Three Months Later...

Sebastian pushed Blaine backwards unable to stop himself any longer. The delicious sight of Blaine Anderson before him, waiting to be devoured, to be stripped and fucked into oblivion was all too much. He had waited long enough, too long in fact, and tonight after months of neglect, it was finally Sebastian's turn to have his fun with Blaine.

Blaine's head hit the wall hard from the force of Sebastian's shove, so hard that the picture a few feet away jumped in its frame. His body came slamming against the cool surface a second later. It didn't matter though. Blaine was so drunk he could barely feel his legs, let alone the effects of being thrown up against a wall.

Sebastian licked his lips lustfully and watched Blaine try to focus on Sebastian's body, but the hotel's dim lights and dull paint job were obviously not helping his plight and his head only veered this way and that in the midst of his alcoholic stupor. Deciding that they were only stalling, and since he couldn't get his hands on Sebastian, Blaine brought his hands to his shirt in an attempt to undress. He did not care for one moment that they were still in the hallway outside of his hotel room.

"I knew you wanted it," Sebastian chuckled to himself, and he shook his head in amusement when Blaine's fingers lost their grip and fell lethargically to his sides. "Dear Blaine, when will you learn that Absinthe is not a good drink for you?"

Blaine ignored his chiding. "Come here, my tall, sandy haired man," he managed to mumble. He tried to reach out for Sebastian, but his arm splayed too far to the right and completely missed his body.

Sebastian looked up and down the hallway, his hand going up to rub his chin thoughtfully as if he was having to consider Blaine's invitation, but nothing could hide the satisfied grin that was plastered all over his face. "Well, if you insist," he purred after a moment, and without any further ado, he pounced pushing himself against Blaine's chest almost lifting Blaine off his feet in the process. Their lips met roughly, their breaths heavy with the alcohol they had consumed in the bar downstairs.

Sebastian was on cloud nine. Not only was he also trashed thanks to the alcohol they had drunk, but after everything that had gone down since Blaine had walked out of Kurt's apartment three months ago, this was the first time that Blaine had actually done anything with anyone and Blaine was doing it with him. Sebastian couldn't help but want to gloat because of all the men in the world that Blaine could have picked, it was going to be him: Sebastian Smythe. He was the person that Blaine had chosen to fuck first.

To be honest, Sebastian had actually been getting worried about Blaine. It was so out of character, unnatural almost for Blaine to go that long without having sex. Not when Blaine usually left a string of broken men scattered around the country. In fact, Sebastian still couldn't believe that all of Blaine's odd behavior was down to that pathetic excuse of a man called Kurt. Surely, there had to have been some other reason for why he had been acting so oddly, but no matter how Sebastian had tried to pull Blaine out of his frump, Blaine had remained tight lipped about the whole matter.

Now though, who cared? What did it matter because finally tonight something had snapped inside of Blaine? Sebastian had seen it happen, had seen the change in Blaine's eyes while they had stood at the bar. It was that look that Sebastian could recognize after all their years of being friends. It was that look that Blaine got when Blaine wanted to be touched by anyone who would dare to put their hands on him. And upon seeing his chance, Sebastian had immediately leaned in and placed a possessive hand on the lower part of Blaine's back and spoke, "How about another round before we take it upstairs?" Blaine's only response had been a coy smile and the sixth shot of Absinthe had disappeared down his throat.

Sebastian pulled on Blaine's bottom lip and placed a supportive hand on his waist as Blaine staggered to the right.

"I told that little wide-eyed kid that you always come back to me," Sebastian laughed nuzzling into Blaine's ear leaving it hot and damp from how close he had placed his lips. "No matter what happens or who you fuck, I told him, you always come back to me."

Blaine frowned at his words desperately trying to pull himself out of the haze that had enveloped him. Whatever Sebastian had just said it had been important, Blaine was sure of it. Kurt flashed before his mind's eye and Blaine blinked against the vibrant image. He hated how that still happened. How he couldn't get rid of Kurt's face, or how even when he was drunk, he still couldn't stop thinking about the man.

