New York

Thursday came and went with Zach only leaving Kurt's side when he had to. Friday arrived and Finn, Puck, Kurt, and Zach found themselves rooming in a two bedroom hotel room together. Puck walked in first and chose the bed directly in front of the television. Kurt put a bag down on the bed next to Puck's and laid down. Zach and Finn looked at each other in a silent conversation over who was going to sleep where.

"Dibs on the couch," Finn finally said.

"I'm not sharing a bed, dude," Puck added before being acknowledged.

"Kurt?" Zach asked.

"I'll share, but I'm not cuddling with you," Kurt answered, trying to be funny in his bland voice.

Zach put his stuff down near the bed and whispered for only the two of them to hear, "Says the person who tried to kiss me the other night." Kurt smirked and turned his head back to looking up at the ceiling. Zach helped Finn pull the bed out from the couch and then laid down next to Kurt.

Kurt looked down at his pants when he heard his phone ringing from his pocket. With the ringtone Teenage Dream, he knew exactly who was calling him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and immediately pressed ignore. Zach turned his head and looked at Kurt, but said nothing.

Finn looked to Kurt and was about to say something when the room was filled with the same ringtone for the second time. Kurt ignored that at once too. "You're not going to talk to him?" Finn asked.

"I have nothing to say."

"Well, he called you; obviously he does have something to say."

"I don't need to hear 'I'm sorry.'"

"Maybe there's a piece of the puzzle that's missing," Zach added.

The only thing Kurt thought of was Thad's remark of how the real video was forty five minutes long. The phone rang one more time. Kurt was angry. Taking Finn and Zach's advice he answered the phone, but in a not so nice voice. "Did you fuck him?" he asked furiously into the speaker.

"Kurt, please let me explain," Blaine begged into the phone, a little startled at the way Kurt's voice struck him upon answering the phone.

"Yes or no? Did you fuck him?" Kurt bit back.

"There's something I need to tell you."

Kurt overlooked the pleading in Blaine's voice as if it were a life and death situation. "Yes or no? I don't care about the rest."

Tell him! Blaine screamed in his head. Spit it out!

Kurt heard Blaine breathing raggedly on the other end.

He doesn't care about the rest… He took a breath and gave up. David was wrong.

"Well?" Kurt heard Blaine exhale.

"Yes." He said it simply, his breath shaking.

There was silence on both ends and then Kurt hung up.

Blaine's house

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat; he was sick of crying. He decided to text David.

B- I called Kurt. It lasted all of three minutes at most.

D- Did you tell him?

B- He didn't want to listen

D- So what! Blaine you're a coward.

D-He doesn't know what he wants because he has no clue what happened. He only sees that you cheated on him, and then tried to cover it up.

B- Maybe it's over, David. Maybe it doesn't matter what I do or say.

B-Maybe it's just over.

D- Don't do that! Don't say that! I get it. You're tired of fighting, tired of losing, but don't give up.

B- Why do you care so much about Kurt and I being together?

D- Because Kurt is my friend too. I don't want two miserable friends who can't get out of their own way to see that you two are perfect for one another.

B- I do see that, but I can't make him see things differently.

D- Give him time. He'll come around.

B- I doubt that, but just to make this argument stop, I'll hope that you're right.

Blaine heard a knock on his door. "Come in!" he called absentmindedly, as if he were in his own dorm room. His bedroom door opened and he remembered why he was at his parents house to begin with. He looked toward the doorway to see his father standing in it. "Dad," he said wide eyed.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Henry stated.

Blaine felt the child like rush to run into his father's arms and he held just to feel like all his problems would go away, but didn't because he still didn't know where they stood. "It's okay. You're a judge, trials run long; lawyers and paperwork and such. I understand."

There was a moment of silence between them and Blaine watched his father step into the room completely and shut the door. When he turned back to Blaine, he only saw a child. He looks so sad, Henry thought. In a an action he hadn't done for Blaine since he was little, he opened his arms up and coddled, "Come here."

Blaine did as he was told instantly, allowing himself to be swept up in his father's arms.

New York

"Are you ever going to talk to him?" Finn asked Kurt after he hung up on Blaine.

"I just did."

"No. I meant: are you ever going to let him speak? Really listen to him?"

"Why are you taking his side? I'm your brother. He's the one who cheated."

"I'm not taking his side. It's just, well, he seems so desperate to say something to you. Do you have any idea what it could be?" Kurt remained silent, scowling at his brother. "I didn't think so. You're so stubborn, Kurt. You're my brother and I love you, but you're only thinking of yourself right now. A relationship takes two people."

"Yeah, and I haven't got one of those anymore, have I? You're forgetting that he entered a third person into our 'it takes two' relationship."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do! Not only did I see it, but he just told me!"

"Kurt," Puck began, inserting himself into the conversation. "I know a lot about cheating. I've often been the cause of it, but here's the thing with cheaters, they usually don't go looking to cheat. They have to be convinced or coerced into it. Judging by the way Blaine was into you, there probably really is a damn good reason."

Kurt looked over to Zach, who was sitting with his back against the headboard. Zach decided to stay quiet because he wasn't going to say anything different than what Puck and Finn already said. "Can we just not talk about it the rest of the weekend? I'd really like for this not to ruin New York City for me. I feel like I should be concentrating on Nationals and not my broken relationship."

