"I feel like it's been forever…" Mercedes said. She and Kurt were standing side by side in front of the Pierces' fire pit, a week after the party at Rachel's. Each of them was roasting a marshmallow on a long pair of tongs. "We need to catch up soon. I have so much to tell you."

"Me too," Kurt agreed, wishing that he really could tell her everything that had been going on with him lately. Just like he hadn't known when Mercedes and Sam broke up, Mercedes didn't know about him and Blaine's recent problems. They hadn't even been broken up long enough to change their relationship statuses on Facebook.

"We'll have a sleepover soon, just the two of us," Mercedes promised him. "But not this week; I open pretty much every morning."

"That's quite all right,' Kurt assured her, part of him wishing he'd gotten a job himself this summer.

They took their marshmallows away from the flames and stepped over to the nearby picnic table where graham crackers and chocolate were waiting for them. Sam was there putting a s'more together which Kurt had to admit, really impressed him. First Pizza; now this! Sam was really getting away from his food issues. He looked up at Kurt and Mercedes and sort of froze up. Kurt suddenly realized that standing with both of them might be awkward for him. He wanted to assure Sam that Mercedes was blissfully oblivious that Kurt had hooked up with her ex. But that would sort of destroy the point.

"It's such a nice night," Kurt said pleasantly, grabbing a graham cracker, trying to make conversation as if nothing was weird.

Sam pressed his lips together, glancing back and forth between the two of them. "I'm gunna go sit…" He said quickly, and then left them alone.

Mercedes turned and watch Sam walk away. "I'm sorry that was so awkward," She told her friend. "Things ended sort of weirdly between us."

Shit. "I wasn't aware…" Kurt said coyly.

"Yeah…I'll tell you all about it when we have our sleepover."

Kurt could wait.

They took their s'mores over to the fire and were planting themselves on one of the long benches, next to Mike and Tina.

"Did you guys find the chocolate okay?" Britt asked hospitably from the other side of the fire pit. She was quite committed to being a good hostess.

"Yes, Britt. Thank you," Kurt told her. Over her shoulder he could see Blaine and Rachel coming out of the house and crossing the yard toward them. "Hey guys!"

Kurt noticed Sam turn around to see who was coming, then quickly snap back around and bow his head, shoving what was left of his s'more into his mouth. Kurt wondered if maybe he shouldn't have come; if maybe he shouldn't have invited his boyfriend. But everyone was there. He didn't want people asking where he was. What if Sam tried to explain it?

"Hello, my sweet," Blaine grinned at him and kissed him on the cheek. Kurt reached out and pulled his boyfriend into his lap, offering him a bite of s'more, which Blaine graciously accepted. Sam just stared into the fire, a strange look of intensity in his eye.

"Hey, Evans, you okay?" Puck asked.

Sam looked up, and forced an unconvincing smile. "I'm fine. I'm just kind of tired."

"Man, that sucks…Drink some Mountain Dew or something. We wouldn't want to loose you." Blaine said. He'd been working really hard to be nice to all of the guys to prove that there were no longer any jealousy issues. When he spoke directly to Sam, though, Kurt's stomach went up in knots.

Kurt remembered the decision he'd made just days earlier in his bedroom. There was a large part of him that was embarrassed for Blaine, and he had the brief urge to take him aside immediately and tell him the truth; just to spare him any further humiliation. Then, he realized he needed to stay strong. Blaine couldn't know anything. All the truth would do was cause Blaine pain.

"Thanks for the tip, man," Sam said to Blaine nicely, still avoiding eye contact. He stood up and went to the cooler that Brittany had put out.

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's as he fed him another bite of s'more. "Yeah, he does seem kind of out of it…" He whispered curiously.

Kurt was silent. He had no response.

"Kurt!" Rachel suddenly jumped in. He knew by the judgmental tone in her voice that she'd been paying very close attention to his conversation. "I left a sweatshirt in my car. Do you wanna come with me to get it?"

"Hey, I'll come with you!" Finn offered. She shot him a death glare and he realized his mistake. "…Sorry…Kurt, go with her."

Blaine got off Kurt's lap and let him leave with Rachel. Kurt knew that Blaine had probably figured out that Rachel didn't really need a sweatshirt. He was sweet enough not to ask questions though.

Rachel marched into the front yard and spun around, her nostrils flaring. "You need to talk to him."

"I don't see what good it'll do."

"Kurt, if you really love Blaine then you'll do the right thing and tell him the truth!" She shouted.

"Keep it down. They'll hear you."

"Kurt, do you know how bad I felt when I found out everyone knew about Finn and Santana but me?" There was a sad sense of desperation in her voice. "It might even be too late for you to come clean to Blaine without consequences, but believe me when I say that the longer you wait…the worse it's going to be."

