Kurt took a swig of his drink once the shirtless bartender passed it to him. He then felt a soft hand prodding his back.

“Hey, I didn’t think I’d see you around here as much anymore,” Sebastian smirked, looking as hot as ever. “I thought you would be too busy playing house with your acting teacher.”

Kurt’s heart constricted painfully at his words. “Yeah, well shit never lasts forever,” he mumbled bitterly.

Sebastian took a step forward, breaching Kurt’s personal space. “Well, I have a proposition.”

“Yeah?” Kurt took another swig, his throat burning from the harsh liquid. “What would that be?”

Sebastian glanced over his shoulder and beckoned someone over. That someone turned out to be a tall, good-looking older looking man with a lustful gaze. Kurt rose an eyebrow at him as he started dancing closer to Kurt, trying to pull him to the dance floor.

“This is Brian,” Sebastian introduced. “He’s really into threesomes if you’re still spontaneous enough for that?”

Kurt downed the rest of his beer. “Of course I am.”

***

Blaine sat at his desk one morning nibbling on a scone that only made him feel sick to his stomach, but he knew he had to eat some sort of breakfast. He needed the energy if he had any hope of making it through the day.

Blaine shoved a few more pieces down his throat before he gave up and threw the rest into the trash. He sorted the rest of his papers, watched the first students file in and then leaned forward into his palms, sighing deeply.

Last night had been the fifth time that week he spent the entire evening alone watching romantic comedies, eating junk food and crying. He knew it was pathetic, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything more productive. He just missed Kurt so much.

Blaine knew his lesson plans were lacking lately, but it was an acting class, not a math course. The kids would be fine, he reasoned. Blaine just needed to get over his heart break. He just wasn't sure if it was possible until the last day of school where Kurt Hummel would potentially walk out of his life and class forever.

Blaine flinched when the devil himself walked through, well more like stumbled through the door, his eyebrows drawn taught, his eyes squinting and his skin looking pasty and paler than usual.

Blaine watched Kurt hesitantly through his fingers as he made his way to his usual chair beside Rachel, and hissed when he sat down.

Blaine's stomach did an uncomfortable back flip when it dawned on him that Kurt was terribly hung over (not the first time this week), and judging by the tentative way he was sitting in his chair, he probably got fucked last night. A strong wave of possessiveness and jealousy overtook Blaine as he saw red for a few seconds, feeling even more repulsed and sick to his stomach. But Blaine closed his eyes as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. It was then the bell rang.

Blaine cleared his throat, took another calming breath and stood up. "Okay, class we're going to do some improv exercises today to see how quick you are on your feet. I believe that true acting stems from originality."

Blaine explained the context of the exercise, and how it would be executed, but couldn't help but notice Rachel nudging Kurt every time he started to nod off during Blaine's speech.

Blaine couldn't tell what he secretly hoped for more. He was either being extremely boring, or Kurt was up really late last night doing god knows what. Blaine really didn't want to think about who was touching Kurt the way Blaine was supposed to in the wee hours of the morning.

Despite his exhaustion, Kurt performed alright, but it was far less par than what he was at usually. Kurt was not mediocre, and it saddened Blaine greatly to see Kurt's talent waver, even in the slightest. Suspecting that Blaine was somewhat the cause for Kurt's questionable behavior only made Blaine feel even worse.

So, after a second rocky attempt, where Rachel was getting outwardly frustrated, Blaine asked Kurt to stay after class.

However, despite it all, class ended pretty well and in no time, students were rushing out of the room to their next class or other various activities without a backward glance. Blaine was desperate to leave as soon as possible, so he packed up his things quickly, so absorbed in his inner thoughts that he had almost forgotten that Kurt was staying after, waiting.

"Sir," Kurt busted the quiet with a gravelly voice. "What is it that you needed?"

"Oh," Blaine turned around, momentarily forgetting his packing and took a step toward Kurt. "Is everything alright?"

"Never better," Kurt responded promptly, but not convincingly. "Is that all?"

Blaine took another step toward Kurt, who was starting to look slightly on edge. "This is not the first time this week you came into class hung over. Your performance is lacking."

Kurt shrugged, seemingly unaffected. "You know I enjoy drinking. Some of us like to party at the clubs, it's not a crime."

Blaine chuckled without humor. "Well it is, since you're underage."

Kurt frowned, fiddling with the strap on his bag. "I think that's my cue to leave. I don't like being belittled."

"No wait," Blaine grabbed Kurt's shoulder. "This is different. You look different. Sick even. Are you sure everything is okay?"

Kurt considered Blaine for a moment before he let out, "You know, I'm actually not okay." He took a step toward Blaine, getting in his face. "Because apparently I was delusional in thinking we had this great relationship going on, but then you suddenly dump me out of nowhere without any sort of explanation."

