I don't even know if this is the end.
I know, I know. I'm so useless.
But if this is the end, then it's kind of a sad ending. So sorry about that.

But yeah. Review and stuff. If you fancy it.

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A Little Bit of Fun Part Eight

Hey, Kurt. On my way home, should be there about 9. I missed you, babe xxx

Kurt read the text over again, before looking disappointedly at the clock. It was already 8.30pm and he didn't understand where the time had gone. It felt like only five minutes ago that he was waking up next to Blaine and completely overcome with happiness. And now... now it was all over. Now Dave was coming back. Kurt told himself to suck it up. He had always been an excellent actor, was always great at pretending that everything was fine and that he loved Dave more than anything. He could do this.

"I can do this."

He looked defiantly at his reflection in the large mirror about the mantel in the living room, Blaine standing sadly beside him.

"I can do this," he told himself again. "I'm a great actor, Oscar-winning even. I can do this. I can stay with him and he'll never know that anything is different. I can do this."

Blaine frowned into the mirror before turning and throwing himself down on the sofa. He had never felt so awful. He was sure that Kurt could convince Dave that nothing had changed, but Blaine wasn't so sure whether he'd be able to hide the longing and heartbreak from his face. He wasn't sure he'd be able to watch Kurt go back to his old spoilt, superficial self and cosy up to Dave without the jealousy driving him mad. Kurt finally looked away from the mirror and sat down next to Blaine, taking hold of his hand.

"It's all gone a bit Moulin Rouge, hasn't it?" he said with a very humourless chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, squeezing Kurt's hand.

"Well, I'm like Satine the amazing, beautiful courtesan that everybody wants," said Kurt. "And you're Christian the sensitive, penniless writer who teaches me all about how great love can be. And David is the formidable Duke that I belong to."

Blaine laughed in spite of himself. "That actually makes a lot of sense. Just as long as you don't die of consumption at the end then I think can live with this analogy."

"I'll try not to start coughing up blood just yet, it would ruin the mood," said Kurt, and soon they were giggling uncontrollably.

They shifted on the sofa so they were closer, holding each other as they laughed. When they laughter finally died down they looked into each other's eyes, still smiling, and caught each other's lips in yet another surprisingly innocent kiss, sighing into it a little bit. Once they separated Kurt held Blaine close and pressed a kiss just behind his ear. He sang very softly, his voice barely a whisper.

"Come what may... I will love you... until my dying... day..."

Blaine smiled sadly, his eyes suddenly brimming up with tears that he used all his strength to hold back.

"Is that our song now?" he whispered.

"I guess so," Kurt murmured. "I mean, I know it's kind of depressing, but the lyrics are very appropriate."

Blaine pulled away and looking into Kurt's eyes – those beautiful greenish blue eyes that he was so in love with – and stroked his cheek. Kurt smiled, but it was the most heartbreaking smile Blaine had ever seen.

"You know, me and David don't even have an 'our song'," he said. "We were never a very sentimental couple."

He sighed, and Blaine wasn't sure what to say. He continued to stroke Kurt's cheek, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face and still staring into his greenish blue eyes. Kurt leaned into his touch, and realised with a pang in his stomach that he'd already started talking about his relationship with Dave in the past tense. Everything really had changed.

"This is so not fair," he whispered. "I don't want this to be over when it's only just started. I love you so much."

Blaine sniffed, trying his best not to cry. "I love you too, Kurt. I probably always will. But there's nothing we can really do."

"I know," Kurt huffed, frowning. "Life is such a bitch."

Blaine chuckled in spite of himself. He pulled Kurt closer and kissed him again, trying to memorise the feel of Kurt's lips against his, the warmth and the electricity and the sheer perfection. He wanted to remember it all.

They sprang apart suddenly when they heard the front door open and Dave's deep voice calling "Kurt, I'm home!"

