A deep throbbing in his head woke him up. Surely his skull was going to implode from the pressure. A moan escaped him and he bit his lip to cut off the sound, it was too much. Something was eating at the edge of his consciousness, something he didn't want to think about yet. He concentrated instead on trying to open his eyes.

It took several tries, but finally he did only to find a pair of brown eyes staring back at him. Shock made his eyes go wide and he jumped out of the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Blaine, you told me last night that I could sleep here since we'd been drinking," Sebastian said, stretching languidly in Blaine's bed.

"You slept in my bed?" Blaine asked, trying to get his head to clear enough to think.

"Well, I started out on the floor, but it was just too uncomfortable. Come on back to bed, Blaine," he said, patting the comforter.

"No! It's not right. You shouldn't have done that, Sebastian. You know I have a boyfriend. God, what happened last night, I can't remember anything. We were drinking?" Blaine rubbed his temples, trying to figure out what was going on. Kurt was going to be so upset to know Sebastian had slept in his bed. Aspirin, he needed aspirin. He stumbled into his bathroom and found a bottle of aspirin and a cup of water. Swallowing the medicine, he took the cup back into the bedroom and sat in the chair at his desk.

"Blaine, um, how much did you have to drink last night?" Sebastian asked. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and Blaine was glad to see he was fully dressed.

"I don't know. I seriously don't remember anything. I think we went out dancing, right? With the New Directions and the Warblers?" He remembered getting there with Kurt and those jeans he was wearing. "I need to call Kurt."

"Yeah, we went dancing and both of our dates were there. But we left without them. Blaine, god, I can't believe you don't remember. We walked to the bathroom together and caught Liam and Kurt making out. I'd noticed Liam giving Kurt the eye and then when Kurt asked if he could dance with Liam, I just knew something was going on," Sebastian continued though Blaine had dropped his head into his hands. "You broke up with Kurt last night, Blaine. You don't need to worry about sharing a bed with me. You don't have a boyfriend anymore."

Tears were dropping into Blaine's hands as he held his head. An ache exploded inside him and he felt like he was going to be sick. "No," he choked out. "Kurt would never do that to me! He loves me. Why are you saying these things to me?" He looked up at Sebastian, his expression tortured.

"Blaine, it's the truth. You can ask any of the people who were there. It really happened," Sebastian said. "It happened to both of us. We were both betrayed by the ones we care about." He got up and came over to Blaine, putting his hand on his shoulder.

"No," Blaine said, shaking his hand off. "I'm sorry, you need to leave, Sebastian. I'm sorry, but I need to figure out what the hell is going on."

"I understand," Sebastian said, grabbing his jacket and putting it on. "I just want to say thank you for defending me last night. And in turn, I defended you." Sebastian walked to the door and just before he left, he turned. "I punched him for you. See you later, Blaine. Call me."

Blaine ran after him into the hallway, uncaring if he woke up his family. He grabbed Sebastian by the arm and shoved him up against the wall. "You hit Kurt?"

Sebastian shoved him back. "I had every right to, he kissed my boyfriend! You should thank me, I did us both a favor."

Rage took over the pain in his head and filled his vision with red. "Don't ever lay a hand on Kurt again or so help me God, I will make you pay!" He said, shoving the taller boy so hard his head bounced off the wall.

"Screw you, Blaine. When you wake up, you'll realize I did this for both of us. Call me when you feel like apologizing," Sebastian said, fighting away from Blaine's arms and striding down the hall toward the front door.

Blaine was still standing there, his mouth open, unable to believe what was going on. He didn't know how long he was like that before he rushed to the phone. He hit two on speed dial for Kurt and paced around his room, holding his head in one hand. Kurt didn't answer and Blaine had no idea what to say on the message.

"Kurt? Um, it's Blaine. I need to talk to you. Please. Call me," he said and hung up.

He quickly dialed another number, hoping he could trust his old friend. "Wes, it's Blaine," he said when he answered. He got through the preliminary questions and got to the point. "I'm not doing so hot today. Can you tell me what happened last night?"