"Take your fucking clothes off," Blaine slurred and his hands went up to fumble with his own buttons again.

"All in good time, my friend," Sebastian laughed, "All in good time."

A rattling sound came from beside Blaine and he vaguely became aware that Sebastian was trying to open his hotel room door, his hands having trouble with the hotel's key card. After a string of curses the door finally opened, Sebastian reached over and took Blaine by the shoulders and shoved him into the dark room.

Sebastian watched Blaine sway towards the bed with amusement, but without a doubt they couldn't waste any more time. He didn't want Blaine to pass out before they got down to business. Their choice of drink really did leave Blaine wrecked. Sebastian closed the door behind him, turned quickly and hurried after Blaine pulling off his jacket and flinging it to the floor as he went.

Kurt breathed out slowly savoring the last ripples of pleasure that had just coursed through his body. He heard a muffled, satisfied giggle and gasped involuntarily as the body on top of him started to move back up the bed unintentionally shifting the blankets and allowing cold air to seep under the covers. Kurt squirmed again when the person's hands came to his sides and tickled his skin, but before he could protest, a lazy tongue also started to work its way up his chest.

Kevin's face suddenly appeared from under the blanket and the man smiled up at him. "Hi gorgeous! Did you enjoy?"

"Couldn't you tell?" Kurt laughed. He leaned down the rest of the way, kissed Kevin on the lips, wrapped his legs around Kevin's waist and flipped him over onto his back. "I was so ready to crash before, but I'm glad you convinced me otherwise."

"Glad to see that my powers of persuasion are still so strong," Kevin joked looking up at Kurt with affection. He rubbed his hands over Kurt's arms and glanced at the alarm clock at the side of Kurt's bed. "It's getting late. You don't have to...you know."

Feeling sleepy but satisfied, Kurt smiled as he leaned down and kissed Kevin again. But this time, his kiss had more intent and he devilishly rocked into Kevin's lower body at the same time. Kevin moaned softly at his action.

"Hmm, I think I do need to return the favor," Kurt giggled against his lips. "I can't have you tossing and turning all night," he grinded down yet again.

Kevin stifled another moan. "Hmm, please," he begged.

His simple yet earnest request was enough for Kurt, and with one last fond peck on the lips, he disappeared under the covers. The darkness wrapped around him immediately, intensifying his other senses. It was hot and stuffy under the covers but Kurt didn't mind, it was also snug and safe.

Kevin shifted slightly above him, and all of a sudden, music from Kevin's phone filled the room.

"You know I get noisy," Kevin told him apologetically. Kurt squeezed his leg, not bothered. It wasn't too loud and it was best that anyone else who was still awake at such a late hour in the apartment heard the music rather than Kevin's moans of pleasure.

Kurt settled in between Kevin's thighs and drew his attention to the song so he could attune himself to its rhythm. He rolled his eyes for his own benefit and shook his head in disbelief. It was no other than a Blaine Anderson song.

Of course it was! Why wouldn't it be? Kurt thought sarcastically.

It was going to be a true test of mind that much was true. Whether he could stay focused on the task at hand or whether the Blaine Anderson's song was going to prevent Kurt from thinking about anyone else other than Blaine.

Kurt was ready for the challenge. Kevin was his life now. No one else was important. He took Kevin within his hold and lowered his head, more than happy to return the favor.

The past three months had seen some radical changes in Kurt's life, there was no doubt about that. After spending two weeks wallowing and frantically trying to determine whether everything that had happened between Blaine and himself had occurred inside his head, Kurt had put a wall up on the whole thing. He had decided that he was no longer going to think about it. It was time for him to move on with his life, and not look back. If Kurt wanted happiness, he quickly realized that Blaine had to be forgotten.

