I am having the worst day ever! Blaines inner voice grumbled angrily.

Kurt had never heard Blaine sound this annoyed before and that worried him, but then, for all he knew it could be nothing. Is this just you venting to yourself or is your angered state seeping through to reach me without trying? he asked.

Blaine stopped his mini tantrum to look at himself in the mirror and what he saw there made him blush. His eyebrows were arched up in an angry glare, his lips were tightly pursed and his face was all scrunched up and looking ridiculous. No wonder Kurt had made such a playful remark even after hearing his obvious annoyance. Already Blaine felt better. He let out a tired sigh, thankful that he had Kurt in his life. If it was anyone else, Blaine would have felt guilty for venting but Kurt insisted he let any of his frustrations out and he somehow always knew the right thing to say.

“I didnt mean to but Im glad you heard me.”

Without another word, Kurts familiar figure materialized with a flash of energy and Blaine smiled at him in greeting. Theyd only been apart for a few hours while Blaine had gone to class for the day and yet it felt like months. Little by little and without Blaines realization, his moments with Kurt had become the highlight of his day. It was what he looked forward to when he woke in the morning and what got him through his usual day. Even when they were physically apart, Kurt was still there with him, in the back of his mind: a constant comfort.

“Are you ever a sight for sore eyes,” Blaine sighed.

Blaines accidentally flirtations were becoming more common and yet Kurt enjoyed them too much to point them out. What was the harm in a little playful banter? It wasnt like their interactions went any farther than that, as much as Kurt wished they would. But if Blaine was bent on playing ignorant to the rising chemistry between them, so be it then.

“I dont need to read your thoughts right now to see how badly you are in need of a night of comforts Blaine. This calls for the full deal too, so you and I are going to stop at the local bakery -- because the key to happiness Blaine, is cake – and then well go to my place and spend the whole night marathoning classic films over cake and mugs of hot chocolate,” Kurt announced.

Such a scene was a far cry from a typical night for Kurt. Before meeting Blaine he had thought sex was the be all, end all. Now he was learning that while it was pleasurable, sex wasnt everything, not that he was planning to go celibate – but then, he hadnt slept with anyone since befriending Blaine. Maybe thats why fighting the urges Blaine triggered in him was proving so difficult as time went on.

“That sounds heavenly Kurt, and its exactly what I need. Thanks for knowing me so well,” Blaine practically gushed.

Tending to Kurts sexual urges would have to wait until a more suitable time, because he wasnt about to forgo their movie plans for anything – even getting laid. “I try,” Kurt said cutely.

The pair headed off to pick out the appropriate dessert for their evening and after choosing a delicious looking dark chocolate forest cake, they continued on to Kurts apartment. Such was a typical scene for them, as Kurts place was somewhere they could go and just be themselves. Oh how Blaine long for those wonderfully spent evenings.

Whenever Blaine told Kurt his problems, how ever miniscule they might feel, Kurt listened to him and helped Blaine through his struggles. Sometimes by doing something so small as giving him a kind smile or a light pat on the shoulder. That was another thing Blaine had grown to like: touching. Not in a sexual way, at least not intentionally – because the vibe went there sometimes before Blaine turned bashful and Kurt stopped it without a word. But just being able to touch someone casually: little hugs in greeting, a touch of the shoulder and even once, a quick peck on the cheek, felt nice. The kiss in question had happened last week when Blaine and Kurt parted ways and it felt so natural to him that at the time, Blaine hadnt thought about it. That came later, after his dumbstruck expression eventually subsided enough for the realization to hit him. Blaine needed to be very careful, not only for his own good but for Kurts. Kurt didnt deserve to be lead on.

Kurt had minding his own business, sneaking a little peek at Blaines handsome profile when there was a loud knock at the door. He frowned; who in the hell could that be? Aside from Blaine there wasnt anyone who visited him. Unless….

Blaine popped the last piece of popcorn in his mouth as he watched Kurt get up and make his way over to the door, grumbling. He had no reason to freak out, since his being there wasnt crime, and yet he couldnt help but tense up.

Kurt opened the door to find an extremely vivacious looking Latina woman grinning at him maliciously. He took one look at her and without so much as a word, shut the door in her face and turned back around to look at Blaine, who was gaping at him in surprise.

“Who was it, Kurt?”

“Nobody.”

