''Blaine… Blaine! Right there, right there… yes. Yes. YES!'' Kurt screamed in the pillow, his teeth biting the pillowcase so hard he could hear the tissue tearing apart. Blaine moaned behind him as he came in the condom. Boneless, and tired, Blaine moved beside him, throwing the used condom somewhere in the room; he didn't care where it landed.

''That was-that was hot,'' he said breathlessly. Kurt only nodded, his chest heaving rapidly.

''Morning-morning sex is amazing,'' he said, staring at the ceiling. ''Consider that a stress reliever for what's coming tonight,'' he concluded. Blaine turned his head to look at his profile.

''You're still nervous, are you?'' Kurt didn't answer. Blaine intertwined their hands firmly, leading their joined hands to his mouth and kissed Kurt's fingers gently. ''Don't be. This party is for you. You've been nervous for two weeks, now. Two whole weeks; ever since Beatrice came up here to proclaim her big apologies.'' Kurt shrugged.

''It's just… you and your family are used to big celebrations… and I've never had something like that for me. I'm not sure I can handle all this attention.''

''Hey… I'll be there. It's gonna be fun! I promise,'' Blaine swore and with a smile, Kurt looked down at their hands on Blaine's chest and his eyes softened as he saw the bracelet he gave him all those weeks ago.

''You still have it,'' Blaine looked at the bracelet with a tender smile.

''Of course. You gave it to me, and I have no attention to part with it,''

''I'm sure Maggie and Beatrice did a great job doing it,'' Kurt said firmly as to believe that he wasn't nervous anymore; just anxious.

''I'm sure,'' Blaine nodded with a smirk. He knew all about the festivities, where it's going to be, who's going to be there, the food; everything. He just couldn't wait to see Kurt's face. He needed this joy in his life and Blaine was ready to do everything, even forgive his siblings if it meant to make Kurt happy.

''Now, come. Pancakes!'' Blaine got out of bed and put on his boxers and took Kurt's hand. He watched with a lazy smile as his boyfriend got fully dressed and couldn't supress his joy; I am with that boy. That beautiful, kind, witty boy is all mine. He couldn't believe his luck.

-X-

''So, I have to check on the food. I'll make sure there are no lobsters, because I know you are allergic, and…''

''Santana, what did I tell you?'' Kurt said, shoving a pancake in his mouth. Blaine watched him as he ate three pancakes already; sex made him hungry.

''Not to work, but…''

''Exactly!'' Kurt made it clear to Beatrice that he didn't want Santana working behind the stoves at his party. He wanted all his friends, including her, enjoying themselves so they had to find another chef that Santana herself recommended. ''I want you to have fun this evening.''

''Fine, fine. Anyway, I have to go.'' She said as she got up from her boot around the kitchen island.

''Where?'' Blaine asked.

''Shopping for a dress.'' She shrugged. ''I have nothing to wear for tonight.'' Before she went to her bedroom, she turned around with a cocky smile as Kurt drank his orange juice. ''Now, you're gonna have the loft for yourself. Better make it good. You woke me up with all your moaning this morning,'' she rolled her eyes and she excited the kitchen and Kurt almost spit out his juice.

There were now in Santana's car, driving all the way where the party in Kurt's honor was going to be held; the Casablanca's. The dress code was classy, but not overly so. Santana had bought a sexy short dress, all in black to show off her curves and it was laces in the back. Kurt had a dark purple short sleeve shirt with a thin black tie and black skinny jeans. Blaine was as classy as ever with his black and white shirt with a black blazer, signed Armani.

Blaine took Kurt's hand, sensing his anxiety and offered him a small, but reassuring smile.

''Ok, boys, here we are,'' Santana said as she parked the car in front of the hotel where a man came to them to drive the car to a private place in the big parking lot. ''First of all, Kurt, have fun. This is all for you, so get a drink –or two- and later tonight, gets your mac on! Oh, and if you see a pretty lady, introduce me to her because I want to meet her lady parts tonight,'' she said as she stepped out of the car. Both boys shook their heads but were used to her, so didn't say anything. When they stepped out of the car, Kurt's eyes were wide. People entered the hotel in evening dresses. Kurt didn't know half of them, but by their smiles and greetings in his direction, they seemed to know him. Beatrice organized the whole thing, so if he didn't want to have 5 friends, she needed to invite her contacts as well, Kurt thought with a shrug. The music was already loud; it wasn't an orchestra, but more like dance music. He could hear Lady Gaga from the first note and his heart swell; he loved that singer! When he entered the ball room where so many festivities were held during the summer, he couldn't believe that this party, all of these people, the food, the decoration, was all for him.

