Author's Note: Oh My Gosh! An Update.

It's a miracle, guys.

I have finally sat down and written out a plan for this story... which is very exciting.

I still don't know how many chapters this will have. It's up to you guys... would you like to see more chapters, or do you think that it ending in two chapter's time would be better?

I'd really appreciate feedback!

Enjoy!

The boys spent the night huddled on the couch watching Disney movies and singing along to all the songs. They fell asleep leant against one another but none of them really seemed to mind.

Kurt was the first to wake up. He blinked the sleep away and took in the small room and the three bodies that were squished near him. He smiled when he felt Blaine squeeze him a little tighter with the arm that was wrapped around his waist.

He stood up, trying his best not to laugh as Blaine fell onto Darren and nuzzled into his side, and walked over to the bathroom.

He looked at his face in the mirror, cringing a little when he realised that he had skipped hi moisturising routine the night before.

He leant down to splash some water in his face and was shocked to feel an unfamiliar pair of hands on his hips.

"Hey, beautiful."

Kurt froze as he heard the voice that wasn't Blaine, unfamiliar breath tickling his neck.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kurt asked, voice shaky.

"Shhh... it's okay. Darren and Blaine went out to get us some breakfast. They'll be gone for a while."

"What? You're with Darren, I'm with Blaine. Get off me." Kurt said, pushing away and walking out of the bathroom.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Joey said, his tone seemingly sincere. "I just... You're Hot, Kurt. And Darren just doesn't like the idea of physicality and I just..."

Kurt was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Plus," The sincere tone in Joey's voice had now been replaced but a seductive one. He walked up to Kurt and placed a hand on his hip. "What they don't know won't hurt them."

Without any warning, Joey leaned in and kissed Kurt hard. Kurt didn't return the kiss, he just stood they frozen with fear.

Joey kept his lips planted on Kurt's when the door opened.

"...favourite magazine is Vogue, I bought him a full subscrip- What the hell?" Blaine stopped talking to Darren as he took in the scene.

Kurt finally found the strength to push Joey off him and turned to Blaine with pleading eyes.

"Blaine please, I can explain."

"Why Kurt? Why would you..." And with that Blaine was running out of the room.

Kurt stood there, unable to move. He could see the rage on Darren's face and he knew that if he was anything like Blaine, Joey was about to get yelled at big time.

"What the FUCK?" Darren yelled, eyes locked with Joey's.

"You know what, don't even answer that. It's going to be bullshit anyway." He said. Stepping forward and putting himself between Joey and Kurt.

"Darren, it wasn't m-"

"Don't you fucking dare. You expect me to believe that it was him initiating this? He's fucking terrified Joey, and Blaine's just too oblivious to have noticed. Kurt's shaking for fucks sake. Joey, we've been friends for a long time... I never, ever would have thought that yo-"

"But D, I..."

"Leave Joey." Darren said through gritted teeth. He didn't take his eyes off of Joey until he had left and shut the door behind him.

As soon as the door had shut Darren turned to Kurt, the latter now curled up into a ball on the ground. Darren rushed to sit next to him placing a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"Shh, it's okay. What's happened? What did he do?"

"I was in the b-bathroom and h-he came and p-put his h-hands on my w-waist, and he said y-you and Blaine had gone to get b-breakfast and then h-he kissed m-me and... and..." Kurt's body was shaking violently, tears running down his cheeks. He was so broken, and Blaine thought it was Kurt's fault.

"And now B-blaine hates me." Kurt said, shaking more now and curling in on himself more.

"Shh, it's going to be okay. Blaine will come to his senses."

Blaine kicked the snow with his red sneaker, hands shoved forcefully into his pockets. How could Kurt have done that?

Kurt's mine. We're in love.

Blaine wiped a tear of his cheek and wrapped his coat tighter around his body.

And the look on Joey's face. He was loving it. And Kurt... well he...

He looked terrified.

He didn't do it.

Blaine ran as fast as he could back to the room. He didn't even notice when he ran past an angry looking Joey sitting on the side of the road waiting for a car to pick him up.

Kurt leaned into Darren's embrace, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and trying to stop himself from crying. Darren continued to rock him, patting the back of his head and shushing him occasionally when Kurt's sobs got more violent.

Both boys heads shot up when the door to the apartment opened.

Blaine walked straight over to Kurt and sat on his free side, wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriends frame that was still being wracked with sobs.

"I'm so sorry Kurt. I'm sorry." Blaine said, refusing to let his tears fall.

Kurt didn't say anything. He just leaned into Blaine and grabbed a fist full of Blaine's jacket which he hadn't bothered taking off.

"B-blaine... I... I..."

"Shhh. It's okay. I know it wasn't you." Blaine kissed Kurt's temple and started rubbing circles into his back.

"What happened?" He asked, turning to Darren.

"I have no idea." He said, clearly confused. "Joey usually isn't like that... I don't know where it came from. I am so sorry, both of you. This never should have happened."

Kurt had calmed down slightly by now, Blaine's presence obviously helping.

"It's okay." He said shakily, removing his head from the crook of Blaine's neck to give a half-hearted smile to Darren. "It wasn't your fault."

"Did you guys want anything? A glass of water?" He said with a sad smile.

Kurt nodded and buried his head in between Blaine's neck and shoulder.

Kurt and Blaine stayed the night at Darren's listening to him apologise for Joey's behaviour.

When the boys went to the spare room, Darren settled on the couch with the television on, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was too preoccupied thinking about the day's events.

He vaguely noticed a commercial for some table-thing, when his phone rang from across the room. He walked over and turned the phone off. He didn't need to check the caller id, he knew from the 'Not Alone' ring tone that it was Joey.

He chucked the phone onto the couch and then headed to his bedroom.

I have a feeling I won't be sleeping much tonight.

So, disclaimer. I don't think that Joey would EVER do this in real life, but the story needed something to spice it up a bit. I hope no one's offended or anything.

Don't worry, things will get better. I promise :)