Kurt stood up quickly, his rosy cheeks suddenly flushed. After a fleeting apologetic look at the terrified Blaine, he rushed out of the living room and out into the hall. Dave stood at the doorway as his tall and rather gormless driver, Finn, brought in his bags. Kurt blushed a little harder. Incidentally, Finn had been one of Dave's many associates that Kurt had shamelessly flirted with – and occasionally fool around with – a million years ago. Finn gave him a crooked smile and an awkward little wave behind Dave's back, but Kurt chose to act like he hadn't noticed.

"Kurt, baby," said Dave, his arms outstretched. "I missed you so much!"

Kurt quickly rearranged his face into a winning smile, aware that his face was still very red, and rushed into Dave's arms, hugging him tightly and letting Dave lift him off his feet.

"I missed you too, Honey-bear," he said, surprised at how normal he sounded. He noticed Finn frowning as he left, shutting the front door behind him, but Dave was unaware.

"Baby, this has been the longest weekend ever," he said, putting Kurt back on his feet. "I swear, if Azimio and his boys weren't so dangerous I would've taken you to New York with me. I know how much you love the place."

"Well, I'm just glad you're home, David," said Kurt, still surprised at how normal his voice was – he sounded just like the old Kurt.

"So what were you and Anderson up to while I was away?" asked Dave cheerfully.

Kurt wished he could stop blushing.

"Nothing much," he convincingly lied with a giggle. "It's been kind of boring actually. I've just been waiting for my Honey-bear to come home. I've been so lonely."

Dave laughed, taking Kurt's face in his hands and kissing him on the lips. Kurt was amazed at his own acting ability – suddenly Dave's kisses repulsed him, but managed not to show it at all. He remembered what it was like before this weekend, remembered how much the old Kurt relished Dave attention and possessive affection. It was like looking at someone else's life, the life of an old friend he'd lost touch with. He didn't know how he had managed to change so much in the course of the past three days, but he knew this change was definite. He couldn't imagine himself behaving like he used to. The old spoilt, promiscuous, manipulative Kurt was gone, and this new Kurt – the Kurt who was so in love with Blaine, the Kurt who knew he deserved so much more then to be treated like a possession – had taken his place.

"Ah, Anderson," said Dave, once he was done kissing Kurt. "Nice to see you, man."

Blaine had appeared out of the living room and had been watching Dave kiss Kurt with a heartbroken frown on his face. He tried to smile when Dave addressed him, but it came across as more of a grimace.

"Yeah, you too," he said. "How was New York?"

"Well, I wasn't there as a tourist, Anderson," Dave said with a slight chuckle. "All I saw of the Big Apple were seedy bars and gentleman's clubs. Azimio has set up a kind of high-class strip joint and, after a lot of negotiations, I'm getting a third of its taking. Wanted more, but Azimio's such a hard-ass. Then it was just a case of dealing with so dumb fuck that tried to swindle me out of some cash, but that didn't take too long."

Blaine suppressed a shudder. He knew what Dave meant by 'dealing with'. Surely whatever he'd done to the guy that tried to take his money wouldn't be half as bad as what he would do if he found out Blaine wanted to take his Kurt away.

"Well, you don't need to stay, Anderson," said Dave dismissively. "You can just go. I'll give you a call if I need any packages delivered. But you've been great, man. Thanks for keeping my Kurt happy."

"Yeah," Blaine said, still failing to smile convincingly. "No problem. I'm sure you two have a lot of... catching up to do."

"You know it," Dave said with a sleazy laugh.

He went over and shook Blaine's hand, patting him on the back and leading him to the front door.

"See you round, new guy," said Kurt. "This weekend's been fun."

Blaine turned to face Kurt, and managed to see behind the fake smile to the genuine heartache within. Dave didn't notice a thing. He was oblivious to the loving, silent exchange between his boyfriend and his employee.

"Yeah, it has," said Blaine. "Bye, Kurt."

He walked out of the house, looking back to see Dave hugging Kurt again. Kurt looked over Dave's broad shoulder, right into Blaine eyes, and yet another silent exchange of love and regret past between them. But there was nothing that could be done. Blaine got into his car and it wasn't until he'd driven well away from the Karofsky house that he pulled over and finally gave into his tears. It was over.

Told you it was depressing.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers :)

xxx