Kurt put his hands on his hips and squeezed, trying to force his body to mold with the corset hugging his stomach and back. Reaching for his panties, Kurt put his feet into them and pulled them up, then worked on a pair of white tights, rolling them up his feet and snapping them into place at his waist. He wriggled into his slip next, then reached for the puffy gown laying on his vanity. It was a ballroom gown, the same one he held up to his body months ago, the first of his costumes hed ever seen. He lifted it above his head and let it slide down his body, his hands popping from the short sleeves. The white lace was tight on his stomach and chest, but at his hips exploded into a mass of frilly layers. Taking his mask from where it was hanging on his mirror, Kurt carefully pulled it on over his hair.

He stared at himself in the mirror, half of his face covered by a black and white mask. His curves were exaggerated by the shapely dress, and his legs looked much longer and fuller with his stiletto, diamond heels. He pulled his locket necklace from his bodice and let it hang in the middle of his chest. His charm bracelet glittered on his wrist, the B and K dangling on top. His many rings from Blaine decorated his ring finger, his engagement ring the largest and most sparkly of all of them. He thought he looked very good, just a little tired.

Hearing someone knock on his door, Kurt looked up after touching his eyelashes to make sure his mascara hadnt clumped. "Come in." He whispered softly, and the door opened. One of the guys on the stage crew looked in, obviously flushing at the sight of Kurt.

"Five minutes until the curtains are pulled." was all he said, and Kurt quietly thanked him. After he left, Kurt turned back to the mirror and touched his engagement ring.

"Blaine..." he sighed, sitting down at his vanity. He pulled his phone from his purse and dialed Blaines number, but as usual no one answered. He left a voicemail, anyway, even though he wasnt quite sure Blaine was even getting his many voicemails. "Hi... I just wanted you to know that its opening night... Im about to go on stage. Youre my good luck charm. I love you so much, Blaine." Pausing as he got teary eyed, Kurt quickly wiped his eyes before he smeared his white eye shadow or his mascara. "Blaine... its been six months since Ive heard your voice. I want to know if you still love me." Kissing the phone, Kurt whispered, "Im sending you a thousand kisses."

He turned his phone off and clicked out of the room, his fragile heels tapping the hard floor. He got a few winks from guys he passed, but Kurt wasnt as bothered by it anymore. Opening the stage door, Kurt walked in and saw the stage crew running around everywhere. Props were being pushed here and there, and everything was chaos. Kurt felt so left out.

Somebody grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the middle of the room, right behind the curtain and in front of a swarm of dancers. Brody was behind all of them, still in his princely form, not yet a horrible beast. The curtains slowly moved apart, revealing what looked like thousands and thousands of people. It was a bigger audience than anything Kurt had ever been in front of. They briefly applauded, keeping their cool and their dignity as they leaned back in their seats, watching the performance with feigned disinterest.

Feeling the spotlight swing onto him, Kurt heard the music cue and he lifted onto his toes, tiptoeing around the stage, faking confusion as the people behind him started dancing to a slow beat. The women and a few men twirled their skirts as they were whisked into the air by gentlemen attending the ball for their amusements in the women or the drinking.

Brody suddenly came up behind Kurt and tapped his shoulder, and Kurt whirled around, gasping in very fake surprise. Taking his hand and his skirt in his hands, Brody twirled Kurt under his arms, every movement very graceful and slow. Brody lifted Kurt above his head, and Kurt held his arms out and pointed his toes at the ceiling, hearing the audience gasp in amazement.

Closing his eyes, Kurt twisted his body so his leg was on Brodys shoulder, and then he lifted it again so he was tilted more at an angle, his butt and legs higher than the rest of his body. He could hear the dancers around him shuffling to the side, and then a witchs cackle. There was a burst of smoke from somewhere nearby, and Brody convulsed and threw his head back. Kurt heard a crack and then a monstrous roar from the soundtrack playing from behind the curtains, and he opened his eyes.

He was startled to see that everyone was gone, the dancers around him nowhere to be seen on stage. Kurt couldnt remember this being part of the scene. Lifting his head, Kurt looked out at the silent audience, and he squeaked when he didnt see a single person, the entire theatre emptied out.

"Kurt," he heard from underneath him, and Kurt jumped at the familiar voice. He hadnt heard it in so long, the deep rustiness and cool tone of it so alluring to him. Kurt looked down and stared at the man who wasnt Brody, the face harder, the hair darker and curlier. There was a sneer on Blaines face, his eyes too dark, his jaw too tight.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, reaching for Blaine. He wrapped his legs around Blaine and laid his head on top of Blaines, Blaines face buried in his stomach. "Blaine, Ive missed you so much!"

