“Sebastian, stop.” Kurt breathed harshly, trying to thrash under the weight of Sebastian’s body.

Sebastian clamped his mouth over Kurt’s, trying to pull his own pants down his legs. “Shut the fuck up, Kurt.” And then Kurt whined, tears forming in his eyes. Sebastian was just waiting for the drugs to kick in so Kurt would pass out, and then he could just get on with it.

“Please…” He sighed, a sudden drowsiness washing over him. Panic settled in Kurt’s senses when he realized he was drugged. “Oh my god!” he screeched, realizing that he was about to raped. “I’m calling 9-1-1!” he finished as he closed his eyes, teetering on the edge of conscious.

“Fucking finally.” Sebastian whispered, turning Kurt onto his back. Kurt was still slightly awake, he just completely lost all sense of motion in his body. He was truly scared for once in his life, he felt dirty. He felt betrayed, sick, and disgusted all at the same time. Kurt wanted to vomit, but he knew that he couldn’t do it with the sheer power of will. When Kurt felt his boxers slide down his legs, he immediately passed out. Kurt knew he was bound to have nightmares, one of being raped by this horrifying monster.

Sebastian didn’t even bother warming Kurt’s limp body up for the intrusion of his cock, he simply slid the condom on himself and plunged inside of Kurt’s hole. It wasn’t as great if Kurt was awake, but it still felt amazing. Grunting as he thrusted for a solid couple of minutes, he finally comed inside of the silent, sleeping boy. He took off the condom and tossed it on the floor, changing into a spare change of pajamas laying in Kurt’s armoire.

He cuddled up to the sleeping figure, making sure they were both half naked, and attempted to cling to Kurt’s waist. Kurt wouldn’t be awake for a good 12 hours, so he had plenty of time to fake the sex in the morning. Plan a-go. Sebastian thought, and fell into a deep sleep.

Blaine ran his fingers over the soft, velvety box resting in his coat pocket. He was anxious beyond anything he’s ever felt before. He was going to sneak into their apartment, make a delicious breakfast for Kurt, and then walk into his room to serenade him awake. Then after he did, he was going to get down on one knee and profess his love to him, then show him his ring of promises for an exceptional future. Then the both of them would share a delicious breakfast, sharing giddy smiles and soft, lazy kisses. He twisted his key in the lock on the apartment door, and pushed it open quietly. If he woke Kurt up now, his plan would be completely spoiled. Silently taking off his coat, he pushed his engagement box into his jeans back pocket.  Waltzing his way off into the kitchen as calmly as possible, attempting to hide his excitement, he gathered the materials he’d need to make omelets and blueberry pancakes.

As he was pouring the dusted sugar onto the stack of pancakes for Kurt, he placed them in the microwave to contain the heat. Blaine poured two glasses of orange juice, grabbing a bottle of wine and two champagne glasses as well. He ran into the living room to grab his guitar, tuning it silently before strapping it around his shoulder. He heard a click from the bathroom door, so Blaine instantly ran to hide behind the couch. Sitting down on his knees, he peered around the corner to see if Kurt was still awake.

But what he saw, was definitely not Kurt. In fact, it was a half-naked man that looked curiously familiar.  A sudden rush of rage flooded Blaine’s body, and he tossed his guitar onto the couch and ran furiously into the bedroom. Pushing open the door rapidly, he glanced at the bed that was resting in the middle of the room.

His heart stopped when he saw Kurt huddling around a sleeping man, both of their clothes tossed onto the floor.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Blaine shouted, screaming loudly as he slammed the door shut, trapping both of the guilty men in the room.

Kurt lay in the bed unphased, still dead asleep. The man next to him though, leaped out of bed in an attempt to put on the “Deer-In-The-Headlights” look.

“Who are you?” The man questioned, squinting at the intrusion of light to look at Blaine.

“I’m his fucking b-boyfriend…” Blaine’s voice cracked as he quivered in hurt. “Ex-boyfriend, now.” He corrected, tears stinging his eyes.

“He told me he was single!” Sebastian acted, sighing heavily as he stared at Blaine in the doorway. Perfect. Sebastian thought, trying to grab his clothes quickly.

“Yeah, well he is now.” Blaine said, walking over the bed and gathering up Kurt’s discarded clothes, then tossing them on his exposed back. “Wake the fuck up, you scum!” Blaine shouted through tears, not bothering to turn around and watch the man leave.

