“Remember when we went to Scandals?”

The last thing Blaine wanted to remember was the night they went to Scandals. They were packing to go home for the holidays. Why was Kurt bringing this up?

“Yeah, why,” he asks as nonchalantly as he can.

“We should go back once we get home,” Kurt says, excitement evident in his voice.

Blaine doesn’t like that tone. That tone only means trouble.

Once they’re back in Lima and at the Hudson-Hummel household, Kurt announces that he’s going to take a shower and get ready for their night out. Blaine had reluctantly agreed that they would go to Scandals that night after much persuasion on Kurt’s part – persuasion in the form of a blow job in the airplane bathroom. Burt and Blaine haul the last of the luggage up to Kurt’s old room. As Burt makes to go back downstairs, he turns to Blaine and gives him the old ‘The door stays open. No funny business under my roof. Don’t forget that I got a shotgun, kid,’ with a smile and a firm pat on the back.

As Blaine begins to unpack their things, a familiar pair of arms wrap around his waist as an equally familiar pair of lips found that spot right behind his ear.

“Mm, as good as that feels, you dad reminded me about the shotgun. So none of that, mister,” Blaine says as he pries Kurt’s arms from around his waist. Kurt pouts a little then, but doesn’t argue, and begins to get ready.

Blaine had forgotten just how much he actually hated Scandals the first time around. Maybe it had something to do with his blood/alcohol level. Who knows? But coming back now, he was reminded of how much of a dive this place was. He linked his arm through Kurt’s as they entered the bar and showed their ID’s to an oddly familiar face. As they went to make past the man, he caught Blaine’s wrist and stopped him.

“Blaine? Blaine Anderson? Is that you?”

Blaine peered at the man in the dimly lighted bar. If he squinted his eyes just right, he could’ve sworn that was –

“Sebastian Smythe?”

Blaine looked up in surprise as Kurt was the one to recognize him first.

Sebastian smiled his award-winning smile, “The one and only. What brings you boys, erm…men, back to Lima?”

“Back on holiday,” Blaine said with a forced grin.

Sebastian couldn’t tear his gaze away from Kurt long enough to give Blaine the time of day.

“My, my, my. Look who finally grew into his gay face,” he quipped as he looked at Kurt like he was a piece of meat.

“Still repulsive, I see,” Kurt snapped back.

It was gonna be a long night.

Kurt was curled up on his bed, knees tucked up under his chin with quiet sobs escaping his mouth every so often, when there was a light knock on his door. He got up so quickly that he got light-headed, but it didn’t faze him as he all but ripped the door off its hinges. Blaine was standing there, his hands shoved deep into his pockets with a blank expression.

“Hi,” Kurt squeaked out.

Blaine brushed past him, and sat down at the foot of his bed.

“What going on?” Blaine asked in a much too chipper tone. Kurt gapped at him, stuck to his spot at the door.

“Are you serious? You basically break up with me without so much as an excuse, and you’re asking what’s going on?” Kurt had never been more hurt and infuriated in his life.

Blaine let out a long sigh. “Remember when we went home this past Christmas?” Kurt couldn’t find his voice, so he nodded in response. “Okay, well, Sebastian told me what happened that night – “Blaine continued speaking, but Kurt couldn’t hear him over his heartbeat in his ears and an incredibly loud wooshing sound.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, sweetheart?” Blaine asked as Kurt downed his 4th shot.

“Oh please, Blaine. You drank far more than this the last time we were here, remember?”

Blaine rolled his eyes at that. He turned his back to Kurt for a second to ask the bartender for a cup of coffee, and when he turned back around, Kurt was on his feet.

“Ugh. I have to go to the bathroom. Don’t you move you’re cute little butt. I’ll be right back,” Kurt said with a wink.

Once he had finished his business, he made his way out of the stall, and went to wash his hands. As he was fixing his hair in the mirror, someone entered the restroom.

Shaking his head and sighing, Sebastian said with a smile, “You and your damn hair. What do you do when it gets messed up when you and Blaine fuck?”

Kurt turned around ready to give him a piece of his mind, but was pushed back against the sinks as Sebastian kissed him.

With his mind in a fog of vodka, Kurt couldn’t register what to do next fast enough. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Sebastian lowering to his knees as he pushed down Kurt’s impossibly tight pants.

Kurt woke up the next morning with the worst hangover of his life. He made to roll over and felt a throbbing pain in his backside. He groaned and continued to roll over, tucking an arm around Blaine’s waist and pulling him close. That’s when he noticed that he and Blaine were fully clothed. Whenever they fooled around, they slept in the nude. That could only mean one thing…

“Kurt?” Blaine snapped his finger in front of Kurt’s glazed over eyes. As Kurt came back to reality, he realized he was sitting on the floor next to Blaine, and they were both crying. His eyes came into focus on Blaine’s destroyed expression, and that only made him cry harder. Blaine looked down at his lap, his voice laced with anguish, “Why would you keep something like that from me? I thought we were always honest with each other, Kurt.”

Kurt took a minute to try to catch his breath, but it never came. “I didn’t – I – I don’t remember what happened that night, Blaine. The last thing I remember is him walking into the bathroom, I swear. He – he took advantage of me. And then, I woke up the next morning with a hangover. A-and I could feel the pain, but I was – I was so afraid to tell you, Blaine. What would you have done? I couldn’t – I can’t lose you, Blaine. You’re my entire world. It didn’t mean anything. I don’t even remember it. Please, baby. You have to believe me.”

Blaine was quiet for a long time. The only sounds filling the room were Kurt’s sobs. Just as he was about to start pleading more, he felt a strong pair of arms come around he shoulders, and he immediately melted into Blaine’s touch. He kissed the top of Kurt’s head and whispered, “I just – I can’t do this right now, Kurt. I need some time.” And with that, he stood and left.