The way I'm woken up the next morning is not ideal. Cooper is standing in front of the bed, wide-eyed, mouth agape. Next thing I know he's running out and yelling what sounds like I've raped Blaine.

WHAT?

Blaine is out of bed as quick as lightning, pulling me up and shoving a bag and clothes into my arms. “Kurt-“

“I know, I know.”

My best bet is to get the fuck out of here before dad gets a hold of me.

“Please be safe,” Blaine sighs. He grips my shoulder and pushes me towards the window.

I decide to go to Finn's.

********

“Kurt, what the hell happened to you?” is what Finn greets me with when he opens his front door.

I groan. “No ‘hello' or anything?”

“Hi,” he answers back, grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stairs to his room. Once there he points at his bed harshly.

I sit.

“Now tell me what the fuck happened to you!” he orders, flinging his arms.

I rub my forehead. “Could you please lay off the yelling?” I ask quietly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, sitting next to me. His arm goes around my shoulder. “Seriously, what happened?”

“Last night I went to Seb's work and when he got a break we went in the back alley to, you know…” I say, trailing off. “Dave Karofsky, remember him? He was walking by and saw us. Seb ran back in and I got my ass kicked.”

Finn sighs. He's never really gotten to know Sebastian so I understand it's hard to respect your best friend's own boyfriend.

“What else?” he asks.

“Cooper caught Blaine and I… cuddling, or whatever, right before I left home to come here. He dashed up the stairs yelling that I had raped Blaine.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Why were you-“

To be honest, I never mentioned the whole ‘Blaine and I sleeping together' thing. Now is probably the time to tell him.

“Finn...” I start. “Blaine and I, well, we… we sort of h- had sex,” I get out. “Okay, well, not sort of. We had sex. It was a week ago.”

I look over at him and yeah, I expect that look. A surprised look, not a disgusted one.

Now I will continue where I left off.

*********

I left Finn's around one in the morning. Yes I stayed all day.

Sebastian.

This is where I am now, in his bed, undressed, save for my boxers, with my him on top of me, repeatedly grinding his hips to mine.

“Fuck,” I moan, sliding my hands down his back.

Sebastian bites down on my collarbone, sucking what I'm sure will be a rather large hickey. “Just fuck me.”

He pulls his head up, grinning, “I need to tell you something before we do.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Tell me what?”

He rises up and pulls down my boxers before removing his. “I have Chlamydia.”

My eyes shoot open and I shove him away. “You have what?” I ask incredulously.

“Chlamydia,” he replies, scooting closer to me. “I got tested for it today, it's nothing, babe, come on.”

“Nothing!” I exclaim. “Nothing? Seb, you have a fucking STD and you say it's nothing!?”

He shrugs. “Well… at least you know now.”

I groan. “Do you know who the fuck you got it from?”

“No,” he answers. “Kurt, let's just fuck and forget about it. Seriously, you might not even have it.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I'm positively sure on my own accord that I do have it since we never use a condom.

“Sebastian,” I growl. “Fuck! God damn it,” I grumble, getting off the bed and searching around for my clothes.

“Shit, don't get so worked up.”

I pull my shirt on and glare at him. “My boyfriend has Chlamydia, and I might have it too. That's not something I can be calm about, Seb. Could you please throw me my boxers?”

He does.

I manage to get all my clothes on rather quickly. My shoes take no time at all and then I'm walking over to his bedroom door. “I'm going home, I'll see you later.” And on that note I'm gone.