Beyoncé was singing loudly on the nightstand and Blaine woke up in panic. He fumbled around, afraid it would wake up Kurt wrapped around him, but he felt ice fill him when he saw the display.

Sebastian was grinning at him with morning hair and the picture that once seemed so comforting and safe suddenly made all of his insides squirm around themselves.

He had to answer it. He hadn't paid attention to his phone during his night out with Kurt, and he realized that he had to have a bunch of texts and possibly unanswered calls from Sebastian and it wasn't fair to him. He had to answer it to calm his mind.

"Hey gorgeous," Sebastian's voice sounded and he prepared himself to go kill himself with a plastic spoon as soon as he got out of bed.

"Hey. What's up?" He replied and wanted to kick himself. That was definitely not the way to go if he wanted to avoid Sebastian thinking something was up.

How am I ever going to get through this call with Kurt lying there?

"I just wanted to check if you are alright. I didn't hear from you last night. At all. So I got worried. Are you okay, babe?" Sebastian asked, concern oozing through his voice.

"Yeah. I'm… fine. I just had a headache last night, so I went to bed early. No big deal," Blaine assured him weakly, but self-loathing was coating his tongue from the lie.

"Oh. Are you better now? I hate when you're feeling bad, babe."

Gosh, just kill me now!

"Also - I missed your voice. I miss it when you sing. You haven't sung around me in a really long time. Will you sing to me soon?" He asked and Blaine started to consider if he should go to the bathroom to finish the conversation, but he had no idea how he should twist himself out of Kurt's arms without waking him up.

"Sure. We could… I could… yeah," he stammered and realized Kurt was tightening around him. The entire situation was a perfect, painful metaphor for his life and how much he didn't know how to twist himself out of this distorted chaos he had created for himself.

"Mhm, sounds good. I'll be back around 9.30 tomorrow night, so I was hoping that maybe you would come sleep at my place so we can catch up on what we've missed? I miss you so much."

"Stop pressuring me, okay? I can't do this! Just… this is too much," Blaine whined and didn't know how he had let himself down enough to lose his head like that.

He pushed Kurt away as gently as he possibly could and jumped to his feet, headed for the bathroom while doing his best to wrap the bedspread around him on the way.

"Baby, what's going on?" Kurt groaned dissatisfied and sat up, going pale as he realized Blaine was on the phone.

Blaine stared at him and watched stress fill his face, with Sebastian filling his ear with booming, shocked silence.

"Blaine, what is - what the hell is wrong with you? You've been acting so freaking weird lately. Whatever it is that's going on you need to tell me so we can fix this. I'm so sick of you always pushing me away!" Sebastian snapped into the phone.

Guilt piled up inside of him. Two years of burning, acidy, painful, bitter guilt. For all of the shit he had put Sebastian through. He wanted to yell at him to back off and stay out of it, tell him that it didn't concern him, but he knew that he had absolutely no right to do that.

"All I do is love you, and flip the world upside down to make you want me too - I would do anything for you, but the more I try the more you push me away. Baby, please. Let me love you." His voice had transformed from shocked and outraged to begging and pleading in the most painful way.

"I'm sorry. I just - it's just a bad couple of days for me. Can we talk about it when you get back?" Blaine said and wanted to vomit all over himself for only lying even more.

Great. That way he thinks we're going to talk about this to save us, when in reality I'm going there to tell him we never stood a chance in the first place.

"I just want to hear you say that you love me," Sebastian said silently into the phone, the need and pleading filling his voice and Blaine wasn't sure whether he should cry or scratch his eyes out.

"I -"

I can't say it. Not when it's not true. Besides, I'm going to break his heart in a few days.

"I'm not working until Tuesday evening, so I can come to your place around noon," he said, knowing that it was the worst averse strategy in the history of love-battles.

Sebastian turned silent. Not even his breathing was audible and Blaine started to wonder if he had simply put down his phone and walked away. He couldn't breath and he wanted to ask Sebastian to say something - but that would take him to be able to get a word out.

"See you Tuesday then. But don't think… Blaine, this doesn't work out. We need to discuss this. I - you're breaking my heart."

Don't say that. If only you knew what is waiting for you when you come back.

"Sebastian. I am so sorry. Please don't hate me." Blaine cried into the phone.

