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Chapter 25

After driving away from Puck's house, Kurt headed back to his own, ignoring Finn when he asked what was wrong. He shut himself in his bedroom, turned his music on to a high volume and simply stared at his phone waiting for it to ring. An hour went by and he hadn't received a single call from Puck, nor had he come knocking on the door demanding to see him.

He was aware that running away without awaiting an explanation wasn't the most mature response he could have made. But when Kurt had left, what he really wanted was for Puck to chase after him. Instead, Puck had remained where he was with Sam. Kurt couldn't help but imagine the two of them laughing at his expense, possibly pressed tight together on Puck's bed, moaning and panting as they gave one another pleasure.

Just as he was considering calling Mercedes for an emergency get together, his phone started to ring. Lunging forwards to snatch his cell phone up, Kurt felt a surge of disappointment when Blaine's name and number flashed across the screen. Letting out a small sigh, he turned his music off before answering.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine said. "I know its short notice, but is there any possibility that you could meet me for coffee at the Lima Bean?"

"I suppose I can find the strength to join you," Kurt sighed. "I'm glad you called. I really need somebody I can talk to, somebody I can trust."

"You can trust me, Kurt. You know you can," Blaine responded gently. "How soon can you be here?"

"Twenty minutes, half an hour maybe," Kurt told him. "I'll be as quick as I can."

"Ok Kurt, I'll see you soon. Take care," Blaine replied before they made their goodbyes.

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In the parking lot outside the Lima Bean, Blaine slipped his phone back into his pocket before looking up at Puck and Sam.

"He's on his way," Blaine informed them.

"How did he sound?" Puck asked.

"Pretty upset," Blaine answered honestly. "He's obviously been crying. He said he wanted to talk to somebody he knows he can trust. I predict that he'll be as angry with me as he is with you very shortly."

"Look, we agreed right? We're gonna tell him the truth. You're not pussying out on me are you?" Puck questioned.

"No, not at all," Blaine replied. "Here, take my keys and go on ahead," he said handing his house key to Sam. "I'll bring Kurt over as soon as I can convince him."

"Thanks, man," Puck told him climbing out of Blaine's car and moving back into his own that was parked next to it.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault," Sam apologised to Blaine. "Are you going to punish me, Master?"

"Of course not," Blaine assured him cupping the blonde's cheek. "This was beyond your control. Please don't blame yourself for this, angel." He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend sweetly on the mouth. "Go with Puck now. I love you."

"Love you too, Blaine," Sam replied sharing another kiss with him before joining Puck in his truck before they drove off to Blaine's house, leaving Blaine alone to wait for Kurt's arrival.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel for a while, practicing his song for the Warblers' next performance. Knowing that Kurt would soon be hearing the truth made Blaine feel very uncomfortable. There was no way Kurt would just smile and accept everything. He was going to be angry and upset and he was going to feel betrayed. That wasn't what Blaine wanted, or indeed what Puck or Sam wanted, but they had willingly put themselves in this mess. Kurt finding out about their less than conventional relationship was inevitable.

Finding the setting of his car to be too stifling, Blaine slipped out and headed into the Lima Bean. He ordered himself a cookie to nibble on as he sat down to wait for Kurt. After politely explaining to a pretty waitress that he could never be interested in her because of her gender, Blaine stood up and waved to Kurt as he saw the boy glide in through the doors. He greeted the countertenor with a light hug before pulling his chair out for him.

"Thank you, Blaine," Kurt mumbled.

"I'm gonna go and get us some coffee," Blaine told him. "On me, dummy," he added when Kurt made to hand him some money over.

Walking up to the counter, he gave his order and handed the money over with a polite smile. He waited patiently for the two steaming Styrofoam cups of coffee to be made before carrying them back over to his and Kurt's table that was slightly hidden away in the corner by the window. He handed Kurt his coffee and reclaimed his seat, taking a tentative sip of the hot liquid.

"You seemed upset on the phone," Blaine commented watching Kurt's facial expressions carefully. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me what happened?" He asked.

"I recently found out that my boyfriend has been having sexual relations with someone who isn't me," Kurt told him bitterly. "I know my experience of relationships is limited but I've always been under the impression that cheating is not condoned."

"Kurt, are you sure he's been cheating on you?" Blaine asked and Kurt glared at him. "Just hear me out," he said hurriedly before Kurt lost his temper and threw his coffee in his face. "Did, forgive me, what was your boyfriend's name again?" He asked, feeling a little bad for pretending not to know when Kurt would later discover that Puck had in fact had his penis up Blaine's arse.

"Oh, Noah, Noah Puckerman," Kurt answered. "But people call him Puck."

"Well, did Noah confess to this alleged cheating?" Blaine asked.

"No, not exactly," Kurt admitted. "But he didn't deny it either. And I could tell that they'd been sneaking around together. The guilt was written all over their faces."

"Maybe you're mistaking shock for guilt," Blaine suggested. "If Noah didn't admit to anything what makes you so sure that something happened between him and Sa-someone." He nearly slipped up and said Sam's name but he recovered at the last moment. Thankfully, Kurt didn't appear to notice.

"On Saturday, things became a little difficult between us," Kurt explained. "He decided he had to be honest with me and then everything became unbearably complicated."

Blaine ducked his head a little, knowing things were only going to become more complex. He took another gulp of his coffee and signalled for Kurt to continue.

"After a talk with my girlfriends, I decided that what he told me didn't matter and that I should give him a chance and work through it," Kurt said. "So I went to his house but he was out. His mum invited me in and I may have browsed through some of his possessions."

