Sorry it has taken so long to update. Real life is a bitch. Hope you enjoy!

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Last time on "Love Me Not":

After cleaning up and recovering from his first real orgasm, Kurt was more than eager to go get coffee. They left the room, holding hands, then putting their arms around each other, then stopping and kissing. Finally reaching the café, Kurt ordered their coffee. The female clerk rang them up without a problem. The man preparing the coffee, however, couldn't take his eyes off Kurt. He had to start over several times because he was so caught up in Kurt. Finally, as the man was staring, Blaine kissed Kurt in a way where there was no mistake who he belonged to. The female clerk ended up making their coffee and gave their money back.

They went to a table and sat next to each other, sharing light touches and kisses as they drank their coffee. Blaine boldly asked if he could stay the night. Kurt agreed as long as they only slept. Blaine agreed, having just wanted to hold his boyfriend.

As they finished and went to walk out of the café, somebody grabbed Blaine and Kurt's hands.

"My friends! It has been so long! I see this time it is Kurt who is dealing with a problem. We'll be in touch, boys. First we are on the search for a taco for me and some chocolate for the big guy," a woman said. She was short with long salt and pepper hair. Her eyes were bright and friendly. The man with her was huge. Easily six foot five, slightly dark skinned, and bald.

"Um, who are you?" Blaine finally asked.

"Of course you wouldn't remember! I'm Moira and this is Ahmet. We're here to help you. Expect my call, my sweets."

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"What are you talking about," Kurt demanded.

"Ah, Kurt. Don't get upset," Moira said kindly, coming closer to him. "I don't have time to explain everything, but obviously things are changing in your life. You are going to need me. There will be questions and the universe will give me the answers."

"Um, I think you have the wrong people. We don't believe in psychics and all that," Blaine said.

"You will, sweetie. Don't you worry about that. Now, Kurt, come Monday, there will be a great ending in your life. Blaine, you will want to be near him sometime in the afternoon. Do not doubt this," Moira said, staring into Blaine's eyes.

Blaine shivered under the force of her stare and simply nodded.

"We will talk again soon. Here," she said, handing Kurt what looked like a tarot card. "My number is on there. Call me if you need me sooner."

With that the tall man and Moira walked into the café and didn't look back. Kurt and Blaine stood there for a moment alternately staring at each other and at the café. Finally, they wandered silently back to Kurt's dorm room and sat on the bed.

Kurt stared at the card Moira had given him. "What the heck is this anyway?"

"I think it is a tarot card. It says 'Two of Cups' on the bottom. I had a goth friend in middle school who thought she was a witch because she owned a tarot deck and the book that defined them," Blaine said with a slight smile. "You could probably Google it and find the meaning."

"I think I will," Kurt said. "This whole thing has freaked me out. I want to see if this has some sort of meaning that applies to us."

He walked over to his desk and pulled up Google on his laptop, typing in 'Two of Cups'. Seeing that Wikipedia had extensive definitions, Kurt clicked on it and began reading out loud.

To understand the Two of Cups, you have to look at the image. A man and a woman stare into each other's eyes, sharing their emotions by way of the cups. The wings and snakes form a Caduceus, and with the lion head present, the elements are similar to the Chimera and suggest danger or heroism in the transaction.

There is romance between them, a sexual attraction. The Two of Cups shows power that is created when two come together. This is the card that lovers want to see, and, in fact, the Two of Cups is the minor arcana equivalent of the Lovers in many ways. The Two of Cups has a deeper meaning as well. Whenever two forces are drawn together, there is the potential for bonding. This card can stand for the union of any two entities - people, groups, ideas, or talents. In readings, the Two of Cups tells you to look for connections in your life, especially those that are one-on-one. Now is not the time to separate or stay apart. It is the time to join with another and work as a partnership. If you are in conflict, look for truce and the chance to forgive and be forgiven. If you are struggling with two choices or tendencies within yourself, seek to reconcile them.

Usually, the Two of Cups is welcome in a reading, but it can also sound a note of warning. The energy of Two can be very compelling. They create between themselves a world of their own that can feel exclusionary to outsiders. "Two's company; three's a crowd." Make sure that the tendency to pair off is not creating disharmony in your situation.

"It sounds like us, doesn't it," Kurt said, smiling.

Blaine came over and looked at it over Kurt's shoulder before nuzzling into his neck. "I like this, definitely. Especially the part that says we create a world of our own," he said, nibbling at the base of Kurt's neck.

"Look, it adds more in the description," Kurt said, breathless, leaning his head back against Blaine for a moment, lost in the feelings Blaine was stirring in him.

Partnerships and unions are represented by the Two of Cups. Much like the Lovers card in the Major Arcana, energies come together to create a mutual bond. Beauty, power, and electric vibrations occur, bringing romance and sexual energy to the scene. Platonic relationships also benefit from the Two of Cups. This is the card that signifies reconciliation. Struggles come to an end, and harmony is restored to even the most hostile of relationships. Inner conflicts also come into play when this card appears. An inner peace is created. Expect to feel strongly connected to others, but also to other entities that bring two together like ideas or talents.

"Blaine, look, I don't get this. The pictures online are all of a man and woman, even the description is of a man and woman. Our card from that lady has two men. Is it a mistake?" Kurt asked.

"Or is it a message from the universe?" Blaine said with his eyes wide, grinning.

"Ooh, freaky," Kurt laughed.

