Blaine stares at his desktop. He has to write a 1000 word essay for his English class due Tuesday and it was Sunday evening and his word document was still blank. His eyes rush down to the Chrome symbol on the left edge of his Computer display. Maybe he could check out Facebook for a second. Or, his eyes wander down to his mobile phone, he could call Kurt. He hasn’t seen him the whole weekend and he misses him.
The phone rings two times before Kurt picks it up, whispering “Hallo”. He sounds hangover, Blaine thoughts and smiles to himself. He doesn’t like to go to parties that much and Kurt always takes Blaine�s “learn weekends” as an opportunity to go to one of New York’s countless clubs with his fellow students.

“Hey darling! I miss you.” “Don’t you have an essay to write?” “It can wait. I want you now. Please come over, yeah?” Blaine begs, pouting even though Kurt can’t see it. On the other side, he could hear Kurt’s beautiful laugh. “I’ll be there in half an hour, okay? Try to finish your essay or probably in your case: start it!” He hangs up and Blaine closes his essay, not planning on writing something.


He starts to walk through his dorm room and picks up clothes and books from the floor. Blaine had begged his parents to pay for a single room, like the one he had at Dalton. Given to the fact that Cooper was much older than him, he had spent most of his childhood as an only child. He was used to the luxury of having everything for himself. His life at NYU shouldn’t be different. Of course he and Kurt had talked about renting an apartment in NY, but Kurt wanted to live like a real student. This also meant that he wanted to stay at the dorms at NYADA. When he had finished cleaning up, he showers and puts on a new pair of jeans. Kurt had told him once that his ass looks fantastic in them and from that day on they were his favorite pair.

Exactly half an hour later there was a knock on his door and Blaine opens it excited.
Kurt looks tired, but as beautiful as always. “Hey.” Blaine whispers and pulls his boyfriend into his arms. Kurt closes the door behind him, as Blaine begins to kiss Kurt’s neck, stroking the small of his back.”You taste so good, darling, I missed you.” Kurt just hums, his hands sitting loosely on Blaine’s hip.
The younger man walks backwards until his legs meet the bed. He falls down, pulling Kurt upon himself. “So good.” He lets go of Kurt’s neck and starts to kiss him deeply, mouth open, tongue begging for entrance. Kurt rolls both of them over, so Blaine is lying on top. “I want to show you how much I missed you.” he whispers huskily before he bows down again to suck on his boyfriends neck. Kurt stays quiet, but he pushes on Blaine’s shoulders, guiding him down.

Blaine nuzzles over Kurt’s erection through his jeans. Palming himself with one hand, he tries to open Kurt’s belt with the other. “Common, Blaine! It�s not that difficult.” Kurt pants and undoes his belt himself, opening his fly in the same move. Blaine pulls his pants down, licking his lips and the sight of Kurt’s pale skin. But it�s not enough. He pushes up the hem of Kurt’s shirt to expose his abdomen. The skin there was always soft and smells so much like Kurt- Blaine could get off by simply inhaling his scent. But there was something wrong, Kurt’s perfect skin wasn’t perfect at all. There were black streaks just under Kurt’s belly bottom, like someone wrote something on his stomach with a marker. “What is this?” he asks, still a little breathless. “Nothing.” Kurt mumbles and presses his palm against the top of Blaine’s head to guide him down again.

“Why is there Marker on your belly?”

Kurt sighs and looks down at him with a bugged expression.
“At the party yesterday someone thought it would be funny to write on it. I tried to wash it of today, but this stuff is sticky like hell.” Blaine turns his gaze at the line of washed-out words again. If he concentrates he was still able to make out some words. The first word was long, starts with an S, followed by two shorter words. The last one was obviously ‘here’ but the other two…
“Stop to look at it and kiss me!” Kurt orders, but Blaine continues to stare at the first word.
It couldn’t be what he thought it was.
“Kurt, does it say ‘Sebastian was here’?” he asks sharply, sitting back on his heels.
“I-I don’t know-maybe- I can explain..”
“Stop stuttering and tell me why Sebastian has written something so low on your waist!”
Kurt also sits up, pulling up his trousers. There definitely wasn’t a Blowjob in his near future.
“I met him at the party yesterday” he begins, trying to look everywhere, except at Blaine. “We talked and had fun and get drunk. And then he found that marker and thought that it would be a fun idea to write something on me and on the other people we were with. That’s how I ended up with this.”
Kurt still wasn’t looking at his boyfriend, causing his rage to grow even more.
“Bullshit!” Blaine yells out, gesturing wild in anger.
“Look at me and tell me that story again! Make me believe that you are not lying to me!” Kurt looks up from his hands and into Blaine’s hazel eyes.
The eyes he fell in love with the very first time he had met Blaine. He hadn’t seen them so sad since their fight about his stupid flirting with Chandler.
“I was at a party and I met Sebastian. We talked and had fun and get drunk.” He stops, eyes flicking down to his hands, but then forcing them up again.
“And then” Blaine says. “What happened next?”
“He- he kissed me.” Kurt admits quietly. “I somehow liked it and I was really drunk and so…”
“You went home with him.”
“We went to his apartment and we- we had sex.”

The whole room seemed to shimmer with heat. Blaine was just sitting on his heels, staring at his boyfriend, to shocked to say or do anything. “Blaine, please say something. I’m so sorry. I never planned on doing something like this, I love you so much. Please, believe me. He’s such a jerk with his stupid need to write on the people he had sex with. It was a onetime thing, I’ll never-”
“Stop.” Blaine says voice dark and icy.
“You can’t sit there and tell me how much you love me, when it takes just a couple of drinks for you to go home with a guy you HATED and let him FUCK YOU!” He doesn’t scream, his voice steady, only rising a bit as his anger starts to overwhelm him.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“But you DID! And you let him write on you! Like some fake little whore you let him do whatever he wants. Two days without sex and you’re that desperate? Or am I just not enough for you? Should I humiliate you, too? Should I write on you, for the world to see that you fuck around with everyone?”
“Stop insulting me! I made a mistake, but that doesn’t give you the right to talk with me like that!” Kurt swings his legs of the bed and begins to put on his shoes.
“You are leaving.”
“What amazing gift of observation you have today!” Kurt answers sarcastically while he stands up. “You were the one who cheated! There’s no need for you to play the victim.” Kurt stares down at him, heart beating fast, hands clenched tight. “I love you Blaine. I know that you’re angry and I understand why you say such things. But I just can stand this right know. Don’t you think that I hate myself for it, too? Since I left his apartment this morning, I’m cursing myself. I tried to wash of this damn marker for two hours, causing my skin to break and bleed. I hate myself for doing it and if you hate me, too, I- I just can’t do this right know. Please call me if you’ve calmed down and you think that you’re still able to love me. If you don’t call me, I’ll understand it, too.” He slowly walks towards the door, waiting for Blaine to say something, but he doesn�t.