Broadwaygonnabe: Hey :)
Catboy: Hi
B: You are not going to send me a picture of your dick, right?
C: Why should I do such thing?
B: The guy I talked to before sent me one
C: So, you are doing this a lot? I mean talking with guys on cheating websites?
B: Actually I just signed up; you are the second person I´m talking to.
C: Oh okay.
B: So, where are you from?
C: New Jersey.
B: I´m from New York. Well Brooklyn, but just give me a few years and I´ll live in Manhattan ;)
C: Cool.

Kurt sighed and let himself fall back against the couch. This guy was completely different from the first one, this conversation was going nowhere. He was just about to type a more direct question- He needed to find another affaire as soon as possible after all- as he heard the soft booping, announcing that shy boy had messaged him.

C: Why do you want to cheat your partner?
C: I mean, that´s why you are here, right?
B: And so are you.
C: … Just answer the question please.
B: I don´t really want to cheat. I kind of have to. My husband- Don´t get me wrong I love him- but sometimes I think I´m missing out on something. But you have the same problem right?
C: So you are saying that you are regretting marrying him. Then why don´t you get divorced?
B: As I said, I love him.
C: You obviously don´t. Otherwise you wouldn´t be here.
B: You are here, too.
C: It´s different.
B: What do you mean?
C: I don´t want to cheat on my boyfriend.
B: You don´t?
C: I think, that he is cheating on me.
B: What makes you believe that he does?
C: He always talks about that guy from work and they are going to a show tonight. Just the two of them.

Kurt laughed out loud and nearly dropped his wine glass. Shy boy was so naïve. His boyfriend may be an asshole, but he wasn´t cheating on him.

B: Are there any other hints?
C: No..
B: Than he isn´t cheating. If he was, he wouldn´t be so open about this other guy.
C: Are you sure?
B: You are talking to someone who cheated on his husband for nearly a year.
C: Thank you.
B: No problem.
B: So what kind of music do you like?

Catboy signed off.

Kurt put the wineglass back down on the coffee table and bit his lip worryingly.
Shy boy's words got him thinking. How could he think that it was impossible that Kurt loved Chandler and was still looking for something more? And Kurt really did love his husband.
He loved waking up next to him, cuddling on the couch when it's raining, or their silly tradition of naked cooking on Sunday evenings, the only nights both of them spend together.
And that was the problem.
Chandler was working every night at the bar, from 8 pm until 3 am. He and Kurt only got Sunday nights or when Chandler decided to not open the bar on a holiday night. Which didn´t happen very often. Kurt had often begged him to stay in, let his employees take care of the bar, but he nearly never did. The bar was his dream, his baby. Kurt came second.
A big problem for someone who had already been through a lot of in his life. So yes, he loved Chandler, but he was also not ready to give up all his needs for him.

The wine bottle was empty and it was only 9 pm. This online thing wasn't taking him anywhere, but maybe his favorite club in Manhattan would.

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Blaine stared at his wallpaper for a few seconds. It was a photo from last fall and it was one of Blaine´s favorites. A friend had made it, without them noticing.
It showed Blaine and Sebastian, sitting under a tree in central park, looking down at a camera Sebastian was holding.
They were smiling and looking happy, cuddling so close together.
He sighed and closed his laptop, reaching down for the beer bottle, only to find it empty. Like the other ones scattered around him.
Did he really just asked a stranger on a cheating website if his boyfriend is having an affair? Blaine let himself fall back on the bed and sighed.
At least felt a little better now.
This stranger obviously would know if Sebastian was cheating on him. And why should Seb even consider it? Blaine tried everything to make their relationship perfect; he did everything his fiancé wanted him to do. He tried to sit up, but he immediately felt the three beers rushing through his system, taking him down again.
So he robbed over to the drawer and grabbed his phone.

To Seb <3: I miss you baby, when will you be home?

Blaine clicked 'send' and let his head sink into the pillow.
It will just take one or two minutes and Sebastian would answer him, telling him how boring Jean is and that he was really looking forward to coming home as soon as possible. Because his fiancé loved him, and only him. Blaine closed his eyes and dozed off, a small smile still around his lips.
----

"Are your parents terrorists?" A tall man with one of those awful full beards pressed against Kurt's side and whispered into his ear. "Because you are da bomb!"
Beard started to giggle uncontrollably and came even closer, filling up Kurt's personal space with the strong smell of alcohol. "That was very funny, but you can leave now." Kurt answered coldly, turning away from Beard.
"No baby, come home with me you won't regret it!"
"Just leave, okay?"
"But I don't want to without you!" He tried to get hold of Kurt's wrists, but just as Kurt got ready to kick beard in the balls another man appeared behind him and pushed beard away.
"Stop it, man. He's here with me and if you touch him again, I'm going to break your fucking face!"
Beard grumbled angrily, but decided that this wasn't a risk worth taking, so he turned around and left, looking for the next "bomb". Happily Kurt looked up at his savior, only to find an attractive blond haired man standing beside him. He was about 32 and was wearing a well-fitted jacket and dress shirt, which left little room for imagination.
"I'm Ray."
"Kurt."
"May I get you something to drink?"
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Blaine had already started dreaming as the door of his apartment was slammed open and caused him to sit up way too quick for his still drunk mind.
A weave of sickness washed over him, but he fought against it, doing his best to not vomit on their bedroom floor. "Se-Sebastian?" he whispered, voice still sore from sleep and alcohol.
Seconds later his fiancé stumbled into the room, turning on the light while he started to get undressed.
"So many hot guys, Blainey." Sebastian nearly yelled as he unbuttoned his shirt. "On the stage and by my side."