Blaine was smiling; his sister really did a great job and he made sure to tell her everything that Kurt liked; Lady Gaga, choux à la crème, confetti and glitters that illuminated all over the room and the matching colors of the tablecloth on the tables, to the curtains surrounded the big windows were a rich and dark purple; Kurt's favorite color. Everything was perfect. The farthest wall was lining up with glorious and gorgeous food with a big chocolate fountain in its center.

''Blaine, Kurt" Beatrice came to them with a glass of wine in hand. She was beaming.

''Beatrice, hi,'' Kurt said, still awestruck.

''You'll thank me later,'' she winked at him. ''Now, I want you to enjoy yourself, okay?'' she said in a caring tone, like a big and protective sister would say. Kurt nodded and smiled shyly at her.

''Yeah, okay. I- Thank you,'' he concluded because he was at a loss of what to say to her, to the efforts she did to make of tonight a possibility. ''For everything,'' Beatrice only smiled.

''You did great, sister,'' Blaine said not unkindly and he actually smiled at her; he doesn't remember the last time he smiled at his big sister; half-sister, now.

Beatrice waved to some people in the crowd, so with a quick apology and wishing them a good evening, she was gone with a whirlpool of glitters and perfume. The next song was now Marry the night, Kurt's favorite, and he really wanted to let loose. He grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him by the dance floor. Blaine didn't complain, though. It reminded him of their wild night in the rave surrounded by half naked and sweaty bodies, glittering by the moon light and the superficial pink and blue lights; but tonight, they were all fully dressed. Blaine had noticed that the party had a younger audience. Usually, celebrations held in the hotel had a classier, middle-aged people that resided in the hotel with a big orchestra and boring conversations. Beatrice said she would invite her friends and some influential people to be present for the event. He had noticed his dad in a far corner with his golf buddies with a brandy in hands. He was surprised to see him there. The music was loud and like the younger ones, they danced like nothing else mattered. They were only inches apart and they could feel the warm breath of the other, the light of joy in their eyes, the smiles and giggles when Blaine was bold enough to touch Kurt's bottom. This party was to celebrate Kurt being in their family as Blaine's official boyfriend, right? So Blaine used it in his advantage and being super clingy and just, maybe, sultry to show to people that yes, Blaine Anderson had a boyfriend and it was serious and yes, if Charles, for whatever reason he was here, could see him see that his plot to get rid of Kurt out of their lives had failed miserably.

It was childish and he knew it, but he was damn proud to be with the blue-eyed boy and so happy that his messed-up life had changed its course for the better. Even Rachel, dancing with an awkward but adorable Finn, seemed to enjoy herself, even if she hardly spoke to Kurt after the diner at Santana's. She was still there, supporting their relationship, so he considered it progress, right?

Santana was chatting with a beautiful black girl by the buffet and Blaine knew it would end in the sheets. Should they come back at Santana's tonight, or should he sleep at the hotel with Kurt? Two couples sleeping together in the same roof could be… awkward, right?

He was pulled out of his train of thoughts by wet lips pressing against his. He moaned softly; he liked it when Kurt licked his lips beforehand. It made them full, rosy and sensual. Those wet lips were meant to awake desirable thoughts and wants and here, on the dance floor, that was what they wanted, while dry lips were more for a soft, gentle kiss goodbye.

''You're so hot,'' Blaine whispered.

''You're not bad yourself,'' Kurt said with a teasing smile. Blaine placed his head in the crook of Kurt's shoulder as they danced slowly, entranced by the music. He smelled Kurt's shampoo and Kurt, in return, inhaled the old spice perfume that his boyfriend wore for tonight. It was such a familiar smell to him, now. It wasn't too strong, but still there. It was a comfort for Kurt to smell it.

