The three boys creeped back in the house around three in the morning. Finn wasn't in bad shape, so he was able to put himself to bed. Kurt didn't seem drunk at all anymore, so Blaine didn't need to care for him like he had earlier in the night. All three of them took their shoes off and tip-toed up the staircase. Kurt's room was the first on the right and Blaine entered the bedroom with Kurt in toe.

"Psst!" Finn whispered. Kurt and Finn turned to see what he wanted. Finn merely shook his head to signify 'no.' Kurt knew what he meant. Blaine was not supposed to be in there and Finn didn't want anyone of them caught doing something wrong.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's back pack and indicated that he was in there to get his things. Finn was satisfied with this and headed to the next bedroom on the left. Their parents' room was at the end of the hall and the office, where Blaine would sleeping, was next to Finn's.

Kurt put Blaine's back pack down when Finn left and felt Blaine's hands snake around his waist and he rested the side of his face on Kurt's shoulder blade.

"I love you," Blaine cooed into Kurt's back.

"I love you," Kurt responded. The two boy stood in silence wrapped up in each other for minutes before Kurt began speaking again. "I have to go to the bathroom."

Blaine un raveled his arms and turned Kurt. He placed a lingering kiss on his lips. "Hurry back."

Kurt smiled, making an 'mmm' sound, and left the room.

Blaine was putting his clothes from the party into his back pack when he heard Kurt's phone vibrate on the desk in front of him. Who's calling at this time of night? he picked up the phone to look. It was a text from Zach. Blaine tucked in his bottom lip and thought about how wrong it would be to read the text without Kurt's permission. There was something different about this guy that Blaine couldn't pin point. Screw it, he thought and opened the text.

Z- Can we keep what happened between us…between us?

Blaine stared down at the words on the screen, trying to decipher them. He began to shake with anger. Kurt was his. What could have happened that made him want to keep it a secret? His mind wondered to various awful scenarios that he didn't want to be true, but couldn't have possibly prepared himself for the truth.

Kurt walked in while Blaine still had the phone in his hand. "What are you doing?" he asked with a smile. His lips relaxed out of the upturn when he saw Blaine's pained face.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

"Huh?"

"What is it that Zach wants you to keep quiet about?"

"Blaine, what are you talking about?" Kurt was confused, but slowly putting the pieces together. How could he have known?

Blaine tossed the phone at Kurt. Then he saw the words. He quickly looked up at Blaine who was clearly holding back choice words and tears.

"Just tell me it isn't what I think," Blaine asked wearily.

Kurt inhaled deeply and his breath caught. "Zach was in the woods… he saw us. He saw everything."

"What else? What does he mean "between us?""

"He wasn't just watching… he was getting off on it… I think. He was staring at me the whole time."

Blaine clenched his teeth and swallowed audibly. His eyes were on fire. "And you didn't… you didn't think to stop me, or say something, or even correct me when I said it was my fault that you felt wrong about what we did?" He was seething.

"I did," he whispered, trying to swallow the rising lump in his throat.

"What?" Blaine asked, unable to hear him.

Kurt couldn't look him in the eyes. His face was angled down and he stared at the floor. "I said I did. I did think about it, and I tried, but nothing came out whenever I did." He remembered Zach's eyes on him and he could feel Blaine's boiling honey ones on him now. "He was with some girl and I saw them after you and I started and when I realized he was watching I tried to shut my eyes, but whenever I opened them, his were still there."

"You knew how I felt about him around you. We argued about it earlier today! And you said nothing. You did nothing. He entered our private life and you let it happen. For Christ sake it only took him a day!"

Kurt's eyes burned from holding back tears. He couldn't hold on anymore. His eyes welled. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I'm so sorry! Please, I didn't know what I was doing. I'm so sorry."

Blaine paused and his body shook, only becoming more angry with every word Kurt said. "You didn't know? I can't do this right now, so you know what you're doing now?" He paused again. "You're watching me leave."

Kurt got in his way. "Wait, please, no, don't. Blaine please! Please don't leave. I'm sorry." He was sobbing. "I'm so freaking sorry. Please don't leave me."

Blaine stood before Kurt, not rushing to hold him or comfort him. His eyes were pointed up so he didn't have to see the mess in front of him. He calmed slightly. "I'm not leaving you. I'm just leaving the house. I'm going back to Dalton and sleeping there. I can't do this right now, Kurt."

Kurt still didn't budge. He tried to touch Blaine, but Blaine only stepped back and said, "not now."

"Kurt, please let me go?" Blaine asked.

"I'm sorry. I love you. Please stay."

"I can't. I need time alone to think."

"Can we talk about this?"

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes and saw his agony. He decided to be honest. "I need to think about this on my own for now."

"Why?"

"Because if I stay, you won't like my answer."

Kurt froze, knowing what he meant. If I make him stay, he'll leave me. I can't lose him. He breathed in and out and, finally, feeling like he had nothing left, he stepped aside. He watched Blaine walk out the door, heard the front door shut, and watched Blaine's car drive off from his window.

He touched his lips with his fingertips. Less than twenty minutes ago, they were up against Blaine's. Now he wondered if that was the last time they ever would be again.