Kurt wasn't paying any attention to how fast he was driving. He swerved around cars and turned onto the streets he needed to turn onto just to get home fast and quick. He must have been breaking tons of laws with how fast he was driving and the fact he had to keep on hitting the IGNORE button on his phone every single time Blaine was calling. Now it had struck over twenty times Blaine was trying to call Kurt in the fifteen minutes Kurt had spent in his car driving. No, speeding. But he didn't dare answer. He ignored other people beeping their car horns at him as he tried his best to get home as soon as possible. How the fuck could he do that to me? Kurt asked himself.

When Kurt got home, the house was empty. “Mom? Dad? Finn?” Kurt called. He needed someone. Anyone...but no one replied. He walked into the kitchen to find a note on the fridge. He took it off and read that Carole was at the store, Burt had to work a few extra hours so he wouldn't be home until night time, and Finn was studying for tomorrow's Government test at Puck's house. Kurt sighed and sniffed, wiping his tears away as he crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. Just when he needed them the most...they weren't there for him.

Kurt ran up the stair and hurried into his room, slamming his door shut hard enough that any harder, it would break. He thought he was finished with crying, but he was wrong. He broke out into a series of hard sobs as he slid to his floor and threw his messenger bag away from him. He buried his face in his hands as his knees curled up to his chest. His shoulders shook as his throat became dry, his hands shook, his chest heaved harshly with every hiccup, he couldn't breathe, and most of all, his heart felt as if it had just broken into tiny, millions of pieces of a shattered soul. He shook his head. This can't be happening. It just couldn't.

Kurt banged his hand against his floor as he banged his head against his door. He must have been sobbing for what seemed like eternity, taking the opportunity to release all his held-back feelings in the tears. Pain, fear, agony, betrayal, stress, and disbelief of what he had allowed himself get into. A relationship with a teacher?

He didn't need Blaine, anyway. Blaine was a teacher, and he was just a student. The relationship was impossible. Blaine could just go ahead and be with that whore if he wanted to. Kurt would want Blaine to be happy, even if he did basically stab Kurt in the back.

Wait, no, he chided himself. It wasn't her fault – she couldn't have known he was in a relationship. Then again, it probably wasn't easy to explain to someone that you're dating a student... Quit defending him! he yelled to himself. It's wasn't his fault. No. Of course it is. He lied to you. He cheated on you!

* * * * *

Kurt walked into school the next day looking as if he didn't get any sleep at all, which he didn't. His hair was untouched and natural and he wore all black. Black dress shirt, black slacks, black vest, black boots, and black sweater. A matching black hat covered his hair and dark circles were formed under Kurt's eyes.

“Rough night?” a voice asked as Kurt must have been staring into his opened locker for what seemed like forever.

Kurt looked over with a tired expression at Chris. “I didn't sleep at all,” Kurt said in a very deadpan tone.

Chris' usual smirk vanished as concern flashed across his face. “You okay? Wanna talk about it?” Chris asked?

“Just...really stressed...like, a lot.” Kurt looked back at his locker, trying to remember what it was that he needed to get out of there. He had a whole day of school ahead of him and he wanted to skip with all of his heart.

“'Bout what?” asked Chris.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders as his eyes scanned over the labels on his books for basically the hundredth time.

“Well...I know a way to get use of some of that stress,” said Chris, his voice a little low.

Kurt didn't register his mind. “How?”

Chris moved a little closer. “Meet me in the locker room after school. Whether or not you want to is completely up to you,” spoke Chris in a whispered voice. His eyes had filled with concern.

It clicked in on Kurt. His eyes looked back to normal as he looked over at Chris again. He knew exactly what Chris had meant. “I'll definitely think about it,” spoke Kurt.

* * * * *

Kurt hesitated before he pushed through the door of the boy's locker room. Should he really be doing this after what he had went through yesterday? Let alone, what he had went through last Friday? Somehow, he didn't care if he should do this or not. He needed something to get his mind off of things.

He pushed through the door and found Chris sitting on one of the benches placed between the rows of ugly red lockers. Chris looked up at Kurt and immediately got to his feet, smiling. Somehow, Kurt thought it was cute. “You came,” he said as a surprised look crossed his features.

Kurt only looked somewhat better than he did this morning. He raised an eyebrow. “Surprised?”

“Yeah, actually,” said Chris who was now hurrying over to lock the locker room door so no one could disturb them. “Are you sure about this?” Chris asked as he soon walked over to Kurt.

Kurt dropped his messenger bag neatly at the end of the first row of lockers so it was out of the way. “I am,” he said.

