When we got to Santana and Brittany's place Santana called Rachel and asked her to bring me a bag of my stuff after explaining to her what happened. While they were on the phone Brittany held me and I cried.

"How could he do this to me?" I asked no one in particular.

"I don't know." Brittany told me earnestly.

"I don't know what to do without him...but I don't think I can trust him anymore."

"If you can't trust him then..." Santana trailed off.

"I know." I sobbed "But I can't even sleep without him!"

"You can sleep with me and San tonight." Brittany offered.

"That's very sweet of you, but it's not the same."

" 'Cause we have boobs?"

I nodded.

"Do you want an Ambien?" Santana asked.

I nodded.

The Ambien was just kicking in when Rachel arrived with my bag; I fought to keep my eyes open as I put on my pajamas in Santana and Brittany's spare room, Rachel crawled in with me and held me while I spelt.

"He never wanted me to go to the bar....he said if wasn't safe for me...but what if he was fucking guys in the bathroom the whole time we were together?" I said breaking the silence the next morning.

"Do you want me to go all Lima Heights on his ass?"

"No, he's not worth the broken nail."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to get dressed and I'm going to go the loft and tell him he needs to move out. We had that place first and he's not getting it." I said calmly.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, I'm going to need you especially since he may not be alone."

"Do you really think he'd bring a guy there?" Rachel asked furrowing her brow.

"I don't know what to think." I told her.

"We'll need to change the locks...and I should get tested because I thought we were in an exclusive relationship and we didn't use condoms."

"Last night could have been the first time." Rachel said patting my arm

"Not a huge conciliation."

I showered in the sense that I stood under the water and let it wash over me and then I threw on the clothes Rachel had brought me, thankful that my best friend knew what clothes I would want to wear when I was upset. Once I was dressed we headed to the loft when we got there Blaine was sitting on the couch looking like he had been up all night, waiting for me or fucking another guy?

"Kurt." He greeted me his voice hoarse.

"I don't want to hear it, whatever explanation you have I don't want to hear it. Just get out."

"It wasn't what it looked like."

"Right, let me guess it was an accident right? You accidentally took a guy into the bathroom and accidentally let him suck your cock? How many other accidents have there been Blaine? Were ever faithful to me at all? Did this ever mean anything to you?"

"No of course not, because I'm just a no good slut right? Sex is all I care about."

"You said it not me."

He gave me a look that reminded me of a hurt puppy.

"You did this Blaine not me; you were the one that broke us. And now you need to find a new place to live because you aren't welcome here anymore."

He nodded. "Just a matter of time, right?"

"Evidentially."

"I love you."

"If you loved me you wouldn't have hurt me like this. I trusted you."

"If you trusted me you would let me explain."

"There's nothing you can say that could make this ok."

"Really? Not even if I told you he didn't suck my cock? Not even if I told you I had been taking a piss at the urinal and he was throwing up in the stall? You know what you're right that doesn't make this ok. Because if you loved me and trusted me you would've let me explain instead of jumping to conclusions... but I guess I know what you really think of me."

"Is...is that true?" I asked quietly.

"Yes...I'm going to Wes' for a while."

"Are...are we....done?"

"I don't know Kurt."

"Do you hate me?"

"I could never hate you but right now it hurts too much to be around you, you were supposed to be the one person who looked at me and didn't see a whore."

"I don't see you as a whore."

"You were awfully quick to jump to that conclusion last night."

"I'm sorry! I'm an idiot. I should've talked to you...I just saw you come out of the bathroom and I remembered that you told me you used to take guys in there to fuck and I just..."

"Thought I was a whore who only cared about sex. I get it; I've been getting that as long as I can remember."

"I'm so sorry Blaine!"

He nodded.

"Goodbye Kurt." He said leaving the loft. He didn't kiss me.

"It wasn't just me right? It looked like that guy had sucked him off right?" I asked Santana.

She nodded.

"You guys would've run out too right?"

"Yeah but we're all drama queens." Rachel said.

"I would've stayed...sorry but I would've...maybe it's because I'm not as smart as the rest of you but if I saw San coming out a bathroom with a girl I would have asked her about it instead of running away from her." Brittany spoke up.

"You are the smartest of us all Britt."

She shrugged. "I listen to my heart."

"So how do I get him back?"

"Give him time, you hurt him and he needs to get over that."

"I can't lose him over this."

"You won't as long as you learn from it."

I nodded.

"Seriously Britt you are the smartest person I know."

Santana smiled proudly.

The girls and I decided to spend the day eating ice cream and watching click flicks, I changed into one of Blaine's t-shirts and hoodies and the four of us cuddled up on our...my?...bed.

"It'll be ok Kurt; you guys will get past this." Rachel told me.

"I hope so."

We turned our attention back to the movie.

"When was the last time you washed your sheets?" Santana asked.

"Last night, right before I called you."

"So there's no chance I'm lying in cum?"

"No chance."

"Good."

"Pass the ice cream."

The movie ended and Rachel put in a new one.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Yes Brittany."

"When you get married can I be your flower girl?"

"Of course. But even if I can get Blaine to forgive me that won't be for a while."

"He'll forgive you."

"Why aren't there any gay romantic comedies? Why is it always boy meets girl, it's never girl meets girl or boy meets boy." Santana asked while picking out our third movie.

"I don't know...hopefully there will be some soon." I replied.

"Better be or I'll go all Lima Heights on Hollywood."

"You know we all know you aren't from Lima Heights right?" I asked.

"Shut up." She said hitting me with the pillow she was lying on.

"We should order food." Rachel observed

"Chinese?" Santana suggested.

"Make sure to order Almond Chicken." I told Rachel.

She nodded.

"What happened to your headboard?" Santana asked as we ate our food.

"Blaine and I cracked it."

"How?"

"By fucking really hard." Blaine's voice came from the doorway.