The sun was just starting to set outside the huge windows in the loft in Bushwick. Kurt was sitting on the couch in the loft, a blanket wrapped around him, his feet curled under him. The DVD of Moulin Rouge was paused on the TV set. The tip of Kurt's nose was pink and his eyes were bloodshot. His phone sat on the coffee table along with several crumpled and discarded tissues. He looked exhausted.

Kurt heard a knock on the door and he flinched.

"Santana could you get that?" Kurt called toward the kitchen, his voice hoarse.

Santana shot a worried glance at Kurt and moved toward the door which she opened to find a very serious looking Adam Crawford.

"Come on in Sherlock," she muttered. "He's in the living room. He's been like this all day."

"I'll let him explain why," she said softly.

Adam walked over to the sofa where Kurt was sitting and stood there awkwardly.

"Thank you for coming, Adam. I know this isn't easy for you." Kurt gestured toward a large box with the name "Adam" written on it.

"No, not really," said Adam sadly. "But right now I'm more concerned about you."

"I've lost the right to tell you my troubles," said Kurt, avoiding Adam's gaze in an attempt to keep it together.

"Humor me one more time," said Adam.

Kurt reached over and picked up his phone, which he then held out to Adam.

"Someone sent me this photo," said Kurt. "You can look at it if you want, but it's pretty explicit."

Adam nodded somberly. He looked down at the image lighting up the screen, and gasped at the photo of a short young man with slick gelled black hair and thick distinctive eyebrows, with…

with someone's cock in his mouth.

It was Blaine, and he was looking up with a smirk at a slim, rather unmemorable looking young man with straight brown hair.

The message was from someone named Eli.

Sorry to do this to you Kurt but you deserve to know the truth. Can't believe I fell for Blaine's bullshit again. He told me you had broken up last fall and he told me that again last night. For what it's worth I'm sorry.

Adam looked up at Kurt with a sad and stunned expression.

"I took a chance," said Kurt with a shrug. "I had a choice to make and I chose Blaine. Obviously I chose wrong."

Kurt took his phone back and scrolled over to another message.

This is all your fault Kurt. If you hadn't cheated on me with Elliott I never would have been lonely enough to go to Scandals. It's just like Chandler all over again. I hope you're happy.

Adam felt as if the breath were knocked out of his lungs. Did he really want to hear about this right now? Or at all? Was Kurt, who seemed to be so sweet and kind, really just a user? And if he was, why did Kurt look so upset?

Was Adam lucky to have gotten out when he did?

"I didn't cheat on Blaine," Kurt spit out angrily. "I never cheated on Blaine. He's full of shit."

He looked up at Adam with a questioning look.

"You can tell me," said Adam. "It's okay."

"Elliot is a guy I'm starting a band with," Kurt began. "And I've been talking about him a lot, and Blaine got really jealous. I mean he's gorgeous and talented and amazing, but I was just excited to have a new friend, I wasn't even….."

Kurt took a breath.

"Go on," said Adam.

"Well after you asked me to leave the Apples, I needed some place to sing."

"After I what?" said Adam, confused.

"After you asked me to leave the Apples," said Kurt, angry fire sparking in his eyes. "Why are you making me say it again?"

"I never did any such thing," said Adam. "To be honest I thought about it but I thought you had just…"

"Just what," asked Kurt.

Adam swallowed.

"Just dumped all of us, like you had dumped me."

Kurt's face crumpled.

Adam felt terrible but it was the truth.

"But Blaine gave me your note," said Kurt.

"I never left you a note," said Adam quietly.

"Son of a bitch," said Kurt. "He lied to keep me away from you. He knew you were a…"

Kurt pressed his lips together and stopped.

"A what?" asked Adam.

"A temptation," Kurt whispered, looking away.

Adam looked pained.

Kurt wiped his eyes and sat up. He took off the blanket he had wrapped around himself and stood up, his expression changing from devestation to something more determined.

"Excuse me," Kurt said in a cold voice, taking his phone and heading behind the curtain to his bedroom.

Adam could hear every word when Kurt made the call.

"Blaine."

"Fuck you."

A pause.

"No, seriously, fuck you. And fuck your hair gel and fuck your eyebrows and fuck your attitude. We are through. I don't ever want to see your sorry ass again."

Another pause.

"Yeah, I just found out that the note you gave me from Adam was a lie. I can't believe you would do that to me! What is wrong with you!?"

Pause.

"WHAT!?"

"That is just bullshit, Blaine. I never touched Elliott and you know it."

Santana came out of the kitchen, her mouth hanging open in surprise, sharing a stunned look with Adam.

Adam could only look back at her helplessly.

"No, Blaine, fuck you. I'm going to give your ring to Santana to give back to you. She's going to be in Lima next weekend for her cousin's wedding."

Another pause.

"Well that's just too fricking bad, Blaine, because I am done with you."

Santana and Adam looked helplessly at each other as they heard the sound of Kurt sobbing come through the curtain.

Santana put a hand on Adam's arm even though he wasn't moving anyway, and moved to stand right outside Kurt's room.

"Kurt? Can I come in?" she asked.

Kurt opened up the wall of fabric.

"I'm sorry you guys," said Kurt.

"Why are you sorry that the hobbit is a skank?" asked Santana disdainfully.

"He said it was my fault because I kept talking about Elliott," answered Kurt.

Santana pressed her lips together.

"What," said Kurt in an ice cold voice.

"Well, the way you two look at each other….."

Santana's words trailed off.

"Just how do we look at each other, Santana. He's my friend."

"I'm sorry. It's none of my business," said Santana.

"Maybe I should go," said Adam.

And another knock was heard at the door.

"I'll get that," said Santana. She walked over and opened the door.

"Speak of the devil," she said, rolling her eyes.

Elliott Gilbert was standing in the doorway with a folder in his hands.

"Is this a bad time?" said Elliott. "I just wanted to give Kurt his sheet music back. He left it at the diner. It looks like it's for his music theory class and I thought it was important."

Kurt let out a heavy sigh and although he tried to hold back the tears, he started to cry again.

"Kurt, what's wrong? Did this guy do something to you?" Elliott asked, glaring daggers at Adam.

"No!" said Kurt. "No Elliott, it was Blaine."

"Well this is my cue to go," muttered Adam.

"No, please," said Kurt, his voice cracking again on the word.

"Santana," said Kurt, steeling himself. "I need to talk to Adam and Elliott alone. Do you think you can handle that?" Kurt sounded bitter.

Santana opened her mouth to make a retort, but thought better of it.

"Sure Kurt. I'm supposed to go over to Dani's place in an hour anyway. I can leave early."

"Thank you," said Kurt quietly.

"And I'm sorry if I made you feel like any of the stupid things the hobbit did to you were your fault."

"Could you please just go?" asked Kurt through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I'm going." Santana started to move toward Kurt to give him a hug, but thought better of it and walked over to gather her things instead.

Kurt cleared his throat.

"Adam, I totally understand if you want to run out of here right now and never come back, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd stay and let me clear some things up."

"Okay," said Adam.

"And you too, Elliot," said Kurt.

"Okay," said Elliott, looking confused and a little nervous, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

Santana grabbed her backpack and headed out the door and down the stairs as quickly as she could.