Forgetting Blaine was going to be difficult, he knew that, especially now that Finn and Rachel were joined at the hip. Rachel had tried to speak to him about what had happened, and after politely avoiding her words he realized that Rachel was relentless in her quest to explain Blaine's actions. In the end, he had been frank and had bluntly told her that he wasn't interested in hearing what she had to say. He insisted that Blaine meant nothing to him and whatever fallible excuses she had created inside her head, he didn't want to hear them.

Kurt had also distinctly decided that he wasn't going to wait around and be romanced by the silly and childish notions of love. He needed to get back to real life, to face the reality that love didn't occur like it did in his favorite romantic comedy. If there was anything Kurt had learnt during his fiasco love affair with Blaine, he had learnt that love was fickle, fragile and the knock-you-off-your-feet, sweep-you-away love was typically hard, if not impossible, to come by.

His reasoning behind his new concept of love had been easier to believe with what had happened with Kevin. Kurt had taken Kevin up on his offer, and true to his word, Kevin had been there willing to be a friend to Kurt and distract him while he tried to get over Blaine. He accompanied Kurt through movie marathons, day trips around LA and afternoons in pubs. He had been happy to listen to Kurt harp on about various fashion designers or a certain outfit in a magazine. And Kevin had been fantastic, always listening with interest, but what Kurt liked about him best was that he never asked questions which gave Kurt no reason to have to ever utter Blaine's name to him.

It had only taken two weeks of spending time together for Kurt to make the first move and kiss Kevin again. It had happened innocently enough, Kurt hadn't planned it, it had just happened. And in all honesty, even though there wasn't the crazy, stomach churning fireworks and extreme heart palpitations that happened when Kurt had first met Blaine, Kurt didn't regret it one bit. Kevin had turned out to be the safe friend with whom Kurt could take a chance with and not the scary lover that was far too much of a heartbreak risk.

The day that Kurt had made his move had been just like any other day. They were at Kurt's watching a movie when they started arguing over what a character had done. It had all been in good nature neither taking the other seriously until Kevin had ordered an arm wrestling match to determine the winner. Kurt had taken him on knowing all too well that Kevin was the stronger of the two, but being a good sport, Kurt had agreed to his challenge anyway.

Kurt had struggled as soon as Kevin had finished counting to three, and desperate to find something to distract the man, without even thinking, Kurt had leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. It had worked. Kevin pulled back startled and shocked, dropping his grip on Kurt's hand instantly. He gazed at Kurt who looked just as surprised as he did, and then, without any further hesitations Kevin dived straight towards him and returned the kiss pulling Kurt into his lap.

Kurt had had enough of wanting more, of wanting something he didn't believe he could have. He wanted the intimacy, the feeling of waking up next to someone in the morning, of rolling over in the middle of the night and knowing that the other person was there, of listening in the silence to the other's persons steady breathing or having that feeling of skin on skin.

Shit! Fuck!

He'd gone and done it again, Blaine fucking Anderson!

Kurt intensified his actions, trying as best as he could to blur out his last thoughts and replace them with ones of only Kevin.

So where was he? Kurt thought for a moment. Yes, he had kissed Kevin back, eagerly and hungrily, and had gladly straddled his body when Kevin had pulled them together. Kevin's hands had come up quickly, holding Kurt firmly around his waist leaving no room between their chests, and only a short time later, Kurt had pulled Kevin into his bedroom.

So Kurt had settled for Kevin. Shit! Fuck! Shit! No, that wasn't right. 'Settled' was not the right word because it didn't do Kevin justice. Kevin was wonderful, loyal, funny and caring and more than giving in bed. Instead of settling for Kevin, Kurt liked to think that he had taken that step forward, faced the truth and realized that relationships didn't just come around every day. He had to take what he could when he could, and Kurt knew that he could do a lot worse than Kevin.

Kevin, Kurt sighed, to be honest, Kevin didn't deserve him.

