"Hello?"

"Kurt!"

"Hi Blaine!"

"What are you doing right now?"

"Um..." I look at my desk, "... Biology homework. Almost done though."

"No you're not!"

"I'm sure I..."

"No, silly! You're coming with me to Dalton right now! In fact, I'm right outside your door. Let me in please? I'll give you kisses." I could literally hear Blaine pouting through the phone.

I scoff. "As if I crave your kisses."

"You do and you know it."

Huff. "Fine, Let me grab my stuff. Meet you in a minute."

After grabbing my phone and my wallet, I run down the stairs and as soon as the door is open, Blaine grabs my hand and pushes me out the door.

Closing the door, Blaine exclaims, "Oh my god, Kurt! Do you have any idea how much the Warblers want to see you? Ever since I went to meet them last time, I swear that they've been going on and on about meeting you!"

I smile. "That's sweet." Getting into my car, I buckle my seatbelt and lean over to give Blaine a kiss. "I believe I have been promised kisses."

"Later, ok? I promise. We really got to go."

Begrudgingly, I agree.

Arriving at Dalton, I can't help but feel excited to meet my fellow Warblers. Even though I never felt like an individual at this school, at least I made some great friends and got a great boyfriend, of course. Blaine and I run hand-in-hand, just like the day we first met, down the spiral staircase and hallway only to hear the Warblers singing a wonderful, yet unknown song.

After reaching the Warbler commons and watching the group perform sneakily from outside the door, Blaine and I walk in and are immediately engulfed in numerous hugs by our fellow friends.

"Kurt! Oh my god! I'm so happy to see you," Nick exclaims.

I smile and look around to see a sea of familiar faces mirroring my gesture, only to find one lone male completely ignoring me and ogling Blaine.

Sebastian Smythe.

How I loathe him.

Putting on one of the fakest smiles known to mankind, I smile at him.

Still ogling. What a jerk.

David intervenes. "All right, guys. Practice is over. Don't forget, tomorrow at four."

The group says their goodbyes, leaving only me, Blaine, Nick, Jeff, and Sebastian.

Nick says, "Hey guys, how about you stay here for a while and we can just watch a movie in my room?" Although Nick most definitely didn't want Sebastian there, he couldn't exactly not invite him, what with the man standing right next to him. It just wasn't the gentleman-like thing to do.

I smile at Nick and exclaim, "Only if we watch 'Titanic!'"

"Done."

As we turned to go to Nick's dorm, Sebastian said, "Hey Blaine, why don't you and I go to the kitchen and get some popcorn for the movie?"

Blaine, oblivious to Sebastian's flirting, smiled and exclaimed, "Sure! We can get some hot chocolate too!"

As I saw Blaine and Sebastian going the opposite direction, I couldn't help but notice the bad feeling in my stomach. I needed to follow them.

I turn back to Nick and Jeff and say, "Why don't you guys go ahead? I forgot my phone in my car and I need to get it in case my dad or Carole calls."

Jeff smiles. "No problem, man. We'll keep the movie ready. I'm sure I can use that time wisely and beat Nick at yet another game of 'Tap Tap Revenge.'"
Nick looks at Jeff incredulously. "Oh, you're on, blondie!"

Both of them ascend the spiral stairway two steps at a time and are out of sight in a flash.

I run towards the direction of the kitchen, knowing that too much time has passed between letting Sebastian be alone with Blaine for too long. So, maybe I'm paranoid, but Sebastian is seriously getting on my nerves.

As I get closer to the kitchen door, I slow down and try not to make much noise. I slowly peer through the glass window on the door, only to hope that my eyes are betraying me.

I see Blaine sitting on the kitchen counter, his legs around Sebastian's waist, as
Sebastian stands hovering over Blaine. And they're kissing. As in, Blaine is kissing Sebastian back.

I feel my heart breaking in two. I can't believe it. Blaine said he loved me. He's been saying it for the past five months. How could he do this?

Before I realize it, tears are running down my cheeks and I slowly start to sprint to the common bathroom. I collapse onto the bathroom floor, rest my face in my hands, and curl my knees towards my chest. I start crying, sobbing really. Crying for my relationship, crying for lost love, crying because I thought that Blaine was done experimenting, crying because I thought that we would be one of those couples who would actually make it out of high school and college together.

I honestly can't remember how long I sat there, but I realized that all I really wanted to do was go home in my bed and cry some more. Remembering that Nick and Jeff were probably waiting for me in Nick's dorm and that Blaine and I had come together, I quickly text Nick that my dad needs me and I have to go and text Jeff to give Blaine a ride home because they're practically neighbors.

I run to my car and drive all the way back home, speeding the entire way.

When I arrive back home, I realize that I'm alone in the house and immediately run to my room.

I collapse onto the bed and start sobbing. Why am I never good enough for him? First Jeremiah, then Rachel, now Sebastian? He'd rather have a douchebag over me? Am I really that bad? I eventually fall asleep when I'm too tired to keep crying.

Later, I'm awoken by my phone vibrating in my pocket. That's right, I forgot to change my clothes. Opening my phone, I see my inbox full with messages.

You have five text messages from Blaine Anderson.

You have five missed calls from Blaine Anderson.

"Kurt, where are you?"

"Nick told me your dad called you home. Is he ok? Are you ok?"

"Look, could you please answer? I'm getting really anxious here."

"God, Kurt, answer your phone!"

"If you don't answer in the next hour, I'm coming over!"

I looked at the time. 10:00 PM. Wow, I guess I dozed off quite a bit.

I reply back. "Hey Blaine, I'm fine. My dad's fine. I'm just tired, ok? Talk to you tomorrow," I debate whether or not I should add "Love Kurt."

In the end, I end with "- Kurt."

I figure, maybe I shouldn't tell him that I know about his affair. Maybe I can get him back while he's still mine. Well, at least, publicly still mine.

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