Right, Hello.

So we had decided that we wanted to finish this story by at least the end of August and put it up. However things came up so we've only written around 15 chapters, many are not even in order. Even so we've still decided to put it up now; there will be two chapters after this one that will come a day after eachother. After we upload them we'll go into updating once or twice a week, but it will be consistent.

Anyway, we've worked very hard on what we've got at the moment and we'd love some feedback. We've been writing this since May now, it's been read-over so many times and we think it's pretty good but again, feedback would be lovely.

Enjoy!

One year and 8 months before

Kurt Hummel honestly was just surprising his boyfriend when he walked quietly through the halls of Dalton one more time, a bouquet of beautiful white flowers held in his hand. He saw enough of Blaine at the weekends and even after school, as promised, but when told that McKinley would be having a day off after a pipe blew in the girls toilets (speculated that Santana did the deed in the midst of an argument) he couldn't miss the opportunity of seeing the inside of the regal school once more.

He'd planned everything to the specific detail, as always. He woke up at the normal time for Kurt Hummel, which made sure he had enough time to get ready. He'd selected a casual yet flattering outfit – white top, blue plaid shirt and then those dark jeans that he knew Blaine loved. He'd left the house, greeted with the cold January air hitting his face like a small slap just before 9am so he could find the perfect flowers and get there right when they had morning break.

And, driving in the car, he got those jitters. He didn't know if you could exactly call them jitters, but it was the same feeling he felt before he was going to see Blaine. It was more like butterflies. Just happy butterflies, fluttering around calmly inside of his stomach and making him smile.

God knows why he still got so excited. They'd been dating for over a year now and they'd pretty much learnt everything about each other. In the sense of everything.

... Okay, they did it.

Kurt called it making love. Blaine found that adorable and sometimes did too. They obviously hadn't just dated for two weeks and had sex, no. It was a gentle process, mostly thanks to the Dalton Warbler as he was cautious about how far Kurt wanted to go. They started off slow, gradually exploring more, but Kurt seemed to lose himself and take over. Which, Blaine had learnt to just let him do.

Kurt had to shake his head quickly and grip the steering wheel a little tighter as he thought about it. He smirked a little bit because, while his mind was on it, he began wondering what they'd do later. He knew Blaine had a free house tonight – in fact, he had a free house for the next four days. Another advantage to work-obsessed parents and a brother who was at University.

The two hour trip was slightly boring as usual, but Kurt had recently bought an adapter for his iPod in the car so he just belted out his playlist while driving down the motorway. This included the Wicked Soundtrack, Lady Gaga and even a little Beyoncé. Without needing to say, he got many weird looks at the faces he was pulling, but he pulled up to the majestic private school and here he was, walking to see his boyfriend.

Ah. Boyfriend. Still got him every time.

As soon as he walked down that regal staircase, it was a repeat of his first ever visit to this school. He stuck out like a panda at a Mall. Well, like a sore thumb.

This time though, no one just walked past him. As soon as someone with a familiar little button pinned to their lapel spotted him, they yelped and ran quickly. In a normal school, this would be a bad sign, but when the little button was the emblem of the Warblers, a yellow canary, this meant that the said person was grabbing the rest of the club for a massive group hug.

He wasn't disappointed and after being almost piled on top of in the middle of a hallway, Kurt grinned and escaped, brushing his clothes off. He managed to pull David to the side for a hopefully normal conversation.

"Where you guys heading then?" He grinned, flashing his teeth. David beamed too.

"Cafeteria – you looking for a certain Hobbit?"

Kurt snorted and replied, "If you mean my boyfriend, then yes. Seen him?"

"Uh, I think he was still in the choir room," David said, pointing down the corridor, although Kurt obviously knew where it was. Thanking him, he waggled his fingers to the group of boys, picked up his flowers (carefully set aside for the hug) and set off.

He paused outside the choir room and anxiously checked his breath slightly. Okay, still smelt of cinnamon – exactly the way Blaine liked it.

Smiling, he gently pushed open the door, wondering if Blaine was studying. If he was, he would be seated in his usual chair, facing away from the door and tucked up into the furthest corner of the room. Sure enough, in the corner was a small pile of books, a few pieces of lined paper and a pen – but no Blaine.

And then Kurt heard a small whimper.

It sent shivers down his spine and his heart beat juddered almost irregularly. He knew that noise, it was so familiar-

A tiny moan interrupted his thoughts and there was a small thud.

Kurt's blood ran cold, because he knew he was right, even though his brain screamed at him that he was wrong, that he must be wrong. That was most definitely his boyfriend making those noises. And he only made them when they were making out.

Kurt stepped into the room and looked left. And even though he wanted his eyes to be lying to him, he saw Blaine.

Up against the wall.

Pushed up against the wall.

Arms pinned above his head by someone that wasn't Kurt.

And he was being kissed.

Kurt's breathing hitched and stumbled, stopping all together. His hand froze on the door and the only part of him that moved was his mouth, slowly falling open into a tiny o.

Blaine had squeezed his eyes shut but he suddenly opened them, turning his head away and locking onto Kurt. At that exact moment, it felt as though he had literally taken a jagged piece of wood and ripped it through Kurt's chest, catching skin on the wall and embedding splinters all over him. Everything was rushing at him, all the same time and Kurt realised that he wouldn't be able to stand, he wouldn't be able to hold his stomach and he – couldn't – breathe –

Blaine was kissing another guy.

Kissing-

Another guy-

That wasn't-

Kurt-

His grip on the flowers slipped, letting them drop to the floor. The soft sound of them hitting the floor and the cellophane crackling slightly seemed to pull Blaine from- from whatever the hell he was doing and the guy who Kurt didn't even know, he just continued practically licking his face, almost groping him. Blaine jumped and seemed to gather all his strength, shoving the guy in the chest but when he didn't relent, Blaine pulled a knee up sharply to his crotch, gasping for air.

Kurt's eyes brimmed with tears and he clapped a hand to his mouth the sound echoing throughout the hall. The guy had slipped backwards, hand on his groin and eyes bulging as he grunted in pain.

"Wh…" Kurt tried to say beneath the hand but he couldn't keep it in. He was going to vomit, he knew it.

"Kurt-" Blaine tried to say, tears already trailing down his face. He looked pleading and sad and- and like he wanted comfort?

"No!" Kurt shouted, louder than he should've and he did the only thing he could do – he ran. He turned and sprinted back out the room, up the now empty corridor.

"No, Kurt, stop!" Blaine suddenly yelled, voice breaking he strode forwards quickly, faltering.

Kurt screwed his face up as tears blurred his vision and suddenly a hand grasped his arm. Kurt opened his eyes, a snarl ready to shove Blaine off but found he was staring into the worried eyes of Wes.

"Woah, Kurt, what's-?" He asked quickly and spun around to see Blaine at the other end of the hall, in the doorway of the choir room. But now the tall boy was stood behind him and he grabbed both his shoulders, smiling. Even facing his back, Kurt could see Wes's face contort in anger.

"You!" He yelled at either Blaine or the other guy, Kurt didn't know, but as soon as Wes's hand left his arm, he turned and fled again, ignoring the shouts directed either at him or anyone else. As soon as he exited the building, he almost fell over and, bent at the waist, puked up his guts.

Blaine had- Blaine had cheated on him.

This isn't the typical; Blaine cheats on Kurt, they talk it out, they fall madly in love again. To be honest this chapter is just something that is needed to keep it moving and hey, maybe it will have a happy ending, maybe it won't.

Thank you for reading!