Santana purposely arrived later than what was planned. She knew she needed to have at least that bit of power over the man she was meeting. When she arrived at Dalton, she said her hellos to Nick and Jeff and asked if someone was here for her. Both men showed her the table and the girl's heels clicked on the floor while marching to her date.

"Santana, you're late."

"Way to state the obvious, Sebastian." The girl sat and both of them watched each other intently.

"Why am I here, exactly?" The man asked, bored already.

"Did you watch the video?"

"No, it looked boring." Santana nodded and put her phone under Sebastian's nose, making him watch Blaine singing his heart out on stage. "Just like I was saying, it is boring. Are we here to discuss your videotaping skills? Because I have few tips for you, but for now let's just appreciate that for once it wasn't taped from under your boobs."

"Oh, clever, how long did you wait to actually make this one?" The Latina wondered. "Anyway I'm not here to bicker. Obviously Blaine is dying from heartbreak here and if I know my gays well, which I do, then Kurt is probably in the same wonderful state." Sebastian just looked at the girl, arms crossed on his chest. Santana rolled her eyes at his silence and continued. "They need each other like air, and we are going to make it happen." The man didn't say a thing but a curious look had appeared on his face.

"What's in it for me?"

"Absolutely nothing, besides doing the right thing."

"I'm out." Sebastian stood up and gathered his things, not even looking at Santana who was strangely calm.

"Sebastian, sit down and plan this with me." The girl said with a warning tone.

"Look, burrito girl. I don't care about playing matchmaker, especially if I can't bang someone in the process. This oh-so-clever game was something girls like you were playing in high school when they were bored and had already fucked the whole school. I have better things to do." With that Sebastian started to walk away before being stopped by Santana's voice.

"Like doing Dave, Sebastian?" The girl asked smugly, knowing she was playing dirty. At the name Sebastian turned around and walked back to Santana, a menacing look on his face.

"Don't you dare bring him into this." The man growled at the girl, looking directly into her eyes from above.

"I take this as you still care about him but won't do a thing about it." The girl said smirking, her attention back to her nails.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you have no idea what you are talking about."

"Then sit your sweet little ass on the chair and plot with me. If you do that I won't mention your boy toy again." Sebastian stepped closer to her, anger radiating from his body.

"I don't give a fuck if you're a woman or not, talk about him that way again and you'll need plastic surgery to reconstruct your face when I'll be done with you, are we clear?"

"Help me and I won't talk about him that way nor will I bring him into the conversation again." Sebastian eyed her for few more seconds before walking around the table and sitting on his previous chair. The girl nodded to herself and made a sign to Nick to bring them something strong. She needed it.

"Alright, so we need to make them talk to each other, at least."

"They don't need to talk; they need to fuck their brain out." Sebastian argued.

"Charming." Santana commented, with a hypocritical smile, she drank half her glass and looked back at the man. "They need to talk about the situation and about what happened this time and six years ago. Blaine had fucked up, and he's fucked up again, we all know that, but he needs a chance to say his piece and I'm sure that Kurt needs it as well."

"You seem to have this all figured it out. Why would you need me?"

"Because I have no idea how to make this happen or what kind of lame excuse I could have to call Kurt." The girl pulled a notebook and pen out of her bag, waiting for ideas.

"You want me to find a place where they could talk and bring Kurt there?" Sebastian repeated, still not knowing what he was really doing here.

"Exactly, now think. I know this must be hard for you."

"Kurt is a bitch but romantic dinners have always been a thing for him. We could set them up in a restaurant." The man offered.

"Yeah, so they can shout at each other in front of a crowd. Brilliant idea. Next." The girl snapped, writing the idea down before crossing it out.

"What about here? Don't the two clowns have an empty room here, somewhere?"

"They do, but we need somewhere private. This is going to be fucking difficult for both of them."

The two planned and plotted all evening, ideas becoming less and less coherent with the amount of alcohol they were drinking.

A week later Santana was standing in front of Blaine's building. She was wearing a whole black outfit with boots and leather jacket. She had her phone in hands and was waiting for the whole plan to start.

[From Sebastian]

Everything is settled, just need gay n°1 to arrive.

