A/N: Hi there everyone! I'm so so sorry this update has taken so long! I've been suffering from severe writer's block, and for a while I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this. In case any of you didn't know, this was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I received so much encouragement to continue, I couldn't say no. Fortunately, and for reasons I will never understand, my Post-Potter Depression cured my writer's block. (And may I ask that we just take moment to remember and be grateful for the unbelievable phenomenon of Harry Potter that has changed lives so immensely). Anyway, I just randomly started writing yesterday (probably because it was the only thing that prevented me from bursting into tears every half hour) and ended up outlining the rest of this story, and a few others. My point being, look forward to many more updates in the near future. I'm anticipating this story will be another 4 or 5 chapters. Anyway, as my way of apologizing for such a long wait, I'm giving you an extra long chapter this time!

Also, I would like to remind everyone that in the future, there will be some very important things in the author's notes, so I encourage you to read them. I know I have a tendency to ramble, but bear with me, because there will be some very important notes coming up soon.

A few people had been wondering when this would be taking place in canon. I think it's reasonable to say that this story is very un-canon, but were it to be so, I believe it would be taking place after Nationals, meaning Kurt and Blaine have already exchanged "I love you's", but there will be Glee club meetings in this story, so for the purposes of this story, the last meeting was not right after Nationals. Also for the purposes of this story, assume Mercedes and Sam never turned up in the coffee shop that day and were not revealed to be secretly dating.

And on a last note, I have a cryptic, fore-shadowy type message for you all. A lot of people have been reviewing with a lot of anger towards Kurt. And what I have to say is this: cut Kurt a little slack here. You don't know the whole story yet, and Kurt does have a bit of explaining to do. Give him a chance.

Once again, I'd like to thank everyone for their kind reviews and enthusiasm, and mostly for their patience. Thank you all so much for the support. Please remember, an author loves herself some reviews! Again, don't own them. But I've got 10 dollars if they happen to be for sale? Anyway, I hope you enjoy Chapter 4!

Rachel sat at the head of Kurt's bed, his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his mussed hair. Normally he would have violently threatened anyone who touched his hair (besides Blaine of course…), but at this point he knew it was beyond help, and besides, the comfort from one of his best friends felt good. Mercedes sat beside him rubbing his hand, with Tina on her other side. Brittany sat at the foot of his bed, watching him, and Lauren and Santana were cross-legged on the floor. Quinn stood, eyes on the floor, leaning against Kurt's dresser with her arms crossed.

Kurt had just finished quietly retelling the events in the coffee shop, however leaving out the details of the phone and the picture. He couldn't bring himself to share that part. If his friends knew the truth about what had happened, they would be furious, and he needed their support more than anything now.

"Did he even tell you why?" Tina murmured.

"I…" Kurt trailed off, shutting his eyes. What could he say?

"Okay, where's your phone?" Mercedes was suddenly demanding angrily. Kurt sat up and stared as his friend snatched the phone off his bedside table and dialed.

"What? Why? What are you doing?"

"That boy is not getting' away with this, especially if he didn't even give you a reason," she growled.

"Mercedes, no!"

Kurt grabbed the phone away from her and shoved the end button, desperately hoping the call hadn't had time to connect.

"What? He can't just do that to you for no reason! Imma give him a piece of my mind!"

"Mercedes, you can't! You don't understand!"

"What don't I understand?"

"I…I can't…"

Kurt fell silent, the confession on his lips.

"Kurt…" Quinn said quietly. The entire group looked up at her. She hadn't spoken the entire time they'd been there, and now she locked eyes with Kurt, hers betraying fear and knowing. A tense moment passed, Kurt silently watching her and reading her expression.

"It was you, wasn't it?" he asked, comprehension dawning over his face. "You sent him the…"

Quinn stared a moment longer before nodding slowly.

"I'm so sorry Kurt," she said quickly. "I shouldn't have…I should have talked to you. I was wrong. I just…when I saw you it…it made me think of when I'd made the same mistake. And I was just angry…not so much with you, but…anyway, I was angry, and I wasn't thinking, and I just did the first thing I thought of. I'm sorry Kurt, I shouldn't have don't that to you. I didn't think Blaine would…I'm so sorry," she finished, hanging her head.

"Kurt stared at her, letting the words sink in. For some reason, he wasn't surprised. And for some even stranger reason, he wasn't angry.

"It's alright," he said slowly. "I understand."

She looked up, her eyes wet, and Kurt nodded. Quinn smiled weakly, features relaxing with relief but remaining solemn. She felt blessed to have his forgiveness, but knew the damage had been done, and there was nothing to be done for it.

"Um, 'scuse me?" Santana cut in, making both Quinn and Kurt jump. "Do you two wanna explain what the hell you're talking about?"