''Are you hungry?'' Blaine suddenly said. ''The chocolate fountain looked amazing,'' Kurt nodded eagerly and they both walked out of the dance floor and made their way to the buffet. A strong and large hand was on Kurt's shoulder and he turned around, expecting to see Puck or Finn, but definitely not them. His smile vanished; he knew that they had the idea, with Beatrice, to do this party for him. He should be happy to see them, forgiven and flattered that they thought about putting all of this together for him. And yet, he still clings to Blaine's side, clutching his hand. He forced a kind smile because after all, he really was trying to see them in a new light.

''Kurt, Blaine,'' Patrick greeted. He was tanner than usual because of his honeymoon in the Bahamas.

''Pat, Christian, Dan,'' Blaine acknowledge his brothers with a nod.

''Glad you could come,'' Danny said with a little smile.

''It's my party, isn't it?'' Kurt asked lightly, trying to lighten up the mood and to help relax Blaine who just looked like ready to attack at any moment. It was the first time since the wedding that either of them sees them.

''Look, guys,'' Christian signed. ''I'm sure Beatrice told you that, but we just want to make things right. Blaine, you're our brother, man. We don't want you out of our lives,'' he said sadly. ''And Kurt, know that you're welcome in our family,'' he said it in a tone of voice that Kurt couldn't decipher and stayed mute. He couldn't talk, couldn't think. If they wanted Kurt and Blaine to forgive them, they needed more than one night to do so. All the brainwash, all the blackmails, the secrets and Christian wanting to hurt Kurt but end up punching Blaine… all of it, they needed more than one night to forgive and forget.

''We know it can't be tonight, so… no pressure, alright?'' Patrick asked, patting Blaine's shoulder and Kurt could see him melting by the brotherly affection and was just pleased, that maybe, things could go alright after all and Blaine could still have his family, his brothers. The hazel eyes softened considerably and looked at Patrick.

''Yeah. Sure. I just… thank you, for doing this for Kurt,'' he said at last, taking Kurt's hand in his. He still wasn't sure about his brothers and couldn't just forgive, hell, he didn't forget Beatrice yet, but he knew, with time, he was on his way to do it and if the longing looks Maggie sent him through the night was any indication, she wished that her kids will get along eventually.

''Our pleasure,'' Christian said before walking away to talk to his friends in a far corner of the ballroom. Patrick looked steadily at the boys in front of him. ''Thanks, you know… for not telling Quinn,'' For a second, anger flared up in Kurt, but he stayed calm, composed.

''It's not our business.'' Kurt shrugged. Actually, Kurt wanted to say something to Quinn, even if he ended up friends (such a big word) with Patrick, what he does is not right and it had to stop. But she was away in the Bahamas and since the last couple of days; it was like she had other plans and couldn't see him.

''This was… strange,'' Kurt said as they were now alone again near the bar. Blaine nodded and squeezed Kurt's hand.

''Strange indeed.'' Blaine agreed. ''But I guess they're trying,'' Blaine looked passed Kurt's shoulder and saw Charles watching him and he gave him a warm smile and a polite nod before going back to his conversation with his friends. Blaine frowned; so what, they were all going to apologize, even his father? Strange indeed, but Blaine needed to concentrate on what Maggie told him; everybody deserve a second chance.

For two hours, they enjoyed the party; they celebrated with Santana when she wasn't glued to the beautiful African girl and with Mercedes, and even if she agreed to sing some songs when Beatrice asked her to, they were just happy that for once, everything seemed to go right for them. Puck seemed to enjoy himself, dancing with two beautiful girls and ever since he came to the hotel, jaws dropped, wondering who this bad boy was who suddenly showed up and his Mohawk and his leather jacket; was he a son of a lawyer or of the general governor of a foreign country or was he a popular rock star? Whatever the reason, he seemed to have a girl attached to his hip every time Kurt saw him and even if his world changed, things will always stay the same. Luckily.

Kurt and Blaine drank moderately and the curly-haired boy enjoyed the flush face of his boyfriend; his eyes seemed bluer. ''Do you remember dancing in the garden when there was no music?'' Blaine suddenly asked. Kurt looked at him, surprised, then with a nod and a fond look replied; ''Yes. I mostly remember not to blush or look like a teenager having a crush on the popular guy in the school,'' he said, rolling his eyes.

