Kurt and Blaine had been High School sweethearts; from the moment they met on the staircase at Dalton Academy they were inseparable. They did everything together; mostly they fought against the homophobic ideals of Lima, Ohio. They began dating in junior year and in their final year at NYU Blaine proposed … at graduation. They had been happily married for 4 years - or so Kurt thought …

“Hey honey,” said Kurt wearily as he entered the apartment, shrugging off his Gucci anorak, absent-mindedly picking up the mail and sifting through the pile of bills.

It had been a long day at the office; Kurt was a fashion editor for Runway. Today he had to redo all the outfits for the new issue because they ‘just weren’t right’ for Harriet’s new vision. Kurt loved all of Harriet’s ideas but sometimes she could be a real pain. He sat down on the sofa pressing his index finger to his temple.

“Blaine?” he shouted. Usually his husband was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him. Maybe he’d just gone for a little nap, so Kurt went to check their room. “Hey Blaine honey, I’m ho-”

Kurt entered his bedroom to find his ‘loving’ husband in bed with none other than the despicable Sebastian Smythe from Blaine’s office. Kurt literally loathed the guy; he’d always hated the relationship Kurt and Blaine had. Every time Kurt dropped Blaine’s lunch off on a Wednesday morning Sebastian would leer, maybe make a homophobic remark. The latter made this discovery even more surprising.

The scene that greeted his tired eyes made him want to cry, scream, run, and throw stuff around. He saw Sebastian tied to their ‘honeymoon suite’ bed with some of Blaine's old school ties and there was one covering his eyes - so neither of them noticed Kurt standing at the door mouth agape - with Blaine straddling Sebastian, his hips thrusting down, small ghosting moans escaped Sebastian’s lips, as he pleaded for more, for Blaine to go faster.

“Baby I’m close … you know you’re so beautiful when you fall apart.”

“I’m close too … take the blindfold off … I love to see your eyes when you cum.” said Sebastian. Blaine complied the request, one hand grasped around Sebastian’s thick cock, sliding up and down with long sweeping strokes, as he used the other hand to remove the blindfold. When he did, Sebastian’s cock went flaccid in seconds as he stared at Kurt.

“Baby what’s wrong, are you okay …?” Blaine asked, seeing Sebastian nod toward the open door where Kurt still stood staring in disbelief at the scene he’d just walked in on. He shook his head, turned on his heel and ran. Blaine heard the front door slamming.

Shit. He didn’t think Kurt would be home until later … he’d fucked up everything lately. Even a drunken one-night stand, which Kurt didn’t know about, had turned into a full-blown affair.

***

Kurt walked the few blocks to Rachel and Finn’s apartment. He needed to talk to someone and he and Rachel had been best friends for years. He just needed to talk to someone … someone who wasn’t Blaine.

“Hey honey, could you get that?” Kurt heard Rachel say from the other side of the door. “I’m just getting Patti in to the bath.”

He heard Finn’s heavy footsteps moving towards the door, a key turned in the lock and the door creaked open.

“Hey, Kurt … what’s wrong?” the tall man stood in the doorway asked as he took in the tear stains on Kurt’s cheeks and the redness of his eyes.

“Who is it?” Rachel called from the bathroom as Kurt walked in, still in tears.

Rachel entered the living room. She took one look at Kurt and said “Finn, sweetie will you keep an eye on Patti, and finish getting her ready for bed?… I’ll talk to Kurt.”

Finn looked somewhat relieved to not have that conversation with Kurt; he knew it’d just get awkward … after sophomore year and everything.

“Okay honey - tell me what’s happened… did you and Blaine have a fight?”

“Not yet,” he said, taking a tissue from the box Rachel was handing him. “I – I - came home, earlier than I thought I would, you know cause I had to redesign all the outfits?” Rachel nodded. “And Blaine - and Blaine … he was in - in bed with Sebastian!” This made Kurt fall into a whole new wave of sobs.

“Oh honey, what are you going to do? How long has it been going on, do you know?” she asked, reaching an arm around Kurt and rubbing his arm reassuringly.

“I don’t know Rach ... I just don’t know anymore. I thought we were happy … it’s been four years. Why didn’t he tell me if he wasn’t? I’ve always been honest with him - I’ve told him everything … we were starting to look into adoption. How can I know he’ll be one hundred per cent committed to the kid if he can’t even be honest with me?”

“I think you need to talk this out with him … hear his side of things.” Rachel said.