“Oh dont be so mean Kurt, not to your favourite cousin,” a female voice announced.

Blaine couldnt help but gasp when the unknown woman walked right through the door. Hed seen Kurt do the same thing countless times before but this was different. Judging by how Kurts dagger eyes were out, he wasnt very happy for this cousin of his to appear so out of the blue. When Blaine took in consideration what any of his relatives could be, Blaine suddenly realized her visit was way more significant – that is, if she was telling the truth about her identity.

Whether she was an actual blood relative of Kurts or not, she sure acted like she owned the place. The woman strolled inside, went so far as to kiss Kurt, who looked ready to throttle her afterwards, and got herself a drink out of the fridge. Tall, slender and busty; the woman was basically a physical representation of the temptations young men like him going into priesthood had to resist. Blaine had no trouble avoiding her womanly wiles, but he had no idea the real reason why that was. He just thought he had actual control for once, or he was in too nervous a state.

Then she turned her attentions to Blaine finally, eyeing him up and down with a devilish grin on her face.

“Arent you going to introduce me to your boyfriend over here,” she said.

“This is Blaine, and hes just a friend,” Kurt corrected.

Hearing Kurt add the word just hurt a little, but Blaine made no reaction to make his feelings known.

“Blaine, this young vixen calls herself Santana.”

“Nice to meet you just friend Blaine.”

“So shes really your cousin... meaning shes a...” Blaine said, struggling to finish.

“A demon? Yeah, thats me.”

“Yes shes a demon all right and she claims to be my cousin on our mothers' side. I have no idea if thats really true though--”

“Our Kurt has trust issues, as you probably know, Blaine,” Santana interrupted.

“Oh for the love of--” Kurt muttered, cutting his words off so he could look at Blaine. “Would you mind if I spoke to my cousin outside for a minute, Blaine?” Kurt asked through clenched teeth.

“Um, sure,” Blaine said.

By the time Blaine uttered his reply Kurt was already pushing Santana towards the door and shoved her out into the hallway.

Kurt hissed, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Its like I said; Im visiting,” Santana explained.

“You say that like its a normal occurrence, when we both know its anything but. I thought you of all people wouldnt stoop so low as to spy on me.”

“How was I spying? If Id wanted to do that then I wouldnt have walked through the door and introduced myself.”

On any given day Kurt hated when people kept being right and when that person was Santana, it went beyond him just being annoyed – he was pissed. Despite their supposed shared bloodline, Kurts interactions so far with the she-demon (as she liked to call herself) hadnt been very pleasant. Somehow Santana knew just how to push Kurts buttons and she did it so skillfully that Kurt always ended up losing. The clever bitch. But this time Kurt wasnt even willing to play her usual games – not with Blaine on the other side of the door. The question was, how could he get her to leave without any drama?

“Santana, can you please just go?” Kurt pleaded tiredly, optioning for the direct approach.

Santanas dark brown eyes looked at him with pity for a moment before she shook her head at him. “Fine Ill leave. Not because I feel intimidated by you or anything, but because I dont wanna watch you two boys makes googley eyes at each other.”

If it meant she was actually leaving then Kurt would hold his tongue. Blaine must be wondering what was taking so long by now too. “Thank you,” he said.

“But before I go, let me give you some words of advice, Cuz,” Santana began.

Kurts eyes narrowed, but he didnt make any cutting remarks and just waited for her to say her piece.

“You and Blaine are already acting like an old married couple, a sexless old married couple actually. If I were you, Id shake that tight ass of yours at Blaine so hell stop saving himself for God and get some fun out of life. Youre just letting him walk all over you as he pushes you further into friend-zone territory. If Blaine was actually just your friend and not your angel assignment, then you could just dump his sorry ass and move on. But youve mixed business with pleasure Kurt, so now youve gotta pay for it. Just like you have to pay for making the even bigger mistake of falling for a human,” Santana said, giving Kurt a full on speech with no chance for him to get a word in edgewise. As she gave her advice to Kurt, she closed in on him, literally backing Kurt into a corner and soon there was nowhere for him to go.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Kurt didnt like anything Santana was preaching to him. More so because all of it was true – or very nearly so. The one thing he wouldnt begin to think was that meeting Blaine and becoming his friend in the process was a mistake. Was it foolish considering the complexity of their situation? Yes. Did the fact that Blaine kept on repressing his sexuality despite how good things could be between them if he had the courage to act instead? Fuck yes! But none of this made Kurt want to face the reality of things and he certainty didnt want any sort of help! Not from Heaven or Hell.