It didn't take long for Kurt to finish after that. He swallowed deeply while Kevin moaned and then lifted himself up, wrapping the blankets around his shoulders to keep his body warm. Kurt flashed him a satisfied, mischievous smile. The Blaine Anderson song had finished long ago and Kurt was proud of himself, he hadn't given too much thought to the man after all, or well, he tried to tell himself that.

"I can't believe that this is our last night in this bed," Kevin said after he had gained his breath but still relishing in the feel of Kurt's hands that were continuously stroking over his chest. "This time tomorrow we're going to be in our new place."

Kurt couldn't help the shadow that instantly washed over his face, and even though he tried to shrug it off, it remained there.

"Hey, hey," Kevin spoke urgently, trailing his hands down Kurt's lower back and kneading his fingers into the top of Kurt's buttocks. "I've told you if you think that it's too fast, I don't have to join you guys."

Kurt shook his head aggressively. He was determined to keep the process of moving forward happening.

They were moving forward because of Rachel. Kurt would gladly agree that Rachel was definitely loud, obnoxious and controlling, but strangely, she had managed to fit into their little group so swiftly and easily it was as if she had always been there. She also came up with some amazing ideas. Through her connections, she had found a large four bedroom house that needed sitting while its owners went travelling for a year, and now, Kurt and Kevin, Rachel and Finn, and Mercedes and Sam were all going to live there and save some money in the process.

"No," Kurt stated firmly, "we've already talked about this. Yes, I'm nervous, but like I said. I need to man up and take the risk." Kurt lay flat against Kevin's body, his head resting just above Kevin's heart. He listened to its beating for several seconds and then spoke again at a whisper. "I'm sure this is going to be the best move ever."

Kevin tilted his head down and kissed Kurt gently on the top of his head. "I love you," he whispered.

Kurt jolted back up in shock and the words that Kevin had just uttered hung in the air threatening to barrage down and knock Kurt unconscious by the sheer hint of them alone. He couldn't answer. How could he answer? It was far too early to mentioning words of love, surely!?! Kurt continued to fluster and panic unable to find a way to get out of such an awkward situation where he just wasn't able to reciprocate such feelings just yet.

Kevin sat up and found Kurt's lips again, and unperturbed by Kurt's reaction, he chuckled through his attempt of a reassuring kiss. "Don't look so scared Kurt. It's okay. I know you're not ready to say it, I just wanted to reassure you that my heart is true to yours, that's all."

It still didn't make Kurt feel any better. Those were words that he never threw around easily. He had only said them once before, and at that time, while he had been nervous to say them he had thought he had been sure about his feelings.

Kurt tried to shake off what had just happened, to make light of the situation but he couldn't deny that no matter how hard he was trying to make this future happen, something deep inside just couldn't make it work. Why hadn't Kevin's words clicked and felt right when he had heard them? He hoped that it was just because they were moving so fast, that they hadn't been dating for even two weeks before Kevin had practically been there every night. But then, Kurt wanted to slap himself. He was sick of hoping and wanting, of wanting everything to be just perfect. He just had to live it, and he was going to live it happily with Kevin.

"I'm sorry, you just surprised me," Kurt finally answered, his heart pounding rapidly. "I, I love..."

"Shh," Kevin quickly interrupted him grabbing a hold of Kurt's hands. "Don't say it unless you mean it, Kurt." He looked at the clock beside the bed. "Come on, it's late. Let's get some sleep. We've got a lot to pack tomorrow."

Kurt didn't answer but he nodded his head in response and settled back down in Kevin's arms to catch a couple of hours sleep. They couldn't wake up too early and finish their packing, because on the other side of Kurt's door in the lounge room were Finn and Rachel asleep on a mattress that they had slept on for the past week while they waited to move into the new house.

Kurt closed his eyes, tired from a long day, and it wasn't long before he began to drift away. It was only ten minutes later however that Kurt's door handle silently turned and was pushed warily open. Finn's head slowly appeared round the corner, knowing all too well that if Kurt saw him he would be in trouble. He gauged the distance between the door and Kurt's bedside table where he knew an ample supply of condoms were still kept.

