Chapter 17

"YES! So good, Cam!" Shane cried out as he climaxed, his cum shooting his and his lover's chest.

Emmett panted, dropping down behind Shane on the bed, placing a kiss on his sweat-dampened neck. "What was that babe?"

Shane took a deep breath, slightly panicked when he realized his mistake. "I said damn. So good. Always so good," Shane replied quickly, relieved when Emmett's arms wrapped around from behind him in a sweet embrace.

"I love you," Emmett whispered and kissed him right beneath his ear.

"I love you too," Shane replied.

"Do you?" Emmett asked pulling free from Shane.

Shane jerked up like he had been slapped. "Of course I do, babe."

Emmett sat up on the bed and wiped his chest off with a tissue. "Are you sure? Because I'm not Cam." Emmett was on the verge of tears as he cleaned off the mess on his chest.

"I know you aren't him. And I want to be with you," Shane said, head dropping down to avoid looking at Emmett's pained face.

"Please don't lie to me," Emmett sighed. "I heard you. What you called me. And I feel it when we're intimate. I see it in your eyes when he's in the theater. When I'm staring at you, you're focused on him."

"I'm trying," Shane explained. "I am. I'm trying so hard to get over him.

Emmett nodded. "I know. But maybe the reason you have to try so hard is that you aren't supposed to,"

Shane stared at Emmett in confusion. "Aren't supposed to what?"

"Get over him," Emmett replied, taking Shane's hand in his own trembling hand.

Shane shook his head. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Look, I believe that you love me. I know you do, but you don't love me the way that you love Cameron. And you never will." A tear slipped down Emmett's cheek.

Shane's eyes pooled with tears. "I want to. Because you are amazing, And you'd be the perfect partner for me."

"If it weren't for Cam," Emmett finished. "I've known about it for a while, since that night that we all went to Acoustics. You said his name in your sleep. You've done it several times since then as well. And I tried to overlook it, I did. But I can't anymore, because honestly, it's not fair to me."

Shane nodded. "I don't want to hurt you," he said, his voice and body trembling.

"I know, but you already have because all I ever wanted is your heart. But you never even had it to offer because you gave it to Cam years ago. I never stood a chance." Emmett said, heartbroken.

"I wanted to," Shane sobbed. "I want to be over him, but-."

"But you're not," Emmett said, nodding and caressing Shane's hand with his thumb. He let go of Shane's hand and leaned over and pulled something from under the bed. It was his suitcase. "I'm going to take a shower, get cleaned up, and then I'm going to go to my brother's and crash on his couch. I'll call you before I stop by to get my things."

Shane dropped his head and frowned. "You don't need to do that. You are always welcome here."

"I understand that your heart wants Cameron, but I can't handle seeing you two together, not yet. Don't get me wrong. I hope we can all be friends down the road, but right now, it'll hurt like hell.

Shane nodded and leaned in for a soft kiss. "I'm so sorry."

Emmett swiped a tear from his cheek. "I know. So am I. But I'm not angry. I'm sad about what could've been, but I don't regret trying. And I hope you get him back, for your sake," Emmett said with a sad smile. "But if he hurts you, I'll be first in line to kick his ass. And if you hut him, I'll kick yours. Got it?"

Shane nodded and kissed Emmett's cheek. "Thank you," he said softly as a tear slid down his cheek.

"Don't thank me. Go get him."

Tina swiped at a tear that was threatening to escape her eyelid as she sat in a kitchen chair in the small guest room she and Lauren were using as an office of the Hummel household.

"Your current boy toy finally admit that he's gay too?" Lauren teased as she walked into the room.

Tina quickly shut the laptop closed. "Oh please. Like Kurt's last chapter didn't make you cut onions either?" Tina replied sarcastically.

"Oh, is that the new chapter? I didn't know he was givin' them to you too?" Lauren asked, puzzled.

"Well, yeah! Don't you subscribe? I got the email about half an hour ago that he updated. It wasn't just one chapter but two," she said excitedly.

Lauren did a double-take. "Wait, he updated on the Fanfiction site? I thought I specifically told him not to- Well, son of a"

"Hummel, what the Hell? You posted?" Lauren asked, barging into Kurt's room, barreling past Puck as if he wasn't even there. "Dammit, Hummel! Do you not remember us warning you not to post until all of this was over?" Lauren huffed and blew her bangs out of her eyes as she plopped into a chair right in front of Kurt's desk.

"I remember that, but I thought Elijah was the main aggressor? Didn't you say he was Blainiac?"

"Do I look like a Jewish dude with stupid hair and a massive ego?" Lauren replied with an eye roll. "That was Puck who said that. He thinks Elijah was the brains of the operation, but I believe that he's wrong, like that's a freakin' newsflash."

"Hey, I take defense to that," Puck muttered.

"It's offense, and we both know I'm right about Blainiac being multiple perps." Lauren said, matter-of-factly. "Guard the door, Scmuckerman. Hummel and I have got to talk."

"Yes sir," he responded sarcastically and shut the door behind him.

"So, wait. You know for a fact now that it's not just Elijah?" Kurt blurted.

"I'm pretty certain," Lauren replied. "Eli was the one that left the notes in your office, but what about the initial emails? Those were sent before Eli started in your office. And the notes that were left in Blaine's dressing room as well? Although I guess Elijah could have followed you to the studio and left the notes, they didn't read the same way. I think we have at least two other Blainiacs out there."

Kurt sighed. "Lauren, I know the reason you told me not to post, but my dad's right. I'm a Hummel, and we don't let people push us around."

"Hey, I admire that spirit. Remember, my dad had to sue the school so that I could join the wrestling team. My family's the same way. But that doesn't mean that you go out lookin' for fights," she paused, and then turned and looked Kut square in the eye. "Wait! That's what this is, isn't it? It's an invite or a challenge, so to speak."

Kurt cocked his head sideways, his cheeks flushing. "What are you trying to say?"

"That you're not forgetful or negligent. This is intentional."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "What's intentional?"

"Moving up the wedding. You posting your chapters. Blaine inviting the rest of the crew. Either you are naive and think this is over, or you want it to be. You're tired of this game of cat-and-mouse game that Blainiac is waging, so you're dangling yourself in front of him right now, hoping he'll get impatient and go ahead and strike." Lauren speculated.

Kurt sighed. "That's not all of it. Blaine and I decided this together. To move up the wedding and have the ceremony that we want, for us, because we're tired of people dictating what we should and shouldn't do. Hell, the laws could change again at the drop of a hat, making gay marriage illegal again, and this Blainiac stuff just makes it even worse. This obsessed fan is trying to tell Blaine that he can't be with me and trying to tell me that I can marry the person I love. We just want to be able to do things on our own terms." Kurt ranted, absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair. "I know you advised against me posting my story, but I also know that you are a rulebreaker, a real badass, and it was you in my shoes, you'd do the exact same thing."

Lauren smiled. "Well, granted I could find a guy that can handle all this jelly, yeah, I guess you're right. But you two have got to smarter about this. Let us in on it, so that we can come up with a plan."

"So wait, you aren't going to make me take the chapter down or delay the wedding?" Kurt asked, surprised.

"No, although I'm kinda offended that you're trying to rush this along and shorten our time working together. But I get it. You want it over with. You need to understand though, that when you tempt the cat by dangling the mouse right in front of its nose, sometimes the cat wins," Lauren replied.

"So let's reduce the odds of letting that happen. Here's what Blaine and I are going to do."