Too bad Santana wasnt done yet. “Sex is the only thing humans are good for Kurt, that and starting wars. So use all of your seductive powers and hit that thing, or else youll get nothing out of this quote un quote amazing friendship of yours,” she finally finished.

Kurt rolled his eyes; he was so done. “Touching words,” he said mockingly.

“Though I guess if you actually follow through with your assignment, you will get something out of it.”

“And that is?”

“A place to belong, and isnt that what youve always wanted, Kurt?” Santana taunted.

He did want that still but so much had changed since Blaine had come into the picture. Now, Kurt wasnt so sure that his place in the word was with the angels or the demons. None of them actually cared about him at all. They just wanted his power. There was only one person who made Kurt feel special and he was just a lowly human, one that Kurt had come to love: Blaine. He was the answer to his loneliness, but Blaine could never be his, because hed promised himself to God – the deluded fool.

Kurt turned his nose up at Santana and walked right through her without so much of a warning, coming out on the other side. He glanced back at her with an air of superiority so chilling, even she didnt bother to give any back handed remarks in attempts to knock him off his high horse. Not that she could have, which she probably knew.

“Good talking to you, Cuz, but if youll excuse me, I have a movie night to get back to,” Kurt announced as he made his way back towards the door and passed through it, leaving Santana behind.

His act was broken the second he cleared the room and he threw himself against the door to see if she would actually go. Once again, his luck concerning non-human meddlers was with him and he sighed with relief when she disappeared from sight.

Blaine was glad Kurt was finally back and without any signs of a fight, although his dramatic return did give some cause for alarm. “Is she gone?”

Kurt nodded; glad to turn his attentions back at Blaine, his smile instantly renewed Kurt's tired spirits. “For now,” Kurt answered, but he stopped himself from adding, But shell be back.

Something told Blaine that Kurt was only putting on a brave face for him, and he wondered why? How often did his demon relatives drop by unexpectedly and were the only family relations to? What was going on in Kurts life that he wasnt telling him? Blaine held those questions back so he could ask the only one that mattered. “Are you okay?”

Kurt smiled at Blaine, a little too affectionately but of course it flew right over Blaines head. He joined Blaine on the couch and patted his knee, pulling away when enough time had passed. “Now I am,” he said. ________________________________________________________________________r32;r32;

It started out like any other morning for Blaine, he woke to the sound of the alarm on his phone going off. But as soon as he opened his droopy eyes, he came face to face with something that was very out of the ordinary – or rather -- someone. Blaines eyes widened and he blinked in surprise when he realized that Kurt was pressed up close to him with arms draped over his waist, hugging him. Blaine had never been so close to Kurt before and he froze like he was under some sort of trance. Kurts sleeping face was just above his head, silently breathing in and out and he made cute little mumbling noises in his sleep.

Blaine was trapped, he couldnt move without waking Kurt and he knew by now how his friend wasnt a morning person. Kurt shifted in his sleep and his hand drifted down to brush the front of Blaines groin. Startled by the sudden contact, Blaine lurched back and yanked himself out of Kurts hold on him, causing him to roll off of the couch and onto the floor.

“What?” Kurt grumbled, his voice cracking. Kurt yawned and rubbed his eyes; where was he and what was that loud thud? The last thing he remembered was watching movies with Blaine and then, it all went fuzzy. Had Blaine gone home on his own? “Blaine?” Kurt called out, to see if he was still there.

“Down here,” a feeble sounding voice answered.

Kurt looked down at the floor and laughed at what he saw; there was Blaine looking quite undignified lying on the floor with his legs up in the air. “What happened to you?” he asked, still chuckling.

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, which had narrowly missed hitting the coffee table and flashed Kurt a bashful smile. “I fell over.”

“I can see that,” Kurt said as he reached his hand out and helped Blaine up. “Im wondering what made you fall over?”

Blaine thanked Kurt for helping him back up and he let out a tired sigh. While embarrassing, Blaine didnt want to make something up in lieu of the truth. “I woke up and saw you... and I wasnt expecting to,” he answered awkwardly.