''Well, I'm not the popular g…'' Kurt scoffed at that. ''Okay, maybe in a way, but… come on.'' He leaned forward to brush his warm lips on Kurt's ear. ''We'll have more intimacy.'' Kurt had goose bumps just by the prospect of spending some quality time with Blaine when no one could see them.

The two boys stumbled in the desert gardens, giggling like two teenagers in love who were just a little, and tiny bit tipsy. ''So, may I have this dance?'' Kurt asked as seriously as possible, leaning against Blaine's side and his face was inches away from Blaine, his eyes darkened and Blaine scoffed.

''Dancing was just a pretext to leave the party and had our own little fun,'' he smiled as he squeezed Kurt's ass.

''Mm… I wouldn't have that any other way,'' Kurt murmured as he attacked Blaine's lips and they both fell on the grass, both laughing but they soon stopped as the lust and passion took over and they were just focused on each other.

''I want you,'' Blaine whispered as he cupped Kurt's cheek in his hand.

''I want you to, but I'm afraid it'll have to wait,''

''Why?'' was Blaine's indignant response.

''Everyone can see us,'' Kurt said. ''But I'm okay with making out.'' It was enough for Blaine, at least, for now. But he still wanted to give something to Kurt. In a swift motion, Blaine turned them over and Kurt was now the one laying on the grass.

''Okay, but I want to blow you.'' When he saw Kurt wanting to protest, he put a finger to his lips to silence him. ''Come on, Babe. It's your party, after all. And no one can see us, I promise.'' Kurt nodded shakily; he couldn't refuse Blaine's skilled mouth, after all. And they were hidden behind a bush and everyone was inside, so what's the harm in it?

In two seconds, Kurt was stripped to waist down and the evening breeze did nothing to calm his trembling but soon enough, warm spread through his body as he felt warm and wet lips sliding all the way down his shaft. Blaine took him entirely in his mouth, looking up at him seductively and Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He let out soft moans and groans and a couple of minutes later, he came in his hand and went limp in Blaine's arms, breathing heavily.

Still giggling like two teenagers hopelessly in love that just did the most stimulant and embarrassing thing; they noticed the crowd was slowly gathering in the center of the room. Santana was near the room, just watching with arms crossed.

''Hey, San,'' Kurt said in his bubbly self.

She eyed them both with their flushed faces and messy hair and smirked but didn't comment. ''Beatrice wants to do a little speech,'' she said dryly, obviously disliking the idea of being obligated to hear her annoying voice. ''About you,'' she added as she looked at Kurt and smiled a little bit; at least, it was a speech about her friend, so she couldn't complain too much.

''Me?''

''Everyone's waiting for you! What do you thing? Go!'' Santana said as she pushed the couple forward.

''Ah! Here they are,'' Beatrice said with a sparkle in her dark eyes that Kurt nor Blaine couldn't describe. Blaine's brothers were there as well. As they break through the crowd, Kurt could see two big screens that weren't there before. Before he could say something, Beatrice began to speak.

''Thank you for coming. Now, as you all know, Kurt Hummel is with our beloved brother, Blaine,'' Everyone was eying the couple, some with adoration, like Mercedes, Santana, even Puck and Rachel. And some with envy from other people who whether they wanted Blaine in their bed, or Kurt. ''My brothers and I had decided to recall their meeting and their… blossoming relationship, shall we say.'' She said with a smirk that Blaine knew too well. Suddenly, the room felt too hot for Blaine's liking. He watched his brothers and they wore matching expressions.

''I'm pretty sure everyone knows about my little brother's wild ways,'' Christian said with a glass of champagne in one hand. Some laughed amicably and everyone seemed to enjoy this little thoughtful idea to make this speech for the joy of the couple and the guests. ''He was something else, shall we say. And he was always fallowing us around, and it was quite annoying,'' he said with fondness.

''Come one day, in this very hotel, we decided to play a little game. Nothing too horrible, I assure you. But something to pass the time,'' Patrick continued on, now looking directly at Blaine and now, oh, now Blaine knew what they were doing and the room was hotter and hotter with every second. ''And it was like that every summer, and this summer, we decided to let Blaine play a little bit,'' he said and everyone was hanging his every word, just wanting to know when and where and how this pale blue-eyed young American seduced Blaine Anderson; how?