"I don't hate you, baby - I just wish that you would talk to me. I love you," Sebastian said softly, assuringly - and he hung up.

Blaine was sitting on the toilet with the blanket draped around himself and the phone glued between his face and palm like it had been a bomb ready to go off the second he moved the tiniest bit.

Tears were streaming down his face and he wished that they weren't because he didn't have a right to be upset. He was the cheater, he was the bad boyfriend, he was the heartbreaker - he was the one who had irrationally flipped out on the guy who loved him and just wanted to spend time with him after having been away from him for a week.

"Blaine, I thought I heard - holy darling," Kurt said and nearly tripped over his own feet as he dropped to his knees in front of Blaine. He had wrapped himself in a sheet and for some reason his hair managed to look just as perfect as it had done the night before, only a few locks escaping here and there.

Blaine hurried to hide his face in his hands. He couldn't have Kurt seeing him like that. How could he sit there crying to Kurt over a conversation he had just had with his boyfriend?

"What happened, sweetie?" Kurt asked and stroke a hand over Blaine's hair.

His phone vibrated where it had fallen to the floor and a text showed on the display. From Sebastian.

"I'm sorry. I just love you so much. I want us to be okay."

Blaine kicked it with a forced that made it crash directly into the wall and Kurt stared at him in horror.

He stood up with a hand tightly holding the knot of the sheet around him. He stared down on Blaine, he could feel it, but he was afraid to look - afraid to see what would meet him. What Kurt could be thinking, feeling.

Kurt forced Blaine's hand away from his face so he could fold it in his own. He kept looking down on him, waiting perhaps.

"Come on. Let's go back to bed and then you'll tell me what happened." Kurt dragged a little in Blaine's hand before he finally got himself to stand up and followed him back to his room where Kurt made him lie down and pulled the covers up to hide their faces.

"Now tell me what's wrong. Not as your boyfriend, but as your friend - someone who loves you very much and hate to see you upset," Kurt invited softly and started running his fingertips soothingly over his hand.

Blaine brushed his tears away and looked down in the sheets. It was so awkward and straight up dumb for this to even happen.

"It was just… he kept saying that he loved me, and then he asked me to come over tomorrow night and was like - starting to be all… Sebastian-like. I just lost it. I can't do this anymore, Kurt. I feel so terrible. Then he said that I was breaking his heart with the way I've been acting lately. I just feel so guilty all the time."

He sniffed and his voice was tipping at the edge of breaking over. His throat was rasp and ice was filling every cell of his body. Pain washed over Kurt's face and he felt like dying - not him too.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to go through that. But at least it's only two more days and he will know. Just - I'll help you take your mind off things so you can endure," Kurt crooned and let his thumb twist around Blaine's.

In that moment it occurred to Blaine that even though it pained Kurt deeply to listen to him talk about Sebastian that way, what hurt him the most was that Blaine was hurting over it. He didn't judge him, get jealous or mad that Blaine had talked to Sebastian while he was lying naked in his bed - he just wanted to do whatever he could to help him not hurting.

"How do you feel about showering and then we can go raid the closest video store to find a bunch of movies we can watch while I cover you in kisses?" Kurt smiled and his fingertips took a trip down Blaine's cheekbone over his jaw line.

"That sounds really great," Blaine agreed in a thick voice.

"Not really something I usually do with just friends, but considering it's you I am willing to make an exception," he teased and mushed his lips against Kurt's neck, doing his best to push away the unease running through his body.

"Good. Cause I don't wanna share you with anyone," Kurt chuckled and nudged him lightly in the ribs.

xXx

When they entered the kitchen Tina was sitting by the table with dozy eyes, drinking coffee while flipping through a newspaper in front of her. She looked up at them and Blaine could feel that she was uncomfortable about the situation.

Blaine got coffee for both of them and started preparing their breakfast while Kurt sat down at the table, very clearly uncertain how to tackle the sudden encounter.

"Goodmorning, eh - Tina," he tried awkwardly and Blaine couldn't help feel blessed that Kurt honestly wanted to make conversation with Tina.

His best friend and his boyfriend. Or lover. Did Tina consider Kurt to be 'the other man' to Blaine? He realized that he didn't even know if Mike had told her what he and Blaine had talked about the previous day and he worried that it might have something to say in her way to react to Kurt having spent the night in his room.

