“I'm on to you, Smythe,” Blaine said, his empty plate pushed forward with his napkin crumpled atop it.

Sebastian held his breath but kept his face impassive. “Oh?”

“I've figured out how you keep that trim figure. You're secretly bulimic. Or anorexic. Or both, like at the same time. It would explain why you keep disappearing and neglecting your dinner.” Blaine emphasized the word 'dinner,' hoping to get the point across as to what, or who, was really being neglected.

Sebastian smiled and took a big bite of his food, considering his next excuse to leave the table. He had considered playing sick for Blaine, too, but now a run to the bathroom would not go over well, even though Blaine was clearly joking.

Blaine's phone buzzed in his pocked and he swiped the unlock sequence, scrolling through his texts.

“I guess I'm not one to talk. Seb, do you mind if I cut our date short? Nick is in the midst of an emotional crisis and it sounds like I'd better get back to Dalton.” Blaine sighed and pocketed his phone. “I warned him that blondes will just break your heart, but does he ever listen?”

“That's fine. You go ahead, I'll finish up and pay. Text me when you're done and we can have dessert.” He winked lasciviously at his boyfriend and made a shooing motion, urging him out the door. The second Blaine disappeared from view, Sebastian sighed with relief, threw a stack of bills on the table, stopped by the DJ booth to put Kurt's song in queue, and rushed back to the booth.

“Sorry about that. I ran into Blaine, but the good news is he's leaving now, so I put your song in.” Sebastian smiled and sat down to take a few more bites of lasagne, though his stomach was far too knotted from the stress of the evening to really want it.

“That's good. Maybe now you can relax a bit?” Kurt said. “I wish you'd let me tell Blaine about us, though. He'd understand, he really would. I know,” Kurt added, raising his palms to cut off Sebastian's protestations, “...but we can't hide this forever. Not if we're going to be going out in public.” Kurt's face flushed and he looked down at his hands. He hadn't meant to suggest that they shouldn't go out in public together, and the last thing he wanted was for his relationship with Sebastian to feel even more like a dirty secret.

“It's just with people from school. I'm not ashamed of you and I would never want to hide you, Kurt. Let me prove it by singing with you. We're up, you ready?” Sebastian held out a hand to Kurt, escorting him from the booth to the front of the restaurant.

They each took a microphone and swayed back and forth, holding hands and looking longingly at one another. Some of the restaurant patrons looked delighted, others simply confused, as the opening notes of the song began. Sebastian sang first, then Kurt joined in with the second part of the duet.

“My love,

There's only you in my life

The only thing that's bright

My first love,

You're every breath that I take

You're every step I make

And I, I want to share

All my love with you

No one else will do... “

The audience was charmed by the chemistry between the boys, and the skill with which they sang the sappy love song. Kurt smiled as they went into the last verse, increasing in power for a big finish.

“You'll be the only one

'Cause no one can deny

This love I have inside

And I'll give it all to you

My love, my love, my love

My endless love”

The song ended with the two boys wrapped up in each other's arms, Kurt gazing at Sebastian's face adoringly and Sebastian smiling with suave confidence back at him. The audience applauded, whistles and cheers ringing across the restaurant. Sebastian tugged Kurt's microphone away and kissed him aggressively, to further cheers and whoops from the crowd.

“I guess we're all a fool for love tonight. Except you, Sebastian.”

Both boys froze in the kiss, recognizing the voice immediately. Sebastian looked to the ceiling, trying to think of a lie or at least a good place to take cover, while Kurt looked at Blaine in confusion.

“I forgot my keys. Were they on the table?” Blaine said, his voice breaking and tears brimming his dark lashes.

“Blaine... this wasn't how I wanted you to find out about us, but... wait, why are you crying?” Kurt said gently.

“God, Kurt, don't you see? He's been playing us. Playing both of us.”

Kurt shot a look at Sebastian, who was now looking at the floor. “What... what do you mean? Bas?” Kurt looked back at Blaine, horror and denial playing tug-of-war with his features. “No. Blaine, you don't understand. Sebastian is my boyfriend.”

“I understand perfectly, Kurt,” Blaine shot back. “Better than you'd think. He's my boyfriend, too. We've been dating ever since he tried out for the Warblers.”

Kurt haltingly processed the new information. “But... he was already with the Warblers when he and I... oh my god.” He thrust the microphone at Sebastian, covering his mouth with one hand as he ran off towards the restrooms, shrill sobs ringing out as he went.

Blaine glared up at Sebastian, who was still frozen on stage but was finally looking at him, eyes wide. “I'm going after him, but you,” Blaine growled, jabbing a finger into Sebastian's chest, “...be gone by the time we come out.”

Sebastian's mouth gaped like a dying fish, searching for the right words to turn the situation around, coming up empty. “Blaine, please...” he begged.

Blaine glared at Sebastian with eyes as hard and dark as obsidian. “I don't want to hear it. We're through. And stay the hell away from Kurt. I won't let you hurt him ever again.”