"You mean you were snooping," Blaine stated and Kurt gave an awkward nod.

"I found a rucksack in his wardrobe," Kurt informed him. "Filled with… different, um… toys…" he whispered and Blaine fought off a grin. "And there was also a selection of new… underwear," he whispered again. "Girls underwear. My first thought was that he'd bought them for a girl," Kurt confided. "Or that he liked to wear them himself or that he expected me to. But then I went round to see him this morning and Sam was there."

"Sam?" Blaine asked pretending not to know who Kurt was talking about.

"Sam Evans," Kurt spoke the name with a tone clouded with jealousy. "He's in Glee Club with us. I was actually hoping to perform a duet with him once but Finn talked me out of it. Initially I did have a small attraction for Sam and I hoped that he and I could maybe… I don't know. I guess I was being stupid or naïve. Even if Sam had returned my feelings he wasn't ready to come out of the closet at that point."

"So this Sam is gay?" Blaine questioned even though he knew better than most how true that was. Kurt nodded in confirmation as he sipped at his drink. "Just because you saw Noah with another gay guy doesn't mean anything. Being gay doesn't mean we can't just be friends with someone of the same sex who shares our orientation. Just look at you and me. We're hanging out now but that doesn't mean you're being unfaithful."

"Well I know that," Kurt replied a little bit snootily. "But when Sam bent over I could see the underwear he was wearing. Girls' underwear. And then I just knew. That underwear I found in Noah's room, it wasn't for some girl, or for him or for me. It was for Sam."

"Maybe he just likes wearing them," Blaine suggested feebly and Kurt merely rolled his eyes before draining more of his coffee. "Look, I can't tell you what to do."

"But I assume you're about to offer me advice on what you think I should do anyway," Kurt interrupted.

"Just think of it like this," Blaine said. "What if Noah had come to your house, found girls underwear and then met me and saw that I was wearing a pair. If he jumped to the conclusion that we were fooling around behind his back when we're not, wouldn't you want the chance to explain yourself?"

"I asked him if he'd been sleeping with Sam," Kurt pointed out.

"But you didn't wait for a verbal answer," Blaine reminded him. "You just left. Perhaps something happened between them before you and Noah got together. Maybe nothing happened at all. Either way, I think you should grant him the opportunity to explain the situation to you."

"I wanted…" Kurt sighed and trailed off. He hung his head in his hands and Blaine waited patiently for him to continue with his sentence. "I wanted him to chase after me. I wanted him to apologise and beg and tell me I was wrong. But he didn't. He didn't follow me and he didn't call. He just stayed there… with Sam." He sneered.

"Ok, come on," Blaine said decisively standing up. "Let's go back to mine and watch some classic Disney movies, musicals, whatever you want. It'll help take your mind off things."

"I don't know," Kurt replied. "I don't think I make the best company in my current state of depression."

"Ridiculous, you're adorable when you're deep in the depths of despair," Blaine told him with a cheeky grin that caused the whisper of a smile to form on Kurt's face. "Come on, I insist. It'll make you feel better."

"Fine, let's go," Kurt agreed swallowing down the remainder of his coffee then following Blaine out.

"Did you walk here?" Blaine asked not seeing Kurt's car.

"I had Finn drive me," Kurt answered. "He was on his way to Rachel's so I demanded a lift. That does mean you'll have to drive me back home later. I hope that's ok."

"Of course," Blaine replied opening the passenger door of his car for Kurt to get in.

He gave Kurt control of the music as he drove to his house, trying to hide how tense he was knowing that Puck and Sam were waiting for them.

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They pulled up into the Anderson driveway, and Blaine was glad that either Puck or Sam had the sense not to park the truck anywhere in sight as Kurt would have recognised it and refused to enter the house. As it was, Kurt was completely unsuspecting as to the other two boys waiting inside for them. Trying to ignore his guilt, a task that he probably found too easy as he was so practiced at pretending things were ok, Blaine led Kurt up to the house. He pushed the unlocked door open and gestured for Kurt to step through.

Following in after him, Blaine shut the door before offering to take Kurt's coat. He hung it up along with his own before asking if he could fix Kurt a drink.

"A mineral water would be most appreciated if you have one," Kurt said.

"Sure, we have some in the fridge," Blaine told him leading the way to the kitchen. "Would you like it in a glass or will the bottle do?"

"The bottle's fine," Kurt replied, thanking the shorter teen as the bottle was presented to him. He unscrewed the lid and gulped down a generous helping before screwing it back on so as not to spill the contents. "So, I believe you said something about Disney films and musicals," Kurt reminded him.

"Indeed I did," Blaine nodded even though he knew the likelihood of them watching one together that day was highly unlikely. "If you'll follow me, Mr. Hummel," he said with a bow before marching up to his bedroom, Kurt following behind him. "Welcome, Mr. Hummel, to the bedroom of Blaine Anderson," he said reaching the door. "I do hope you enjoy your visit."

"I'm officially writing you off as mentally unstable," Kurt laughed.

"Courage, Kurt," Blaine said with his hand set on the doorknob, preparing to push it open.

"Courage?" Kurt asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Courage," Blaine repeated. "Sometimes, just listening to an explanation can be considered an act of bravery," he told him before pushing the door open and gesturing Kurt to step through.

Eyes still fixed on Blaine in curiosity, Kurt side-stepped into the bedroom. It was only when Blaine stepped in after him and closed the door that Kurt turned to find Puck and Sam sitting on the bed.

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