"Santana!" Rachel muttered harshly, but stared expectantly at Kurt, curious.

"What? Clearly we're missing something here and I kinda think we have a right to know!"

"Santana…"Quinn began warningly.

"No, no. It's okay. She's right." Kurt said.

"So what are you two on about?" Santana prodded.

Kurt glanced around at his friends, all of them watching him. He sighed and squeezed Mercedes's hand.

"Blaine…Blaine broke up with me because Quinn sent him a picture of…of Sam kissing me," he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut.

The room was completely silent. Kurt waited for someone to say something, anything, but when no one did, he blinked his eyes open.

Everyone's expression (excluding Quinn) was the same; total shock. Everyone stared at Kurt, mouths hanging open and eyes wide.

"…guys?" Kurt tried.

Suddenly, the room was exploding with the shouts of angry and confused girls demanding answers and fighting to be heard.

"HEY!" Lauren bellowed, effectively drowning out the other girls' voices. The room fell silent.

"Thank you Lauren," Santana said. She turned back to Kurt then and held up three fingers.

"Okay. One," she said, ticking off the first finger, "you cheated on Blaine?"

Kurt stared at his hands clasped in his lap and said nothing.

"…Kurt…I..." she sighed. "Whatever. Two: Sam? Sam Evans?"

Kurt nodded, still not looking up.

"Jesus…okay, and three," she said, tuning and glaring at Quinn. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Quinn looked as though she were about to defend herself when Kurt spoke up.

"Santana, leave her alone. She didn't do anything wrong. And as you saw, I already forgave her."

Quinn smiled slightly, grateful.

"Fine," Santana grumbled, turning back to Kurt.

The room was quiet for a moment. Kurt could feel all his friends' eyes on him before Mercedes spoke.

"Kurt, why would you do that to Blaine?"

Kurt said nothing.

"I thought you loved him…"

"I do," he moaned, rubbing at his eyes.

"And he loves you."

"He did," Kurt whispered, a fresh tear escaping and sliding down his cheek.

Brittany sat up and crawled forward, settling into Kurt's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Don't cry, Kurty. I love you."

"Thanks Britt," he said, wrapping his arms around her back, returning the hug. "Love you too."

Kurt looked up to meet Rachel's gaze. For once, she said nothing, but only watched him, her brow furrowed in thought and her lips pursed. Her expression was unreadable.

Hours later, Kurt sat alone in his bedroom staring at his cell phone. The girls had left a half hour earlier, and now h sat, the number dialed on his phone, debating whether or not to click the send button.

He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in deeply, refusing to look as he pressed the call button and held the phone up to his ear.

He listened to it ring once, twice, three times, and when he feared Blaine wouldn't answer at all, he heard a click and a voice on the other line.

"Hello?"

But that wasn't Blaine's voice.

"David? Is that you?"

"Yeah, Kurt. It's me."

Kurt could hear it in his friend's (were they still friends?) voice. The disappointment. The betrayal.

"I…is Blaine there?"

David sighed.

"Why, Kurt? What do you want to say to him?"

Kurt stiffened. David had always been the understanding one who would listen, and help work things out. Kurt realized how much it hurt to hear his old friend sound this upset with him. It wasn't anger in his voice that upset Kurt so much…it was the way David sounded s his he'd lost all faith in Kurt. Almost the same way Blaine had sounded in the coffee shop.

"I…I just wanted to talk to him. Please,"

"I don't think that's the best idea Kurt."

"…David, please," he pleaded weakly. "I just want to talk to him. Try to…explain everything."

David sighed again, and Kurt knew him well enough to know he'd be pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Look, either way, you couldn't talk to him now anyway. He's not here. He went out."

Kurt felt his breathing catch. Blaine had gone out…was he with someone? Already? Some other guy that wasn't…that wasn't Kurt?"

"Oh…is he…is he with anybody?"

"No, nothing like that. Rachel came by about 15 minutes ago to pick him up. She just said she wanted to take him for a drive and talk."

Kurt listened in surprise. "She did?"

"Yeah. Look, I can let him know you called, but…"

"No," Kurt said quickly. "No, that's alright. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. And Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"I…look, Blaine is…he's really upset. I mean, he's devastated. You really messed up…"

Kurt blinked back tears.

"I know," he said quietly.

"I'm not saying this to upset you. I'm saying this because…you just really need to do something."

"I'm trying."

David sighed again.

"Okay. Goodnight, Kurt."

The line clicked, and David was gone. Kurt was alone.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! Again, please remember, the next few Author's notes will be somewhat important, so please make sure to read them. I'll try to keep them short. Thank you so much for reading! Much love!