''The rules were simple; in his case, find a guy, befriend him, make him fall in love with you, sleep with him, then humiliate him. Simple enough, right?'' Danny said as he drank the last drop of his glass. Kurt looked at Blaine, confusion written all over his face.

''Blaine, honey, what are they talking about?'' he asked softly to his boyfriend whose breathing was ragged and looked anxious. Kurt touched his arm to try and soothe him, but to no level. People now looked at them; some with amused looks, some lost and curious and some awkward ones.

''Yeah, Blaine honey, what's going on?'' Beatrice mocked, her ugly smile plastered all over her make-up face.

''I-I..'' Blaine stuttered, helpless.

''Well, that's their love story,'' Beatrice continued, faking to be moved by how they met. ''Blaine find Kurt,''

''He befriends him,'' Christian continued after his sister.

''He fell in love with him, or… that's what he wants people to think,'' Patrick said, eyeing Kurt who looked just as confused as ever.

''He slept with him,'' Danny said and now, murmurs and gossips began through the crowd.

''And now,'' Beatrice said as she shrugged. ''The humiliation.''

On the two big screens, a film began to play. It was high quality and moans began to be heard. Kurt couldn't breathe, he couldn't see through the tears as it blurs the images, but he could see two silhouettes, the theater where Blaine and he went to see the movie and where they did sexual activities. Some people were gasping, horrified by those sexual images, the more immature guests, boys or girls, whistled as the older ones looked at the couple petrified and disgusted written all over their faces; not because they were gay (well, maybe) but because of the tape; it was utterly humiliating.

Kurt never felt like he was drowning; he could hear the indignant murmurs and the laughter. He could see the shocking and mocking faces of his peers; was it really his peers? He didn't belong here. The tape kept going without anyone stopping this; why don't anybody put a stop on this? The waiters, even the cooks in the kitchen, stopped doing what they were doing to watch the humiliation of Kurt Hummel. Even though the guests were there, judging him, pitying him or laughing at him, the workers looked graved, like they were really sorry for him. They'll never understand the world they served.

Patrick lifted his glass full of red wine in the air and looking hauntingly at Kurt, he said: ''To Kurt!'' Beatrice, Christian and Danny did the same thing, looking at the couple mockingly. The crowd was too shocked to do anything, but stare. Patrick's voice brought Kurt back to life and he ran out of the room, his face hot, his chin trembling and his eyes welling with fat tears.

''Kurt, Kurt!'' he could hear Blaine saying his name behind him, but didn't turn around, too ashamed to see the faces of the people he never felt like he fit in anyways.

When a cold breeze touched Kurt's burning skin, he realized he was already outside, fat and hot tears running down his pale cheeks. He didn't dare to look at the passersby that looked at him strangely.

He came here with Santana's car and he just wanted to go home. The humiliation, the faces, this whole thing was too much for him. He didn't sigh for this! Why did Beatrice and her brothers have to do it? He never did anything to any of them. And Blaine… his stomach recoiled just thinking about him. He was ready to go in a cab when a hand touched his shoulder.

''Let's go home,'' Santana said softly but Kurt could see fire in her dark eyes.

''I-I… I just don't understand,'' he sobbed and Santana hugged him tightly. She just held him tight, not even once saying some sexual joke about the torrid video she just watched.

''Shh… shh… Come on, let's go home. We'll talk here.'' She gently tugged on his sleeve to let him on the nearest cab on the side of the hotel, but another voice erupted from the entrance of the hotel.

''Kurt!'' Santana was the first to look at him and glared at the man standing in front of him. She didn't care if she could see tears in his hazel eyes; all she cared was the tears in the blue ones.

''You have some guts to come here!'' she screamed at him, but Blaine ignored her, wanting to step closer to the crying boy. He went to touch him, but Kurt jerked his arm away.

''Is this true?'' he said brokenly. Blaine shook his head furiously.

''You got it wrong; please, you have to trust me!'' he desperately cried.

