[A/N] So I kind of stopped writing for ages because of exams and revision and all the jazz and by the time I got back around to it, I'd lost interest in my stories. So I thought I'd start fresh, and this idea actually came to me whilst I was sitting in an exam twiddling my thumbs. I've got quite a few ideas for where this could lead and so I hope it turns out alright. Oh, and just so everyone knows, I do like Blaine (and Darren Criss. Starkid all the way!) and when I write Blaine like I have in this chapter I feel like a traitor. But it's part of the plot and had to happen so please don't kill me! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I have started writing a second one and I plan to put it up if I get no negative feedback on this one. But please feel free to give any constructive critism or good reviews. I thrive off both! I'm waffling, so I'm going to let you read it now! Enjoy :)

Kurt Hummel's life was perfect as far as he was concerned. He had a perfect family who loved him and supported him on all of his decisions and choices. He had amazing friends who were always there for him and accepted him despite his flaws. He had an amazing boyfriend who called him before bed and complimented him spontaneously to make him feel good. He'd finally returned to McKinley after his bully had apologised and was now being protected by 'The Bullywhips'. No one touched him any more. They didn't even say the hurtful things that they'd usually say when he strutted confidently down the corridor. His life was perfect.

However, his dad had always said that if something was too good to be true then it probably wasn't. And of course, his dad was always right.

It had been a month since Kurt had transferred back to McKinley and he was already hyped up on the plans he was arranging to stay in touch with Blaine. Although they called and texted one another regularly, Kurt wanted more time with his boyfriend. He wanted to be able to meet him face to face. He wanted to feel Blaine's firm grasp on his hand and his kisses littering his face. He didn't want to drift apart from Blaine.

His original plan was to surprise Blaine after school. Blaine had texted him and said not to call or text because he had Warbler practise and he had to be 100% focused so he was as prepared as he could be for regionals. Kurt took this as the perfect opportunity to drive to Dalton and surprise Blaine. He drove the fairly long journey there and planned to wait until he thought his practise would be over, checking his appearance several times in the mirror before getting out of the car and heading into the building. He was quite early considering that the Warblers didn't usually finish for another 20 minutes, but he was willing to wait. He was surprised to see that Wes was there, strolling down the corridor in Kurt's direction. He gave Kurt a friendly smile.

"Hey, Kurt. Long time, no see. How's McKinley?" he asked.

"Oh, it's great. I did love Dalton, but I guess I really missed my friends. Erm, aren't the Warblers practising tonight?" Kurt replied, his head cocked to one side in confusion. Wes was one of the upperclassmen who was on the council for the group and he was meant to attend every practise.

"No, practise is tomorrow," Wes explained, narrowing his eyes with curiosity at the blue eyed boy.

"I see. Have you seen Blaine then? I kind of came to surprise him, but I thought he was at practise."

"He's probably in his dorm. I think he was helping Sebastian practise his solo," Wes told him.

"Sebastian?" asked Kurt, curiously. Blaine had never mentioned anybody called Sebastian, nor was there a Sebastian attending Dalton when Kurt was there, as far as he knew.

"Yeah, new Warbler. He's been here a couple of weeks now and Blaine's sort of took him under his wing. They get on surprisingly well considering Blaine's used to getting all of the solos," he said with a chuckle. Kurt forced a chuckle too.

"Thanks, Wes. It's been good seeing you! Good luck with regionals."

"And you Kurt. Hope you find Blaine!"

With that, Kurt took off in the direction of the dorms. He guessed that technically helping someone with a solo was Warbler practise, so Blaine hadn't exactly lied to him, but he hadn't said he was with this Sebastian. And if Blaine had took the new kid under his wing then why hadn't he told Kurt? He told Kurt everything that happened at Dalton. Kurt hadn't even known there was a new kid!

He found his way to the dorm and was about to knock when he heard voices. One he could tell was Blaine's, but the other he didn't recognise and assumed was Sebastian's.

"Look, I can't keep doing this. I feel bad," Kurt heard Blaine say.

"But you want it, Blaine. What he doesn't know won't hurt him," said the mystery voice.

"Seb, I can't keep lying to him. He's my boyfriend!"

Kurt now understood that they were discussing him, but what was Blaine lying about? About Warbler practise? Because Kurt was pretty sure this was the only time he'd lied about that.

"Blaine, he's not going to find out. C'mon, don't worry about it," said Sebastian. There was a short pause before he continued. "I want you Blaine and you want me. Kurt won't find out about us. Unless you plan on telling him?"

"God no! It'd break his heart..." Blaine muttered.

"Then it's all good. We carry on with this and we don't tell anybody. That way we both get what we want and nobody gets hurt."

"I don't know..."