"Well, from what we gathered, you and Sebastian caught Kurt and that guy Liam kissing in the hallway by the bathrooms. You and Kurt yelled a bit about trust and him hurting Sebastian, or something like that. Then you broke up with Kurt. Damn, I'm sorry to have to tell you like this. You really don't remember any of this?" Wes told him.

A sob broke from Blaine's chest. "No, god, I don't remember anything. Did Kurt really do that?"

"I honestly can't say, Blaine. Nobody was back there at the time that I know of," Wes told him sympathetically.

"Okay. Thanks Wes, I, um, gotta go," Blaine said and hung up before his friend could reply.

Blaine went and sat on his bed and began sobbing despite the answering throb in his head. Kurt would never cheat on him, it was impossible. God, he loved him so much, how could this be happening? What the hell did he drink last night? Why couldn't he remember any of it? Despair filled his chest. He had to talk to Kurt, had to find out what happened. He dialed again and again to no avail. Kurt was not going to pick up the phone. What had he done? Had he hurt Kurt forever? But what about this supposed kiss? Sebastian saw it and why would he lie? He was hurt by this too, his date was involved. He could remember that Sebastian was excited for another date with Liam. He could catch glimpses of a tall blonde guy in his scattered mind, but that was all.

Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, his heart cried out as his eyes poured out tears. I love you so much, my love. This could not be happening, what kind of a hellish nightmare is this?

His phone rang and his head popped up as he grabbed for his phone. He had to wipe his eyes and nose on his sleeve before he answered. He knew this number.

"Hi Burt, please, is Kurt okay?" he had to get out quickly.

"Did you hit him, Blaine? Tell me that right now or we don't talk at all," came Burt's gruff voice.

"No, sir, I didn't. It was a guy from the Warblers named Sebastian," Blaine said honestly.

"Why did he hit my boy and why the hell didn't you protect him?"

Blaine's stomach sank as he had to admit the truth. "Burt, um, I apparently drank a lot last night. Sebastian snuck alcohol in to the club," Blaine realized he could remember this small detail. It was a strong alcohol, he could remember it hitting him quickly. After that, though, it was still too fuzzy. "I don't remember anything else, really. Sebastian told me that um, that um, we fought and I broke up with Kurt," his voice cracked and he coughed so he could continue. "I don't remember any of it, sir. I love Kurt, I don't want him to be hurt. Will he talk to me?"

"I don't believe I'm even going to ask him that, Blaine. My son's face is black and blue, his mouth is busted open and he can't stop crying. He was screaming out in his sleep, Blaine. I want to know what the hell else happened last night. I want you to give me one reason why I shouldn't hunt this guy down and bring up charges against him," Burt's voice was full of fury and Blaine knew he deserved every bit of it.

"I can't say anything in defense of what happened. But Sebastian was also drinking and he felt he was defending me in some way by hi... hitting Kurt. Is he okay? Did he go to the doctor?" Blaine closed his eyes against the visual of his beautiful Kurt bruised and hurting. He should be there with him, taking care of him. "Can I come over, please, and just see him?"

"No, Blaine. You are the cause of all of this. If drinking was going on last night, I won't go after this guy, this one time. If he comes anywhere near my boy again, I will have his ass up on charges so fast, his head will spin. You make sure and pass that along, you hear me?"

"Of course, yes, sir. Please, can I talk to him, please, Burt, I just want to apologize and make sure he's okay," Blaine begged, desperation clawing at his heart.

"I already said no, Blaine. You let my boy take his time to figure out what he wants to do. I don't want you talking to him or contacting him unless he makes the first move, you understand me? This is your fault from the sounds of things."

Blaine gasped at the pain those words caused. Because it had to be true. Kurt would never kiss someone else and there had to be some explanation for it. He had caused Kurt's pain, physical and mental. "Yes, sir. I am so sorry, Burt. I am going to figure out how to make this right."

"You do that," Burt said and hung up.

Blaine rolled all the way into bed, his head and heart in such misery, he didn't think he'd be able to keep breathing. Kurt, his heart cried over and over again. He thought of something and jumped out of bed, moaning at the answering throb in his head. He yanked open his closet and there it was. The soft red and blue scarf Kurt had given him. Wrapping it around himself, he returned to the bed and lay there, misery eating at him. He had to make this right. He had to find out what really happened. He had to get Kurt back.