A couple things, 1) I'm a horrible person who doesn't update her fanfictions when she says she will; 2) I've made a new years resolution to update at least one fanfiction at least once a week so hopefully I will keep that!

Thank you so SO much to all the lovely and wonderful people who reviewed, favorited, or alerted this story. You guys are truly fantastic and I will try and be a quicker updater. I also apologize that these chapters are so flippin' short!

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I was kind of blocked as for what to write, but I hope this will suffice.

If you have a chance, check out my other story I'm working on, With you I will Leave which I plan on writing another chapter for right after I post this.

Oh, And I forgot this before, but I think it's pretty obvious that I don't own glee... yet.

Blaine looked around the parking lot for Kurt.

"Kurt!" He called into the crowded lot. He still didn't see Kurt, and he was beginning to worry. Where could Kurt have gone? He pulled out his phone and dialed Kurt's number. Holding the phone to his ear and breathing heavily, he prayed Kurt would pick up. The phone only rang for three seconds though before it was cut off and Blaine heard Kurt's perky voicemail. Kurt must have ignored his call on his phone. Blaine swore under his breath and called again. The same thing happened. Blaine then sent Kurt a text:

Answer your phone I can explain - B

Kurt looked down at his phone, opening the text from Blaine as tears ran down both of his cheeks. He angrily wiped them away as he continued to walk down the road, headed for home. There was no way he would go to school today. He was much to overcome with anger and hurt to focus on anything but those text messages from Sebastian. Kurt knew he was bad news from the first time he saw his stupid little meerkat face.

Kurt read the text from Blaine. He didn't know what to do. Should he call Blaine? No. He was much to angry with him to do that. Should he text him back to tell him to leave him alone? No, no. That wouldn't work either, it'd appease Blaine, and right now Kurt only wanted revenge. He finally decided to ignore Blaine's plea, when he heard a beep!beep! of a car horn coming from directly behind him. Kurt yelped in surprise and whirled around, seeing the second to last person he wanted to see right now.

Sebastian put his shiny red Porche into park and hopped out. Kurt's blood boiled as he saw the tall, handsome boy dressed in his Warbler uniform walk to the front of his car.

"Who the FUCK do you think you are, Smythe!" Kurt practically shrieked at the boy in front of him.

Sebastian held up in hands as if in surrender. "What are you talking about?" He asked with a smirk.

"You know full well what I'm talking about! The text messages, the dirty pictures, the... everything!"

"Woah, Kurt, Kurt. Calm down. No offense but you really don't have any right to be mad at me. I mean, it's kind of expected that Blaine would be looking for a rebound after you dumped him." Sebastian said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Kurt's mouth hung agape. What was this about? He never broke up with Blaine.

"What? Blaine and I aren't broken up. Well, at least... well, we weren't as of yesterday. I don't really know what we are right now," Kurt's voice trailed off. He shook his head in confusion.

"Well, that's not what Blaine told me. He said you dumped him a week ago, that's when we started talking. He seemed really distraught so, I decided to help him out." Kurt shook his head back and forth, trying to take all of this in. There was only one explanation.

"You– You're lying! Blaine wouldn't say that. It's not true!" Kurt was now beyond the point of tears. He was so confused he didn't really know what to do. He didn't know if he should cry or laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"Look, Kurt. I don't know what's going on. I'm just telling you what Blaine told me. I–I may have come on to Blaine a little strong, I'll admit; I'm ambitious. But even I wouldn't knowingly date Blaine if you and him were still together," Kurt was speechless. He didn't know who to believe. "I know, you don't like me, or trust me. But who asked me to send him some special pictures? Think about that Kurt." And with that Sebastian got back into his car and sped off.

Kurt spun on the spot, completely at a lost for what all this was. Blaine wouldn't cheat on him. That was so out of character it wasn't even fathomable. But, on the other hand Sebastian seemed sincere. And he was right, Blaine did have those dirty texts and pictures on his phone from Sebastian. Kurt didn't know what to do, so he ran. Kurt ran all the way home. As soon as he crossed the threshold the dams broke.

Burt, who had been sitting at the counter eating breakfast before he left for work, jumped when the door burst open. Before he realized what was happening, he had an armful of sobbing Kurt in his grasp. Burt instinctively wrapped his arms around his broken son.

Kurt was so hysterical he was practically convulsing.

"Kiddo," Burt said over his son's tears "Talk to me, son, what's wrong?"

Kurt could only gasp a few words, "Bl–Blaine's been – Blaine's been ch– cheating!" Kurt wailed, burying his face deeper into his dad's chest.

Burt stiffened. He took a deep breath and pushed his son away from him gently so he could look in his eyes. The heartbroken look on Kurt's face was all the confirmation he needed that he had indeed heard what he thought he heard.

Kurt continued to cry for a good hour. In that time Burt had managed to call in help for the shop, saying he'd be late. Kurt was able to recount the entire story to his father, who listened intently, shaking his head and saying 'that bastard!' in all the right places, consistently followed by Kurt angrily whispering saying, 'i know right?'

By the end, both men were fuming. Burt eventually looked at his watch and excused himself, citing, 'the bills aren't going to pay themselves,' with a sorry shrug. He called Kurt in sick to school that day, not having the heart to send him off in such a melancholy mood. Kurt had turned his phone off to avoid any more phone calls or texts from Blaine, and fell asleep on the couch while watching Tangled.

He woke up around 2:00 p.m. to find Blaine sitting on the love-seat across from him.

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