"I love the sound of your laugh," Blaine said, turning Kurt's chair and pulling him up and into his arms. "It sounds like angels."

"You mean little girls giggling?" Kurt asked, relaxing into his embrace.

"Stop that, Kurt. This is who you are now. I love the changes in you. Apparently so do a lot of other men, but I'm the lucky one who gets you. You need to accept yourself. What did that card say, something about inner conflicts and peace? You have to find peace in who you are. You express yourself so beautifully through your wardrobe and your sense of self. You need to find that same expression in your voice. Learn to love the way you sound, babe. Confidence is sexy, remember that. So if I find you unbelievably sexy now, how much more sexy would you be when you accept yourself. I'd come just being in your presence," Blaine ended, his voice a whisper in Kurt's ear as he ran his fingers up and down Kurt's arms.

Kurt was breathing heavily. "This isn't fair, Blaine. We agreed to just sleep when we got back," he whimpered.

"Who said we can't do just that," Blaine said, licking a line from Kurt's ear to his collar bone. "I'm simply enjoying you for a moment."

Kurt moaned. Grabbing the hair on the back of Blaine's head, he pulled the shorter man to him and attacked his lips, licking at his lips and demanding entrance with his tongue. Blaine relented and their tongues swirled around each other, tasting, teasing, enflaming.

Blaine broke away, noting that both of their pants were tighter. He knew he had to stop now or he wouldn't stop. Kurt's wish had been to sleep, not to fool around or make love. He didn't say anything about teasing.

"Why'd you stop?" Kurt asked, touching his swollen lips.

"It's bed time, that's why," Blaine said, slipping his shoes off.

"You asshole!" Kurt yelled before breaking into a laugh.

"Just following your rules, babe," Blaine said with a wink.

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Monday brought the return to classes. Kurt had a simple plan. Don't speak. In all of his classes, it was very easy to sink into the background. All the people who wanted to kiss ass by giving all the answers always sat up front anyway. Kurt never did that, but he would occasionally talk to a classmate. Especially if someone had a fabulous outfit on. He would really have to watch himself. He had seen at the café that even if he spoke to a woman with a man nearby, the crazy crept in.

The day went by slowly; like each second lasted an hour as he controlled his desire to speak. He saw a woman with sensational boots and his mouth had opened. When he realized what he was doing, he'd had to pretend he was yawning so he didn't look like an ass.

He traded chatting with texting. All day he texted Blaine, telling him everything he would have spoken aloud. When they met for coffee between classes, Blaine had complained that he'd had to empty his text inbox because it was too full. Kurt just shrugged, smiled, and told him to prepare for the rest of the day.

Finally, classes were over and Kurt went back to his dorm to study before gymnastics. He was able to get through the majority of his homework before he decided to stop and get ready. He didn't want to be late on his first actual day of gymnastics. Luckily, his voice had nothing to do with double back flips and dismounting off the pommel horse.

Entering the gymnasium, he found a place for his bag and began stretching so he would be loosened up before he was instructed on what to do.

That was when everything went wrong.

The coach called out, "When I say your name, tell me you're here." He began calling out names and everyone said 'here'.

"Fredrickson?"

"Here."

"Hodges?"

"Here."

"Hummel?"

"Here," Kurt called out, then slapped his hand over his mouth.

Twenty or more men turned and looked at him. He was surrounded on all sides by men in various stages of stretching.

"Hey Hummel," a blonde next to him said. "Need some help with your stretching?"

The brunette doing the splits in front of him said, "You look amazing in those pants. It shows off your muscle structure beautifully."

Those further away started moving closer and their voices were mingling together.

"You have extraordinary eyes."

"If you want to tumble, I'll be your spotter."

"I have never seen anyone with skin as pale and gorgeous as yours."

"Hummel, I want you. Let me take you out."

Kurt was frozen, he had no idea what to do. There were more and more of them coming around him complimenting him or coming on to him. Even the coach was walking over, though he looked more confused than anything.

"Kurt!"
Kurt looked over and saw Blaine standing off to the side, Kurt's bag over his shoulder.

"Kurt, come on, we gotta get out of here," Blaine called.

"Kurt? Your name is Kurt? That name is as hot as you," a guy said close to his back.

"Kurt, come on, let's just fuck! We can get it on in the locker room," a tall, dark skinned man called.

Kurt was scared. There were so many of them between him and Blaine. He didn't know what to do.

"Move it! Get out of my fucking way!" Blaine was shoving guys out of the way, shouldering others to get them to move. "Come on, Kurt!"

Finally, Kurt saw a way through, dipping and bending to stay out of their way. He met up with Blaine halfway who physically helped him back through until they were free.

"Run," Blaine said and they both ran out of the gym. They ran until they were back at Kurt's dorm, making sure nobody followed them.

They both collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

"Hey Kurt?" Blaine panted.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm safe in saying you're off the gymnastics team," he said.

"Yeah. I think so," Kurt said with a snort. "Know what else?"

"What?" Blaine replied.

"That woman with the tarot card said I would need you and there would be an ending on Monday. She was right," Kurt stated.

"I'm officially freaked," Blaine said.

"Well, I've been freaked since lunatic guys have started coming on to me and chasing me around. But yeah, I'd agree and say I'm freaked with an extra helping of What the Hell," Kurt agreed.

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This is unedited and I apologize for that. I hope you liked it. I'm excited for the next chapter and hopefully I'll be able to get to it soon. Love and hugs to all my readers!