There was no way Kurt could start to feel annoyed by Blaines explanation, not with his look of pure guilt on his face. Kurt sighed; he supposed he could cut Blaine some slack – just this once, in the spirit of friendship. “I guess waking up next to a guy would give you a pretty big surprise,” Kurt said.

Blaine smiled in appreciation at Kurt; grateful that waking up to find themselves lying together on the couch hadnt turned out into a big dramatic scene. “Any idea how we ended up like that?”

Kurt turned to look back at the scene of the crime and he shrugged. It was pretty clear to him what had happened but he was fine to tell Blaine his observations if it would make him feel better about it.

“We obviously fell asleep watching movies together. The TVs still on and the DVD menu is on the screen. A some point we must have ended up cuddling together in the night and as the hours passed... we got comfy,” he explained.

That all sounded innocent enough, but Blaine still felt slightly unnerved. Why exactly he wasnt sure at the moment. “Thats what I thought too,” Blaine said.

“There was no alcohol involved, so we know the only thing we did last-night was spoon,” Kurt said all of a sudden.

“I know that!” Blaine snapped without thinking.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine; he was slightly irked at Blaine finding the idea of them sleeping together so offensive that hed shout so loudly. “Theres no need to get defensive with me, I was just kidding around,” he muttered angrily.

The response had just come out of his mouth, giving Blaine no time to stop and think how Kurt would take his urgent tone. “I just meant I know you would never try to take advantage of me like that, if we had gotten drunk,” Blaine said.

It was way too early in the morning for Kurt to be dealing with stuff like this, so he decided just to let it go. Blaine wasnt purposely trying to sound offensive after all; he was just being his usual naive self, which was almost just as worse. “Forget about it Blaine, it doesnt matter. Shouldnt you be heading off for class soon?” he asked, changing the subject.

At the reminder of school, Blaine brought out his phone to check the time. “Oh crap! My first class starts in thirty minuets!” Kurts apartment was only a fifteen minute walk away from campus, but that left him little to no time to go to his dorm room first to get dressed.

“Luckily you brought your books along with you here, huh.”

“Yeah but I cant go to class looking like this!” Blaine said, gesturing to his wrinkled clothing.

Kurt of course knew what Blaine was getting at. How going to class wearing the same clothes as last night would cause a possible stir. At any other college, such a thing wouldnt be very scandalous but when Blaine was a studying to be a priest, it would be considered downright blasphemous. Fortunately for Blaine, he had Kurt, who saw an easily solution to Blaines awkward conundrum.

“You can just borrow something of mine to wear.”

The tension in Blaines body relaxed instantly and he actually went so far as to rush over to Kurt and hug him. “Thanks Kurt, youre a life saver!”

Kurt chuckled at Blaines extreme reaction, though deep down he was thrilled that Blaine was hugging him now. Until Blaine realized hed overstepped a bit and he pulled back, blushing a little but he shook it off.

“Its nothing Blaine, here, you go freshen yourself up in my bathroom while I find you something suitable,” he said.

With a nod, Blaine darted into Kurts bedroom and went to his adjoined bathroom. He set to combing his hair and borrowed a bit of Kurts hair products to style it well enough until he was sure he looked fine. Blaine was just helping himself to some of Kurts facial lotion when his friend appeared at the door to present his findings. Blaine grinned at Kurt and took a step towards him to give his clothing choices a better look. In Kurts right hand was a pale blue short sleeve dress shirt with a grey fitted vest over top of it, and in his left was a pair of black slacks that complimented the other two pieces very nicely.

“I tried to pick something from the less flashy part of my wardrobe, so will these do okay?” Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded his head again; taking offered clothes from Kurt and he put them down on the nearby bed. He pulled the sweater he was wearing over his head and took off his undershirt next when he suddenly remembered that Kurt was still there and silently watching him. Blaine flushed red at the idea of Kurt seeing him topless, that he couldnt bring himself to look him in the eye. It wasnt Kurts fault of course, since Blaine hadnt asked him to leave, but doing so now when he was already half naked seemed too rude to him.

Blaine needn't have worried, because Kurt could tell what he was thinking just from his facial expressions alone. To put him at ease, Kurt smiled playfully at Blaine and walked away from the door without a word. “Ill get your things together while you finish getting ready,” he said.

“Thanks,” Blaine said appreciatively, and he really meant it.