"Morning, Kurt" she replied and looked briefly up from her paper with an expression that mostly said that she felt like a fly caught in a web.

Blaine opened the window to let the sun fill the tiny kitchen before he sat down next to Kurt presenting him with toast, cheese and jam.

"I was thinking - are you guys going to stay here all day?" Tina asked and took in a huge spoonful of cereal while staring awaiting at Blaine who was struggling to avoid choking on his toast from the question.

"We uhm - we talked about going to the video store to see if we could find something and then like - just have a lazy day in," Blaine explained carefully. He didn't have the slightest clue as to where Tina was going with her question.

She kept chewing while reading some article about something Blaine didn't care for, relaxed as if she believed she was alone, not caring that Blaine needed to know why she had asked him that.

"That sounds cozy. It was actually because I… Mike is out all day, so I was thinking maybe we could do something together? Movies sounds cool to me, I just… I figured that if Kurt is going to be a new, permanent, big part of your life I should get to know him. If you want?" She let her attention flicker between both of them. She was nervous about the suggestion, like she was afraid that it wouldn't be okay for her to ask that - like she thought Blaine didn't want these two parts of his life to overlap.

Blaine was baffled. He had been so sure that she was only sitting back, waiting for Kurt to turn around and hurt him again. Bu if that was the case she wouldn't have asked to spend time with them - would she?

"I would love to get to know you, Tina. Again. Or what to actually call it," Kurt said and squeezed her hand on the table between them. She looked a bit surprised by him touching her like that but she smiled back at him and the whole thing made Blaine's heart pop.

They took turns on showering. When they were clean and dressed Tina went with them to the video store where they found a nice mix of musicals and movies they had watched in Silverlake while all three of hem had been living there.

When they returned to the apartment it was awkward. They all sat on the couch, Kurt in the middle. Blaine was craving to pull him close to feel him in his arms, but he didn't know if it would be okay with Tina. One step at a time.

This must be how teenagers feel when they introduce their boyfriend to their parents.

He kept sneaking glances in Kurt's direction. His hand was casually resting in his lap, his legs were crossed, his jeans tight over his thigh to show how muscular he was, and his perfect hair, the short-sleeved shirt that would let Blaine feel his soft skin on his palm if he could reach out and touch him – all of it felt like it was a heatwave crying for Blaine to pay attention.

The first movie ended. With the end came the credits and awkward silence filling the living room. Tina got up to get tea for all of them and Blaine was afraid to look to Kurt's side. He just wanted him close, but what if Kurt didn't think that would be appropriate?

He didn't get to think further though, because Kurt turned around to separate Blaine's legs with his knees to his chest so he could move between them on his knees to place a strong kiss on lips. It was like fueling an engine; he grabbed around Kurt and pulled him into his arms, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

"I missed you. You were sitting way too far away from me," Kurt mumbled against his cheek as he fumbled around with a fold in the sleeve of Blaine's shirt. Blaine grinned, chuckled, and his head felt light. That was exactly how he had been feeling.

Tina came back. She simply put the tray of teacups on the table in front of them with a smile covering her face. She sat back down at the other end of the couch and returned to her original position with her feet dragged under her on the sofa, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world to have Blaine sitting there with his arms locked safely around Kurt.

The shocking part was that it actually was natural. Blaine had never been like that with Sebastian - whenever they had been together as two couples Blaine would have let it stay at holding hands, maybe a peck or two and maybe letting Sebastian hold his hand on his thigh under the table - but anything else would have been too much, and Sebastian had respected that.

With Kurt he didn't feel that way. He felt like he didn't care about anything or anyone - he just wanted Kurt to be close to him all the time. Like the way Tina and Mike never cared; they held each other during movie nights, kissed in front of people, danced close together when they were out and didn't mind being the ultimate couple. This was how Blaine felt about Kurt; he wanted all the couple-things with him.

To both Blaine and Tina's surprise Kurt asked Tina how life had been for her since he moved away. This resulted in a laughing conversation filled with childhood memories from they all lived at Silverlake, and eventually Tina and Blaine started telling stories from their time growing up together, the life after Kurt.

By the end of the afternoon Blaine was happier than he could have imagined. His best friend and his boyfriend was talking and laughing together, seeming like they could go on forever. All he ever wanted.

"I love you," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear as he strengthened his grip around his torso. He could feel a grin covering Kurt's face and Blaine's insides chilled.