Finn's feet padded over the wooden floor quietly, hoping, praying that they didn't wake. He was fortunate and he made it to the other side of the room without being found. His fingers quickly pulled the box free and was about to pull some condoms out when he froze on the spot. There within one foot away with his arm still wrapped around Kevin's stomach, Kurt stirred. Finn held his breath as his eyes watched him begging Kurt inside not to open his eyes. But Kurt didn't wake, he only snuggled deeper into the crook of Kevin's arm.

"Blaine," Kurt suddenly mumbled.

Finn's heart actually stopped, but his mind raced as he repeated the word inside his head. No, Finn had not imagined it. Kurt had just said Blaine's name. And then, Finn discovered the worst thing imaginable. He lifted his eyes and looked at Kevin only to find that they were wide open and staring straight back at Finn. Finn's breath caught in his throat as Kevin's arm protectively came to rest over Kurt's back, his gaze not leaving Finn's once.

There was only one thing that Finn could do. With the condoms in his hand, Finn backed up away from the bedside dresser and their bed, hoping that he wouldn't run into anything and wake Kurt up. He took one last look at Kevin and squirmed even more inside. Kevin's eyes were still following his every move.

It seemed to take Finn forever to make it to the bedroom door. But he finally did, bumping into the doorframe. He stepped through into the lounge and closed the door quickly behind him and let out the longest gasp of air imaginable.

Kurt had not said one word about Blaine in three months, not once. It was as if he had wiped Blaine for his memory, but there, deep in sleep, Kurt could not hide from his subconscious, from his real feelings, from his real love. Because that's what Finn understood now, without a doubt; Kurt loved Blaine.

And the worst part of it all? Finn didn't know how he was going to look Kevin in the eye the next day and that was bad, because Finn really liked the guy. But now, the knowledge that Finn held overwhelmed him and he really didn't know what he should do.

Rachel's quickly skipped over the wooden floor and stopped before him. She had seen Finn exit Kurt's bedroom, and in the soft glow of the single lamp beside the couch, nothing could hide the petrified expression on his face when he reappeared. Fearing that he had seen something that maybe he shouldn't, she had scooted off their cozy arrangement that they had made in Kurt and Mercedes' lounge room and headed over towards him.

"What's wrong?" she whispered, taking his hand within hers.

Finn didn't answer straight away, his line of sight gazing off into some unknown distance, where he was busy trying to decide what he should do. It was no good. He was going to have to tell someone.

He lowered his head and met her gaze. "We need to talk."

Blaine lay naked, flat on his back, his world still spinning as Sebastian rolled off him and left the bed. He proceeded to move around the room searching for his clothes and all Blaine could do, was to look away out of the window and try to wipe out what had just happened. It seemed to take an eternity for Sebastian to find his trousers, all the while muttering under his breath, but Blaine didn't care, he didn't care one bit.

"Sleep it off or get your head over the toilet," Sebastian ordered as he pulled on his clothes, instantly returning to manager mode. "Make sure you get yourself together for tomorrow night. You've got the VMAs." Sebastian stood for a moment gazing at Blaine's drunken form, and then, without another word turned to leave. A few seconds later, Blaine heard his hotel room door slam shut.

The silence echoed around him, ringing in his ears.

Blaine was alone.

Again.

Alone, always alone.

He was glad it was over. Blaine may have been wasted but even he knew that he had hit rock bottom.

He hated himself. He hadn't meant for things to go that far, but they had, and now he just wanted to punch himself for being so stupid. He hadn't planned it, far from it. It had just happened. Blaine would treat it as it was; a slip up. Okay, so maybe it was more than a slip up, it was more like a major fucking screw up. Actually, Blaine would call it just shear bad luck that Sebastian had been there when he had arrived at the conclusion that maybe fucking somebody's brains out would help him forget Kurt.