“He was topping, Rachel … does that not make it clear that he knew what he was doing” Kurt snapped but then sighed. “Sorry.”

“Honey, Blaine really loves you … just talk to him at least, find out what he has to say. If you do decide to stay together, here’s the number of a good marriage councillor,” she said, scribbling down the number in her usual curly handwriting “Would you like coffee or something to calm down a little?”

“No, thanks Rach, I think it’d only get make me more shaky. I should get going; it could be a long talk.”

“Okay … just call if you need me, okay?”

“Sure.” He gave her a tight hug, and with one last blow of his nose, he left.

***

When Kurt returned home from Rachel and Finn’s, puffy-eyed and more exhausted than earlier, Sebastian had left and Blaine was sitting on the sofa, holding his head in his hands. Kurt dropped his keys loudly down on the glass table in the hall. This alerted Blaine to Kurt's arrival and he spun around.

“Kurt, listen … I love you … what happened with Sebastian earlier was a huge mistake.”

“DO WEDDING VOWS MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?” Kurt yelled.

“Yes, they do and I really do love you.” Blaine insisted.

“Oh really? Is that why I found you fucking someone else?” snapped Kurt, tears springing in his eyes.

“It was a huge mistake! I got so confused after I went to the gay bar with him …” Blaine said.

“So you go to gay bars now too, huh?” Kurt asked incredulously. “You had fun with all the fucking strippers and escorts and whatever? How could you do this? I thought we were happy together, for god’s sakes - we were about to start adoption proceedings, Blaine!” Kurt shouted, throwing his hands in the air in anger.

“Okay, so you’re mad about that part, okay …” Blaine muttered.

“… Did something else happen, Blaine?”

“Well I … I might have had a few too many drinks … and then ended up sleeping with him afterwards …”

“What? So this wasn’t even the first time? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were always honest with each other! You could have told me and maybe and we could’ve worked it out, but no, instead you continue you secret affair with Smythe,” Kurt spat the name with more venom in his voice than Blaine had ever heard. “Don’t you see, Blaine? Now that I had to find out on my own, walking in on you too, it’s so much worse! How long has this been going on?”

“About three weeks …” Blaine muttered sheepishly.

“Three weeks. Three fucking weeks.” Kurt repeated, fighting back the urge to scream and throw things. “What the fuck were you thinking, Blaine?! Why did you feel the need to sleep with him - am I not enough for you? You’re not getting enough from me so you decided to go get it from somewhere else?”

That comment made Blaine snap. He knew he had no right to be angry but the last comment cut him deep.

“Well it’s not like you’ve been around much, lately.” he retorted.

“I’ve been busy working, Blaine. Doing my job so we can afford stuff, so we can save money to buy things for the little kid we were supposed to adopt. So I could take you out for a nice dinner on our anniversary next week. It’s our four-year anniversary next week, Blaine. Do you even care?” Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

“Of course I do …” Blaine whispered. He really had nothing to be angry about; everything Kurt had said was true. He had no right to complain or be angry. “I’m really sorry Kurt, and I know it’s not your fault you’ve been working late. I still really love you. Honestly, and that will never happen again, I swear. Could you please, please forgive me Kurt? Please?”

“I don’t know, Blaine. I’ll have to think about it. I just can’t deal with this right now.” Kurt said, refusing to look at Blaine in the eye and turning on his heel, grabbing his coat and opening the door.

“Kurt, no - please don’t go!” Blaine shouted, but Kurt didn’t answer as he slammed the door shut behind him.

***

Blaine collapsed on the sofa, he was a stupid, stupid man, and he could very well lose the only man he actually cared about … all over a silly drunken mistake. Sebastian had this way of making Blaine do things, like he could control him; he could read his mind… Blaine hated that quality about him.

He hated how much Sebastian despised Kurt too… in fact he pretty much hated everything about Sebastian. He had been positively livid went Kurt came home … he yelled at Blaine, but this didn’t cut into him as much as when Kurt had done it. Sebastian had nothing to be mad at Blaine about; they were the adulterers … Blaine was the adulterer.

He understood why Kurt didn’t want to look at him - he couldn’t even look at himself right now. He fell asleep on the couch, not feeling right sleeping in their bed - firstly because Kurt wasn’t there and secondly it was where he broke his vows, where he was when he saw Kurt's heart shatter into a million tiny pieces … he didn’t deserve the comfort of the bed.