This has to be what life is all about. This precise moment has got to be the meaning of life. How could it be anything else? Blaine thought and drew an internal sigh, trying to grasp that this was actually happening.

Kurt let his fingers fall into place with Blaine's and rested his head against his arm while he continued his conversation with Tina about her relationship with Mike. She told him how they had met in high school, danced together and one day she asked him out.

As if he had heard the mention of his name Mike walked in the door. He stopped when the scenario that met him hit him right in the face. He looked shocked from Blaine and Kurt entangled in each other to Tina grinning up at him.

It felt like Kurt was shrinking in Blaine's arms. He buried his face against his tricep and took a firmer grip on his arm around his chest. Blaine opened his mouth to say something but he was completely, utterly blank.

Mike stomped his way through the living room, to his and Tina's bedroom where he slammed the door hard. She jumped to her feet and rushed after with a silent "I'm sorry" aimed at Kurt.

"I am so sorry. I never wanted to come between you and your friends," Kurt whispered apologetically into Blaine's arm.

"What? No. Don't even think about it. He just needs to… adjust to the thought of me not being with Sebastian anymore. He'll be alright soon," Blaine crooned into Kurt's hair, his thumb brushing soothingly up Kurt's ribs.

"I love you too," Kurt smiled as he turned his head to look at Blaine with an insecure smile. He rested his forehead against his bicep and kissed the opening to his armpit gently.

Tina returned with a dark gloom on her face. Mike refused to be in the same room as Kurt and Blaine like that for as long as Blaine was still with Sebastian. She assured them that he just needed to cool off and that there was no reason for them to do anything out of the ordinary because he was upset.

"He just needs to accept that this is how things are now," she shrugged and emptied her cup. That was it. Tina had spoken.

They returned to watch a movie in silence and after some time the pressured tension lifted itself off the room and they ended in a roar of laughter from a memory of how Kurt had outsmarted a group of older boys who was trying to convince him to kiss Blaine in front of everyone when they had only been 5 years old. Two of the older boys had ended up being the ones to kiss with red faces and a huge group of orphaned kids laughing at them.

It was time. Kurt needed to go home. Rachel had texted him a million times to come home to take care of his dog, and he had to have Sam come to his place for dinner. He hadn't spent time with Sam for ages and he had to if he wanted to keep his head straight until his big game. He only had three weeks left and Kurt would be busy at the theater most of the time so it wouldn't be too hard to keep up.

They spent half an hour in Blaine's room with Kurt packing his bag while complaining over having to leave. In the end they didn't have anymore excuses of how to postpone it so Blaine followed him to the door. On the way Kurt hugged Tina warmly and Blaine had to stop himself from joining them. In the hall they kissed and Kurt was gone.

Blaine: "You forgot your toothbrush."

Kurt: "I didn't forget it. I left it (:"

Okay, so this was the feeling he had been looking for since Kurt moved away. The hole that had been growing inside him was full. He was sure that this was the perfect feeling of a complete life.

He felt like the teenage girl in a movie getting asked to prom by her crush. Like Hilary Duff in A Cinderella Story. Like Fanny Bryce in Funny Girl. All of them. He couldn't stop himself from dancing into the kitchen to hug Tina.

He helped her cook during a loud duet of Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You. They laughed and danced, drank wine and talked. Tina said that she had a great time hanging with them, and she ended up admitting that she thought he and Kurt were a perfect match.

"It truly felt like he had never been out of your life. You just fell perfectly into place with each other. I am really happy for you," she grinned and Blaine threw his arms around with wet kisses on her cheek.

He let his mouth run over with how happy he was that they got along so well. He told her about all of his worries that Tina would hate Kurt forever, and how he had been afraid that they would never be able to talk or hang out together. Now all he had to think about was Mike - and Sebastian.

He fell back down to earth and explained her what had happened in the morning. About the call from Sebastian and how it had turned out. She looked sad and Blaine felt his throat going back to tying up by talking about it. It was painful to even think.

When they had finished cooking dinner Blaine figured that he should be the one to get Mike in their bedroom. He wanted to apologize to him even though he didn't feel like he had done anything wrong. He couldn't stand Mike being mad at him.

"Hey uhm - dinner's ready if you want," Blaine said as he stuck his head into the room where Mike was lying on the bed watching some movie on his laptop.