Blaine sighed, feeling deflated. "I know, you're right. You deserve an explanation."

"Okay," Kurt said in a hard voice, crossing his arms. "What's the explanation then?"

Blaine sat on the edge of his desk, rubbing his eyes. "My Dad told me to break things off with you."

"Oh I get it," Kurt said in a biting tone. "You do exactly what Daddy tells you then, huh?" Kurt sneered.

"No," Blaine defended, getting slightly annoyed. "He received an anonymous tip about our relationship and threatened to basically ruin me if I didn't end things with you."

"How so," Kurt asked, his hostility weakening because of his curiosity about Blaine's father. They had never discussed him before. Also, the feeling of knowing that someone out there knew of their love affair was unsettling.

"The reason I'm here is because of him," Blaine explained. "He has a lot of money. He pays for everything to ensure I follow and succeed in my dreams. My apartment, my education, this job... everything. He's never really approved of me being gay, but he's been at least tolerant. However, because you're my student, I could see him telling the faculty to prove a point or to teach me a lesson of some sort. I realized he was right, our relationship was too dangerous."

Kurt really didn't know what to say. The only thing he knew was the insurmountable pain that attacked his heart afresh. Blaine had agreed with his father. Clearly, Blaine didn't think Kurt was worth losing money over or worth standing up to his dickhead father for. With this haunting realization, Kurt was unable to fight off the tears that suddenly flooded his eyes.

Blaine jumped up, concerned, about to reach out to Kurt, but he jerked away. "No, don't cry," Blaine begged, his heart aching at the sight.

"No it's fine Blaine, I get it now," Kurt confirmed, nodding. "I've never been good enough for anybody."

And with that, Kurt turned on his heel and stormed out of the classroom, while Blaine was left dumbfounded and heartbroken all over again in his wake.

***

Kurt pressed his head against the cool apartment window, taking deep, steadying breaths.

After he left acting that morning, Kurt couldn't stop throwing up. He wasn't sure if it was from stress, heartbreak, or his hangover, but he was willing to bet he had never felt so shitty in his entire life.

"Here, this will make you feel better, even if you don't drink it," Rachel's soft voice came from behind him.

She nudged a hot mug into his hand and he took it, breathing in the minty scent. "Thank you."

She kissed his shoulder. "Anytime, Kurt. I'm sorry you aren't feeling well."

"Me too," Kurt sighed. "I really appreciate you missing your other classes to take care of me."

She started giving him a slow massage. "I'd do anything for you, Kurt. You're my rock."

Kurt smiled when Quinn called from the couch. "Hey! I thought I was your rock!"

"Oh, quiet you," Rachel rolled her eyes lovingly and blew a kiss to her girlfriend before returning her attention back to her wounded friend. "So are you going to tell me what happened between you and Blaine?"

Kurt groaned. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"It might make you feel better," she reasoned.

"Does it matter," Kurt ground out. "He doesn't want me anymore. It's not an unfamiliar concept to me. I'll get over it like always."

She rubbed his back for a little longer, before hugging him from behind. "If you say so. Just know we're here for you okay, love?"

Kurt just nodded, swallowing thickly. A few seconds later there was a frantic knocking on the door that caused Kurt to jump with a start. Everything was extra loud today, echoing around his brain, and somehow made his ass ache even more. He really shouldn't have tried double penetration last night. This is what he gets for feeling adventurous and lonely.

"I'll get it," Rachel called, padding her way to the door and opening it.

Kurt heard a sharp intake of breath and an even sharper, "What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough already?"

"I need to talk to Kurt right now, it's important," Blaine pleaded, his voice slightly out of breath.

Kurt was shocked to his core by the sound of Blaine's voice, but he turned around and walked slowly toward him, careful not to upset his stomach again.

"Yeah, why are you here," Kurt questioned, leaning against the door frame and eyeballing Blaine's disheveled appearance.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine began, sounding slightly crazed. "I'm so stupid for not listening to my heart, but it's better late than never right?"

"What's your point?" Kurt stomach was twisting in a new way that was not entirely unwelcome.

"I told my Dad to fuck off," Blaine exclaimed, joy and relief dawning his features. "I told him I was in love, and he could do whatever he wants with my money and my job! I told him I didn't care as long as I had you."

Kurt clutched his chest, unable to tear his gaze from Blaine's shining eyes. Blaine said he was in love, and Kurt knew this wasn't a dream because it hurt too much to be one.

Quinn and Rachel waited for Kurt to throw himself into Blaine's arms to kiss and cry for eternity. They waited with bated breath for Kurt to express his returned feelings of undying love and desperation.

But instead, Kurt slammed the door in his face.