Blaine turned his back on the stage and stalked off in the direction Kurt had run. He didn't see Sebastian sit down hard on the edge of the stage and brace his head in his arms, sobbing.

* * * * *

“Kurt, sweetheart, are you in here?” Blaine called out.

“That depends. Is HE with you?” Kurt whimpered, curled up in the far corner of the men's room.

“Of course not. I told him to take a hike. I hope that's all right,” Blaine said, handing Kurt a tissue and keeping one for himself.

Kurt wiped his eyes and nose. “I never want to see him again. Oh,” he said to Blaine, eyes widening slightly, “you'll still have to see him at school, huh?”

Blaine shuddered and sat down next to Kurt on the floor, wiping his own eyes. “Yeah, I guess so. I can handle it, though. I was starting to fall for him, but I did my best to keep an emotional distance. A part of me never really expected true love with Sebastian. I'm very familiar with his reputation.”

“Reputation?” Kurt asked.

“He's... how do I put this nicely... very, very popular?” Blaine said, cautiously, pulling down a few extra tissues from the dispenser just in case. “One of the guys at Dalton used to go to school with him last year, and... well, the rumors spread pretty quickly. Apparently at his old school he slept with pretty much every gay boy, and quite a few of the straight ones, too. I'm probably just the first step towards him accomplishing the same thing at Dalton.”

Kurt shuddered. “Our whole relationship was based on lies.”

Blaine blanched. “I wish you would have told me about him, Kurt. Not just for selfish reasons,” he added, “...though it would have been nice not to have this go on for so long. But I would have warned you, protected you. I am angry over how he treated me, but I expected it a little. I'm fucking furious about what he did to you.” Blaine balled his hands up into fists at the thought, softening again at Kurt's renewed sobbing.

“I... he...” Kurt sobbed, “He wouldn't let me tell you. I wanted to. He said... he said he was in the closet at school and nobody at Dalton could know. I believed him. I'm such an idiot.”

Blaine handed Kurt another tissue. “Kurt, the last thing you are is an idiot. He's an idiot for blowing it with someone as amazing as you.”

Kurt smiled weakly at the compliment, then blew his nose.

“I'll tell you what,” Blaine continued, “We can cry together for, let's say, five more minutes. Then we're going back out there, and we aren't going to waste any more tears on that asshole. There's still an hour of karaoke left. How about I buy you dessert?”

“You're being awfully kind to 'the other woman'” Kurt joked.

Blaine's eyes lingered on Kurt's body as he replied. “Not even close. You're all guy. But more importantly, you're my friend first.”

* * * * *

Blaine and Kurt walked out of the restroom, Blaine's arm protectively wrapped around Kurt's shoulder, and ordered a slice of cheesecake to split before finding an unoccupied table.

“I'll be right back,” Blaine said, darting off in the direction of the DJ booth.

“Not again,” Kurt muttered, a wry smile playing across his face.

Blaine grinned as he reclaimed his seat. “I told you I'd be right back. I was just taking a call about my sick grandmother and throwing up while arguing with the DJ about the quality of the food.”

Kurt giggled. “You kind of have to admire his moxie,” he mused. “Who would ever try something like that except in the movies?”

“...And he didn't have the benefit of a series of clever disguises,” Blaine added. The two boys erupted in laughter together at the mental images as the cheesecake arrived with two forks.

Kurt dug in to the slice eagerly. “So, what are you singing?” he asked before popping the bite into his mouth and moaning with delight at the taste.

“Uh...” Blaine blinked, watching Kurt eat, before shaking his head slightly and continuing. “It's a surprise. But you'll know it. Are you up for another duet?” He grinned and took his own bite of the cheesecake.

“I don't think so, Blaine,” Kurt's eyes flickered away, and his face fell. “Besides, my throat is all harsh from crying. I couldn't possibly sing right now.”

“Oh no, we're going to,” Blaine said, pushing an ice water across the table. “Suck it up, because I know just the way to get over Sebastard.”

“Up next... Klaine!” The DJ announced.

Blaine grinned and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him up and onto the stage. The restaurant patrons perked up as an instantly recognizable 80's synthesizer beat rang out. Kurt couldn't help but smile as Blaine danced around him before starting the song.

“Sometimes I feel I've got to

Run away I've got to

Get away”

The audience stomped along in time, and as the song moved into the chorus, Kurt softly sang the backing vocals while grinning with delight at Blaine's antics.

“Once I ran to you,

Now I'll run from you

This tainted love you've given

I give you all a boy could give you,

Take my tears and that's not nearly all... tainted love.”

As the song shifted into the Supremes cover, Blaine bowed and gestured in Kurt's direction. Kurt took the cue and began to sing.

“Ooh, baby, baby

Where did our love go?

Ooh, don't you want me

Don't you want me no more”

Kurt turned and sang the song directly to Blaine, shimmying his shoulders flirtatiously. Blaine danced and snapped in time to the music, grinning back at him. Sebastian could have been a million miles away or standing right there in the room, and neither boy would have noticed or cared.