CHAPTER ONE

Kurt and Blaine sat in Kurt's New York apartment having dinner. Kurt had done well for himself if he did say so himself, from the dingy but spacious loft shared with Rachel to a small yet comfy apartment of his own. Blaine more or less lived with him, but with Blaine still in his final year of University he was yet to move in permanently. Life for Kurt was not what he had expected. He'd gotten into NYADA in the fall only to transfer to Parsons during his second and final year of University. It wasn't that Kurt hated NYADA it was just that it didn't work for him, it was whilst interning at Voguedotcom that he realised that fashion was his real calling. Don't get him wrong he still loved singing, but Glee club was his escape from the reality of his life but being in New York he'd nothing and no-one to escape from. Sure there were times when he felt like life was against him but nothing big enough that he needed to sing a dramatic song to express him emotions. NYADA was for Rachel and her dramatic storm-offs, and Kurt didn't belong there. He didn't fit in with the Adam's Apples even before the short lived relationship, wasn't a wannabe following the crowd of who's in this week, even his love for Broadway and musicals weren't enough to make him fit in with all the Broadway fanatics. Sure he could dance, act and sing but he wasn't near as good as half his class.

Parsons was his niche, he neither blend in nor stood out. It was the best decision he ever made, next to taking a real paying job at Voguedotcom. At 20 Kurt had earned a respectable name for himself, not like he was a famous designer but he was known, even if it was by his company. But he had won an award, not that it was a big award as designers got random awards all the time but it was Kurt's first, making a name for himself. Life was good. Kurt's life was good.

However Kurt wasn't expecting what came next, though in retrospect he should have.

"So what was the meaning to this nice quiet dinner? It was nice and all but I can't help shaking the feeling that you're going to give me some bad news" he asked in a hesitant yet confident voice.

"Nothing... can't a guy just treat his boyfriend to a nice home cooked dinner, which we haven't done in forever mind you, for no reason?"

"Yes, boyfriends can do that but I hate to be a buzzkill but if you have some bad news can you just tell me now then we can laugh it off and eat dessert..." dropping his voice a few octaves he leaned in and whispered huskily "...or you know, be dessert"

Quickly jumping away from him, "nononono, can we- can we um maybe not do that. Just cuddle up and watch a movie or something"

"Okay yeah sure, but whatever it is can you just tell me now because I'm starting to worry. You have that guilty face on and you've prolonged this as long as you possibly could. What could you have done that's caused so mu-"

"I was with someone!"

Again.

It was as if you could hear his glass heart drop and break into a thousand pieces, his perfect illusion of his lover replaced by unwanted images of his lover kissing someone that wasn't him. Words caught in a fight with his sobs, both wanting to escape but neither have the courage to. His eyes fighting the salty rivers that were begging to flow freely. How could he do this again? He remembered that moment on the steps, enjoying a nice afternoon picnic with Blaine. The sincere look on his face when he told him he couldn't cheat again. His eyes, those hazel eyes that could tell a thousand stories, express a thousand emotions. He should never had taken him back 'once a cheat, always a cheat'; isn't that what they said. Well it sure applied to Blaine. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. How they were supposed to end. They were supposed to get their happily ever after, in a palace with kids and a dog or two. This person right in front of him was supposed to be his Prince Charming, his saviour, his forever.

Forever.

Just cluster of sounds that creatively arranged themselves to break his heart. Just one word that can ultimately lead to broken promises along with many broken hearts - his among many - in its path. Nothing lasts forever right? But they were supposed to. They were supposed to break statistics. Prove everyone who ever said they were wrong just how right they were, how happy they were. Show all the jerks and Neanderthals just how much true love can concur.

True love.

What is true love? What they had? What they were supposed to have shared? Was it the long late night calls about nothing just to hear each other's voices? The cute nicknames that no-one else understood. Cuddles and shy kisses just because you could. Feeling secure and safe in their arms. The idea that although you have given them your heart, they have also given you theirs with just as much trust. The act of making love. Romantic comedy movie cliché moments. The feeling that you can take on the world and its axis no matter what it throws at you; as long you were by their side. Was that true love?

No, because that's what they had and look how he ended up... Heartbroken. Alone. How could the person that saved you, helped you get back on track; be the exact same person to rip your heart out and stamp on it? How could his knight, his Prince Charming, his only remaining reason of living break him? He was supposed to be different. Not like the rest of them. And he wasn't. He was worse.

And he couldn't take it.

So he walked away.

Away from his lover.

Away from his hero.

From his heart, soul and last remaining source of happiness.

Away from his reason to live.

So he walked away and didn't look back...All because of four words... The same four words that made him walk away the first time.

Because of four words he walked away from Blaine.

Again.