"Will this help?" Sebastian said, his voice only just loud enough for Kurt to hear it. Then it was quiet and Kurt's heart was pounding hard against his chest. He knew what was going on. He knew what the conversation had meant, but he had to be sure. He left it a couple of seconds, but when he heard a small whimper followed by a moan he slowly pushed the door open. The boys didn't notice that Kurt was watching them and continued their embrace. Kurt stood in the doorway, watching as his boyfriend kissed another boy, his hands clutching the taller boy's back and his eyes shut tightly. They boy, named Sebastian, had one hand cupping Blaine's face and the other loosening his gelled hair. They were both leaning on one arm of a sofa, Sebastian nearly sitting on it with Blaine on top of him. Kurt took in the sight as the two continued the kiss, his eyes tearing and his heart pounding. He wasn't sure whether to stop them, to inform them that he was there or to just run and not say anything. He thought the second option was best for now as he couldn't think of talking to Blaine. How long had this been going on? How long had he been flat out lying to Kurt?

Kurt turned and ran as quietly as possible away from the scene, leaving the two boys oblivious to the fact that he was even there.

His eyes were glazed with tears as he reached his car and he rested his head against the steering wheel, allowing tears to fall. He had to get away from there, but he didn't want to go home. He couldn't face his dad or Carole or Finn asking him what the matter was. Instead he just drove, not particularly knowing where he was going. He found himself at the park in the end and settled himself on a bench, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head on them.

He'd caught his boyfriend cheating on him. He didn't know what the correct reaction was. Should he be yelling and shouting at Blaine or crying to himself? Should he be eating ice cream and watching sad films or playing sad songs on his iPod? Right at the moment he didn't want to think. Blaine was right. Finding out had broken his heart. He thought that Blaine loved him and cared about him. He thought he was 'The One'. Obviously, Kurt didn't read the signs right, because Sebastian had said that Blaine wanted him and he didn't disagree. Why wasn't Kurt good enough for him?

He was too busy in his own thoughts to notice his surroundings. His head was still tucked into his knees and he let out a few sniffs and whimpers as he attempted to control his tears. He suddenly jumped as he heard a familiar voice.

"Hummel?" said the low voice and Kurt's head snapped up to see his former bully, Dave Karofsky, standing with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. His eyebrows were raised as his surveyed Kurt's tear stained face and messy hair.

Kurt wasn't scared that he was alone with Dave Karofsky. After the whole Bullywhips and Dave's apology not long ago, Kurt believed that Dave was truly sorry and he'd not been horrible to Kurt since. In fact, Dave seemed happier than he was before, even though he hid it behind his serious face and clenched fists.

"David," Kurt mumbled, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.

"Are you alright?" Dave asked with genuine concern. "You look rough."

Kurt's response was burying his head back in his jeans and continuing to sob. Dave cursed himself for that comment and immediately corrected himself.

"Shit, I didn't mean it like that! Please don't cry!" Dave said and Kurt sniffed in.

"No, it's not that," Kurt muttered. "It's not you, I'm sorry. I'm just a little upset and things are starting to settle in."

Dave took a seat beside Kurt and offered him a sad smile. "You wanna talk about it?"

Kurt glanced at Dave with confusion. "I don't think you want to hear about my problems, David."

"Try me," challenged Dave. Kurt wasn't sure how he felt about sharing this issue with Dave. He barely knew him that well and he wasn't sure how comfortable Dave would be with Kurt talking about his boyfriend.

"It's about Blaine," Kurt murmured, watching Dave's expression to see if he'd change his mind about it.

"What did he do? He being an ass?" Dave asked, frowning.

"He... ch-cheated," Kurt stammered, before covering his face with his hands and allowing some silent tears to fall.

"He..." started Dave, furrowing his brow as he comprehended the information. "He did what?"

"I went to Dalton to surprise him after Warbler practise and it turned out Warbler practise wasn't even on. He lied about it. So I went to find him and he was talking to this guy. I didn't really get what he was saying at first, he was talking about lying to me. I thought it was maybe about Warbler practise, but then they were talking about wanting each other. Blaine said he felt bad, but then the other guy k-kissed him. They didn't know I saw. I got out of there before they could find out," Kurt explained. He wasn't sure why he was telling this to his former-bully, but it felt good telling someone. "I thought he loved me..."

"Kurt... that is fucked up! What the fuck is wrong with that preppy dip-shit?" Dave exclaimed, hesitating about comforting Kurt and ending with just turning slightly and giving his arm a comforting squeeze. Kurt gave a feeble smile at his attempt at comfort and Dave's name for Blaine.

"I guess I'm just not good enough for him?" Kurt questioned to himself.

"Not good enough? How could you not be good enough for someone? You're like... fucking amazing! Preppy is some fucking idiot. I don't see how someone could give up on a boyfriend like you," the jock said, attempting to shut himself up before he said something he really regretted.

"Thanks... I don't even know why you're listening to me moan. You don't have to suffer from my troubles."

Dave shook his head immediately. "No, don't worry about it. I know we've not exactly got the best past, but if you need someone to have a good rant to then I'm a good ear."

Kurt was about to thank David when he felt a buzz in his pocket. He straightened his leg to retrieve his phone from his tight jeans and threw his phone on the grass when he saw who it was from.

"That him?" Dave asked quietly. Kurt nodded, his lips clamped together tightly. Dave stood up and walked over to the phone, bending to pick it up. He pressed a button on the iPhone to view the display. It was from that preppy douche.