Blaine had struggled with his feelings for the past three months, but without a way to change anything, Blaine had given up. He had fallen for Kurt that much was true, despite the fact that Kurt had lied to him. And there, deep inside of Blaine there had still been an inkling of hope that he could still go after Kurt. He wanted to hold Kurt. Wanted to love Kurt and wanted to experience life with Kurt, but now, he knew that he was never, ever going to have Kurt. He had discovered that two weeks ago after he had parked outside of Kurt's house and had watched Kurt kiss the same man from under the tree.

Blaine blinked back several drunken tears.

Since Kurt was still romantically involved with someone else, and Blaine had no one, he had decided that he might as well return to his old ways. So, there hadn't been any hidden, secret meaning behind why he had chosen Sebastian, there had been no intentions of satisfying some twisted line of fate or, Blaine hiccupped, some other crap like that. No, it was only because Sebastian had been there and had given him Absinthe. It could honestly and easily have been any other man.

But it was the fact that it had been Sebastian that was tearing Blaine apart. The fact that he was back there again, hooking up with the detestable man after everything Blaine had promised himself. Blaine had made the decision long ago, five months earlier in fact that he was never going to go there again. That he would never get intimately involved with Sebastian, and yet, there he was once more lying in the sheets rumpled from their activities.

Blaine rolled over onto his side the sound of the condom still in its wrapper crinkling slightly beneath him. His only intentions now were on doing something to stop his head from reeling. He had reached the stage where he was aware that he was drunk, but now, didn't want to be drunk anymore. The exuberant amount of alcohol that he had consumed, however, had other plans for him; he was going to have to work to burn this lot off and it was going to hurt.

Blaine groaned and grimaced against the discomfort in his stomach. Standing up would be better he tried to convince himself and he rose shakily to his feet and staggered towards the windows of his room.

Blaine swayed and rested his head against the cool glass hoping that it would ease the pounding in his head. He wished that the next day would be rainy and dark, one where grey, sad clouds hung low in the sky and made him feel not guilty for wanting to spend the whole day in doors. Instead, it would be the opposite. It always was. He would be presented with the relentless sunshine of Los Angeles, the sprawling city where the sun constantly bore down.

Blaine stifled back another drunken sob and fought against the tears which were being pushed through by his emotions that were now only being unlocked since he was alone. It hadn't worked he mused, his fingers splaying out over the window to support his weight. His encounter with Sebastian hadn't pushed Kurt away. His feelings for the man were still there twisting his insides just as powerfully as the alcohol.

He hated what Kurt had done to him and he hated what he had done to Kurt. He hated that he had become weak, had taken the risk and had opened up. But what he hated the most was that Blaine didn't think he would ever get a chance to experience the feeling that he had had with Kurt ever again.

Blaine closed his eyes. He needed water, something to dilute the alcohol and ease the ache in his throat. He turned weakly on his feet and looked to the side of the bed. There on the small beside dresser was a glass of water. Desperate to find something to distract the raging fire churning in his stomach, he staggered towards it.

Blaine took two large mouthfuls, eager for the feel of the cool liquid on the back of his throat. He was to be greatly disappointed. Horrified would have been a better choice of words as his throat began to burn instead. He started to gag.

It wasn't water, it was vodka.

Hard and strong, it had gone down his throat to clash and mix with his already overfilled stomach. Blaine lurched, his hand going over his mouth. That was it. There was only place he was headed. He stumbled beside the bed and tried to place the glass on the bedside counter. He missed and the glass, along with its contents spilt on the carpet, but he didn't care, he was already on the other side of the room bent on reaching toilet before he lost all the contents of his stomach.

"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," Santana repeated shaking her head in disgust, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed as he staggered into her home.

"Morning," he croaked sheepishly, still not ready to take off his thick, dark sunglasses. He headed straight to her little office without another word, his posture forlorn and full of self-pity. Santana sighed and followed after him, not even giving him the chance to undress in private.