[From Santana]

Tell me again why my gay couldn't be n°1 and how the fuck did we end up with those lame name codes?

[From Sebastian]

You lost the bet and we were drunk. Where's gay n°2

[From Santana]

Just stepped out of his building, let me send him a text.

Ok, done.

[From Sebastian]

Did you put condoms and lube in his bag?

[From Santana]

You said you were buying those!

[From Sebastian]

I never said such things! Where the fuck is your gay? We need him first!

[From Santana]

I sent him a text saying that I had to cancel tonight. Did you send him a text from Kurt's phone?

[From Sebastian]

Fuck!

[From Santana]

Are you shitting me? How the fuck is he supposed to get there if you don't send the damn message? You are fucking useless!

[From Sebastian]

Calm down Pepito, I just sent it.

[From Santana]

I'm following him, we are ten minutes away from you.

[From Sebastian]

Waiting for him. If Kurt comes in shoot me a text.

[From Santana]

I know the plan, I was the one imagining it. You are the one that can't follow simple orders Pea-Brain

Blaine had no idea why Kurt had contacted him that night and no idea why he so suddenly wanted to see him. Blaine was nervous by the sudden change of plan for his evening and by the fact that he was meeting Kurt. He had had no time to change, or check his hair, he knew he looked like a mess and that was stressing him even more.

The whole walk to Kurt's he had the weird impression of being followed but shrugged it off. This just wasn't his evening, Santana had stood him up, he was going to meet the man he had lied to, he was just over stressed.

When he arrived in front of Kurt's building he almost ran into Sebastian.

"Hey, look where you're going! Oh, hi Blaine!" The taller said with a wide grin of his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Kurt asked me to come to meet with him. Are you here to see him too?" Blaine asked with an edge in his voice.

"I'm just here to give him something back. Let's go upstairs together." Sebastian held the door open for Blaine and they both took the elevator, not saying a word. Sebastian was glued to his phone and only looked up when they arrived in front of Kurt's door.

"It's open, just go in." Sebastian said without moving. Blaine carefully opened the door and stepped in. The room was illuminated with dozens and dozens of candles, the air smelled like cinnamon and vanilla and from where he was Blaine could see that the table of the living room was full of foods and soft candles.

"I hope you enjoy your evening!" Sebastian shouted from behind the door and Blaine heard the door being locked. He tried to open it, turning the doorknob in every way possible, shaking the door. But nothing worked. He turned to the place, feeling trapped.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked to an empty place. He looked around for few minutes before finally understanding that he was alone, in Kurt's apartment.

Meanwhile Santana was waiting in front of Kurt's building passing impatiently. She spotted Kurt and happily waved at him.

"Hi Santana, what are you doing here?" Kurt hugged the girl and stepped back.

"Oh, I was just on my way to a club. How are you Kurt?" The girl asked, genuinely concern.

"I'm fine. Busy but fine." She could see that it was a lie but now was not the time to have meaningful conversation. "You look… great tonight by the way." Santana looked down at her outfit. She could pass either for a biker or a girl into bondage.

"Yeah I'm going to this D/s club tonight, have some fun." Kurt eyes grew wide and a deep blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Right, hum, well I hope you find what you're looking for then. I'll just… hum… Good night Santana." The man said with a wave before going into the building. When Kurt reached his floor he saw Sebastian waiting for him in front of his door.

"Bas? Why didn't let yourself in since you have my keys?" Kurt wondered. The taller man just shrugged and opened the door for Kurt, letting him step in first.

"Oh Kurt?" Bas shouted. Kurt turned around to see that his friend was still standing in the hallway, not even in his apartment. Quickly Sebastian closed the door and yelled again. "Have a good evening! Call me or Santana when you need to get out!"

Kurt heard the door lock and, just like Blaine did minutes ago, Kurt shook the door, hoping for it to fall open but nothing happened. Kurt walked into his apartment with a frown on his face, not understanding why his friend would feel the need to lock him into his place.

Understanding dawned on him when he stepped into his living room.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt snapped angrily at Blaine. He took a few seconds to look at the room. There were candles everywhere, food and Blaine, standing in the middle of his living room. "Did you plan all of this?"

"Kurt, you asked me to come here." Blaine answered quietly.