Chris didn't say anything after that. All he did was cautiously move closer to Kurt, waiting for Kurt to move away. When he didn't, he placed his hands on Kurt's waist to pull him so close that their bodies were pressed against each other. Kurt focused on the ocean he saw in Chris' eyes and the way his curly blonde hair wrapped around his ears. In way, he was charming.

Chris soon slowly began to lean in. When Kurt didn't lean away, he pressed his lips to Kurt's. Kurt closed his eyes and puckered his lips to kiss back against Chris'.

Kurt's eyebrows pulled together at how awkward and not-right this was beginning to feel. He tried to push the feelings away, but it really wasn't working. He couldn't help but see Blaine flashing before his closed eyes. This wasn't right. Not at all.

Kurt immediately pulled away. “I can't do this!” he said as he pulled away completely and put his hands up in surrender.

Chris put his hand to his mouth and sighed, soon nodding his head. “Yeah...me either. It doesn't...feel right. I mean, I thought I had a crush on you...but I claim myself wrong,” he said.

Well.

This is awkward.

Weirdly, Kurt blinked and grabbed his bag as he unlocked the door and hurried out to the hall. He stopped when he heard a familiar set of voices. Blaine was talking to the whore Elizabeth. With just Blaine's voice, a knot was placed in Kurt's stomach. He cringed and shook his head, hurrying away so he could get home.

When he got home, he rushed to his room, glad that no one was home once again. It had been known that it was a busy week for everyone in the house but Kurt. He closed his door and slid back down the position he had been in yesterday, thinking about everything. New tears began to form as he let out a few sobs. He cried this morning as he got dressed when his father refused to let him stay home being that he looked and felt perfectly fine. What his father didn't know was that Kurt was mentally sick. He needed to stay home and hide for just one day. But he didn't get to. He had been crying a lot lately, it seemed.

Kurt froze when he heard pounding on the front door. His eyes opened as he hurried to his feet, nearly tripping as he hopped onto his bed to the other side to glance outside his window. Blaine's car sat in the driveway. “Shit!”

“KURT!” Kurt heard his name being called all the way up the stairs to his room. He panicked. He needed to get Blaine to stay away.

He hurried out of his room and down the stairs to open up the front door. “Go away! Go home, Blaine!” Kurt screamed.

Blaine read the upset expression on Kurt's face. He saw his puffy red eyes and left-over tear streaks that trailed down his whole cheek. His heart broke at the very sight...he knew it was because of him. He tried to push through the door but Kurt tried to push him back. “Just go away!” Kurt yelled in a passionately angered voice. “Go home!”

“No! Just listen to me! Please. Kurt.”

Kurt tried to shut the door but Blaine was lucky enough that he put his foot to stop the door from closing. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it because Kurt's eyes widened as he took a step back just as Blaine forced his body through the door and closed the door behind him to keep out the cold January air.

Kurt found himself breaking again, he put his hand to his mouth and shook his head, unable to speak as the two just stared at each other for what seemed like a long time.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist in a gentle way but Kurt tried to rip them free of Blaine's grip, but it didn't work. “Don't touch me!” screamed Kurt as he was flailing his body around so much and so hard that he tripped. Blaine tried to steady Kurt but found himself falling with Kurt, landing atop Kurt. “Kurt, I didn't cheat on you. She kissed me!” Blaine stressed.

Kurt shook his head and tried to rip his wrists from his grip still, causing himself to get hurt slightly, feeling bruises form where Blaine's hands were. “You're a liar! I thought you were gay, Blaine!”

Blaine pinned Kurt's wrists above his head, his breath rigid as he sat astride Kurt's laid-out body. How they got in this position, Blaine didn't know. “Listen to me Kurt. You have to believe me!” Blaine pleaded as a tear spilled over Blaine's one eye and landed on Kurt's chin.

Kurt thrashed his body around, trying to free himself of Blaine's grasp continuously. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand being in this position with Blaine. He felt so broken and pissed at Blaine that he couldn't stand anything at the moment. “Get off of me!” hissed Kurt.

“No!” Kurt used all his strength to try and free his wrists, but Kurt found himself shortly free but then pinned back down again. Blaine looked so torn and broken. Kurt hated seeing him this way b – no! Blaine broke his heart. He lied to Kurt! Why couldn't Finn or Carole or even Burt be home right now?

The fact that Kurt was on his entry hall's floor sent a new set of anger rushing through him. He had to fight this. He had to fight the feeling that he wanted to forgive Blaine. “Get. Off.” His voice was shaky and he was close to crying all over again for the fourth time today. Blaine sat there still, tears silently fall down his cheeks.

