Kurt was lying down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling and thinking back to the wedding.
The wedding was beautiful. It was everything Kurt had hoped it would be. The music was great, but he was biased of course, seeing as some of the singers were his friends.
Yeah, the music was great. He got to sing a song too, not alone though, a duet. A beautiful duet.
A beautiful and haunting duet.
He had danced a lot too, his feet were incredibly sore, but it was worth it. The whole evening was worth it. He wouldn't take anything back, even if he could.
Except, maybe the end.
Kurt could still feel the rain crashing down on his face, could still hear the hard splatters of the rain falling down on the parking lot, could taste the salty tears that were streaming down his face. It was all too much, he screamed. He screamed so hard his throat got sore. He could feel the anger and hurt rushing through his body, he finally let it all out.
And then...
His mouth. Oh god, his mouth. Passionate kisses that wouldn't stop, Kurt couldn't stop. Hands groping, pulling closer, never close enough. The sounds they made, Kurt got shivers just thinking about them and his scent. Kurt had missed the way he smelled so much. So, so much.
He had missed him so much.
Then they woke up from their haze and realised what they were doing. What they shouldn't be doing. Panic.
Kurt closed his eyes and turned on his side, dragging the blanket with him.
Kurt had panicked, he couldn't stop saying that this wasn't him, that he couldn't do this, he wasn't a cheater!
His beautiful face, Kurt had broken it. The light that had come back to his eyes was gone. Blank.
They weren't even filled with hurt, those beautiful and expressive hazel eyes, completely devoid of emotion.
Kurt did the only thing he though he could do to make it all stop, he had run away.
Kurt couldn't even remember how he got home, he just remembered the next morning, trying to listen to his dad and Carole's happy chatter at the breakfast table, Finn still asleep. Kurt could remember rushing to the airport and flying back to New York. The evidence of Rachel being a little hurt that he had left without her, without telling her, was on his cellphone.
Kurt pulled the blankets up to his ear. It did nothing to stop his shivers. Somewhere inside of him he knew he still loved Blaine, he always would. Kurt just couldn't stop thinking about the other person. The other guy that got to see Blaine like that.
When Blaine had sighed Kurt's name when Kurt was kissing down Blaine's jaw, Kurt suddenly got hit with an image of Blaine calling out to someone else.
Kurt still couldn't shake the image out of his mind, it was there every time Kurt went to bed and every time he woke up. He knew how sorry Blaine was for that mistake, but it still had happened.
Kurt felt the covers move next to him, an arm wound itself around Kurt's covered waist, trying to pull him in. "Night, babe." Was whispered sleepily in his ear.
Kurt felt his tears rolling down his cheeks, dropping on the pillow.
"Night, Adam…"