"I most certainly did not." Kurt argued, arms crossed over his chest, a furious look on his face.

"But I just received a text from you telling me to come here because you wanted to talk to me." Blaine explained calmly, confused.

"Bas was the one with my phone today because I forgot it yesterday at his place so if you received a text, it's not from me." Kurt went back to the front door and violently shook it, hoping it would do something. Unfortunately for him, nothing happened and he had no other choice than to go back to the living room where Blaine was standing awkwardly.

"Do you want to call him to know what this is all about? He is the one that locked you in too, right?" Blaine asked Kurt tentatively. Kurt took the handed phone and called his friend.

"Yeah, he locked me in there before wishing me a good evening." Kurt muttered before hearing a happy 'hello' from Sebastian. "What the hell, Bas? Why I am locked into my own place and what is Blaine doing here?"

"Put me on speaker, you giant moron. Kurt?" Confused, Kurt looked at the phone and answered.

"Yeah? Santana?"

"Of course it's me. Your friend here is as talented at plotting as Finn is at dancing. Put me on speaker, Hummel." Kurt did as told, still utterly confused about the ins and outs of all of this. "Okay, so, Gays, listen to me. You're locked in and you're going to use this fabulous opportunity to talk to each other, yell at each other, make beautiful gay babies. I don't care. Sort things out! Don't you dare call me before you're done or one of you is dying or you're out of lube!" And with that Santana hung up, leaving a furious Kurt and a dumbstruck Blaine stuck together in the apartment.

"Your friend is a pain in the ass." Kurt stated, going to the kitchen and coming back with a can of coke.

"From what I gather your friend is as involved in this as mine."

Kurt sat down and tried to turn on the TV but nothing happened. The man stood up and looked directly under the TV to check the cables.

"You've got to be kidding me! They removed all the cables! I can't even watch TV, and they took my computer too! It was here this morning. I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kill them, bring them back to life and kill them again." Kurt muttered, plopping down on his couch.

Blaine was still awkwardly standing in the living room, not knowing what to do with himself.

"You can sit, Blaine." Kurt spat. "We're going to be locked in here for quite some time."

"So they send me that text and then proceed to made sure that we couldn't use any electronic items and locked us in. I guess they really want us to…"

"Just don't." Kurt warned, cutting Blaine off mid-sentence.

Blaine sat down on one of the chairs, facing Kurt who was sitting on the couch. Neither Kurt nor Blaine said a thing, Blaine because he was too worried about saying something wrong and Kurt because he was planning two murders.

They stayed silent for half an hour, not looking at each other, not making any sound. Kurt was sipping his coke and Blaine nervously played with his cardigan. They didn't acknowledge the beautiful table and after a while Kurt stood up and blew every single candle out in the room.

Blaine had no idea what to do or even if he should do something. They were locked together, now was really the time to talk to each other, to sort things out in one way or another. He just needed to know what he wanted to say and how he should say it.

Kurt didn't know what to do with himself. As much as he wanted to just go to bed he couldn't bring himself to. Blaine was there, in his flat. The man he had longed for and craved for even if he shouldn't have was right here and still he couldn't bring himself to talk to him, still blinded by what had happened. He made two sandwiches and handed one to Blaine, still not saying a word and acting as coldly as he could. He found a Sudoku that he hadn't done in a newspaper and started to work on it.

After two hours of not talking and ignoring each other both could feel the tension that had grown significantly. They both knew they couldn't postpone the moment forever; they would have to acknowledge each other and knowing this, combined with all their resentment, made the air around them thick.

"I'm sor…"

"How could you do that?" Both started at the same time. Kurt locked eyes with Blaine and the two didn't say a word for a few more seconds before Kurt started to shout again.

"How could you do that Blaine? Seriously, how could you lie to me that way?"

"It wasn't easy." Blaine tried to explain but Kurt didn't let him finish.

"Like hell it was! You said you loved me, but people don't treat the person they love the way you did with me! You didn't love me, Blaine. You loved the idea of me, the idea of having me. But never did you love me!" Kurt saw something change in Blaine's eyes at his words and with every new one, the anger, possibly, grew bigger and bigger. Kurt had never seen Blaine looking like that, and he was almost scared.