"Fair enough," said Puck.

"Finn?" asked Kurt

"Got it. We're not mentioning Blaine until Monday."

Blaine's house

Blaine sat on his bed while Henry sat in a chair across from him, their knees just barely apart from each other. They'd been talking for almost an hour. Their time was mostly spent discussing Dalton and how it changed Blaine's life.

"I'm glad it's had a positive effect on your, but I have to come clean, Blaine, and tell you that I got a call last night from your school." Blaine froze, he knew what the call was about. "I was told you tested positive for Ecstasy and that you didn't take it willingly; some kid drugged a group of you without your knowledge?"

Blaine's eyes down. Here's what he didn't want to discuss. Anything that gave his father an excuse to think that he wasn't in control on himself, that he wasn't strong like a man should be.

"Blaine, is that true?"

"Yes."

"This happened one week ago today?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you feel fine now?"

Blaine assumed his father was referring to how he felt physically. "Yes."

"Then why do you look like you've died?"

It took everything Blaine had not to burst into tears at that moment. He hadn't given his father enough credit. He's right, Blaine thought. His eyes welled, but didn't spout tears. His breath became shaky. "I messed up, Dad." Blaine sniffled. "I messed up so bad."

"I take it that this is about the Hummel kid." He sniffled again, turned his eyes down, and nodded his head. Henry sighed. He'd never discussed boys with Blaine before. He'd never been open to discussing it before now. "What happened?"

"I… I cheated on Kurt then broke up with him to hide it."

"You're seventeen, Blaine. What did you do, hold some other guy's hand?"

Blaine gulped. He knew he had to make a decision. Should I tell my father that I slept with a boy who's family belongs to their country club? "I," he said shakily. "The same night that I was drugged, while I was high, I had a bad trip and…" he took a deep breath. He could easily feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead and the back of his neck. "…that guy I told you I punched the last time I was here…" Another deep breath. "I slept with him."

Henry leaned back and waited a beat before talking, hoping that he heard wrong. "You mean, you fell asleep next to each other?"

"No. I slept alone." Henry pursed his lips, tightening them. "I had sex with another guy." Blaine saw that his father was fidgeting.

Henry leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and covered his face with his hands, then leaned back again, blowing out his breath slowly. His face was flushed. "Hoh." Another breath. "Okay." He began blinking his eyes quickly. "Okay. Um." Henry kept repeating 'okay.' Blaine gave him time to adjust to the knowledge that his gay son, whom he is now giving a chance at a relationship, is having sex.

"Have you-uh- had," Henry closed his eyes, "sex with a lot of guys?"

"No!" Blaine answered quickly. "This is actually a new development. Kurt was my first and that wasn't until a few weeks ago. James was my second, though I wish that never happened."

"And you're being, you know… safe?"

Blaine decided to not mention his lack of safety with James. "Of course. Every time."

"Okay." Henry had progressed to nodding his head and being able to sit somewhat relaxed. "So, you slept with this James kid and tried to hide it from Kurt?" he asked trying to make the story continue.

"Something like that."

"That's an awful way to hide something."

"It's complicated."

"Is it a gay thing that I wouldn't understand?"

Blaine laughed because he saw his dad's expression and realized that he was serious. "Ah, no. It's not. It actually has nothing to do with being gay. It's just complicated, but I should have just told Kurt. He would have left me anyway, but- I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn't thinking."

"I know we've been over this before when you first came out, but how do you know you're gay? And don't take that the wrong way because this time I'm actually curious."

Blaine really thought. "When I was little and the boys started looking at girls, I was still looking at the boys. I've never really been all that feminine, but when I did start looking at the girls, it wasn't because I was wondering what they looked like under their clothes; it was because I was wondering if they had the same taste in guys that I did."

"Are you attracted to every guy?"

"Are you attracted to every woman?"

"Hell no."

"It's the same for me. I'm not even attracted to every gay guy. I do have a type."

"Is Kurt your type?"

Blaine turned his eyes down again, his mood changing back to somber. "Yes."

"What do you see when you look at him?"

Blaine thought back to the first time he saw him on the staircase in Dalton. He smiled closed mouthed and looked off to the side. "He's beautiful," Blaine said dreamily. He kept talking about Kurt as if the past week never happened becoming more and more animated as he went along. "It's like, in those old movies when two people looked at each other and the rest of the world blurred so that they'd only see each other; that's what happens when I see Kurt. I-I love him, Dad."

"It seems like you've gotten yourself in quite the situation."

"I want him back. I don't know what to do. David is telling me not to give up, but Kurt won't talk to me- he won't even talk to me! I know I messed up and if he takes me back I don't want him to think that he's telling me that what I did was okay because it wasn't."

"I'm sorry, kid. I don't know what to tell you. I can't tell you how to fix this, but if you want him, you'll find a way. And if he loves you as much as you love him, he'll come around."

"That's what David keeps saying."

Henry stood up, satisfied with the night's conversation. "Maybe you should listen to him." He put his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "If it were meant to happen it will."

"Thanks."

"We'll talk more tomorrow. Why don't you get some rest. It's late."