Thanks to Kurt, Blaine ended up making it to his first class with five minutes to spare. As he sat in his chair he couldnt shake the feeling like he was exposing himself somehow. Like the fact that he was wearing Kurts clothes marked him as something.

Not something, as a homosexual, Blaine admitted reluctantly to himself. That was ridiculous of course, just like the idea that people would even know he was wearing Kurts clothes and so what if they did? Kurt was a friend and lending clothes when you were in a pinch was something friends did. Right? Everything was innocent, platonic, they were just bros helping bros.

“You look nice today Blaine, is that a new outfit?”

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Blaine looked up to see Cathy, who went to his church, smiling at him friendlily. He was in history class that morning, so there were mixed genders. He nodded at her, happy that he didnt become all flustered at her question. The compliment given, Cathy headed over to her usual group of friends and Blaine was left alone to his thoughts. You see, theres nothing to worry about, he thought to convince himself. “Nothing what so ever….” ________________________________________________________________________r32;r32;

Okay maybe there was something to worry about, Blaine admitted, but at least in this case Kurt wasnt the reason. Final exams were less than a week away and Blaine was horribly behind. At this rate, he could end up failing and that was a real eye opener. How could he have let this happen? Blaine wasnt a straight A student but he always did pretty well when it came to grades. It didnt take much for him to come up with a plausible answer for his grade drop: Kurt. Well not actually Kurt, since he wasnt directly to blame, but Blaine had stopped his usual study routines ever since hed started hanging out with him regularly. Come to think of it, Blaine hadnt really done anything that was normal for him since then.

Blaine stepped out of his final class of the day feeling weighed down with heavy dread. The mock exam hed just taken couldnt have gone any worse. His mind had blanked from question one and it hadnt gotten any better by the end. Blaine let out a long tired sigh. He was tucked away on a couch located in a quite little corner on campus. What once used to be his favourite place to study now had become the venue for Blaines pity party of one.

He wanted to call Kurt. He would know exactly what to say to motivate him. Only he couldnt do that, not when depending too much on Kurt was how this whole mess had started. What Blaine had to do was hit the books tonight, hard. No more movie nights, no more dinners at Kurts apartment spent chatting together. He even couldnt let himself ask Kurt to come help him study because hed quickly become too much of a distraction. Blaine opened his history textbook and brought out his binder to take study notes with the intention to work at it all night long. No more fun in games, if Blaine planned on passing all of his exams then he needed to rearrange his priorities.

An hour later and Blaine was proud at how much hed gotten done, but he still had a long way to go. He sat up from the couch and stretched his stiff arms. It was close to dinnertime, and when he usually met up with Kurt. That couldnt happen though, not if he had any hopes of graduating in less than a month.

Kurt, Blaine called in his mind.

Hey there, Kurt said.

Blaine frowned; there was no hint of playfulness in Kurts voice, which wasnt like him at all. Had something happened? Was Kurt growing tired of him? Suddenly admitting to Kurt that he needed to buckle down and study tonight wasnt so easy to do.

You okay?

Um, honestly no. I bombed my mock final today, so Im afraid I cant see you tonight. I need to study, Blaine explained.

Oh, said Kurt, who for some reason sounded almost disappointed. Is that all? We dont have to see each other every night Blaine, we both have lives of are own.

Blaine resisted the urge to say We do? in reply teasingly. Thanks, Kurt.

You dont need to thank me Blaine. Good luck studying, Kurt said and then he was gone.

Left to his night of hitting the books, Blaine got up off the couch so he could go and grab something to eat. Afterwards he sat alone in the cafeteria hidden behind a wall of books. No one bothered to approach him, probably because they were all doing the same thing.
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As for Kurt, well he was currently among a sea of male bodies and yet he appeared to be just as alone as Blaine. Kurt danced to the beat, moving his body provocatively and causing the men around him to go wild. But Kurt didnt see their lustful glances, or even hear their catcalls and other various attempts to catch his attention. Even when he was in his element, rocking out to techno music at the hottest gay bar in the city, Kurts mind was elsewhere. When the song ended Kurt was in no mood to continue dancing the night away, so he headed off to the bar. He ordered a strong drink in hopes that it would put his mind off things, all of which were about Blaine.

“Whats his name?” someone asked.

Kurt looked up to see that one of the bartenders was smiling at him sympathetically. Kurt grinned weakly in response and took the drink he hadnt even noticed was ready. “Huh?”