"Would you just shut up, Kurt!" Blaine burst. "Fuck! How dare you saying that to me! How dare you give me lessons about how to properly treat the person you love?" Blaine came closer and closer to Kurt with every question, anger burning in his eyes. Kurt looked at Blaine, froze in place. Never had he seen Blaine that furious in his life.

"How dare I? Well, easily since I never lied to you and never used you to bring back some fantasy!"

"Yes Kurt, I lied to you, people lie every day, get over it!" Blaine shouted, pushing Kurt hard. Both were screaming at each other, anger and rage radiating from their body. Weeks of stress, lies and new memories coming crashing down and all of their mixed feelings making them even more furious.

"Get over it? Well fuck you, Blaine! Have you any idea how hard that is?"

"I don't! Of course I don't, but did you ever let me explain myself? No you didn't, you just took it all out on me like you're perfect. Guess what, Kurt? You are far from perfect, you're self-centered, you never listen and for god's sake stop acting like we all owe you something!" Blaine fumed, stepping forward and pushing Kurt to accentuate his words.

Kurt should've been scared, Blaine's pupils were fully dilated and completely dark, rage was pumping threw his veins as strong as his lust, his body shaking with need.

"And what would listening to you have brought me? More lies? Because that's all you can do Blaine, lying to me! Don't you think that not knowing who you are is hard enough to add people close to you lying to your face every day? So maybe I'm self-centered and maybe I don't listen but look at what happened when I listened to the crap that people tell me and when I let everyone but me take care of me! I'm a fucking mess, Blaine!" Kurt barked.

The rage, the anger, the adrenaline, all of those were making Blaine say things he wouldn't have in a normal state. And every time Kurt was talking back, was fighting back, Blaine wanted nothing more than to take him, right there on the floor. Kurt's anger and frustration at him was making Blaine's hard.

"And you think I'm living on cloud nine, Kurt?"

"I'm sorry but right now I don't really give a flying fuck about you!"

They both stood in front of each other, breathing heavily and looking furiously into the other's eyes. Loathing dripped from every pore of their bodies. The silence surrounded them, heavy and full of lust and rage. They both launched themselves at the other, mouths coming crashing down together. They kissed hungrily, claiming each other for minutes, before Blaine forcibly pushed Kurt onto the floor, straddled him and restrained his hands above his head.

"And now what, Blaine? Are you going to make me listen all your pathetic excuses for what you did?" Kurt challenged, hate crawling under his skin.

Blaine started to thrust his groin into Kurt's, kissing the man to make him shut up. He bit Kurt's bottom lip, sucked hard on it, leaving Kurt's lips bruised by the kiss. Blaine ripped Kurt's shirt off his body and yanked his pants down, leaving him in nothing but his boxer brief. Blaine slammed Kurt back into the floor, kissing and biting harshly into Kurt's collarbone and shoulder.

"It wouldn't matter, you never listen to me Kurt!" Blaine said, accentuating his words with hard bites into Kurt's skin. Kurt roughly pulled Blaine's hair and tried to contain every noise of pleasure but only managed to moan loudly at every bite. The shorter man quickly got his clothes off and attacked Kurt's lips, his tongue battling Kurt's for dominance.

"All I ever did was make sure you were happy! I was scared shitless and in casts and yet all I could do was make sure you were fine! It doesn't scream self-centered to me, Blaine!"

Kurt scratched Blaine's back with his fingernails and fought against Blaine's control.

"Stop it Kurt! I'm going to fuck you and I want your body to remember this every time you walk!" Blaine sneered, anger boiling under his skin. Blaine slammed his erection hard against Kurt's, claiming him.

"So you're going to use me again! Didn't see that one coming…Oh fuck! Blaine!" Heat rolled out of Kurt's body. "You lied to…me, used me! Made me feel cheap!" Kurt argued, voice breaking a little at Blaine's thrusts, their cocks only separated by a thin layer of clothes, their hips rocking and undulating rapidly against each other.

