Kurt was on all fours, Blaine behind him, his hands placed firmly on Kurt’s hips, fingertips pressed hard on Kurt's hip bone, slight bruises starting to form. Blaine's thrusts were sharp and precise, hitting Kurt's prostate each time.

“Oh fuck, Blaine - harder,” he panted. “I want to feel you for weeks … I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“You’re so tight, so fucking tight … you feel so good” said Blaine, Kurt clenched around his dick. “Ah-ah-ah!”

They were both dangerously close to the edge, their hot, damp bodies writhing together, the air smelling of sweat and sex. Kurt had missed that familiar scent, the smell that was him and Blaine together, moving in harmony, being as one … feeling, touching each other, the way only a husband should.

“T-t-touch me Blaine, I’m so close … so, so close.” Kurt breathed; his body pulsating with pleasure as Blaine continued to hit his prostate. His arms and legs shook beneath him, threatening to collapse.

Blaine reached down and roughly fisted Kurt's thick cock. He began slowly moving his hand, creating as little friction as possible ... he was driving Kurt insane. Kurt felt the familiar fiery coiling in his abdomen; his eyes filled with stars as he came over his stomach, Blaine’s hand and the sheets. His whole body shook violently, and soon after he felt Blaine cuming hard and fast inside of him.

“Sebastian!” Blaine moaned, as he and Kurt collapsed and rode through their orgasms.

Kurt woke with a start. He was sticky and covered in a cold sweat ... it took a moment for him to realise what must have happened. He walked sadly to the shower to rinse himself off, and glanced at the clock when he returned … 05:45am. He picked up his cell and called Lotti.

“Hello?” she said sleepily.

“Um … hi,” he started “D'you think we could maybe meet for coffee in say an hour or so?”

“Yeah ... um, sure. Coffee Rev?”

“Yeah, meet you there. See ya.”

“Uh, Kurt - wait! What are you doing up so early?”

“Bad dream …”he said simply, “I’ll explain at the coffee shop.”

“OK. Bye, Kurt.”

Kurt hung up the phone, and went to get dressed; he slid into a pair of navy skinny jeans, a white shirt and wound a light blue scarf around his neck. He dug his hand in to his pockets, knowing there must be a note in there.

Kurt,

I miss you.

Good luck in your meeting today.

Blaine

Kurt collapsed on to the bed, tears cascading down his cheeks, he missed Blaine too and he couldn’t deny it. He’d tried to tell himself he didn’t need Blaine and that Blaine meant nothing to him anymore after what he did, but he couldn’t because it just wasn't true - he was still Kurt's whole life, and Kurt felt lost without him. Blaine had been through everything with him … He’d arrived in Kurt's life when he needed someone the most, and then he’d stayed with Kurt, fought the bullies back in Ohio, stood by Kurt's side and never left.

He picked up his coat and his filofax and portfolio of the new designs he was going to share in the big designer/editorial meeting, and scribbled a quick note to Nick and Jeff.

Hey Guys,

I’m off early. Catching up with Lotti for a coffee and prep for the meeting.

See you later.

Kurt
x

He left the apartment, hailed a cab and headed to Coffee Revolution. He needed to talk to Lotti ... he needed to know if Blaine was there, and if he was, how was he doing. He needed to tell her about his dream and just to talk to someone - anyone - about maybe going to talk to Blaine tonight. The cab stopped, Kurt paid the driver and climbed out and entered the coffee shop, giving the room a quick scan. Lotti wasn’t there yet but he queued up and ordered a grande non-fat mocha for himself, a grande skinny latte for Lotti, and two blueberry muffins. He went to their favourite booth and sat down.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” a familiar voiced asked.

“Oh - hey, Jeremiah. Well, um ... I’m meeting Lotti in a minute.”

“Well, I have to leave for work soon …” Jeremiah said reluctantly.

“Oh? What is it you do?”

“I manage the Gap on 34th Street.”

“Oooh, very nice.” Kurt smiled.

“Hey,” he said “I’m having a party next Friday if you wanna come? You can bring your husband if things are better ...”

“Okay, maybe I’ll give it a visit. Where's it at?”

“My place.” Jeremiah said, straightening out a napkin and scribbling an address down. “Here, feel free to drop by whenever if you want to talk and stuff. Anyway … looks like Lotti is here, and I’ll have some very cold staff waiting for me outside the store. See you around, Kurt.”