Kurt still didn’t move, and Blaine was getting frustrated. “How can you go and cheat on me and not even bother to wake up and admit it!” Blaine shouted, pushing Kurt’s body gently back and forth on the bed.

Kurt finally stirred, just to roll off the bed entirely. A loud thump echoed through the room as Kurt’s body slammed onto the carpet, his arm grazing the table and gaining a tiny cut in return.

“Fuck, Kurt, would you please just wake up?” He rushed over to his body on the floor, patting Kurt’s cheeks softly.

Oh my god what if he’s dead? Blaine questioned, panic arising in his stomach. He shouldn’t even fucking care though. Blaine was about to propose to him today, and here Kurt was sleeping with another man. The man who KURT agreed to go out with the following night. God knows who else he’d been cheating on Blaine with, the damage was done. Blaine was ready to grab his stuff and leave, not wanting to ever return.

“Blaine? Blaine!” Kurt shouted, rushing through the hallway and stumbling on his feet. A sharp pain shot up his body, especially in his lower area region.

“What the fuck do you want, Kurt? Can’t you see you’ve done enough damage already!” Blaine shouted, absolutely detested in the fact of even looking at him.

“No, Blaine, I- I didn’t, I didn’t.. I didn’t do it, I swear!” Kurt stuttered out, crying in emotional spurts of tears.

“Are you kidding me? Then who did? Your fucking evil twin?” Blaine laughed bitterly, grabbing his guitar and walking into the closet to grab his spare clothes he left here.

“No, Blaine, listen. Please just listen!” Kurt shouted, wiping at his eyes furiously, trying to snatch Blaine’s arm to pull him back.

“Don’t touch me. I don’t want whatever that scumbag gave you,” Blaine snarled cruelly, walking towards the door.

“Blaine Anderson, please just take five minutes to fucking listen to me! And then you can go on your merrily little way and leave me! But please just listen to me when I say I didn’t sleep with him!” Kurt screamed, throwing the nearest lamp to the floor and watching it explode into tiny little pieces. Kurt was angry. He was hurt again, disgusting in the feeling that he was just raped and being accused of cheating on his boyfriend.

Blaine let himself be pulled by Kurt’s arm, sitting down on the couch across from him. But Blaine couldn’t even bear to make eye contact, the painful sting of tears drenched his hazel eyes, and if he so much as took a glance at Kurt’s body they might flood out.

“I did not sleep with him, Blaine. We went to the club, had a few drinks, danced, and that was it. I-I think he put something in my drink, because to be honest I can’t even remember how we got here. I remember him going back to the bar to get me something else to drink, and me texting you goodnight.” Kurt finished, tapping his eyes with a tissue to get rid of the impending tears.

“Ah-huh. And you expect me to believe that, Kurt? Do you think I’m stupid or something?” Blaine shouted, looking at Kurt in the eyes for the first time since he woke up. Blaine could see the pain radiating from Kurt’s irises, the red-rimmed eyeballs look hurt and scared, and Blaine couldn’t help but begin to believe him.

“Please, Blaine…please. I didn’t sleep with Sebastian, I’d never in a million years cheat on you! You know that, Blaine, you know that. I can prove it! You can ask any of the bartenders there, he got the drinks last night. Anything, please, just.. please don’t leave me!” Kurt pleaded, trying to grab Blaine’s hand. He missed the touch of Blaine’s skin, he needed him.

Blaine sighed, then ran his fingers through his gel-free curls and they sprang right back up again. “I don’t know what to believe, Kurt. If he r-raped you, then why aren’t you calling the police?”

“I will, I’ll call the police, I’ll do anything. Please, Blaine! I honestly swear to God I didn’t do anything wrong…” Kurt teared up again.

“You don’t believe in God.” Blaine spit at him, covering his face with the palms of his hands. Blaine, out of everyone else, was confused and damaged. The trust may never be rebuilt in their relationship again, if that really happened. Kurt wouldn’t want to engage in sexual activity for a while, and neither would Blaine, so that would definitely take a toll on their relationship. There would be so many gaps they would never be able to fill, because of the pain they experienced this morning. The damage could be permanently etched in stone, unable to be repaired. “I don’t know what to say, Kurt. The only thing I think I should be doing is leaving…” Blaine admitted, standing up to gather his things.

“Please don’t leave me, I love you so fucking much!” Kurt cried again, clutching the pillow on the couch next to him. “Blaine, look at me,” Blaine turned around quickly, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. “I bought you an engagement ring, Blaine. Why the hell would I go and buy you an engagement ring if I was going to cheat on you? Explain that. Obviously if I just spent $900 dollars on a promise to the love of my life, I clearly wouldn’t want to lose him.” Kurt laughed bitterly, picking up the small, black box that was resting inside of the coffee table.

