I just had to update. :)

Chapter eight

3rd July 2018

Blaine whistled on his way back from work. Thankfully the school in which he worked was only 10 minutes away on foot and although he'd had to move a little way out of New York to get the job, it was worth it. He loved every minute of being around children and teaching them everything he knew was far more rewarding than being a recording artist had ever been.

He'd also postponed the wedding. He had to make sure that he was 100% positive before he allowed himself to be wed. The night with Kurt on the roof of Wes' wedding reception had really sent his heart into a spin, leaving with little clear inclination of what he really wanted.

One thing was sure – he was more in love with Kurt than he'd ever been before.

The second thing was that he had to do something about it.

He hadn't decided yet whether that thing was to marry Jeff and repress any leftover feelings for Kurt or whether he needed to go to New York and tell Kurt that he couldn't live without him.

He loved Jeff…he just didn't love him enough.

Jeff had yet to know of his night of passion with Kurt. On the contrary, Blaine hadn't been able to think of anything else. Every time he and Jeff did the deed, it was all Blaine saw and felt and thought about. He couldn't get it out of his head.

Blaine knew he was wrong – he knew it was all wrong but he wanted love so desperately. Kurt had denied him and Jeff was willing to love him unconditionally. Who was he to pass that up?

The years had changed Blaine. A decade ago and he would have never believed he'd have become what he had. As a boy he'd always been a romantic. He believed that love blossomed out of nowhere and struck their victims with as much force as a gunshot. He believed that despite being gay, he'd meet the one and he'd know – he'd instantly know that this was who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

The problem was, he'd met the one and he'd let him go.

Where do you go from there?

Blaine pushed the door open, surprised to find it unlocked. "Jeff?" He called out; sure his partner had said he was working late that day. He didn't bother raising his voice to a high volume, for he was sure of what Jeff had told him.

He heard a scuffling and muffled squeals, followed by thumping. He felt his gut twist. Oh, God no…

He decided against calling again; he was afraid of what he would find. He started to climb the stairs, taking them two at a time but silently to make sure he wouldn't disturb whatever was happening upstairs.

He knew, of course he knew. How could he not know? Jeff was as bad as him.

Standing on the landing, Blaine located the source of the noise instantly. Their bedroom – oh God, the bastard! A fit of rage swept over Blaine and carried him to the door and he cracked it open silently before he could stop himself.

There was Jeff, there was no mistaking that. He was in bed – in their bed – straddling another man. They were both very much naked and laughing. Jeff bent his head down to kiss his companion and Blaine made a disgusted noise.

Jeff turned, revealing the identity of his accomplice – oh God, it was Nick. Kurt's Nick. The Nick who had once belonged to Kurt. Nick, who was probably only in his bed with his boyfriend to get back at Kurt, who he was still pining over, according to Kurt.

There was no way this was happening.

Jeff clapped a hand over his mouth on seeing Blaine, trying excuse after excuse and crawling away from Nick though it was all lost on Blaine. He just stood, staring. He couldn't believe it.

A wave of nausea swept over him and he ran to the bathroom, emptying his guts into the toilet.

Jeff was by his side a few seconds later, rubbing his back soothingly. Blaine growled, anger overtaking him and he threw a hand behind him to blindly push Jeff away. "Don't touch me," Blaine instructed, voice cold. Jeff knew not to argue.

"What can I do?" He asked, desperately.

"Kurt," Blaine managed to heave out, "Call Kurt, please."

An hour passed and finally Blaine resurfaced, shakily descending the stairs to the living room, where Nick and Jeff were sat, talking quietly. On his way down, Blaine received a text. Pulling the phone out of his pocket, he smiled at the sender.

From: Kurt

I'm here. Do I need to come in and beat the crap out of Jeff or should I sit here and think up brilliant cheer-Blaine-up ideas until you come out?

To: Kurt

Come in. Door's unlocked. Might need help stringing Jeff up by the balls and pelting him with rocks. I hope you brought your darts.

Blaine glided into the living room, looking stonily at the two occupants. He didn't sit, instead standing in the centre of the room. He wasn't able to say anything. There was nothing to say.

He heard the door open and in a few moments Kurt was by his side. Blaine physically relaxed, putting an arm around Kurt for support as much as his own personal pleasure.

"What's going on, Blaine?" Kurt asked, seeing the people in the room. "Nick? Jeff? Would someone care to explain?"

"Nick and Jeff," Blaine spat out, "they…I came home and they…"

"Hey, it's okay," Kurt soothed, having pieced together the puzzle for himself. He turned his best bitch-please stare on Jeff. "So, would you care to give your side of the story or can we just call you a cheating twat and be done with it?"

Jeff winced. Kurt felt no remorse. "There's no excuse. I was so – Blaine was getting cold feet and I just wanted to feel wanted again. I…I didn't mean any harm, I just…met Nick and things changed."

Kurt laughed. The sound was cold. "And Nick, you're here because you're in love with Jeff? Regardless of the fact that he's nearly a married man? Did things change when you met him too?"

Nick swallowed. "I…Kurt, you know how I feel – felt, whatever – about you. But Jeff's different. When we were together, it didn't matter that he was married and that I was still broken hearted over you. I just wanted him."

Kurt let out a frustrated breath, trying to hide his discomfort that he and Nick were so similar. "Well," Kurt started with a voice of authority, "I think you're both as bad as each other. Clearly neither wanted each other that much. Blaine…I think this is your time to tell him." Kurt muttered, seeing Jeff's look of confusion.

Blaine nodded. He'd resolved to tell Jeff before discovering that he was also cheating, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity. "Jeff…Kurt and I – we…at Wes' wedding…we slept together." Jeff's mouth fell open. Blaine couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. "I think we're even now. Consider this relationship officially over." Blaine looked at Kurt desperately. "Can we go now, please?"

Kurt nodded, leading Blaine by the hand out of the room, pausing only to tell Jeff that they'd be back to pick up Blaine's stuff later in the week.

Kurt packed Blaine into the passenger seat, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead before getting into the seat next to him. No words were spoken, but somewhere on the journey their hands linked together over the gearstick.

Though Blaine was still shocked and reeling from the day's discoveries, he had a feeling that the future would be significantly brighter now.

TBC…:)