A/N: Without further ago, the moment I'm sure you've all been anticipating has arrived. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Kurt puts a final stroke of blue on his last Easter egg, then sets it to the side to dry with the five he'd painted earlier. He smiles across the kitchen table at Blaine, whose tongue is sticking out just the slightest bit as he concentrates on painting some of the finer details on an egg of his own.

"Are you almost done?"

"Just about," Blaine replies, not taking his eyes off his work.

Blaine has been home since Thursday night, and now it's Sunday, and he flies back tomorrow, and they're alone in the house and Blaine has barely touched him all weekend. He's a teenage boy, he has needs. So sue him if he's impatient.

"Carole said they wouldn't be back until at least midnight."

"Mhmm," Blaine hums absentmindedly as he adds a final stroke of pink and then finally, of god, finally, puts it off to the side to dry. "There, done."

"Great. To my room?" Kurt asks, hopping out of his chair and beginning to walk off toward the hallway, looking over his shoulder at Blaine with a smirk.

Blaine stands, but doesn't follow him. "I was thinking maybe we could just watch a movie, actually."

Kurt stops, turns, frowns at Blaine. "Blaine. You know there's no one else home, right?

"Yeah, I know. I just thought it would be nice to cuddle up with a good movie. Maybe make some popcorn."

Kurt's frown deepens. Blaine has been weird since their fight a couple weeks ago. Every time he asks, Blaine insists things are fine, but now Blaine will barely even kiss him, and his boyfriend flies back to New York tomorrow, and every part of Kurt's being is screaming at him, telling him that something is wrong here. "Blaine," Kurt says slowly, walking back toward Blaine and taking his hands, "what's going on?"

"Nothing," Blaine says, "I just feel like a movie. We can watch Moulin Rouge."

Kurt sighs. "Come here," he says, tugging Blaine into the living room and sitting them both down on the couch. "Something is wrong. I can tell. It's been wrong since that fight. Are you still mad at me? Because if you are, I understand, but we can't fix it if you don't talk to-"

"I was with Sebastian."

Kurt feels the air whooshing out of his lungs, like he just took a blow to the chest. "What?"

"That night, after I hung up on you, I... I went over to Sebastian's. I just, I was so mad, and I thought you were replacing me, and I..." Blaine trails off.

"You were... you... I don't understand." Blaine can't be saying what he thinks he's saying... right? There's no way. Blaine wouldn't. Blaine would never. They've had this conversation, so many times, and it's just not possible. Blaine couldn't do that to him, to them.

"I... Kurt, don't make me say it," Blaine pleads.

"Say what?" Kurt asks, because he's pretty sure he knows, but he doesn't want to know, wracks his brain for something, anything that could explain away the obvious implication hanging in the air between them.

"Please, Kurt, please. I swear, it didn't mean anything, and I felt so guilty as soon as I did it, I know I shouldn't have but I just thought you were here with Chandler, doing god knows what, and–"

"Blaine, stop," Kurt says, cutting him off, "what does Chandler have to do with any of this? 'Doing god knows what', really, Blaine? What did you think was happening? Because nothing was happening!"

"I don't know, Kurt! I never know!"

"Okay, this is ridiculous, for the millionth time, nothing is happening, Blaine, but what did you do?"

Blaine says nothing for a moment before looking away, down at the ground, then, quietly, "I, um... I slept with him."

There's silence, deafening silence as Kurt processes the words, lets them sink into his skin and bones and now that the words have been said there's no denying them, no pretending that this isn't happening, that they're broken, that Blaine broke them, and he thought it was him but this is so much worse, and of course it's Sebastian, of course, and all he can think about is the other boy's hands on Blaine, his mouth on Blaine, his–

"Kurt, I'm so sorry. Please, say something." He's interrupted by Blaine's voice, high and desperate, and Blaine's hands gently gripping his arms, but he shrinks away from the touch, stands and takes a step backward.

"No, I can't, I um... I can't," he says, slowly backing up further.

Blaine stands and takes a few steps toward him.

"Kurt, please, talk to me. I am so, so sorry."

"No," Kurt says again, shaking his head, pressing at his eyes as though that would hold back the tears that are starting to fall. "I need– I have to be alone right now," he says, and then he turns and runs, slamming the door behind him as he enters his room and then collapsing on his bed, curling into a small ball in the center, not bothering with the blankets.

Blaine doesn't come after him. He's not sure whether he should be upset that his boyfriend doesn't give chase, or thankful that Blaine gives him the space he asked for. Boyfriend. Is that still what Blaine is to him?

Eventually though, after what feels like hours, there's a quiet knock on the door. Kurt drags himself off the bed, walks to the door, and opens it to see Blaine standing on the other side.

"Can I come in?"

Kurt just nods, stands to the side to let Blaine pass. Blaine walks into the room, makes his way over to the bed and takes a seat. Kurt follows and sits beside him, though he leaves some distance between them.

