Chapter Three:

Something's Coming

Blaine gasped as his head was brought above the water by big, strong, familiar hands. "Finn?" he choked, sitting up as best he could, trying to breathe. "Hey buddy, I saw Kurt push you in so I ran back and helped you." Finn chuckled, but it didn't sound like it should. It sounded sad, and angry. A noise of someone who was dying inside.

Blaine felt the same way. He had lost his chance. Kurt would probably never forgive him. As if Finn was reading his thoughts, before Blaine could even utter a thank you, Finn continued. "Don't worry, you're not the only one whose heart got broken. Rachel kissed Brody. She doesn't love me the same way as she used to. And now I just feel empty inside, numb. I just want you to know you're not alone."

He sucked in a shaky breath as he looked down at Blaine, who was still sitting in the cold fountain water. His golden pants looked brown once they were soaked through. They clung to his torso, and it didn't look flattering. Blaine reached up and patted Finn's back as best he could, trying not to get water on his sweater. Though there wasn't much purpose to this action when Finn leaned down and hugged Blaine to him tightly.

Finn pulled back and stood up, adjusting his jeans and putting his hands in his pockets, moving from foot to foot. "I'm gonna head back to the apartment. You coming? Rachel and Kurt went for coffee. They probably won't be back there for a while. We can hang out. You can tell me what happened between you and Kurt. Besides, you can't stay in those clothes, you'll freeze to death." Finn smiled, extending his hand to Blaine.

Blaine shook his head. "Thanks for the offer, but just give me a minute. I'll catch up with you. I need to think for a minute. I'm right behind you. I'll see you back at the apartment in 10 minutes. It's not that long of a walk anyway." he replied. "Alright." Finn gave him a small smile as he started to walk away. Once Finn was out of sight, Blaine sighed, standing up and peeling off his cardigan and flinging it.

He didn't care. He didn't seem to care about anything at all. What was left of his life? Now all he had was Glee, and family. Kurt had occupied most of his time, kept him sane, but the knowledge of what he had done to Kurt, that he hurt the person he loved most, made him not want to live anymore. He couldn't live with himself. But he did anyway. For Kurt. For Finn. For Rachel. For Tina. For Sam. For everyone back home. They were all his family.

He knew if he were gone too soon Kurt would hurt even more, and Blaine couldn't even bear to think about it. He got out of the fountain and watch the water stream down his legs, and felt his wet pants cling to him so tightly he staggered all the way back to the apartment. He knocked on the door lightly and it swung open to reveal Finn, in his pajamas and holding a mug of hot chocolate to his lips. He moved the mug down by his side and smiled, opening the door wider to let Blaine in. "I'll be right there. Just let me change. Make me some hot coco, will you?" he called as he ran into Kurt's room and grabbed his bag, finding his pajamas and shimmying his wet clothes off his body and hastily depositing them in the hamper by the bed.

By the time he walked back out and sat on the couch of the living room, a mug of steaming hot chocolate was already sitting on the table, and Finn sat on one side of the couch, his feet on the table, the mug gripped tightly in his hands. Blaine couldn't help but plop down on the couch next to him and grab the mug off the table, sipping it and sighing in relief. The feel of the warm liquid down his throat made him blissful.

It took away the sting of the nights events, for now, anyway. They didn't say anything, they just watched a show that happened to be blaring from the TV. They looked at each other and smiled, they laughed at the cheesy jokes the TV broadcasted, and they shared a blanket. It was nice. There seemed to no reason for talking. Not yet, at least.

Finn bit his lip as the credits of the third episode they had watched that night showed up on the screen. He reached onto the table and hit the off button on the remote, turning his whole body to face Blaine. "Sorry to cut this nice, light mood short but, we do need to have a bit of a long conversation, just to get it all out. Maybe in the end it will make us feel better. I've been doing most of the talking tonight. Why don't you go first?" Finn suggested, getting up when he heard the microwave ding, the second cup of hot chocolate he was having that night.

He sat back down next to Blaine and waited. Blaine sucked in a nervous breath. "Ask me anything you want to know. I'll tell you and fill in the rest of the story." He said, licking his lips, wishing he could run. He wanted to talk about anything, anything but this. Finn didn't even hesitate. He asked the question that forced Blaine to tell the hardest part of the story.

"Why did Kurt and you break up? I thought you were soul mates." He said, a daring tone in his voice. "We were. But I guess that's not true anymore." Blaine replied, but his own words echoed in his head. We were. He shook his head, trying to clear it. "Anyway, I- I cheated, Finn. He hates my guts. Everyone's going to hate me. I hate myself."

Finn's draw dropped. "Who- who were you with?" he whispered. "Please don't tell me it was-" Finn started, but Blaine finished his sentence, confirming what Finn had thought. "Sebastian." Finn shook his head in disbelief. "Why would you-? And Sebastian, of all people? How did it happen?" Finn asked, an undistinguishable emotion washing over his features. "Kurt stopped answering my calls, my texts, I only saw him twice a month, if I was lucky. I heard he liked this guy in New York. I thought he didn't need me. That I didn't matter to him anymore. I thought he had moved on. I thought he left me behind. I was lonely Finn, and Sebastian was just… there." He whispered, tears starting to gather up in his eyes for the thousandth time that night.

"I know you didn't mean to do it Blaine, but, cheating is- really, unforgivable. You can't take it back. You hurt the person you care about most. It means you didn't love them enough to not want to hurt them. I realize you think it was a mistake but, maybe it's for your own good. Maybe it's the universe telling you to move on from Kurt. I know he still cares about you a lot. And I know you care about him." Finn said, holding back the anger boiling inside of him, coursing through his veins.

All Blaine could think was: At least Sebastian's arms are open. "What is it you really want to say, Finn?" Blaine inquired, tilting his head. Finn shook his head, forcing himself to swallow the words away. "Let's finish this conversation tomorrow. I'm going to bed. I'll call you if we're both not here anymore. Goodnight." He muttered, standing up and walking away.

"Goodnight." Blaine mumbled, pulling his phone off the table and, though he knew he was making another big mistake, he didn't care. He dialed Sebastian's number.