Kurt stood completely still. He felt tears coming to his eyes. "I can't…Rachel…" He was shaking. His began to wring his hands. "You don't understand…I just…can't…"

"You made a mistake, Kurt," She told him comfortingly, walking to him and placing a palm on his arm. "I know how it is. I've made my fair share of mistakes as well…either way you play this; you're going to hurt him. And I can imagine the guilt your feeling, and I can only assume that…you're hurting yourself too."

Kurt broke down. It was the biggest release of emotions he'd had since Blaine had suggested a "break". "I'm a horrible person," He whimpered. Rachel took him in her arms. "I don't know why I did it. I thought he'd never want me again."

"Just tell him that, Kurt." She urged. "Tell him tonight."

Kurt hesitated. "…I don't think I can…"

"Just think about it," Rachel said. "Come on. I'll go get my sweatshirt to make this look legit and we'll go back to the party. You don't have to decide anything this second."

As they went back into Brittney's backyard, Kurt tried his hardest to put on a happy face and act like everything was perfect. He saw Blaine over by the snack table and went to stand by him.

"You guys were gone for a while," Blaine observed casually, not looking at Kurt because he was focused on the s'more he was building. He had several of them prepared on his plate already, and held it out to Kurt as he finished the last one. "Here, I made some for you."

Kurt swallowed hard, looking sadly down at the treats.

"Kurt…" Blaine tried to make out his boyfriend's face in the dim light. "What's wrong, have you been crying?"

Tears were coming to Kurt's eyes again and he clenched his jaw. He couldn't do this. Blaine had made him s'mores like a good, perfect boyfriend would do. The guilt was finally overpowering him. He sniffed.

"Hey…" Blaine said gently, taking Kurt's head in his hand and pushing the plate closer to him. "It's okay…have a s'more. Whatever it is, the deliciousness will make it better."

And Kurt felt himself shoving Blaine away. "No…stay away from me," He said quietly. He just couldn't bear to have Blaine comfort him when he would hate him soon enough.

Blaine's face fell. "Why. Kurt. What's the matter?"

Over by the fire all his friends were laughing about a joke someone had told. It was good. It meant no one was watching him.

Kurt had to tell him now. There was no going back. "I hooked up with Sam."

The group had started singing a hip-hop rendition of "Kumbaya" with Artie beat-boxing. It was something Kurt would've enjoyed had Blaine not been staring at him in shock.

After a moment, Blaine dropped his plate back on the table and darted off toward the house.

"Blaine! Stop!" Kurt cried after him. His friends' singing suddenly stopped. Now he was creating a spectacle.

He chased Blaine around the house and into the front yard, where he and Rachel had been talking minutes earlier.

"What the hell, Kurt…?" Blaine spun around and screamed, now that they were alone. His voice was shaking, and Kurt knew it was only a matter of time before they were both crying.

"It was at Rachel's party!" Kurt shouted desperately. "It was the night we broke up. You broke up with me!"

"We had a fight, Kurt; that was not a break up!"

"No!" Kurt shouted defensively. "You told me you didn't want me to be your boyfriend!"

"I was back the next day," Blaine snapped. "I loved you, Kurt. You just…you pissed me off and I need time to breath!"

"If that's all you wanted, then you shouldn't have told me you were breaking up with me!"

"I didn't know what I was saying!"

"That doesn't mean you can claim you never said it!"

"I bet you two were just thrilled, weren't you? You were finally free to whore around together, now that the old ball and chain wasn't holding you down anymore! Seriously, Kurt, you were just waiting for me to break up with you so you could justify it!"

"Blaine, no…!" Kurt sobbed. "That's not what happened."

"I didn't know that this relationship was about you humoring me, Kurt."

"It's not! I love you! I was upset!"

Blaine wasn't even listening anymore. He was putting the pieces together in his head. "…what did you two even do! Did you have sex with him!"

"No!"

"So, just kissing…? Or more…?" He waited for Kurt to answer, but the silence did it for him. "And then, you and me…the next night…" Blaine's voice weakened. He was becoming hysterical. He covered his mouth, trying to get a deep breath through his nose. "Oh god…And you just kept it from me!"

"I'm sorry, Blaine…" Kurt sobbed. "I really love you."

"No you don't!" Blaine's voice reached a volume that Kurt didn't know was humanly possible. "You and he were just a matter of time; everyone knew! But you told me he was straight, and…god…I actually thought you wouldn't cheat. I guess I'm really the idiot here."

"I didn't cheat!" Kurt tried one last time.

"Yeah, well, you might as well have…" Blaine sneered. "Go to hell, Kurt."

And then, he was gone.

Kurt watched Blaine's car disappear down the street. He thought for a minute that he might actually stop breathing.

"Kurt…?" A deep voice said through the darkness. Kurt looked over his shoulder. Sam slowly came toward him.

He knew it was wrong, and he knew it wouldn't help anything, but he needed the comfort. He didn't care that Sam had clearly followed them. He didn't care that Sam had overstepped by eavesdropping on the conversation. He let Sam hug him. Because at that point, all he really needed was a hug.