"You broke my heart… twi-ice, Kurt!" They were both panting, grasping for air. Blaine removed both of their boxers and wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock, pumping furiously. Kurt gasped and moaned, not able to say anything. Suddenly Blaine removed his hand and brought two fingers to Kurt's mouth. "Lick." Blaine ordered and Kurt avidly took the two fingers in his mouth, sucking at them and rolling his tongue around them, locking eyes with Blaine and moaning around the digits. When they were dripping with saliva, Blaine removed them from Kurt's mouth and quickly pushed them into Kurt's puckered hole, thrusting into him hard, not giving him time to adjust.

"You … broke my trust!" Kurt barely managed to say as Blaine's fingers found his prostate. Kurt couldn't help but want more and found it sickeningly good. The man scissored his fingers into Kurt and removed them before placing himself at Kurt's entrance.

"Did you fuck someone else during those weeks?" Blaine asked,

"Dozens, I fucked dozens of blond, tall, hot guys!" Kurt gripped Blaine's shoulder when the man pushed into him, yanking him closer and forcing Blaine to penetrate him fully.

"You made me feel like the worst piece of shit!" Blaine accused, thrusting harder and harder at every word. Kurt was falling apart under the unforgiving pace that Blaine had set.

"This was never about… you! God, Blaine! I was the one without his…his fucking memory, I didn't decide shit, you chose… to jump into this… and to lie about every…everything! Oh fuck! Just fuck me harder!" Kurt growled into Blaine's ear, before biting his earlobe. To match Blaine's aggressiveness, Kurt dug his nails against Blaine's back, leaving bold red marks.

"So fucking tight, Kurt. Fuck!" Blaine met Kurt's prostate with every thrust, never slowing down and furiously pounding into the other man's hole. "Look at me Kurt! Look at me and tell me that I lied about everything, even my feelings for you! I …dare you to say that I don't love you!" Blaine ordered, knowing that Kurt wouldn't be able to say anything in his state. Kurt was falling apart under Blaine and the shorter man knew his lover was close to coming.

"Say it, Kurt!"

"You… don't, don't love…!" Kurt couldn't finish it as Blaine pushed roughly into him, stroking his throbbing cock at the same time. With all the stimulation and the never-ending forceful thrusts against his prostate, Kurt came between their bodies. Blaine continued to slam into Kurt, thrusting against Kurt's prostate and fucking him through his orgasm, fucking Kurt's mouth with his tongue. Kurt's hole clenched erratically around Blaine, making Blaine thrust his hips harder into Kurt, sinking his teeth into the man's shoulder as he came.

Blaine collapsed on top of Kurt, both of them breathing heavily, blissed by the mind-blowing orgasm they just had.

They took a few minutes to catch their breath and calm their hearts. Blaine used his forearms to push himself off Kurt, looking into the man's eyes.

Gone was the anger, the aggressiveness, the hatred and fury, gone were the insults behind which they could hide each other. They stripped bare their soul, leaving them raw and tired of fighting against each other and against themselves.

Blaine could see the fear in Kurt's eyes as the man gently cupped his cheek and stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. Blaine sat on Kurt's thighs, helping the man to sit down.

Kurt's arms embraced Blaine shyly and put his head against the teacher's shoulder. No one said a word. Blaine gave Kurt a few seconds to compose himself and sort his thoughts, caressing lightly down his back.

After a minute Blaine gently pushed Kurt's head away from his shoulder and took his chin in his hand, searching approval in Kurt's eyes. Blaine leant in slowly and put his lips softly against Kurt's, brushing against them and lovingly kissing him.

Blaine stood up, smiling at Kurt as he disappeared into Kurt's room, coming back with pillows, blankets and washcloths. He cleaned Kurt and threw the cloth away before arranging a bed for the two of them on the floor. He turned off all the lights and delicately took Kurt into his arms to put him into the bed made of blankets and pillows. Blaine grabbed another blanket to put it on top of them and brought Kurt closer. They intertwined their bodies, snuggled and breathed each other.

"I want to talk about this, but tomorrow, okay? We'll talk tomorrow." Kurt asked shyly, afraid that Blaine would deny him that.

"Of course. Tomorrow." Blaine answered, tightening his embrace around Kurt. "Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"I know we have a lot to discuss and to figure out," Blaine started. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, smiling gently at him to help him go through with what he had to say.

"But please Kurt, please. Say you're mine."