“I love you Kurt...I'm so sorry you had to see that...I-I am gay! I'm a hundred percent gay! But she doesn't know that! That's why she came onto me like that! And she kissed me Friday...and-”

“You didn't tell her?” Kurt's voice was a bit stronger, but his voice was still shaky, watching the tears slip down Blaine's cheeks.

Blaine stopped for a moment and shook his head. “I didn't know if you wanted me to tell her or not, I..I-” Blaine started in a lower voice.

Kurt blinked up at Blaine. So he was trying to protect Kurt, basically? “Kurt, I don't even like that...that whore,” Blaine assured.

Kurt saw the earnest look in Blaine's eyes. He breathed heavily as he just stared at Blaine, his arms still so that he wasn't thrashing them around anymore. His muscles were sore. Should...should I believe him? Kurt waited for his heart to calm down and he knew Blaine was waiting for that too. Kurt's eyes closed, trying to focus on what his heart was telling him to do.

His body jumped out of nature at the touch of Blaine's hand, which let go of Kurt's one wrist and touched to Kurt's cheek, a thumb brushing the tears away and cupping Kurt's side of his face. Kurt's eyes opened and looked up at Blaine. “I am...so sorry, sweetheart,” he said.

You had me at ‘sweetheart’, he thought, making up his mind. Blaine only used 'sweetheart' when he knew with his heart he had to use it. Kurt felt as if he was being stupid, childish, and pathetic even though he was 17 and not a young teenager anymore. “I thought I lost you,” murmured Kurt, breaking down once again as his free hands went to cover his face.

Blaine's eyes pushed up together as he got off of Kurt and pulled him up with him, forcing his hands away from his face. He took off his coat and helped Kurt take off his that he had forgotten to take off, soon wrapping his arms around Kurt. Kurt responded with a tight hold as he buried his face in Blaine's neck. Blaine came close to tears again, but he was strong enough to hold back. He moved away from Kurt so he could cup his face and look deep into those translucent gray eyes.

“You listen to me, Kurt Hummel. When I tell someone I love them...I will always love them. You will... never lose me. You hear me?” he asked in a shaky voice.

Kurt calmed down his sobbing and nodded his head nonchalantly. “I...ju-” he couldn't form words right now. In all honesty, he didn't know what to say. He sighed out of frustration with his bright word-forming skills.

Blaine then relaxed his hands from Kurt and soon took his hand as he led him through the archway and into the living room. “Now...do you forgive me?” asked Blaine.

Kurt didn't speak. He just let Blaine move him. He just couldn't speak. Not yet. But then he felt the edge of the couch against his knees, causing him to sit down on it. Blaine crawled to sit astride Kurt's thighs, his hands cupping Kurt's neck as their faces sat just millimeters away from one another. It was something of comfort and naturality. Blaine knew that when Kurt was surrounded by enough physical pressure, he could calm down more quickly than without it

“You know...you're gonna have to say something sooner or later,” said Blaine in a small and low voice.

Kurt just looked down at Blaine's lips, already forgotten that those lips were once covered with that whore's. All he could think about was how he just wanted to do something he'd like to call 'makeup-make out'.

“Mmhm,” Kurt mumbled.

“'Mmhm' is not an answer, baby,” Blaine mumbled in a husky voice.

'Baby'...that was hot. He never used that before. I like it, Kurt thought as he sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically, slightly rolling his head with his eyes. “God, just kiss me already!” Kurt exclaimed in an exasperated tone.

Blaine smiled wryly and let out a small chuckle as he let one hand go of Kurt's cheek to support his weight on the back of the couch as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Kurt's. Their chests pressed together as Kurt's hand slid to Blaine's waist, Blaine letting out a moan as he slowly arched his body closer to Kurt's...it was getting pretty impressive in Kurt's book.

Kurt tried not to smile in a kiss, but Blaine pulled back. “Stop smiling,” he said with another chuckle.

“I'm sorry, I just can't,” replied Kurt, laughing. He really couldn’t stop smiling. All he could think about was the fact that he never lost Blaine, he cried so hard over nothing, he was silly to believe that Blaine would be interested in that whore, and they had made up so easily.

“You asked for it,” joked Blaine as Blaine claimed Kurt's mouth, his tongue thrusting into Kurt's mouth and tangling with Kurt's. Kurt stopped smiling instantly, focusing on the suddenly hot make out. He was thoroughly enjoying this.