Blaine swooped Kurt to the floor, and he collapsed on top of him. Staring up at Blaine, Kurt helplessly pressed their mouths and tasted Blaine. Blaine didnt react to the kiss, his face just as stern, "Kurt." was the only thing he said again, and he pushed himself up on his knees. Standing, Blaine walked away from him.

Kurt quickly scrambled to his feet, running after Blaine, "Wait, Blaine! Dont leave me again! Please!" Jumping at Blaine, Kurt felt their bodies touch for a moment, and then he collapsed to the floor. The noise and people quickly rushed back at him, the dancers trying not to trip on him as they gazed between him and Brody, wondering what went wrong.

Barely lifting his head from the floor, Kurt looked at a stunned Brody, who had his arms open but no Kurt in them. Kurt touched his sore knees, which were what he landed on when he hit the floor, and he winced at the throbbing pain in them.

"Kurt," Kurt heard his voice again, and Kurt whipped around to face Blaine, who was by the curtains. He looked worried, his lips curled and his brows furrowed. "Be careful."

"No..." Kurt begged as Blaine walked away, collapsing on the floor again. He suddenly didnt care about finishing the scene or dancing on Broadway... he knew exactly what he wanted. Shakily getting to his feet, Kurt gathered his skirt in his hands and looked back at Brody, who was staring at him as if he was insane. He looked away and ran off the stage, not caring if he never performed on Broadway again or modeled for another fashion magazine. He had to be with him... he was the one he loved more than anything.

Blaine staggered into his house, feeling the sweat trickle down his cheeks and neck. He felt sick, but he had nothing to vomit. So he just gagged. Falling onto the couch in the living room, Blaine rubbed his eyes and tried to put pressure on his stomach to keep it from churning. Curling up in a ball, Blaine stared at the little bundles on the floor, Archer lying on his stomach while Hunter tested his muscles out, trying to balance on his hands and knees. He pointed his bottom at the ceiling, grunting with the hard work it took, then he toppled over. Archer giggled at him, patting his fingertips together.

Closing his eyes, Blaine heard the sink spitting out water in the bathroom, then the door opened. "Blaine, are you sick?" Finn said, slowly walking up to Blaine. He put a hand on his forehead and muttered, "Damn, youre burning up. Do you want some water?"

Suddenly feeling very sick to his stomach, Blaine jerked off the couch and almost sprinted up the stairs. He could feel his face turning green by the time he dropped in front of the toilet and vomited violently into it. He choked when he finished, gasping for air. He smelled like shit, and the vomit smelled worse. Gagging, Blaine wiped his mouth and saw white saliva on his hand, reminding him of the very thing he was trying to forget. "Fuck-" he convulsed and wiped his hand on his pants, thinking of how disgusting he was being but not caring. He was gross, anyway.

He heard Finn walking up behind him, so he hissed and jerked away, cornering himself against the bathtub. "Stay the fuck away from me."

"Blaine, calm down." Finn reached down for him, but stopped when Blaine slugged him in the stomach. He grunted and grabbed himself, "Stop! Blaine, what the fuck is the matter with you? Let me help you!"

"If you get any closer to me-" Blaine snarled, but was cut off when Finn turned away and reached for the drape over the mirror.

"Enough of this, Blaine." He yanked the drape away, and Blaine panicked and tore it from him. "Blaine, I said enough! Youre not getting any better by doing this! Just look at yourself! Youre a disaster!"

"I cant look at myself!" Blaine screamed, whipping around and smashing his fists into the mirror. The glass shattered and cut Blaines hands, littering the sink and counter. He stared at the tiny pieces still stuck to the frame, little images of himself gazing back at him. He turned around and pressed himself to the wall, sliding back onto the floor. Grabbing the nearest piece of glass, Blaine stabbed it into his palm and watched blood trickle onto the surface.

"Fuck, Blaine!" Finn shouted and quickly snatched the bloody piece of glass from Blaine. "Are you insane?"

Blaine collapsed to the floor, feeling the glass slice into his cheek. Helplessly crying and curling up on himself, Blaine begged, "Just hit me... do something. Hurt me, Finn. Do anything to distract me."

"Blaine..." Finn knelt by Blaines weak body, his shoulders shuddering and his teeth gnawing his lip raw, "dont ask me to hurt you. Whats wrong?" He pulled Blaine from the floor and rested him against his chest. When Blaine didnt respond, Finn stroked his damp hair off his face and whispered, "What did he do to you? What the fuck did he do?"