"Kurt, I am so sorry. You need to believe me."

"I know."

"What can I do to make it up to you? Please, anything."

Kurt is silent for a moment. He wracks his brain, trying to think of something, anything, that could make up for this, but he can't think of anything. "I don't know."

"Come on, Kurt. There must be something. Just tell me."

"No, Blaine, I... there's nothing."

"Kurt," Blaine sounds heartbroken; but so is Kurt. And Kurt didn't break them, Blaine did.

"I can't do this, Blaine."

"Please, Kurt, come on, love, there has to be something. Don't do this."

"I didn't do this, Blaine. You did." Kurt's voice is icy, and he's not sure how he's managing to be so calm on the outside when he feels like a hurricane on the inside. "We're done."

They stare at each other for a long time, Blaine's eyes pleading with Kurt to reconsider, but Kurt holds firm; he'd feel strong for it if he didn't feel so broken. Eventually, Blaine seems to accept it, silently leaving the room and pulling the door closed gently behind him.

Kurt curls up in the center of his bed again, and finally lets the tears fall as he cries himself to sleep.

"Alright Kurt, talk," Burt says, taking the seat across from Kurt at the kitchen table.

Kurt doesn't want to talk about it. Kurt wants to stay in his room, curled with his knees to his chest on his bed, for the rest of his life. But Burt just got home from dropping Blaine off at the airport, and he has questions, of course he has questions, Kurt has barely spoken a word to anyone since last night, didn't come to the airport to drop off his boyfriend – wait, no, exboyfriend, oh god, it really happened – there's no way Burt is letting this go without an explanation.

"We broke up," Kurt says, barely a whisper, as he stares down at the table in front of him, unable to meet his father's eye.

"Yeah, I got that," Burt says gruffly, "what happened? You two seemed good."

"He, um... It's nothing, dad."

"You were head over heels for that boy, kid, don't try to tell me it's nothing. I'm stupid, Kurt." His father's voice is stern, but not unkind.

Kurt sighs, fidgets with his hands. "We just, um... the distance. It was hard."

"You expect me to believe you broke up because of the distance? When you're a few months away from moving to New York?" Burt raises an eyebrow at him.

He doesn't know how to tell his dad this. The girls, sure, it's something he'd talked to them about before, being worried that it could happen. But his dad? His dad loves Blaine. And his dad loves him, too, of course he does, but what will he think? Will he wonder what Kurt did that made Blaine cheat on him? Will he tell Kurt that he should have been more understanding, tried harder? That he shouldn't have let it get to this point? It's not so much that he wants to keep it a secret from his father, he just doesn't want to disappoint him because this is already bad but that would just make things so much worse, because Blaine lived with them and Kurt's family loved – no, loves – Blaine, and Kurt hadn't even thought of that but they're really all Blaine has, aren't they? Kurt can't turn his whole family against Blaine. As hurt as he is, he still loves Blaine, as much as he wishes he didn't, but he can't do that to Blaine.

"What did he tell you?" Kurt asks, chancing a look up at his father.

"That I should talk to you," Burt says flatly.

"It just... wasn't working," Kurt says with a small shrug. "I don't want to talk about it."

Burt sighs. "Okay. You can though, you know. If you need to."

"I know."

"I just don't understand what I did wrong," Kurt says with a sigh. "I mean, I know there were things I could have done better, but..."

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," Tina says, reaching over and wrapping him in a hug.

"I don't want to say I told you so, but I did say that you should be careful about–" Rachel starts, but Mercedes cuts her off.

"Rachel Berry, if you say one more word, so help me god I will kick you out of this house."

"What? You can't kick me out of my own house!"

"Watch me," Mercedes counters with a glare, and that seems to succeed at shutting Rachel up.

"Don't listen to her, boo. Clearly he didn't appreciate all your amazing, so he doesn't deserve it."

"I just can't stop thinking about what I could have done differently," Kurt says sadly.

"Well, maybe if–"

"Rachel," Mercedes and Tina interrupt at the same time.

"Fine, fine," Rachel mumbles, but she stays quiet.

"Kurt, the boy is pretty dumb if he was willing to cheat on you. He's not worth it."

"Yeah, I know, it's just... I still love him." He feels pathetic admitting it, because after what Blaine did, he shouldn't still love him, should he? But he does, and he just feels weak for it.

"Of course you do," Tina says, squeezing her arms around him, "you were together for like, what, a year? That's a long time. Feelings don't just go away overnight."

"I wish they did," he replies with a sad smirk.

"What you need is cheesecake," Mercedes says knowingly, "and luckily for you, I know just the place. Come on."

Mercedes moves to stand, then grabs Kurt's arms and pulls him to his feet.

"Cheesecake does sound nice," he says as the group of them make their way out to Tina's car.

"You can have an entire cheesecake if you want it," Mercedes says, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.