“I didn’t say I was leaving you, just leaving.” Blaine finished, unable to even form coherent thoughts right now. Blaine needed to get his head together and think deeply. He needed to think about what he wanted, if he trusted Kurt, and what he needed to do about the situation.

“I’ll call you in a few days,” Blaine whispered, clutching the door handle tightly. “I made you breakfast, it’s in the microwave…” He finished again then opened the door quickly.

“I love you!” Kurt said in goodbye, and Blaine didn’t even bother with a reply. Blaine knew for a fact he loved Kurt, but he couldn’t even be sure if Kurt felt the same about him anymore. He needed to sit down and carefully evaluate the situation. How it all sprang upon him in the worst possible time, so random and so sudden, so unfortunate. But it was better to find out Kurt was a cheater now, then 20 years down the line after being “happily” married. But Blaine would also have to jump into Kurt’s perspective. If Sebastian really took advantage of him, Kurt would be emotionally and physically scarred. But Blaine also craved a distraction, so he went to the empty theater Blaine knew so well. In just a few weeks, Blaine would be up here every single night, singing and acting his heart out to hundreds of people. In fact, Blaine even saved Kurt a few tickets for the first couple of shows, hoping to have Kurt be his anchor.

Blaine opened his mouth, and screamed the first song that came to his frustrated mind:

“Well I thought that we could sit around and, talk for hours.
About things I couldn't say to you.
And things that we could never do and,
This conversation has had no face.
When the words take days you can re-write and erase anything…

You know my heart, (so tell me honestly did you ever really want this)
Knows all these,

And I'll borrow words from all my favorite paragraphs,
To write about all of these faded things,
We hope would mean the most to me.
And,
Each letter sent I have found a new page of hope for the days when I feel like I've lost
Everything

You know my heart (so tell me honestly did you ever really want this)
Knows all these lines (cause my jealous heart can't take that)
So I'll sing this song for everyone that’s come out lost

Blaine sighed heavily, taking a large inhale of breath as he started to scream the next lyrics.

But, I'll be okay, (Is that what you want me to say)
It's called breakup,
‘Cause it's broken.
Yeah, and I'll be okay. (is that what you want me to say)
It's called breakup,
‘Cause it's broken.

I'll be okay!
Is that what you want me to say?
It's called breakup
‘Cause it's broken!

I'll be okay, is that what you want me to say?!
‘Cause it's broken!
And well, try so bad to tell me that you,
Make it that you're sorry and the
Lines we said
Never meant the words we meant
Cause it's broken
Every kiss that you could ever mean
The everything that takes you back
The chocolate, rose, the kisses
That like chasing through your misses

I'll be ok
Is that what you want me to say
It's called Breakup
Cause it's broken..

Well I thought that we could sit around and, talk for hours
About things I couldn't say to you
And things that we could never do….”

Blaine finished, wiping the tears that were rapidly pouring down his cheeks, falling down to the bottom of the stage. He sat in the fetal position, curled up into a ball and let the onslaught of tears wash down his cheeks. Blaine had never felt so heartbroken, troubled, and lost in his entire life.

In all honesty, Blaine Anderson had absolutely no clue what to do with his soul right now.

On the other side of town, Kurt Hummel was even more of a train wreck than Blaine was. Kurt slouched down off the couch onto the floor, screaming loudly as he cried in unison.

“Why w-w-on’t Blaine believe me!?” he screamed, grabbing random things that were in his near vicinity and tossing them at the closest wall. Kurt knew one thing for sure, that he hated Sebastian Smythe with a burning passion.

 He would not let him get off easy, he grabbed his cell phone and pressed in the number of the nearest police station with shaking thumbs, pulling the phone to his ear and waiting for the phone to be picked up.

“Station 901 New York City, how can I assist you?” A gruff man on the other line answered, waiting for a response.

“I-I was r-raped...” Kurt whispered, clenching his eyes tightly as he waited for the response, a silent whine pushed out of his dry throat as more tears rushed out of his eyes.

“We’ll be there shortly.” The man said, his tone softening lightly.

"Thank you..." Kurt murmured, hanging up the phone and curling into a tighter ball than he already was, humming quietly to himself in emotional pain.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered in hope as he fell back into a deep sleep, a tangle of limbs scattered across the floor and he passed out onto the scratchy carpet.