He was drunk.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it." Blaine answered, a bit angry at his bitter tone.
"Don't be jealous. There is no reason!" But something about the way Sebastian grinned made it hard for Blaine to believe him. The taller man was now completely undressed and let himself fall down on the bed.
He reached over and pulled Blaine on top of him, starting to stroke up and down his back.
"Why are you still dressed?" he asked Blaine while turning them over. He sat back on his heels, a hand pressing down on Blaine's chest, holding him still. "
I was watching a movie on the Internet, I fell asleep."
"Then let me help you." He lifted Blaine up a little and yanked his shirt over his head. It got caught on Blaine's ear, but he just pulled stronger, ignoring Blaine's whimper.
Sebastian leaned down and started to kiss down Blaine's neck, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down.
"Now that's better." He whispered as he placed one last kiss on Blaine's lips and rolled back on the place next to him.
"Come here!"
He pulled at Blaine's arm encouraging him to climb on top of him. But Blaine stayed where he was. He didn't want to have sex with Sebastian. He was too tired, too drunk and too hurt. How could his finance spend the night out with another man, come home and expect him to do what he wants. "Blaine! Common Baby." As Blaine still doesn't show any interest, Sebastian sat up and looked down at him, his face crunched in anger.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"I don't want to sleep with you right now."
"I don't care. You have to."
"No I don't don't!"
"Stop being so bitchy!" He leaned down and reached into Blaine's boxer briefs, trying to grab Blaine's dick. But the smaller boy pushed against Sebastian's chest, causing him to fall back on the bed.
"I said no! I'll sleep on the couch tonight and you'll stay here and get sober." With this Blaine pushed his underwear back up, grabbed his Blanket and pillow and left the room.
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"Why the hell are you wearing so many layers!" Ray laughed as he threw Kurt's Shirt behind him, reviling his undershirt.
"It's cold outside!" Kurt answered and pouted playfully.
"It's August. In New York."
As Ray finally exposed Kurt´s chest he started liking at it, pressing Kurt against his bedroom door with every soft lick.

Normally Kurt liked to be the one in control, the one that leads, but Ray seemed to know what he was doing, so why shouldn't Kurt let go for once?
Ray's lips finally reached his lower abdomen and he fell to his knees, undoing Kurt's buckle while sinking down.
The second his pants were down and his hardening cock was only covert by his underwear, Ray leaned forward again sucking at it through the fabric.
Yes he definitely knew what he was doing. Kurt moaned, letting his head fall back against the door, closing his eyes. It had been a really good idea to go out tonight.
This website was a stupid idea; Kurt liked hunting in the wild. He chuckled at his thought and opened the eyes again, letting them wander to his bed. They should get there. This would be better in a more horizontal position. Ray was still mostly dressed, palming himself through his jeans while he sucked at the tip of Kurt's cock, which he had tugged out of Kurt's underwear.
"Bed!" Kurt panted, pulling at Ray's hair.
"We should- bed."
"Of course beautiful!" The older man stood up and walked backwards, undoing his pants and sliding a bit awkwardly out of them while he was walking. He fell down, now only in a pair of Marc Jacobs briefs.
Kurt hurried to follow, sitting down on Ray's lap, moving his lower body in slow circles to rub their cocks against each other.
But that wasn't what Ray had in mind.

He gripped Kurt's hips and turned him around so he could lie on him.
Usually Kurt preferred to top, but since he already noticed that this was going to be different he simply wrapped his legs around Ray's hips and trusted up against him.
"Calm down tiger, I don't want you to come until I'm inside your beautiful ass. Do you have lube and condoms?" Kurt let his legs fall down again, mumbling "Drawer" before he could really think about what he just said.
Relation hit him the second Ray held the picture in his hands. It was his and Chandler's wedding photo. Normally he was to one who got the lube out of the drawer; it had been the perfect hiding place.
"Who's this?"
"Doesn't matter, common, I'm waiting." But Ray just looked down at the picture and then back and Kurt.
"Is he your husband?" There was a strange tone in his voice, something Kurt didn't want to hear. Blame.
“Well, yes, but it's okay."
"No it isn't. I will not help you cheat on that lovely man. I'm leaving." He stood up and collected his clothes.
"Ray please, it's okay."
"No it isn't Kurt."