Mike looked up at him. First he seemed confused like he had been dragged out of sleep or a haze, but then he looked pained. He closed the laptop down and sat up so he could put it on the nightstand before looking back to Blaine.

"I'm sorry I was being such a jerk, man. It's just… I always thought it was so cool with you being with Sebastian. He's one of my best friends, and so are you. It was perfect, and he keeps saying how happy he is to be with you. I seriously thought you would stay together, like always. But… if you haven't been happy with him - I want you to be happy. And I want him to be with someone who loves him too. I guess I just… need some time to get used to someone else being with you," Mike apologized. Truthfully.

Blaine didn't doubt for a second that it was hard for him to say. Hard for him to talk about it. But he was also certain that he had been thinking deeply about it since he had got the news the day before.

Blaine walked into the room and sat down on the bed in front of Mike. He drew a heavy breath and replayed Mike's words in his head while letting his fingers slide over the bedspread.

"It's not that I was unhappy with Sebastian. I just wasn't happy. I tried to love him, but I couldn't. Then when Kurt came I realized it was because… I've loved him all along. Even though I didn't know where he was or anything. I just… love him," Blaine tried explaining, doing his best to emphasize how much none of this was Sebastian's fault, that he had never treated him bad.

"Sebastian was good to me, way better than I could ever deserve. He would give me the moon if I asked him to, I know that. I have wished forever that I could love him, but nothing happened. I'm happy with Kurt. Happy in a way that I never thought I would be again. It's like… I had lost an important part of myself… an arm or a leg or some vital organ - but now that Kurt is back in my life I don't feel like that anymore," he said and it felt good to tell Mike that this was how it was. He really wanted him to understand how much Kurt meant to him.

"Then I'm happy for you. I just wanna see you happy. I guess I'll have to meet him properly. Some day," Mike said and nodded the way he always did when he had come to terms with something hard but was relieved by the outcome.

They agreed that they'd better get out to Tina who was waiting with their dinner. When they walked into the kitchen she was grinning broadly by the obvious sight that they had made up.

Perfect.

After dinner they helped each other clean up. They went for a walk in the park nearby and when they came home they watched TV before they agreed to go to bed.

When Blaine was in the bathroom to brush his teeth he couldn't help grin at how Kurt's toothbrush was standing in the cup next to his own. It seemed too good to be true.

He was happy that Tina and Mike had spent the night with him. It wasn't until he was in bed with clean sheets and turned off lights he remembered that Kurt was spending the night with Sam. The thought made his skin chill.

His phone was filled with texts. From Sebastian and Kurt.

Sebastian: "I'm sorry about this morning. I just miss you."

Sebastian: "Can't wait to see you again. I miss kissing you."

Sebastian: "Goodnigt, babe. I'll call you when I'm home tomorrow."

Blaine: "It's fine. We'll talk about it Tuesday. I miss you too. Goodnight."

He hated himself. It was true but unfair of him to write something like that to Sebastian, because he would clearly still think they were perfectly okay. But he couldn't ignore his texts either.

He continued to go through to Kurt's texts. They had to be able to get his mood up so he could fall asleep with the thought of their night and day together instead of everything that made him hate himself forever.

Kurt: "I had a really great time. I'm taking you dancing again."

Kurt: "Can't wait till this is over. I just wanna be with you."

Kurt: "Also - as soon as we don't have anything to worry about there are much more amazing places I wanna take you."

Kurt: "I love you."

Memories from the previous night washed in over him. Kurt being mysterious, the restaurant, the cab drive, the club where they had danced and writhed against each other, Kurt stripping for him and being patient with his insecurities, Kurt sucking him off until his head was spinning and Kurt riding him and begging for more - all of it faded into how he, Kurt and Tina had spent the afternoon together and how everything seemed right.

He was just about to reply to Kurt's texts when a new one showed up on the display.

Kurt: "I'm sorry."

Blaine: "Sorry? What for?"

An unease started to form in the back of Blaine's throat and before he could stop it he could feel it spread through his veins and muscles.

Kurt: "I am so sorry. I love you."

He didn't get to reply, because a new message was in almost before he had opened the previous one.

Kurt: "I have to sleep with him. I don't want anyone but you, but if I don't do it he'll know something is up."

