Kurt yawned and stretched as he reached into the overhead locker to retrieve his hand luggage. He smiled tiredly and thanked his flight attendant as he exited the plane.

Kurt began to think that maybe he should feel a little bad about leaving Blaine at the altar with just a short note that read:

Blaine

I'm sorry I can't marry you. I saw your bachelor party pics. I forgave you for cheating once but I can't twice. I hope he was worth it. Have a great life with your whore.

Kurt

Kurt didn't feel bad though. He felt betrayed and heartbroken and realized that taking the surprise honeymoon that he had planned for him and his new husband alone was the best idea ever. Everyone would have so many questions that he wasn't yet ready to answer. He needed the escape.

Kurt looked around the Phuket terminal as he collected his luggage from the carousel. It was very underwhelming and stunk of mildew from the high humidity.

Due to the late hour Kurt was fortunate to clear customs quickly and he admired the stamp in his brand new passport as he headed for the exit.

As the doors slid open the humidity hit him the face like a brick wall. He removed his light jacket as tuk tuk vendors raced at him, all screaming over the top of each other, vying for his business.

Kurt waved them away politely and approached the casually dressed gentleman holding a sign which read 'Hummel-Anderson'. He sighed over what might have been and shook the man's hand.

"I'm Kurt Hummel," he introduced himself. "I'm going to the DusitD2 Patong Resort please."

The driver nodded and collected Kurt's luggage. He opened his door for him before loading the luggage into the back and taking his seat behind the wheel.

Kurt smiled with relief as the air conditioning hit him. He sank back into his seat as the car started, and gazed out the window. He could see very little in the dark but what he could make out was very different from the bustle and bright lights of New York City.

40 minutes later he was checking into his hotel, sipping slowly on a peculiar tasting glass of fruit punch as the smiling receptionist explained the hotel amenities and gave him his key card.

A polite,well-dressed employee took his luggage and led him to his room. Kurt tipped him before closing the door and turning on the air conditioner. Suddenly exhausted, he frowned as he gazed at the rose petal heart decorating the monstrous king sized bed that sat in the centre of his luxurious room.

In that moment it finally hit him that Blaine Anderson had cheated on him again!

He swept the petals off the bed, angrily bursting into tears as they scattered to the floor.

How could Blaine cheat again? And with a cheap stripper? How could Sam, who was supposed to be Kurt's friend too, just stand there watching and taking photos instead of stopping him?

Sam must have known how hurt and betrayed Kurt would feel. Kurt wondered how Sam could be so stupid and thoughtless as to lend Kurt his phone to make last minute honeymoon plans when his photos were open to a picture of Blaine receiving a blow job from a tatted-up skanky looking whore!

Kurt hadn't meant to look through the rest of the photos. (It wasn't like he wanted to see pictures of his fiancé laughing into the camera as he topped his slut, something he never wanted to do with Kurt.) It was just that he couldn't believe his eyes.

Kurt threw himself on the bed and screamed into his pillow, now crying hysterically as the images flashed through his mind, but it didn't help. He laid there sobbing for what seemed like hours before finally gaining the courage to turn on his phone. He had 23 text messages and 39 voicemails. He deleted them all without even checking who they were from, choosing only to text his dad. He knew Burt would be terribly worried but would have a million questions that Kurt had no answers to. The text was short:

Dad,

I'm sorry. I love you. Trust me I'm safe and I'll be in touch soon.

Kurt turned off his phone, stripped down to his boxers, and crawled into the huge bed, sobbing softly as he fell into a restless sleep. Tomorrow was a new day after all, and Kurt would be spending it in paradise.

Kurt slept late the next morning waking to the laughter and screaming of children splashing and playing in the swimming pool outside his terrace. He smiled softly at the sound before rolling out of bed to shower. He dressed casually, paying extra attention to his skin care regime in order to relieve the red puffiness of his eyes.

Within an hour, with a hat, sunglasses, and sunscreen on, he was crossing the busy street to the Otop Markets. He bought some banana pancakes - a late breakfast - from a crowded street vendor, savouring them as sat people watching and snapping photographs.

The market was crowded and lively; a mix of bars, restaurants and stalls, selling a variety of counterfeit brand name goods including clothes, DVDs and hand bags. Kurt found the quality mostly below par but did find a jeweled 'lucky' elephant figurine that he thought Carole might like. He haggled with the stall owner, getting it for an exceptional price before going in search of a cool drink to help him survive the heat.

He sat down after ordering a piña colada from a bar; throwing the cold, fruity beverage back quickly. He was on vacation and decided he deserved it. He needed it. He was heartbroken and unaccustomed to this humidity.The drink was sweet and refreshing. He chatted to the friendly bartender, gazing around the market as he ordered a second beverage, which hesipped slowly this time.

Kurt looked up from his drink as a large, noisy group of American guys passed by laughing and joking. He swore he recognized the man in the centre of the ruckus but they were gone before he could be certain. Maybe it was the alcohol or the heat, but unless he was mistaken Kurt could have sworn he had just spotted his old high school rival, Sebastian Smythe, in a Phuket market place. He shrugged it off without giving it further thought. He ordered a third drink, finishing it before returning, a little buzzed, to his room.

Kurt sighed as entered his room; the coolness of the air conditioning a welcome relief. He slipped off his sandals and sank down on his freshly made bed, looking around. His room was spacious and tastefully decorated with polished timber floors and high quality furnishings. An enormousflat screen television hung on the wall opposite his bed. Kurt turned it on, flicking through the stations until he found a music channel that he liked. He lay back, singing along to a couple of the songs until Pink's Perfect came on.

It had been his and Blaine's driving duet, and hearing it fuelled his anger. He turned off the t.v. in disgust and picked up his phone. He turned it on, ignoring the ridiculous amount of new messages, and dialed Blaine's number.

Blaine answered almost immediately.

"Kurt!Baby, oh thank God! It's so good to hear from you. I love you, baby. I'm so sorry. Where are you? Are you okay? Come home, honey.It's not too late.We can still get married."

"For fuck's sake, Blaine!" Kurt screamed into the phone. "Shut the fuck up!"

"Okay," Blaine responded timidly.

"How could you? How could you cheat on me again?" Kurt continued to scream angrily. "I already forgave you once. We were going to get married and be happy and you broke it Blaine. You broke us!"

"I'm sorry," Blaine mumbled quietly,feeling ashamed of himself. "It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to..."

Kurt cut him off hysterically.

"An accident?" he scoffed. "Your cock just accidentally fucked his mouth and his ass? Are you kidding me? Was he good, Blaine? Was he better than me? Was he worth it?"

"No," Blaine mumbled.

"We are over, Blaine! Delete my number, my email, my Facebook, whatever, and forget I exist because I never want to lay eyes on you again! You disgust me!"

Kurt heard Blaine, now crying, begin to apologize again as he ended the call.

He turned his phone off, refusing to cry. He was on vacation in beautiful Thailand and was not going to waste anymore of his precious time pining over his cheating ex.

Kurt got up, washed his face,reapplyed sunscreen, changed quickly, and headed out to the pool.

He smiled as he dived elegantly below the water's surface. To hell with Blaine.

He was Kurt Hummel and he was fabulous.