tears. Come here." Gently lifting his head, she rubbed his puffy eyes with her fingers, "You have red eyes and swollen lips."

Kurts tears came harder and he pressed into her, and he felt her kiss his forehead, "I l-love him so much, Aunt Laurice. Why did he leave me? Why didnt he love m-me anymore?" He sniffled and hiccupped, so she wiped his red nose with her sleeve.

"Shh..." Rocking him like a small child, she held him close and tried to think of anything she could tell him. But she was drawing a blank... he hadnt stopped crying since his friend had called him, and she was losing ideas of comforting him. "Kurt... youll be okay. Hes just a guy. Any other guy would be happy to make you happy."

Kurt sobbed harder, scrunching himself up in a tiny ball, "I d-dont want another man... I want Blaine!"

When she heard the phone ring above his noisy weeping, she swore and gently lifted him from her lap. He reached out for her and tried to cling to her, so she quickly smoothed his hair, "Shh... Ill be right back."

Kurt stayed on the couch, his head against the cushion and his knees tucked under him. He watched his aunt leave the room, his eyes blurred with tears. Sniffing and gnawing his lip until it was sore, Kurt heard his aunt come back into the room, the phone at her ear. "Okay... Ill get him." Pressing the phone to her shirt, his aunt whispered, "Kurt, its your modeling company... Vogue. They want to talk to you. Wipe your eyes and try to calm down."

Trembling, Kurt held his hand out for the phone. He didnt want to talk to anyone, but he hated being rude. He knew how badly it hurt to be ignored. His aunt gave him the phone and sat down by him, pulling him back into her arms. Pressing the phone to his ear, Kurt squeaked, "Hello?"

"Hey, Kurt." came Uniques solemn voice, "I need to tell you something."

Kurt pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped one arm around them, looking down at his toes, "What is it? You sound worried."

Unique took a moment to reply, then she said, "Stanley doesnt want you around here anymore. You can come pick up a few outfits and your pay from the last photo shoot, but he said that... youre not his kind of model."

"What?" Kurt peeped, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. His aunt looked closely at him as if to ask what was wrong.

"He said that youre too much trouble... and too shy with men. And that the only good thing you did was that magazine with Brody."

Kurt was even more confused, "Magazine? Ive never done a photo shoot with Brody."

"You didnt know about the magazine?" Unique scoffed as if he was absolutely oblivious, "It was everywhere, Kurt. You know, its probably why Blaine left you... he probably thought youd turned into a slut for other men." Not realizing she had hit a raw nerve on Kurt and he had to bite his lip to keep from sobbing again, she continued, "Hold on, Ill send you a picture of it."

The call clicked off, but seconds later the phone buzzed with a text. He opened it and saw a picture of himself on a magazine cover, trapped in Brodys arms while Brody tried to nuzzle him. It clearly looked like theyd been caught in an intimate embrace, Kurts eyes wide and a startled expression on his face while he was squeezed to Brodys chest.

"Oh, no..." he whispered, pressing his fingertips to his lips. What if Unique was right, that Blaine had seen the picture? Blaine had stopped speaking to him around the same time that Brody followed him into his dressing room and tried to hold Kurt. Shaking from his head to his toes, Kurt swung his legs off the couch. "Aunt Laurice, can I please go into the city for a little while?"

"Kurt, sweetheart..." she grabbed his little hand and squeezed, "youve been crying. You must be exhausted. Let me drive you around."

"No," Kurt shook his head, "please... I need to do this on my own."

When she sighed and backed off, Kurt turned around and grabbed his shawl and a pair of shoes. He started to open the door, "Ill be home in an hour, I promise." Walking outside, Kurt shivered as the cooling weather brushed his damp cheeks. He approached the closest man he saw and murmured, "Excuse me, where is the Avenant Hotel?"

The man pointed to the left, "Right down that way. You know, a little thing like you shouldnt be walking around alone. Any man could snatch you up."

