Kurt wakes up with his arm draped around Blaine. Blaine looks so peaceful and blissed. Kurt presses a kiss on Blaine’s cheek before getting out of bed.

He stretches and puts on some pants and a t-shirt before drawing the curtains. After all, he doesn’t want to give the people of Ljubljana a show. The sun shines into the room, giving it a red or orange glow, and Blaine stirs a bit but he remains asleep.

Kurt watches Ljubljana and he smiles. He loves this city. He loves Blaine and Blaine loves him fully. Blaine, who has finally led himself just feel and let himself want.

And now they’re in Blaine’s apartment and actually sleeping next to Blaine is so much better than crashing on Blaine’s couch. He hopes he gets to keep this. He hopes he can wake up next to Blaine more often.

Kurt waits a few more minutes, just watching Blaine, but it’s clear that he isn’t going to wake up anytime soon. That’s fine. Blaine needs the rest. Yesterday was a lot and they went to bed quite late after fooling around. Fooling around. Kurt suppresses a laugh. He sounds like such a teenager. It was a bit messy and awkward, since it was all new for Blaine, but that also made it fun.

Kurt slips out of the room and he decides to surprise Blaine by making some breakfast. He remembers where to find the ingredients. Kurt’s frying some eggs when the front door opens. Before Kurt can remember who else has the key, Quinn opens the door to the living space.

Quinn and Kurt stare at each other.

Kurt didn’t forget Quinn, but he also had his mind elsewhere.

“Quinn-”

“I was going to joke ‘So you’re the other woman, huh?’, but you’re not,” Quinn says kindly, “You’re the other man.”

“I am indeed,” Kurt says back in the same light tone.

“Is Blaine around?”

Kurt nods towards the door.

“He’s still asleep.”

“Oh, that sounds like him,” Quinn says with a joke.

Then Kurt remembers something else. He slept in Blaine’s bed, so where did Quinn go? She didn’t crash on the couch, which is a good thing, but then where did she go?

Kurt asks her.

Quinn looks pleasantly surprised.

“Oh, thanks for the concern,” she says, “I booked a hotel room, once I realised you two needed time to yourselves. I texted Blaine last evening, but I don’t think he saw it.”

“Blaine’s not the best at checking his phone.”

Quinn laughs.

“Tell me about it. He ghosted me as well.”

Kurt turns back to the eggs, because he can’t let them burn. Quinn is still standing there and it’s weird. There isn’t any bad blood or jealousy between them, but Quinn is still right. He is the other man. Blaine kissed him when he was still dating Quinn.

Kurt wants to apologise for that, but Quinn speaks first.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks.

“Sure.”

“What is it like, to be in love with Blaine?”

Kurt’s head jerks towards her. Why is she asking? Shouldn’t she be the person who knows?

“It’s wonderful,” Kurt says and a besotted smile breaks out on his face, “I see him and I think ‘that’s the one’. He’s captivated me right from the beginning. It might sound silly, but I really feel like butterflies are in my tummy when he looks at me. And I admire his kindness and his heart and his ambition, and his ass, of course.”

Kurt’s afraid he crossed a line there, but Quinn snorts.

“Yeah?” she asks.

“Have you seen him, darling?” Kurt asks, even though it’s a rhetorical question.

“But then, how do you know you’re in love with Blaine?” she asks.

Kurt frowns. He still doesn’t understand why she’s asking this. Is this a test? Must he prove his affection for Blaine?

“I just know,” he answers lamely, but it is the truth.

Quinn beckons him to continue.

“I just want to be around him all the time. When he ghosted me, I was absolutely miserable because I missed him so much. I didn’t realise how much I’d gotten attached to him until that point. I spend all my free time thinking about him and about being with him. Even now, I can’t wait for him to wake up, just so that I can kiss him again. I want to be with him. I know it’s only been a day, but I am already wondering about what will happen next, because I want him to be there by my side, always.”

Kurt turns red. It is ridiculous, but it’s true. He hasn’t felt so certain until now. He knew he wanted to be with Blaine, but now that it’s clear that the feeling is mutual, he can’t help but fantasise about their future.

God, he’s in love.

“… Okay,” Quinn nods and she has a contemplative look on his face, “That makes sense. That… yeah.”

“Sorry?” Kurt says, but he’s not sure if Quinn’s upset. He’s just poured his heart and soul out about the boy that Quinn’s in love with. She looks like Kurt’s upended her entire life. Well, Kurt kind of did. Quinn is staring at the ground and she’s not moving. When she arrived in Ljubljana a few days ago, she probably didn’t expect her boyfriend to be gay and to be in love with Kurt.

Quinn keeps staring down at her feet.

“Quinn?”

When Quinn looks up, there are tears in her eyes.

“Oh, Quinn, I’m- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-” Kurt reaches for her, but then he stops himself because he doesn’t want to make it worse.

Quinn shakes her head.

“It’s, it’s fine! You- I think I had an awkward realisation.”

Kurt tilts his head in confusion. He waits for Quinn to speak, if she even wants to.

Quinn looks Kurt in the eyes.

“I don’t think I ever loved Blaine.”

Kurt’s jaw drops.

Quinn lets out a shocked laugh. She looks like someone’s doused her in cold water and she’s gotten a weird wake up slap.

“Quinn-”

“I don’t think I did,” she repeats through her laughs, “I… He’s my best friend, but I never felt like that.”

“Are you sure?”

Quinn nods, although she is a bit hesitant.

“I… I have been thinking a lot since last night. When Blaine said he wanted to be with you, I was defeated-”

“I am so sorry-”

“But not heartbroken. And that shocked me. How was I not heartbroken? In fact, why did it make sense that he’s gay? And why was I with him?”

“I am not following,” Kurt admits.

“What Blaine said, about us just following along… I think I needed that epiphany as well. I love Blaine, as a brother, and I tried so hard to make myself believe I loved him as a lover too, but I… The way you just talked about him, that’s not what I feel for him. I feel that for…”

She trials off.

Kurt’s hanging on her every word. He certainly did not see this coming, but it looks like Quinn didn’t see it coming either.

“Denise,” Quinn splutters out, “I need… I need to talk to Denise. You know of Denise, right?”

“Your senator daughter friend?”

“I have to go. Thanks for the talk. Bye.”

“Bye-”

And just like that, Quinn is out of the apartment and Kurt’s left alone to stare into space in confusion for a few minutes. He’s so baffled by what just happened that he doesn’t notice that Blaine’s gotten up.

“Kurt?”

Kurt startles. Blaine’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom. He’s also put on pants and his hair is a mess, but to Kurt, he is still gorgeous.

“Blaine.”

“… Do I smell something burnt?”

“Shit!”

The eggs! The smoke from the frying pan is getting bigger and he turns off the gas. Blaine lets out a chuckle when he sees it.

“What happened here?”

“Oh, Blaine, you wouldn’t believe it.”