Blaine knew who he was talking about, but he didnt answer. He wasnt even sure what Karofsky had really done to him... none of it made sense. "Why didnt he leave me alone?" he whispered, and he wasnt sure if he was asking himself or Finn. "Why am I disgusting? Why am I horrible?"

"Youre not horrible or disgusting." Finn promised him, "Youre disgusting because you smell like shit right now... but, Blaine, you can get better. You dont have to be this way."

Blaine ripped away from Finn, "I never had a choice, Finn." Looking down at his scarred palms, Blaine growled, "He knew what he would turn me into." He suddenly heard the doorbell ring from downstairs, and he jerked upright.

Finn stared at Blaine as if he was absolutely crazy, "You didnt invite your little fuck buddies over, did you? I swear, if you did-"

Blaine pulled away from him, striding downstairs as quickly as he could go with an aching stomach. He wasnt that concerned about getting the door, but he didnt want to be around Finn anymore. He could hear Finn on his heels, but he kept walking and approached the door. Throwing it open, Blaine frowned at the sight of Quinn on the other side, a girl he hadnt spoken to in months.

Her brows arched as she looked at Blaine, then she frowned, "Blaine?"

"What do you want?" Blaine bit out, prepared to close the door in her face.

A little girl poked her nose out from behind Quinn, shyly looking up at him. When he glanced at her, she hid behind Quinns leg. "Can I talk to you?"

"No." Blaines answer was very flat, but she forced her way in, anyway. Glaring after her, Blaine hurried to his babies and gathered them in his arms. "What do you want?"

"Yeah..." Finn said from where he stood by the couch, his arms crossed. "What are you doing here, Quinn?"

"Im here to talk to Blaine." She snapped, then whipped around to face Blaine. "I came to tell you that Puck left me for good." When Blaine didnt respond, she sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled the little girl onto her lap. "Ive slept with a few guys since then, but none of them wanted long term or my baggage." She looked at the little girl to make what baggage she was talking about clear. "I want to be able to do this on my own, but I cant. And Beth needs a fatherly figure."

Blaine arched his brows, but he didnt say a word.

She went on, "Youre the only one with any experience with babies... and since you and Kurt broke up-"

"Im still engaged to Kurt." He quickly corrected.

"Please," she rolled her eyes, "hes not coming back, Blaine. And if he is, he definitely wont take you back once he finds out youve been sleeping around like a man-whore. I go to the same bars as you... I hear your name tossed around and theyre usually talking about sex."

"Quinn-" Finn snapped, but she ignored him.

"Im suggesting the two of us start a partnership." She raised her brows as if to test his reaction, but he didnt show any of his emotions. "Beth needs a fatherly figure, and you cant keep playing mother to those two." She nodded at the babies in Blaines arms. "You need to get a job. Start taking care of yourself. Act like a man. I can tell that youve started to let yourself go. So... do we have an agreement? Well sign a few documents... start living together. This wouldnt be for either of us, Blaine, so I dont want to have sex with you. Just think about the babies-"

"Quinn, you cant be serious-" Finn put in, shutting himself up when she waved him off. He looked at Blaine, "Blaine, you cant agree to this. Theres no fucking way Id let you do this to yourself."

Blaine tuned him out, his hand lifting to where his wedding ring would have gone. Quinn was right... Kurt was happy in France. Hed found another man, was living his dreams of Broadway and modeling... Blaine wondered if he would ever come home. Pursing his lips, Blaine stared at Quinn, then at the little girl on her lap. He was tired of doing harm, so he closed his eyes and hesitantly nodded his head.

Kurt pulled his suitcase onto his bed and unzipped it, packing a few piles of clothes into it. He thought about what it would be like to be home again, to be with his family, with Blaine. He was excited but nervous, feeling a little guilty for leaving France six months early. But he knew what he wanted, and he couldnt wait to be with Blaine again.

Hearing his phone ring, Kurt murmured a little and looked up at it. The call was from Santana, which surprised him since he hadnt heard from her since she left Hunter with them, but he quickly picked it up. "Santana?" He murmured.

"Kurt..." she sounded hesitant, and he could hear her swallowing several times, "Kurt... I have to tell you something."

"Me, too!" He peeped, smiling against the phone, "Santana, Im coming home early."

"Dont." was the first thing she said, and he was immediately alarmed. "Kurt... Blaine is getting married."

The phone slipped from his grip, tears instantly swelling in his eyes. He squeezed his hands into little fists, feeling the diamonds of his engagement ring scratching his palm. He looked at it, wondering what it meant to Blaine anymore... and why he didnt love him.