Blaine's heart froze. It was banged with a hammer and reduced to ice splinters biting into the inside of his chest and lungs, rolling through his blood like nails biting his insides. How could they have missed taking this possibility into equation? That Sam would want to have sex with Kurt as they were still a couple and to him they were happy and on their way to get married.

He was staring at the message, the letters burning into his eyes and nausea taking over his head and throat. For a second he nearly threw the phone into the wall, hoping for it to fall apart, but he knew that he had to send something back to Kurt. But how was he supposed to respond to that?

Blaine: "You're mine."

Kurt: "I don't know what to do."

Blaine: "I love you."

Kurt: "I love you too. I only wanna be with you."

Kurt: "Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

Kurt: "I can break up with him now if you want me to."

He couldn't ask him to do that. He was already on his way to break his heart, tell him that he didn't have a boyfriend, fiancé, anymore - he couldn't let him trash him right before the biggest moment of his career, possibly making that dust away from him too.

Blaine didn't care the slightest for Sam. He didn't know him and had never met him. He didn't intend to. He just knew that this was the right thing to do. He knew how he felt about breaking up with Sebastian, but they weren't even engaged or anything. This was the right thing to do. If anything he or Kurt did could ever be right anymore.

Incoming call. Kurt.

"I am so sorry. I am gonna go break up with him now. Don't worry. Just please don't hate me," Kurt sobbed into the phone. He was crying and whispering. Apparently he had left the room to call Blaine.

He swallowed hard, tried to keep the contents of his stomach down so he didn't throw up with Kurt at the other end of the phone.

"Don't… I could never hate you! But - you can't… you need to do what you need to do. Please don't make me say it. I just can't… we've ruined enough for him, we can't ruin his career too, it's -" Blaine said, his voice possibly a bit harder than he intended it to be, but he couldn't let himself break down.

"I love you. Just you. Only you. I only wanna be with you. Always," Kurt wailed silently.

"I will only think of you. Of our nights together. Please believe me, Blaine."

His voice was piercing and it made Blaine's heart ache to return to whole, but he wasn't sure it would mend so easily.

"Do what you have to. Of course I hope you can get around it. Tell him that you're tired, or not feeling well. Something, anything. But just… I don't wanna hear about it. I love you," Blaine said and he could hear a muffled voice in the background of Kurt's end of the phone.

"I have to go back to him. I'll try anything. I love you so much."

He hung up. Before Blaine could do or say anything.

He couldn't go to sleep. He felt terrible and nearly shoved two fingers down his throat so he could throw up in a hope that the uneasy rummaging in his stomach would go away. He knew it wouldn't. It had nothing to do with anything he had eaten or anything else.

He wrapped a blanket around himself and went into the living room. He turned on the TV and turned the volume so low that it was nearly inaudible and watched some foreign black and white movie.

All he saw though was Kurt. With a faceless, movie-star-handsome guy having his hands all over his naked body, kissing him, pounding into him with Kurt moaning his name.

Sam.

A name Blaine wished that he would never be confronted with again, but he knew that he definitely would. At least for the next three weeks, and Blaine already knew that every time he wasn't with Kurt he would wonder if Kurt was naked with him instead.

xXx

Blaine woke up on the couch, his entire body aching and he was nearly unable to move his head from the tension in his neck. The sun was only starting to rise and a pink stream of light was bashing directly into his face.

"Shit!" Blaine groaned and let his feet hit the floor. With a little luck he would be able to sleep a little more in his bed if he ever made it into his room.

He banged the door open a little louder than he meant to, but he just wanted to sleep again so he could get rid of the thoughts of Kurt with… Sam.

I shouldn't feel like this. I don't have the right to feel like this. He was fucking me as well even though he was still with Sam, so this isn't really any different, Blaine thought to himself and crawled under his covers.

He tossed and turned for a bit and constantly looked at his phone. Like he was hoping for some miracle to let Kurt text him that he hadn't done it - but Kurt didn't send any texts. He started to drift in and out of sleep, afraid that nightmares were preparing to take him over as soon as he caved in to the sleep.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door and Blaine opened his eyes hazy. Apparently he had fallen asleep because the clock said 9.03 on his nightstand.

Another loud, nearly desperate, knock on the door.

He growled loudly and hid his face under his pillow. He was in no way awake enough to go through one of Tina's crises on what to wear for whatever event she was going to or how she should wear her hair. Hopefully she would get it and leave him alone.