“Whats the name of the guy who has you looking so depressed?” asked the bartender, who was pretty easy on the eyes.

Kurt managed a smile and took a long swig of his drink before he answered, “Oh, he didnt do anything... not intentionally anyway.”

“Ive been there,” the bar tender said with a sigh.

I doubt it, Kurt thought, but he wasnt about to say that.

“He cute?”

Kurt sighed, “The cutest.”

“Ouch. So whats his deal? Is he taken, or is he in the closet still?”

“Both. Well kinda... its complicated,” Kurt said. He wasnt about to say Blaines name, let alone tell a stranger how he was committed just not to any guy, but to God.

“Ah, well, far be it from me to pry, but you just looked like a guy who needs someone to talk to,” the bartender explained.

“Its appreciated, but you can go back to work. Ill be okay,” Kurt urged. The bartender didnt argue with Kurt, since he did have customers to serve, and Kurt was on his own once again. That suited him just fine really, because no one there could help him with his troubles. Hell, Kurt didnt want to even acknowledge he had any problems about Blaine to begin with.

“Hey there, wanna dance?” another far more forward sounding voice asked from behind Kurt.

Kurt turned around on his barstool to eye the extremely attractive young man who was also sizing him up. He knew the type of course; heck he often was that type himself. While Kurt wasnt really in the mood for sex, there was no harm in letting loose out on the dance floor. Kurt needed a good distraction and if this piece of eye candy was offering himself, who was Kurt to say no?

“Why not,” Kurt flirted back.

He actually managed a cheery laugh as the guy, who introduced himself as Marcus, lead Kurt by the hand out into the middle of the dance floor. Kurt danced up against him, his heart racing, as Marcus got up nice and close. All the while, Kurt wasnt really paying attention to his surroundings, or the many signals Marcus was giving him how he was ready to go. Even when Kurts urges overpowered him so much that he actually found himself pushed up against the wall of a bathroom stall as Marcus blew him, he still was lost in his personal thoughts.

Marcus, who was oblivious to Kurts tripping out, gave it his all and soon his perseverance paid off as Kurts body tensed up.

“Blaine! Shit!” Kurt swore as he reached orgasm.

Luckily for Kurt, Marcus didnt appear to care that Kurt had shouted another guys name even when he was the one giving him oral sex. “That your boyfriend or something?” he asked, albeit teasingly.

Kurt rolled his eyes and muttered, “No.”

“I dont care if he is, as long as you return the favour,” Marcus flirted.

Since Marcus wasnt doing anything wrong, in fact he was acting pretty cool about Kurts less than enthusiastic state, Kurt didnt want to leave him hanging. So he got down on his knees and unzipped the fly to Marcuss pants. Kurt did his best to keep Blaine from his thoughts as Marcuss cock went down his throat. The trouble was, Kurt soon discovered there was no fighting it, so he stopped trying altogether. Soon Kurt imagined that it was Blaine who he was blowing and the subsequent moans of pleasure were his as well. The illusion ended up working so well that Kurts deep-throating skills made Marcuss sharp cries pierced through the whole bathroom and their neighbours actually cheered them on.

“Wow! That was seriously the best blowjob Ive ever had,” Marcus said in amazement, still giddy from the rush.

Kurt stood back up and flashed a smug smile at Marcus, but there were no playful remarks. He just shrugged as he did his own pants back up. He made a break for the door but Marcuss arm stopped him, though his grip was light.

“Dont tell me youre gonna go now? We were just getting started! We can go to my place or yours next, if youd like classier scene to fuck at,” Marcus said.

The old Kurt, the one who hadnt fallen in love with Blaine, would have grabbed Marcus by the shoulders and kissed him hard on the mouth. Too bad that guy was nowhere to be found. “Sorry, Im not in the mood Im afraid,” he broke it to Marcus.

“I hope this Blaine of yours knows how lucky he is,” Marcus said, letting him go.

Kurt snorted as he walked out of the stall. If Blaine actually were his boyfriend in this scenario, then Kurt wouldnt have cheated on him in a bathroom to begin with. But he wasnt about to correct Marcus about that fact. All Kurt wanted to get out of there before his physical urges overpowered any common sense he still had left. As fun as hot sex with some random guy could be, Kurt just really wasnt in the mood for it and he wondered if ever would be again.