She paused at the doorway of her office and watched Blaine lose his balance while he kicked off his shoes and started to pull down his jeans. He leaned heavily on her massage table to stop himself from falling over. It was no good. She was going to have to say something. It was just part of her nature. Determined, honest, from the heart opinions were Santana's thing, no matter how much of a bite they might have.

"So, I see you've had yet again another interesting night," Santana began.

Blaine lifted his head, and even though he was still wearing his thick sunglasses, Santana could plainly see his glare.

"Don't you dare give Aunty Snix that look," she snapped at him.

Blaine groaned inwardly and wrapped one of her towels around his waist to help preserve whatever miniscule amount of dignity he had left. His head was pounding, his stomach empty from the amount of times he had thrown up and his muscles ached from tiredness. "This is going to be painful isn't it?" Blaine sighed, and he wasn't talking about the massage that Santana was about to start.

Surprisingly, Santana hadn't said a thing to him over the past three months, but today he was out of time and he sensed that he was about to be on the receiving end of Santana's wrath. He waited, his body curling up defensively for her to unleash it upon him. It was the last thing he wanted to listen to but he doubted that he had an option. He gingerly pushed himself up onto her massage bed, pulled of his shirt and rolled onto his stomach not caring for one moment that he had just sent his $800 sunglasses flying across the room. Hopefully, if he couldn't see her face it would lessen the impact.

"You've had it coming. I've kept my mouth shut long enough, half because I didn't want to get fired," her hands maneuvered his towel in an efficient brisk manner. "The other half of me wanted to see if you would sort this out all by yourself. Fat chance of that happening," she added under her breath.

Blaine grimaced as her hands began to work around his neck muscles and he quickly became concerned as to whether she was going to strangle him or not.

"I watched you pine over Kurt and I watched you turn down men to live a life of abstinence so I thought you were still in love with him, but Blaine now, now... How could you?!" Santana exclaimed. "How could you put yourself out there again and put yourself out there with no one other than with Sebastian? Sebastian of all men, or I should say of all things!!! Blaine!?!"

"I didn't do anything with Sebastian," Blaine protested.

"Don't you dare lie to me, Blaine Anderson!" Santana admonished. "I saw you two head off to your hotel room last night and I know for a fact that Blaine Anderson only lets men into his room at that time of night for one reason. And anyway," she continued just as viciously, "the pair of you couldn't keep your hands off each other at the bar. Everyone was watching."

"Ow!" Blaine cried in annoyance as Santana callously dug her knuckles into his back.

"I didn't do anything with Sebastian," Blaine repeated starting to get annoyed.

"You know what Blaine? Aunty Snix doesn't like being lied to and if this is the way that you're going to treat everyone who cares about you, pushing them away, then fine." Santana's hand came down hard against his skin, right above the flesh above his meaty buttocks. "I mean just look what you did to Rachel after everything that she's done for you. You've been friends since you were kids, and now, look what you have. You have nobody in your life but me. But I'll tell you what Blaine. I will not follow you on this path of self-destruction any longer. I'll quit because I will not sit here and watch you destroy your life and deny yourself of happiness. God damn it Blaine! From everything you've told me about him, Kurt was the best thing that ever happened to you!"

There was silence for a moment as Santana caught her breath. She tried to calm herself but her shaky gasps were loud in the small room. "Don't you think you've been unhappy for long enough, Blaine?" she suddenly asked her voice uncharacteristically soft and caring.

Her question was only met with further silence though.

Santana sighed when Blaine still didn't respond and began to turn away. But Blaine quickly snatched his hand out, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back fast. He was surprised to see that she had actually begun to tear up.

"I didn't do anything with Sebastian," Blaine told her, his voice so low it was barely audible. He hadn't lifted his head until now. Blaine's emotions were raw and back at the surface just like they had been the night before and it was all because Santana was right. Every single word she had said, she had been right.

He sighed, and without letting go of her wrist, he pushed himself back up so he could sit with his legs hanging over the side of the table. "I came close, I did, and to tell you the truth, I really wanted to because I was so sick and tired of hurting inside because of Kurt. I thought that maybe if I fucked someone else I would forget him."