Kurt wrapped his shawl tighter around himself when the cool air bit through his thin shirt, "Im not helpless." He whispered, not sure if he was trying to convince himself or the man of that. "Thank you for the directions." Turning away, Kurt headed down the street the man pointed to, and after a few minutes he spotted the towering hotel.

He padded through the doors and looked around, hearing someone approaching him. He looked up at a woman a few years older than him, "Are you looking for someone?" she murmured.

"Yes." Loosening his grip on his shawl, Kurt murmured, "Is Brody Weston staying here?"

"Hes in the luxury suite." She nodded at the elevators, "Take that up to the top floor. Youll see it."

"Thank you." He wandered toward the elevator and stepped inside, feeling it slowly move up to the top floor. It was moving too slowly, giving Kurt too much time to think. He was relieved when it finally dinged at the right floor and the doors slid open.

He immediately saw the doors to the luxury suite, and he hesitantly padded up to them. Knocking twice, he heard grunts and movement from within, then footsteps walking across the floor. The door opened, revealing Brody only in a loose towel that was hanging too low at his hips. "Kurt?" He muttered, raising his brows skeptically. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt turned his head, "Please put on some clothes. I need to talk to you."

Brody stared at him for a moment, then started pitying Kurts little face that looked scrunched and pink with tears. "Come on in... face that wall. Ill get some clothes on." He pulled Kurt in and faced him toward a wall, then said, "Hey... youve got to leave. My friends over and he has a fear of men."

Kurt opened his mouth to correct him, then quieted himself when he realized it would do no good. He wasnt here to bicker about why he didnt want to kiss Brody. He heard more movement, then another guy walked by him, leaving the room. Brody shut the door behind him, "Okay, you can turn around now."

Slowly turning, Kurt pursed his lips together, "Im sorry to interrupt... I just... I need to know something."

"If its how to be a better kisser, then Brody Westons your man." Brody sat down on the edge of his bed, smirking at Kurt. "Have you changed your mind?"

"Please dont tease." Kurt begged, starting to sit down on one of the sofas then hesitating. "Have you..." His voice trailed off and he wondered how to ask such an intrusive question.

Brody seemed to understand, "No, I havent had sex on that sofa. Yet. I have on the other one. Whats going on, Kurt? You just ran out on the Broadway show and no ones heard from you since."

"Im very sorry about that." Kurt mumbled, "I didnt mean to ruin the show... something was bothering me. I wasnt... feeling well." Swallowing thickly, Kurt pulled his phone from his pocket, "I wanted to know if you knew about this picture." He held his phone out and Brody stood, taking it from Kurt.

He raised his brows at the picture, "Uh... no. I definitely dont read paparazzi magazines. Whats the problem? This was, like, months ago."

Kurt nodded, "Yes... but I just found out about the picture today. My fiancé... l-left me... and I think its because of that picture."

Brody shrugged, handing the phone back to him, "Not my problem."

Kurt was alarmed by his blunt disinterest, "Brody, youre the one who came after me! Blaine means everything to me... and hes gone now. The least you could do is say that youre sorry. Please... all I want is for you to apologize. I could ask for so much more because Blaine is worth that... and losing him has hurt me so much... but thats all I want, Brody. Please... just say that youre sorry."

Brody rolled his eyes, "Obviously your fiancé knows he cant stand up to other men if he doesnt have the balls to talk to you about it first-"

Kurts eyes flew open wide, and before he could even stop himself he lifted his hand and slapped Brody across the face. "What a horrible thing to say!" He shrilly squeaked, pulling away from Brody. "You are mean! Blaine is more of a man than youll ever be... hes kind and sweet and gentle, but youve never been nice to me!" Clapping his hand over his mouth, Kurt hiccupped and felt tears roll down his cheeks. "All I wanted was for you to say youre sorry, Brody."

"I didnt do anything wrong." Brody held his hands apart, "And your fiancé should have the fucking balls to not assume that youve turned skank on him and actually talk to you."

