Kurt was done.

He didn’t have to stay for this.

He didn’t have to stay in such a negative environment.

He doesn’t deserve this.

He doesn’t deserve the pain at seeing the man he loves, loving another. He sees his longing glances and the lingering hands. The secret smiles and flirty winks between the two. He can’t even say that maybe Blaine does love him anymore.

Kurt knows.

Kurt knows and feel the sadness pushed against his chest. Pushed against his throat.

He can’t handle it.

Not anymore.  

Blaine’s eyes are open.

His eyes are searching for that man.

Sebastian.

But it’s wrong.

It’s terrible.

He’s married. The ring tightening around his finger at every kiss and every caress of skin.

But those lips don't belong to his husband.

When he comes home late and locks eyes with his husband.

Blaine can tell.

Kurt knows.

Kurt's always known.

He's been in sync with his husband for so long that the moment they lost connection Kurt knew. And he finally felt that familiar feeling. The feeling of loneliness. The feeling of upcoming loneliness that he can not longer fight. He can't change Blaine's feelings.

Kurt can only be in control of himself.

But he doesn't think he can control himself.

When Blaine's home he throws himself against him. Tearing up clothes, skin, and hearts. But Kurt's desperate. At this point he'll do anything for Blaine. He knows their time is limited. He'll put as much passion into it as possible.

And it hurts.

It attacks every bone in his body.

So he doesn't deserve this.

He doesn't need to stay.

He can leave any time he wants.

He can confront Blaine.

But he doesn't.

A year of more pain and sealed lips.
   
And Blaine can't hold it in anymore.

His explanation was simple. There was no other way to explain this. He starts it off with a simple,

“I'm cheating on you.”

And Kurt finishes it with an,

“I know.”

He reaches over to kiss him. Maybe convince him to stay one more year.

One more month.

One more day.

But Blaine dodges.

He cries. He starts packing his things. And then he becomes angry.

Why isn't Kurt getting angry? Why isn't he yelling, screaming, hitting, asking questions? Why hasn't he asked who? Why hasn't he asked how long? Why is he still sitting on the floor with him, folding his clothes? Why isn't he crying?

Blaine can only ask why.

And it's messed up.

He should be saying 'Why?'.

He isn't the victim here.

He's the heart breaker. The cheater. The fucking bastard.

He throws himself into Kurt's arms. His mouth open as apologies won't stop flowing.

And Kurt can't help it.

“Okay. It's fine. We're fine.”

In the morning, Kurt cooks breakfast.

Blaine kisses him goodbye before leaving to work.

Their eyes lock for just a moment.

They are a reflection of each other.

Empty eyes. False smiles. Broken hearts.