"Blaine. Blaine!" Kurt's voice sounded and he tried to pull the pillow of his face.

As soon as it hit Blaine that it wasn't Tina but Kurt who was in his room he hurried to let the pillow drop to his side as he rushed to sit up.

Kurt was pale and his eyes were red. He looked like he hadn't slept all night and honestly he was a mess as he was standing in front of Blaine's bed with a simple t-shirt and jeans matched up with blue converse - something Blaine had never expected to see Kurt in. It was too ordinary for him.

"What -" Blaine started to ask, confounded and hazed about the situation.

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't go through with it," Kurt sobbed and his eyes broke into tears.

"What? I - come here," Blaine said, all of his senses suddenly very aware as he stretched his hand out to indicate for Kurt to sit on the bed in front of him.

He didn't even look at Blaine's stretched hand before he flung himself onto the bed and buried his face into his chest with his arms swung around Blaine's waist. He was crying silently and Blaine could feel his t-shirt getting wet and cling to his skin.

"I just couldn't stop thinking about you, and how wrong it felt - and how much I was missing you. When he touch me it was… I am so sorry. I should never have mentioned it to you at all. I can't even imagine - how you must have felt all night," Kurt apologized with shaking voice and his hand grasping tightly at a fistful of the fabric his face was pressed against.

"I am… so relieved. I couldn't stop imagining you with him, and him touching you and kissing you and - but it doesn't matter. It's okay," Blaine crooned into his hair, reminding himself that he needed to keep his head calm.

Kurt drew a heavy, unsteady breath and sniffed. He released his grip on Blaine's shirt and stroke his hand a few times down his chest before he sat up and dried his eyes.

"I told him I was feeling sick. That I hadn't slept much lately and asked if we could just be together instead. I just… his lips, kissing him - I just felt like I was cheating on you, but when I'm with you I know that I'm cheating on him and it's so frustrating," Kurt blabbered out, clearly having kept it inside for way too long, and now it was like it was exploding out of him.

Blaine let a hand up to brush down Kurt's cheek. He let his thumb brush away the last tear on under his eye.

"I know what you mean. I feel like the worst person in the world - but soon. Soon we don't have to worry about it. Just… come here and lie with me," he sighed and started to take his jacket off.

Kurt kicked off his shoes and let his pants drop to the floor before he snuck under the covers that Blaine was holding open for him, dragging him closer the second he touched the mattress.

Blaine made him rest his head on his shoulder so it was easier for them to talk, and yet Blaine could still have both of his arms tightly locked around Kurt.

"I don't know if I can stand three weeks. Last night he started talking about taking me away for the weekend after his big game, and then he wanted to discuss guest list for the wedding and decorations and outfits and everything. I had no idea what to say, I nearly pretended that I was asleep," Kurt said with his fingertips running lightly around Blaine's torso.

"I haven't fucked him, you know. Not after you and I got together - not after we started to really… hang out and I could feel that… you were still my Blaine," Kurt cooed and bored his nose into Blaine's chest, his lips ghosting through the fabric of Blaine's t-shirt, making chills run down his spine.

He had fucked Sebastian. Or… let Sebastian fuck him, was probably more correct to say. Only because he had either been upset because of Kurt, or because he hadn't been able to say no to Sebastian - he was just so damn charming and could talk Blaine into anything because those eyes would poke Blaine's conscious any day.

"Is he upset with you?" Blaine asked absentmindedly, doing his best to try shaking off the thoughts of Sebastian fucking him, or Kurt fucking Sam.

"I don't know… I think he's worried that I'm not okay these days. That I'm too stressed because of the theater," Kurt sighed defeated, but panicked as he phone rang.

He rushed to sit up and stared confused at Blaine before he crawled over him to grasp for his pants on the floor. He fumbled around before he pulled out his phone, and over his shoulder Blaine could vaguely see a picture of a grinning blond staring back at them from the display.

"Hey honey, what's up?" Kurt said sweetly into the phone, still his back on Blaine.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to witness a conversation like this, but he couldn't leave either. Not just because it would be terribly awkward, but also because Kurt was straddling his legs, making it impossible for him to move at all.

"I'm sorry. I just thought I would go home early so I could go for a run before going to work, and I didn't want to wake you up," Kurt explained into the phone, the mumbling of a husky voice coming from the speaker.