Blaine – Hey baby, can I call you later? I miss the sound of your voice :( xx

Dave took the phone back over to the bench and sat back down next to the singer. They sat in silence for a few moments before Dave spoke. "Did you want me to kick his ass?"

"No, it's fine," Kurt said with a feeble chuckle. "I'll just bitch at him later."

"I feel like I should make sure you get home alright," the footballer said with a sad smile.

"You don't have to. You've done enough. Anyway, I came in my car."

"Good job I walked then. C'mon, it's getting late," Dave said and stood up, waiting for Kurt to follow. Kurt obliged and untangled his arms from his bent legs, standing up and wiping his face. They walked side by side in a comfortable silence and found their way to Kurt's car. Dave offered his hand and Kurt understood, taking out his keys and putting them in Dave's palm, before climbing in the passenger door. Dave got into the drivers seat and put the keys in to start the ignition.

"Thank you, David," whispered Kurt. Dave's eyebrows knotted together and he stole a glance at the boy. "You didn't have to do this. Heck, anyone else would have just left me be. Especially considering our past. But thanks, you've made me feel a lot better. I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything, Kurt. I think it's me who owes you," the taller boy insisted as they pulled up at the Hudson-Hummel household.

"Thanks for getting me home okay," said Kurt as Dave handed him his keys and the phone which he still had stuffed in his pocket, when they'd got out the car.

"It's fine. Good luck bitching out the douche," Dave said with a slight smirk.

"Trust me, I'm going to enjoy it," said Kurt. He hesitated, but pulled Dave into a short hug. Dave was surprised by the sudden embrace, but accepted it straight off.

"I'll see you at school?" Dave muttered when Kurt let him go.

"Yeah, see you then," was the boy's reply and he gave a short wave before heading into the house.

Dave walked off in the direction of his own house as Kurt entered the home, clutching his phone in his hand. Now was the hard part. Talking to Blaine.

"Hey there gorgeous! I'm glad you called," Blaine said when he picked up the phone, later that evening.

"How was practise?" Kurt asked sharply. He heard Blaine pause at Kurt's tone.

"Y-yeah, it was good.," was Blaine's reply. "Er, is something wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just wondering - correct me if I'm wrong - but Warbler practise doesn't usually involve playing tonsil tennis with other Warblers!" Kurt snapped. He was sure he heard Blaine gulp.

"W-what? What are you talking about, Kurt?"

"Don't play dumb! I was at Dalton today, I heard what you said and I saw you macking lips with that... that... meerkat! I can't believe you, Blaine. I thought you were better than that!" he fired.

"Kurt... I can explain..." Blaine started, but Kurt had had enough.

"No! You cannot explain! I thought you and I had something. I thought you loved me. How could you?"

"Kurt, it's honestly not what it looked like..."

"Oh really? 'Cause my boyfriend sharing spit with a boy who isn't me is totally not what it looks like," Kurt exclaimed, raising his voice slightly.

"I-I didn't want you to find out like that," whispered Blaine.

"Just... tell me one thing," Kurt mumbled, his voice much lower and quieter. "Did I even mean anything to you or was I just there? Did you actually love me?"

"Of course you mean something to me. You mean so much to me, Kurt. I love you," Blaine said, his voice sounding slightly off.

"Then why did you do it?" Kurt muttered, his voice barely audible now.

"I-I... I guess I just..." Blaine started, but trailed off.

"You loved him more," Kurt finished for him. Blaine didn't reply so Kurt took this as confirmation. "Well, thanks for telling me Blaine. I can see how much I meant to you considering you lied to me!"

"Kurt, I care about you a lot. You're my boyfriend and I-"

"Was your boyfriend," Kurt corrected.

"But I..."

"Just cut the crap. You love him more than you love me. I hope your very happy together," Kurt snapped. He didn't even wait for Blaine's reply before he hung up, throwing the phone onto his bed in anger.

He slammed his hands to his head and caressed his forehead with his fingers. Tears began spilling from his eyes and he let himself fall back into his desk chair. He wasn't sure what he could do now. He was tempted to call his best friend Mercedes, but he wasn't sure if he could do that just yet. He wasn't sure if he was ready to discuss further into things yet and he was sure Mercedes would want all of the details. He could call Rachel, but she was the biggest gossip he knew and he was sure every one else would know by lunch time. Kurt wasn't sure he wanted people to find out and take pity on him. Everyone was already wary of what they said due to his sexuality, so if they knew he was going through a break up then it would only make that worse. Finn would probably feel uncomfortable discussing Kurt's love life and he was worried that his brother would be too protective and offer to kick Blaine's ass like Dave had done.

Wait...

Before he could think of what he was doing, he ran across the landing to Finn's room, making sure it was empty first, and entered. He found Finn's phone on his bedside table and found the number he was looking for in his contacts. He dialled the number into his own phone and rushed back to his own room before Finn found him.

He rang the number before he could back out and waited as the phone rang.