"It's not you.. It's me". Kurt shuddered as he remembered the words Blaine said to him last night. Those five words that end's a relationship. Those horrible five words that noone wants to hear. He woke up this morning feeling jaded and possibly like he might have been dreaming the whole thing. Blaine didn't dump him? Why would he dump him? He thought thier relationship was perfect. Rock solid. But alas, Blaine had finished with him. "I'm in love with someone else". Blaine sighed as he took hold of Kurt's hand. His hand was cold and sweaty but Kurt didn't want Blaine to ever let go. Please don't let go.

"Your.. cheating on me?" Kurt tried to stop himself from crying. He didn't want Blaine to know just how much his heart was hearting at this moment. He gripped on tightly to Blaine's cold hand because he didn't want to be alone again. "Your... leaving me?".

Blaine looked at Kurt straight in the eyes. He had no emotion. Kurt couldn't tell whether he was gutted about ending the relationship or jumping for joy. Blaine had beautiful eyes and he wanted them to be his beautiful eyes forever. But Blaine was ending it. "I love you so much Kurt Hummel and I know one day you make a man a fabulous boyfriend... But that man isn't me. I don't love you anymore.. ".

The words cut into Kurt's heart like a knife. But still, he gripped onto Blaine's hand. Blaine was hurting him immensly with these horrible, cheap words but Kurt loved him, would always probably love him. He gripped furthermore onto Blaine's hand and was surprised that Blaine hadn't pulled away by now. "You don't love me? But.. you only told me last night after we made love.. You said 'I love you Kurt' and now.. you just don't?".

Blaine sighed and carried on looking at Kurt directly in the eyes. He was speaking from the heart, Kurt could see that. He didn't want to end this. Maybe he was just having a bad day? Maybe he just needed a break. Kurt could give him that. Some time off- we all need it sometimes. But then the final words that made Kurt want to stab Blaine in the eyes came and they hit him like a ton of bricks. "I'm moving to Canada.. with Cheryl.. We're in love and we're getting married".

Cheryl. Fucking Cheryl Roberts. Kurt always knew that bitch would ruin his life, right from the moment that met two years ago at Princeton University. They became best friends, but gradually, they had fallen apart. Blaine still remained close to her though and always met up with her. But now.. they are in love? Moving to Canada? Getting married? "Your.. lying". I knew from the way Blaine was looking at me that he wasn't lying. He was being deadly serious. But I just had to hear him tell me he was lying. Please tell me your lying.

But they never came. Instead., he loosened my grip on his hand and then walked away. He closed the door behind him.

And then I cried. For hours. I just cried. And then.. I saw sense.

"Damn bastard messing with my boy Kurt, Imma chop his balls off and feed them to him" Mercedes violently said as she comforted Kurt at the flat that he was once shared with Blaine. Once shared. Not anymore. Kurt didn't know if Blaine was ever going to come back. Kurt wasn't sure if he wanted Blaine to come back. Kurt appreciated the comfort from his best friends Mercedes Jones who had been his rock since they meet at McKinley High School just six years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago, but the pair remained best friends. Of course, they'd had thier rows and at one point they hadn't spoken for 6 months. But the pair were now stronger then ever and Kurt appreciated Mercede's bolshiness because quite honestly he could do with a slap to stop him crying over Blaine.

Blaine fucking Anderson.

Blaine fucking Anderson who Kurt loved.

Blaine fucking Anderson who Kurt loved so much that it hurt now that he wasn't here.

Blaine fucking Anderson who Kurt loved so much that it hurt now he wasn't here even though Blaine was always the selfish one in the relationship.

He'd miss Blaine alot. He'd miss the hugs they shared after long days at work. He'd miss the way Blaine always cooked him a mean meal of Spaghetti Bolognaise when he was upset. He'd also miss Blaine's passionate kisses they'd have before settling into bed. But damn, why was he so upset? They'd only made love last night but they hadn't connected sexually for months. Maybe a year even. Sure, they'd have the sex and it would be good. Even just brilliant sometimes. But sex.. was meant to be mind blowing. Fantastic. On top of the world.. And he'd never experienced that with Blaine.

Blaine had been the only guy he'd ever slept with.

So yeay, Kurt would miss him. Alot. He'd miss Blaine. But he wouldn't miss Blaine's selfishness when it came to sex. And he wouldn't miss Blaine leaving his dirty underwear around rhe flat.

"It's not worth it Mercedes" I sighed as he continued to wrap her large arm around me. "I just.. need some time. This flat.. These four walls.. They drive me insane.. Agh.. I need to get the fuck out of Ohio".

And then Kurt's other best friend Quinn came around and suggested something which made a whole lot of sense to Kurt.

"Let's go to London. Tomorrow. I'll book the flights and pay with Puck's card. God Know's he has it fucking coming to him" Quinn suggested as the three of them sat on Kurt's large sofa eating Vanilla Icecream whilst watching a violent movie which made Kurt shudder. "Lets get out of Ohio.. for what, a week? Two weeks? A month?"

"That sounds.. " Kurt began to say, but he was quite rudely cut off by Mercedes.

"FRIGGING AMAZING CHICK!" Mercedes bellows. Fuck our jobs. Fuck the boys. Pucks a useless selfish wanker who doesn't deserve the love of someone as fabulous and brilliant as you Quinnie and Blaine.. You should'nt be crying over Blaine Kurt, you should be getting out there and trying out different lads!"

Kurt blushed at the thought.

"And what better way to celebrate your singledom by bedding hunky British blokes!" Mercedes laughed "Quinn, book the planes. Stat. We is going to London baby!"

"I can't believe we are actually doing this!" Kurt said as he linked arms with his girls Mercedes and Quinn as they walked through Ohio Airport ready to board a plane to London Gatwick. The three of them were closer now in recent months. He'd lost contact with Quinn after leaving school but strangely they met again when they both landed jobs at Ralph Lauren Kurt as a stylish, of course, and Quinn as a Personal Assistant. And now Quinn was like the sister he'd never had. And Mercedes, well, she was just too God damn fabulous to cut of your life. He'd always have Mercedes. He knew that even when he was an old man- Mercedes would be there, with her walking stick, cheering him up with her fabulous way of words. He was so lucky to have not one, but two best friends. "It's mental!"

Quinn laughed a cheeky, cute laugh. "It's totally mental. But we deserve it!". Quinn had been married to Noah 'Puck' Puckerman for nearly five years now but the man was a total cad and was always cheating on Quinn- even with people she knew and loved. Her own friends. She'd caught him seven times in the space of 5 years but had always taken him back. Perhaps she was too weak or maybe Puck was just too special for her to let go. But, no, after catching Puck in bed with her former roommate Crystal she'd decided it was the last straw. So she'd left the flat without telling Puck, taking all his credit cards with him and she wouldn't return to him again. And maybe, just maybe, she might find a nice, gentle British soul out there to make her happy.

Or at least make her cum.

"Totally, chicks" Mercedes said as they sat down in the waiting area of thier gate. "Let's get to London and have a blast. Forget the troubles with Blaine, Puck or whatever god Damn fucking troubles there are.. and let's just fun, right?"

"Right!" Kurt and Quinn agreed as the three of them hugged tightly.