"You dont know anything about him!" Kurt shrieked, "Blaine is very brave."

Brody stuck his tongue in his cheek, "Really? To me he sounds like he doesnt have balls." Pointing at the door, Brody muttered, "You can leave. Now. Brody Weston doesnt like being slapped."

"You monster!" Kurt screamed, raising his voice for probably the first time ever. He raced out of Brodys room and got a little ways down the hallway before he collapsed, falling to his knees and pressing his cheek to the carpet. Gasping, Kurt pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a very familiar number. It rang for what felt like a long time, not that Kurt expected anyone to answer, and no one did. He left a voicemail for Blaine, "Blaine... I still love you... no matter what youve done or who youve been with. Im still in love with you. Please... I want you back. There is no other man for me... youre the only one I love. Blaine... please... please... I need you..."

Blaine dragged his suitcase down the stairs, not caring about how much noise he made. He had a little audience in the living room, Archer and Hunter bundled up in a fuzzy blanket and batting at him as he thudded from step to step. Shoving his fingers into his curls, Blaine laid his suitcase by the door and went to sit by his babies, letting them grab at his hands. He heard another person walk into the room, and he looked up and stared at Burt.

Burt quickly looked between him and the suitcase by the door, then grumbled, "Where are you going?"

Hunter stuck one of Blaines fingers in his mouth, sucking lazily on it. Blaine looked down at him and patted his belly, then back up. Finn had appeared from the same doorway as Burt, and he had the same reaction to the suitcase. "Im leaving." He muttered.

"I get that." Burt crossed his arms. "Blaine, unless you got accepted into a college your butt is staying here. I told you that. Youre family-"

"Im not family." He corrected, taking his finger from Hunters slobbery mouth and smoothing his thick hair. "Im going to California at the end of the week. Theres nothing you can do to stop me."

"California?" Finn whispered. "Blaine, why didnt you talk to me about this?"

Blaine ignored him, "Im going with Quinn... my wife."

Burts jaw almost hit the floor, "Wife? What are you talking about? Are you drunk?"

"I want to be." He muttered, turning away from them. "It happened this morning. I dont want to talk about it... ask Finn. He knows everything." Picking up the little bundle of babies, Blaine staggered up the stairs but paused at the top of them when he heard Burts frantic voice.

"What is he talking about, Finn?" Burt almost yelled. "What about my kid?"

"Him and Kurt broke up." Finn said quietly. "Kurt cheated on him... Blaine kind of lost his mind and started sleeping around. Thats why hes been leaving so much. Quinn came by and asked him to take care of her and her baby... I didnt think hed take her up on it."

Burt seemed to be stuck on one thing in Finns statement, "Kurt cheated? Where did you hear that? My little Kurt... the boy who blushes at the sight of shirtless men. He cheated?"

"I saw him and another guy hugging on a magazine." Finn murmured, "I showed it to Blaine and he freaked out."

"Of course he freaked out!" Burt shouted, "Hes an emotional mess and he believes anything you tell him! Finn, you saw that on a magazine! You havent even talked to your brother about it. I can tell you one thing, I know Kurt and I know he wouldnt cheat. Finn, you just ruined your brothers engagement... and you may have ruined Blaines life. This is marriage were talking about... Blaine cant just step out of this. I bet Kurts heartbroken... I have to call his aunt... see how hes doing."

"Burt, I didnt mean to!" Finn yelled after Burt, "I just saw the picture and it looked pretty bad."

"I want you to call your brother and apologize. Now, Finn." Burt demanded, and then there was a door slamming and quiet after that.

Shuddering, Blaine threw his head back and dug his fingernails into his palms. He had no idea what was a lie and what wasnt... he was so confused. Closing his eyes, Blaine sank to the floor. No matter what, his life was ruined... so he just had to accept that he would never have Kurt again.

But he couldnt... he wanted to think that Kurt would come back to him one day... because he still loved him so much.