Jeremiah patted Kurt's shoulder and left. Lotti walked over and sat opposite Kurt - he pushed a muffin and her skinny latte across the table.

“Okay, so what happened?”

Kurt took a deep breath.

“Well I ...um, had a dream and me and Blaine, we were … you know,” Lotti nodded “But when he ... you know,” Kurt said, blushing at the conversation he was having in such an open setting “He yelled Sebastian's name ... and then I woke up. I need to know, Lotti - was Blaine there last night?”

“Yes,” said Lotti sadly, looking up at Kurt and gauging his reaction.

“Oh. And how - how was he?” Kurt stuttered.

“He’s been better. He looked so tired, sad … a lot like you do, if you don’t mind me saying, hun.”

“Oh?” said Kurt.

“Yeah, you both look exhausted. He misses you … I can tell. And you miss him, don’t you?”

“I - um, yeah. I do, so much. He’s my everything - he was ... I-I’m thinking of going back to talk to him tonight … I need to see him properly, but more than his eyes, I need him.”

“Oh Kurt, are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yeah, I think so … I want to. I miss him so much it hurts … and I feel like I shouldn’t, but I do.” Kurt admitted.

“Okay,” she said taking a sip of her latte. “Are you going to go?”

“I - I don’t - I don’t know … part of me wants to, part of me wants to make him suffer more and part of me wants nothing more to do with him. I just don’t know when it comes to him anymore ... I used to, but right now I really don’t.”

The two of them sat in silence, drinking their coffees and eating their muffins. Kurt was sat in thought about what he’d say to Blaine when he saw him … and then, out of the blue, he turned up. He was tall with brown hair with golden tinges; he had a huge toothy grin that just made Kurt want to punch him.

“Hey, Lotti,” Kurt whispered, “That’s him - that’s Sebastian!” He pointed his head towards the tall man at the counter.

“That? Blaine cheated on you with that?!”

“Yeah, I know. I wish there was something I could do … all I can think about when I see him or hear his name is punching that smug meerkat face of his …” Kurt hissed through gritted teeth.

Sebastian turned around. He stared at Kurt, smirking his smug smile with laughter dancing in his eyes. Obviously happy with what he’d done to Kurt, looking at him, he would have seen the sunken eyes, the dark circles, and the pale skin-tone. If he’d known him, he’d have seen the obvious weight loss, the sadness in his eyes, his broken heart, the crushed soul … all of his pain.

“I have an idea!” said Lotti, as Sebastian left the coffee shop.

They began plotting, creating the perfect lies to get the information they needed. They made a few phone calls and everything was set.

“Okay, so you’ll sort out getting Seb there and I’ll tell Harriet you’re off sick. We’ll reconvene at 16:00 - here's hoping he falls for the trap!” said Kurt with a wink.

They left the coffee shop, hailed cabs and set off; today was going to be a lot of fun.

~~~
Kurt got to the meeting; his mind wasn’t really on what he was saying, as he was too busy wondering how Lotti was getting on. He’d gone over his designs a million and one times, explaining in great detail each aspect of the items - he’d presented this to Blaine so many times before that he was sure he could recite the speech in his sleep. There were very few questions, for which Kurt was very grateful. His phone buzzed just as he packed up his things.

He took the bait, now let’s see if he falls for the trap xx

Good work, Lotti ;) xx

Kurt smiled to himself, thinking of exactly what he’d say to Sebastian - what he’d do to him to make him know how much he and Blaine had hurt him with what they had done. How broken he was ... that boy needed to learn about consequences.

“Kurt,” said Harriet, pulling Kurt from his thoughts. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Kurt lied. He’d rather his boss didn’t know too much about his personal life.

“Kurt?” she said in a soft, reprimanding tone, “You’re not, are you? You look permanently tired and pale, you’ve lost weight, you just don’t seem as happy anymore. What’s going on?”

“Okay, no I’m not.” said Kurt, knowing that she wasn't about to give up. “It’s me and Blaine” he sighed “He - he cheated on me …”

“Oh Kurt, I’m -”

“Don’t, please. I’m just figuring out what I want to do, I keep going over things in my head … my head is telling me to leave him, as he broke my heart once, and he’ll do it again, but my heart ... even though he broke it, it still yearns for him. I love him and I can’t stop … he means everything to me. He was there for me when no-one else really was and he was there in a way no-one else could be.”

“Well, its seems obvious to me which one you should follow, but it’s your choice. Follow your head or your heart. They both require a lot of work, but which one is worth the effort?” And with that she got up to leave.

“Thanks Harriet,” he said, causing her to pause at the door. “Might I be able to have the day off? I’m just -“

“Yes Kurt, you go sort things out. I’m sure you’ll make the right choice” she said with a smile.