''No! I trusted you since the beginning, and you… you played me! I thought- I thought you loved me,'' as the chaos unfolded, a crowd began to form around them, most of them from the party.

''I love you,'' Blaine said sadly and shakily.

''This isn't love.'' Kurt shook his head and his entire body racked with sobs. People who looked at him and laughed at him during the party had a pang of guilt, seeing this broken boy in front of them. ''You only wanted sex and-and you humiliate me,'' he sobbed. ''I've never felt so ashamed in my entire life and a lot of people tried to push me down before, but never like that. What did I do to you to deserve that?'' he whispered at last.

''You were just in the way and Blaine thought you had a nice ass, so why not tap that?'' Christian said from his spot. Kurt tried hard to ignore this comment, but it pierced his heart and his chin trembled madly.

''Kurt, please, let me explain!'' Blaine tried again. ''It wasn't a game, I swear. I really fell in love with you!''

''Yeah,'' a voice said from the mass of people. ''And that's why,'' Sebastian said, standing in front of Kurt, '' the day I came back in the hotel, and you two were so 'in love', we fucked like bunnies behind your back,'' he said matter-of-factly. Kurt, nor Blaine, had the time to look surprise to see him.

''I-I… I have to go,'' Kurt said hurriedly. Santana nodded almost too eagerly.

''There's nothing to see, people,'' she yelled, waving at the crowd to mind their own business.

''Kurt, please,'' Blaine's broken voice was heard.

''Don't'' Santana sneered. Once in the cab, Kurt took his head in his hands and cried. He felt a pair of arms around him, and another one. He looked up to not only see Santana sat beside him, but Rachel, too. She held his hand tightly in hers, stoking his hair lovingly with the other. She didn't say anything; not I told you so, or that Blaine character was bad news, anyways, You shouldn't have come to Europe in the first place or let's get back to New-York as soon as possible. She didn't say anything. He faintly hears her say to Santana that Finn stayed in the room, packing their things.

When he watched the city came into views, he lifted his head and looked at his friend, his sister.

''I'm glad you came here,'' he murmured shakily. He needed her as ever. No amount of arguments or disagreements will change that. Rachel only kissed his temple as a sigh of her love and support towards him.

-X-

The party was over; Beatrice wanted to humiliate him and now that was done, she stopped the party. Maggie played on a napkin on a table; it was quiet, except for the workers who still clean the place. A deep laughter echoed off the walls and Maggie closed her eyes, her blood boiling.

''Well, that was some party,'' Charles said as he approached his wife.

''And I presume you found it very funny,'' she concluded, her voice icily cold.

''Why, yes,'' he pointed to a worker and from this single gesture, he was handed a brandy. ''Christian was in the theater, smoking and he saw them. So he filmed it. Beatrice had this idea and why the hell not?''

''You- you knew what that little child was planning?''

''Well, of course,'' he shrugged. ''It was a great idea to put that New Yorker in his place for good. Now, he won't bother us anymore.'' Beatrice was silent for a moment, examining that monster she used to call her husband. She made up her mind.

''I want a divorce,'' she said.

''Not this again,'' Charles signed. ''We already discussed it. Your place is here, with us,'' he said firmly.

''Because you don't want a little dirt on your reputation of a loving father and husband. Well, too bad,'' she said, but her heart was pounding. She was finally going through with it.

''And where are you going to go?'' he said, mocking her as always because she wanted to break free. She shrugged defiantly.

''I don't know yet,'' she said and Charles seemed surprise by the response, because usually, the conversation stopped there. Now, Maggie looked more determined than ever to leave him. ''But it's better than here anyways.'' She stood up and went to leave, but turned around one last time. ''I can't believe you did this to this boy, and to your own son!''

''He's not my son,'' he said in an eerie calmness.

''Very well,'' Maggie said, disappointed clear in her eyes.

Maggie left the ballroom, trying to make a plan in his head. Just when she was about to step on the marble stairs, she heard voices coming from the salon near the reception where there was big leather couches and a grand piano.

''So, Sebastian, I thought you were back to France,'' Maggie heard her daughter's voice, then a giggle.

''Yeah, but I couldn't miss this party. Kurt's face was worth it, though,'' he said with a satisfied smile.

