The silence was killing him. They had been back to the house for about an hour and hadn't spoken a word. Kurt had started playing 'angry birds' on his phone and Blaine was sitting on the piano bench hitting a note now and then.

He glanced over to where Kurt was currently sprawled out on his bed. This was just torture. They should be enjoying their time together, not like this. Blaine wasn't sure if they were still fighting or not so he got up from behind the piano and laid down beside Kurt. He starred up at the sealing.

"Hey you." He could see Kurt looking at him out of the corner of his eyes.

"I thought you were mad?" He focused again on his phone.

"No, I'm not. Are you?" Blaine was concerned. His eyes became bigger and he looked so vulnerable while he waited for Kurt to answer.

"No." Kurt answered curtly, indicating that indeed there was something wrong. "I just, I don't know." He looked down again and pretended to be interested in his phone again.

"Kurt, please, talk to me." Blaine sounded desperate. He needed Kurt, more than anything.

"I'm sorry, I just need some space." Kurt was still staring at his phone.

"What do you mean?" He wanted to cry because it felt like Kurt was breaking up with him.

"Just... we'll talk tomorrow. I'm just going to sleep in the guest room tonight." Kurt grabbed some of his stuff and walked out of the room.

Kurt's POV

The door closing sounded like a gunshot. It was fast and loud but incredibly painful. He was never going to say goodbye to Blaine and yet, he just did. He kept walking until he found himself in the spare room. The day started out so amazing , how did it come to this?

Blaine's POV

He felt his heart break, the image of Kurt walking out of the door killed him. He just kept replaying the last few moments in his head. 'I need some space', was what Kurt had said. He wanted to know why he needed space. The tears kept streaming down his face.

He had been crying for almost 2 hours and Kurt still hadn't returned. Why did it have to hurt so much? Why was Kurt even acting like this? There was more to the story then he lead on. Something happened that was not related to Sebastian. He just knew.

He breathed in and out slowly and walked over to the piano. Playing would help to forget everything, even if it was just for a few minutes.

He started playing the piano chords of something he'd been working of. Normally he would prefer his guitar but right now he felt more like playing it on the piano. The note's echoed through the room and he started singing.

Say, wasn't that a funny day?

Gee, you had a funny way-a way about you.

A kind of glow of something new.

Sure-I'll admit that I'm the same.

Another sucker for the game kids like to play,

And the rules they like to use.

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?

The sun: telling me the night is done.

Well I refuse to let it stop our fun.

Close your eyes-we'll make it dark again

A kiss; there's a thought, so how 'bout this?

Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy.

After all, we need sweets every now and then.

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you

Here we are: two strangers in a very different place.

Who knows what could happen to us next?

Here we are with nothing but this little spark.

It's too cold outside to lay this fire to rest.
Go? How so very apropos:

A goodbye just as soon as I said 'Hello."Well all right, I'll see you later.

It's true: it's just a fantasy for two.

But what's the difference if it all could have been true?

I guess this is better.

But don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?
Oh, don't you want the way I feel?

Kurt's POV

He could hear music coming from Blaine's room. Was he playing? Of course he was.

He felt awful for being mean to Blaine but it was probably for the best. There would be no way he could ever make up to Blaine what happened on the beach.

/ He felt bad for walking away but he knew he had to clear his head. Blaine had picked Sebastian over him and it had effected him more than he expected. But he knew Blaine was right.

When someone asked Blaine to keep something quiet, he would. Blaine is a man of his word, and respected everyone. If Sebastian happened to share personal information and made him promise not to tell anyone, then he wouldn't. Kurt envied his boyfriend for those things.

He turned around to see if Blaine was still on the towel, but apparently he walked further then he thought, and Blaine was already out of sight. He sat down on the sand and looked at the ocean. The sound of the waves and the view of was so relaxing. Even therapeutic to be honest.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw someone sitting next to him. It was probably Blaine who followed him so he ignored him.

"The beach is beautiful this time of the year, don't you think?" He heard an unfamiliar voice whisper in his ear, causing him to shiver. When he looked next to him he saw a cute blond guy smiling at him.

"Yeah, it is. I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked him.

"No, you don't. But I would like to get to know you. Would you care for a walk?" Kurt know clearly noticed his British accent. He always had a thing for British guys before Blaine came along and now one was flirting with him. Well why not? Blaine had had his fun with Sebastian, so why wouldn't he get his with this guy, he seemed nice.

"Yes, why not, let's go for a walk. I'm Kurt by the way." He smiled at him.

"I'm Chandler." They talked about college and their shared love for singing. Hours passed and the sun started to set.

"I should get back. It's been lovely meeting you, Chandler." They stood across each other.

"Nice meeting you too, Kurt. Here, let me put my number in your phone and you put yours in mine, so we can text." Kurt pulled out his phone and handed his phone to him.

"Here you go, I'm going to go now." He was ready to turn around and walk away when Chandler grabbed his arm and turned him around.

And before he knew it he kissed him on the lips.The thing that scared him the most was that he actually let himself enjoy it.

He had a boyfriend he wasn't allowed to do this. He had everything he needed. He had Blaine. He pulled away and apologized to him.

"I can't do this, I'm with someone. I'm sorry." He turned around and started walking back, to Blaine, to the love of his life. /

It was such a huge mistake, how did he let this come so far? He had to tell Blaine. He had to know.

Kurt opened the door to the hallway. Everything was quiet, everyone was asleep. He walked to Blaine's room and took a deep breath before he slowly opened his bedroom door.

"Blaine?" He whispered. No response.

"Blaaiiine?" Still no response. He walked over to the bed and crawled underneath the sheets.

"Blaine?" He felt the other person move.

"Kurt?" Blaine had been fast asleep and his voice sounded rough from sleeping and crying.

"Yes, it's me. I need to tell you something...and I'm afraid that...when I tell you...you're never going to be able to look at me the same."