~~~

The cab pulled up outside the hotel. His phone buzzed, it was a text from Lotti.

He believed it - he’s coming ... I’ll be there shortly. Meet you at the bar? xx

Dear god yes, we’re gonna need it! ;) xx

Kurt entered the hotel and went to pick up the room key.

“Hey,” said Lotti.

“Hey, here you go.” he said, handing her a glass of wine. “So he really fell for it? He thinks your number is Blaine, so he can’t be caught by me?”

Lotti nodded and glanced at the clock “We should be going - he’ll be here in ten minutes. What room are we in? I told him I’d let him know.”

“214.” said Kurt as they walked towards the elevator.

Come to 214, hot stuff! I have everything we need for a good time ;) - Blaine xx

Sebastian texted back almost instantly.

God, I love you … I knew you’d want me back ;) I’ll be there in 5 xx

Love you too babe -Blaine xx

Lotti and Kurt enter the hotel room; they set up some candles to set the scene and then waited. Soon there came a knock at the door.

“Blainey baby, you in there?” they heard Sebastian coo from outside.

“Come in - its unlocked.” Kurt called, trying to make himself sound like Blaine.

“Okay, so where do you want me - hey!”

“Problem?” said Lotti, looking all innocent.

“Where’s Blaine, he told me to meet him here?”

“Oh, naïve and a bastard … you’ve got the whole package.” said Kurt, “What do you think you’re doing messing with my marriage? Just - why?!”

Kurt stalked across the room towards him. Sebastian stood in the hotel room looking exactly the same as he had that morning - big toothy grin, golden tinged hair - the only difference was that now he had a big, black eye.

“Hey, he wanted it just as much as I did!”

“That may be, but I’m dealing with him … but you - you are the cause!” Kurt snapped, fists clenching at his sides. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me! The pain and the heartache - you stand there smiling, because everything is right in your world. You got to have sex and no consequences, but it looks like someone’s already shown you some.”

“Oh, yeah ... one of my work colleagues …” said Sebastian, rubbing his cheek below the bruise and smirking slyly. “I was telling everyone how I rode your beautiful husband, how he rode me … the filthy sounds he made. I made him scream like a slut.”

Sebastian watched as Kurt's faced twitch. Kurt was livid. Sebastian was an ass. Every inch of him screamed for him to punch that smug, superior look off his face.

“Well, I think we should even that out, shouldn’t we.” said Kurt, drawing back his fist; it whistled through the air and collided with Sebastian's face. He pulled it back and threw it another punch into his stomach, watching the tall man double over in pain. Kurt repeatedly punched him before sobbing and collapsing to his knees. This wasn’t him - he never resorted to violence.

“Give up, Hummel?” mocked Sebastian in a winded voice.

“I will never give up. People might say I’m stupid, but I love him, and nothing will stop that … I need to go!” said Kurt, tears starting to cascade down his face.

Lotti walked towards Sebastian.

“You'd best not fuck my best friend’s husband again!” she hissed “Or you’ll get much worse than this.” She brought her knee up quickly and sharply, watching Sebastian wince as it collided with his groin.

She ran after Kurt, knowing he’d want to talk it out. She ran down the stairs, finding Kurt drinking in the bar - already downing a second Bloody Mary.

“Kurt, are you okay?”

“No, I’m not! I don’t know what to do.” Kurt whined. “I love Blaine; I want to try to forgive him. But I don’t know if I can trust him anymore.”

Kurt had been thinking about this all day, considering all his options. he needed to talk to someone. He loved Lotti but he needed to talk about this with someone else ... Jeremiah Blaine … someone.

“I should go,” said Kurt quickly. “I’ll see you Monday!”

“Yeah - see you Monday. Have a good weekend Kurt. Love you”

“Love you too” he waved goodbye to Lotti and left.

Kurt climbed in to the cab satisfied with the decision he’d made. He rattled off the address, which sounded so strange to his ears. The cab pulled up outside the building and he slowly climbed the stairs, unsure of quite what would happen when he reached the top. He walked along a blue corridor until he arrived at the door - the door that was the only thing standing between him and the life he wanted. He took a deep breath, stole himself and knocked on the door.