"It's fine. I'll pick you up at practice tonight then?… Dinner at my place?… Okay. Rachel and Finn too. I'll see you, baby… - I love you too."

His phone dropped to the pile of his clothes on the floor and his face dropped to his hands. He didn't look at Blaine, but stayed with his back on him and his face hidden.

For a moment Blaine didn't move. He didn't say so much as a sound, and he was afraid that Kurt had simply forgotten he was present as well, or that Kurt didn't want him to say anything; that he'd much rather be left alone.

He just couldn't do that. Leave him to sit there and seem miserable. So Blaine sat up as good as he could and folded his arms around Kurt. He let his hands slide from his elbows, up his arms to grab his hand so he could remove them from his face while he placed gentle kisses on his neck.

"Let's forget about it. It's okay. We're no saints, I know, but hardly anyone is. That's why they're called saints. Now I want you to turn around and look at me so I can tell you that I love you," Blaine muttered against Kurt's back, his lips tracing slowly over his neck.

Kurt turned his torso around so he could face Blaine, his eyes back to being red and moist, but a weak smile curling on his lips.

"I love you," Blaine said and smiled as he removed a stray lock from Kurt's forehead.

"I love you too," Kurt smiled back with a broken voice.

He turned around, still straddling Blaine, but his arms around his neck now. He wrinkled his nose before he nuzzled it against Blaine's cheek to place a soft kiss of wet lips.

"When do you have to be at the theater? Got a little time for morning cartoons with me?" Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt closer.

He just wanted all of this talk about weddings, fucking and Kurt being heartbroken to go away. It was shitty and there was nothing they could do, so instead they might as well enjoy being together because the upcoming week he would not have time for anything but the theater and Sam.

"Yes. Cartoons. For an hour. Then I have to leave," Kurt groaned and bit Blaine's earlobe lightly before jumping out of the bed and headed for Blaine's closet.

He opened and rumbled around until he found a pair of sweats. He threw a pair in Blaine's face before he started pulling his own pair on. He leaned against the closet while watching Blaine drag his own pair on before he jumped over to the bed and grabbed Blaine's hand to pull him to his feet.

"Come on. Let's go in and watch TV, snuggle up and pretend we're 6 again," he beamed, seeming like he sincerely wanted all the dark clouds to disappear, even if it would only be for an hour.

He squatted down to fumble around his pocket before he stood up with a grin and headed for the living room.

Kurt flung himself on the couch and opened his legs to indicate for Blaine to come sit with him. He only hit his seat before Kurt's arms and legs were locked around him and there was no way he would be able to move before Kurt would let him, so he folded his own arms around Kurt's waist and rested his cheek against his chest, Kurt's heartbeat pounding in his ear.

"Do you remember when we were kids? It was right after we had been with my dad, and we talked about pets and something like that," Kurt suddenly said pulling Blaine out of his hypnotized state of listening to his heart.

"Not really, no. What about it?" He mumbled, a little confused about what it was Kurt wanted him to remember.

"Oh… Okay, it doesn't really matter then. Never mind," he shrugged and resumed to stroll his fingers down Blaine's back.

"No. Tell me. What about that day?" Blaine pushed, now curious and eager to figure out where he had been headed.

"Well… the thing is - you said that you wanted a unicorn," Kurt mumbled, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"I think I sort of remember that. But I always wanted a unicorn. Unicorns are pretty badass," Blaine grinned and tightened his grip around Kurt, amazed that he had remembered something as insignificant as such.

"Good. Cause I got you something," Kurt said and opened his hand in front of Blaine.

In his hand a small unicorn figurine was revealed. It looked like something he had picked up in Toys'R'Us; it was white with silver horn and silver mane, a tint of pink glitter over its white body. It was cute and magical.

When Blaine looked up at Kurt he smiled awkwardly. He mostly looked like he regretted doing it, but it was silly because Blaine thought it was beautiful.

"I told you I would get you a unicorn some day. I promised," Kurt said and shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"This is… so adorable. Thank you, I love it!" Blaine exclaimed and picked the plastic horse up to turn it around so he could make sure his eyes wouldn't miss a single detail.

"It's beautiful. Really," Blaine assured him and kissed his nose, making Kurt's cheeks blush and let his head tilt to return his attention to the TV.