Santana stared into his eyes, and when she spoke her voice was soft again, "But you can't can you? You can't forget about him."

Blaine nodded but then Santana's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"So what did happen then? Sebastian was in your room for at least a good twenty minutes."

"Shit Santana!" Blaine exclaimed. "How do you know that? Are you actually doubling up as a secret agent on the side?"

Blaine's banter was enough to put a smile back on her face and Blaine smiled in return before he looked off into the distance. His eyes became clouded as he thought about the night before.

"I didn't have sex with Sebastian because..."

"Because?" Santana encouraged him as his voice trailed off.

"We were urr, you know..."

Santana rolled her eyes, "you can say it Blaine. You were naked and getting it on,"

Blaine laughed, "Yeah, Sebastian had already reached for the condom and..." Blaine looked away again as the events from the night before played before his eyes...

Blaine's world was spinning out of control but he didn't care. All he was aware of was the feeling of somebody else on his skin. It was just likes Kurt's long body, wavy hair, slender form, gyrating against him, waking up his needs. He leaned up and pulled the body close, locking their lips together and for once, Sebastian responded passionately. Blaine let himself get lost in the kiss, and if he imagined deeply enough, it was just like he was kissing...

"Kurt," Blaine moaned.

There was a short but dramatic pause and silence.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Sebastian snapped pulling away sharply. He pushed himself up in disgust when Blaine didn't respond. "I can't fucking believe you! The next time you want to waste my time and drag me into your bed, only to have you say some other guy's name, you can forget it!"

Blaine didn't answer. He just turned his head and tried to focus on the view outside of his hotel window, but the city lights were bent on only confusing him and he wasn't too sure where the skyline finished and the stars began.

Blaine looked back at Santana. "It just came out. I said Kurt. I haven't said his name since we were in the restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton and Rachel was fir..." Blaine dropped his gaze guilty. He couldn't go there he was wracked with guilt over what he had done. Rachel had been one of his best friends for as long as he could remember and after the way he had treated her, he didn't believe he would ever get to speak to her again.

Blaine dropped his pounding head into his hands, "Shit, Santana what the fuck am I going to do? I love him. I really do, even when I know that that whole weekend he was involved with another man."

Santana quickly looked at the ground. It was her turn to feel guilty because she knew things, knew things that Blaine did not. "What would you do if I could vouch for the fact that Kurt wasn't in a relationship with that man, that he acted out of spite because Sebastian had told Kurt that you and Sebastian were a couple?"

"WHAT?!" Blaine shouted. He jumped off the table and grabbed Santana roughly by the shoulders. "What do you mean Kurt wasn't in a relationship? Sebastian told Kurt that Sebastian and I were together? What the fuck? I'm going to kill him!" He let go of her and started to pace. "I'm going to get him. He's going to pay for this." He stopped before Santana again when the realization struck home. "All of this happened because of Sebastian? Is this true? Kurt and I could be together right at this point if it wasn't for Sebastian?"

Santana nodded her head slowly and Blaine leapt forward. She gasped in shock as he grabbed her arms again but she didn't care, this passionate, full-of-life Blaine was the Blaine she loved, the powerful Blaine that wowed his fans and sent them crazy. This was the Blaine that could possibly get Kurt back. "Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine shook his head as his thoughts came too quickly. "How do you know this?" He suddenly demanded. "Tell me how you know this."

Santana met his gaze square on. "I've only known since this morning and I believe it to be true, but maybe you shouldn't hear it from me." He gazed at her in confusion but she spoke again before he could ask. "You should probably hear it from the person I heard it from. I have to say though Blaine, if you speak to this person and you believe what they say and you decide to go after Kurt, you better do it quickly because Kurt could slip between your fingers before you know it."

"Who is it? Who can I talk to?"

Santana gave him a motherly smile, "Put some clothes on and we'll go for a drive."