''This is the game, Blaine should've had known better,'' Christian said matter-of-factly. Maggie stepped into the room, her red dress sparkling into the lights of the room. Her eyes held disapproval and betrayal and asked to herself: Is that how I raised my kids?

''Hey, mom,'' Patrick greeted her but the cool look held him in place.

''Children,'' she said calmly, but coolly. She eyed each of them, Patrick, Danny, Christian, Beatrice, and then Sebastian that she had known since he was a little boy. She couldn't believe they did something like that to a friend, a brother. ''I've never raised you like this,''

''Spare us the whole speech, mom,'' Beatrice rolled her eyes and Maggie glared at her.

''If you weren't legal, I'd ship you off in a very, very strict school for girls, young lady,'' she said harshly. ''What you did to Blaine, but mostly to Kurt, was horrible! It was vile and mean and only a heartless person could have done this,'' now, tears were glistering in her brown eyes. ''Would it killed you to see your brother so in love? Why were you so against the fact that they were happy together?'' she didn't expect a response, though.

''Kurt just used him for money,'' Danny scoffed and the others agreed. Maggie shook her head, shocked written all over her face.

''I can't believe you. I cannot believe you,'' she said. ''I don't want to talk to you right now,'' she finally said. ''Think about what you've just done. And don't expect me to forgive you. I'm not staying here, nor will I return to Florida with you guy at the end of the mouth.''

''Where are you going?'' Beatrice said, surprised by Maggie's hard demeanor.

''I'm divorcing your dad and as far as it goes, I'm divorcing from this whole family.''

''So what? You're going to leave us?'' Beatrice said in an annoyed voice. ''Just for that slut who couldn't keep it in his fucking pants. And then, he cried because Blaine only wanted sex with him?''

''Yeah. Mom, are you stupid or what? You can't go!'' Danny boomed.

Maggie tried very hard to keep it together and not cry just there by hearing all those awful things come out of her children. ''I need space to reorganize my life and where I went wrong,'' she softly said. ''You should do some thinking too, before screwing your lives like your father just did,'' she turned her back to her children that did the unthinkable. Her whole family will say she was insane to do that, but who cares what they think? They did something terribly wrong, they needed to see that. And this time, she was not staying the quiet wife by their side; they needed to learn by themselves and just like that, she walked out of her old life, leaving four flabbergasted young, rich and spoiled adults behind.

-X-

''I want to leave,'' Kurt said when he was done crying. When he first came back to the loft, he sobbed for what seemed like hours before he was calm enough to talk. Neither girls needed any more explanation; they just knew what he was saying. He wanted to go back to New York.

Silently, they helped him pack all of his stuff, trying to ignore Blaine's clothes or the things that belonged to him.

''Finn and Puck will meet us at the airport.'' Rachel said, ten minutes later at the door. Santana had used her celebrity card to get four tickets first class for tonight.

Rachel hugged Santana. ''Are you sure you don't want to go with us at the airport?''

''No, it's fine,'' she said and then hugged Kurt as tightly as she could, trying not to cry. She really got attached to this boy. She met him as a shy, brilliant boy, who just had a passion for food as big as her, and now, 5 months later, she was leaving a strong, independent young man who was confident, but now, heartbroken.

''I'm going to miss you,'' Kurt sobbed on her shoulder and she tried very hard to have a brave demeanor, but her voice and heart broke. ''But I'm going to visit you,'' he promised her. ''In the meantime, do a great show, okay?'' She nodded. She was due to do her new season of her cooking show in less than two weeks.

''Hey, Sweet cheeks. This isn't goodbye. I'll come see you and I'll drag your skinny butt to buy some splendid outfits and go eat on the most fabulous restaurants in New York City and we'll eat free because I'm Santana Lopez, renowned chef,'' she said with a wink. For the first time in hours, he truly smiled.

''We'll do that,'' Rachel led the way to the cab awaiting for them and offered a sad smile to Santana who wiped her tears away; she knew that someday, he would have to go back to New York, but she never wish to let him go like this. And Blaine, Santana thought bitterly, was the one to blame.

-XX-

I'm not entirely sure about this chapter and it feels a little bit too rush, but oh well. It's late, so I'm sorry about any weird mistake.