Okay, you guys are gonna hate me. I know it's better to give your reviewers what they want, and to keep the characters IC, but, once it's on my mind, I can't get it out of my system unless I act on it. I'll try not to be too graphic, and...trust me- both Blaine and Sebastian will be punished.

All right- let's get this over with...

Kurt smiled as he almost skipped to his locker. Today was a new day. So what if he got wait-listed? It doesn't mean he should stop living. Besides: he has Blaine. The one bright spot on this otherwise dreary year.

Speaking of Blaine, he was at his own locker hastily taking out his book for first period. "Blaine!"

Blaine froze. He swallowed and turned around to face Kurt, trying not to act guilty. "Hey, Kurt."

"Hey." Kurt greeted. "How are you this morning?"

"Fine. You look happier." Blaine noticed.

Kurt grinned and shrugged. "I decided not to let the whole being wait-listed thing bother me. I have you. What else do I need?"

Blaine held back tears. A knot tightened in his stomach. He just nodded. Kurt continued. "So, wanna do something tonight?"

"Actually...I just need some alone time." Blaine lied. "I...wanna enjoy having the house to myself while it lasts."

"Oh." Kurt said, looking crestfallen. "Okay. I understand. How about Sunday, since you promised to be somewhere tomorrow night?"

"I don't know..." Blaine shook his head. "I'll call you."

"Blaine, is everything okay?" Kurt asked with concern. He could definitely tell something was bothering his boyfriend. He held a book up in front of him, concealing his other hand holding Blaine's. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Blaine nodded. 'I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you everything. You have no idea...' "I really don't want to talk about it."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. I'll see you later."

"See you."

XX

They did not see each other all day, much to Blaine's relief. The last bell rang, and Blaine sprinted to his car. He had four hours, and Sebastian would be over at his house. Shivers ran up and down the boy's spine. If someone told him the previous year that he would be blackmailed into committing adultery, ge would've taken that as a bigger insult than if someone called him THAT word.

XXX

Later at the Hummel-Hudson residence, the little family of four were seated at the dinner table. Finn was going to tell his mother and stepfather he was enlisting.

"This is really good chicken, Mom." Finn complimented.

"Thank you, Finn." Carole smiled and nodded.

"It's like super chicken." Finn went on. "I bet it could fly. Have you tried throwing it out the window?"

Burt chuckled. "I'm sure it could."

Carole just shook her head and smiled knowingly at her son. "All right, Finn, what's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?" Finn asked.

"You've been acting strange all week." Carole reported. "Is something going on with you and Rachel?"

"No, but..." Finn looked at Kurt for assistance. The countertenor just smiled and gestured for him to continue. Finn took a deep breath. "Mom...Burt...I'm enlisting in the army." Finn smiled. Kurt also smiled and clapped his hands.

"I'm so proud of you, Finn." Kurt said. "You'll make a great soldier. Right, Dad? Carole?"

"Well, it certainly is very noble and brave to fight for our country." Burt said. He looked over at his wife, his sons following his gaze. "Carole?"

Carole was in shock at her son's announcement. She probably should have expected this- Finn wanting to follow in his fathers' footsteps. But...Christopher...Christopher died. She didn't want to lose her son as well. "When...when did you decide this?"

"About a couple of weeks ago." Finn confessed.

"Have you told Rachel about it? How does she feel?" Carole asked.

"I haven't told her, yet." Finn replied. "I'll tell her tonight."

Carole nodded. She stood up and took her empty plate and glass into the kitchen leaving her husband and sons staring after her.

"...She didn't even react." Finn stated. He was expecting her to at least say something about it.

"Finn, I think she's just worried." Burt replied. "After all, she lost your father when he was in the army. She doesn't want to lose you, too."

Finn looked down slightly guilty. He hadn't thought of that. Still, his dad didn't die in vain and not everybody dies in the army. He sighed. "I'll talk to her."

Burt placed his hand over Finn's wrist gently. "Just give her time to digest this."

Finn obeyed and sat back down. "Sure."

XX

About forty-five minutes later, Finn walked in on Kurt preparing a picnic basket. "Hey, dude. What are you doing?"

"Preparing a picnic basket for Blaine." Kurt explained as he put two bottles of alka seltzer in the basket.

Finn frowned in confusion. "Wait, you're still going over there?"

Kurt nodded. "I know, he wants some time alone, but, that doesn't mean he has to spend the entire night alone."

Finn was still confused. 'He hasn't told him yet, has he?' "Dude, I don't think you should go."

Kurt stopped what he was doing and looked up at his stepbrother. "Why?"

"Well..." Finn caught himself. Should he tell him? After all, he told Blaine if he didn't tell him, he would. But then again, if he gets there before they...then maybe their relationship might still be salvageable. "It's like you said: he wants to be alone. If you go, he might get mad."

Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Come on, he's not that type of person."

"I know...I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all." Finn said sincerely.

"I know." Kurt smiled. "I can take care of myself."

Finn nodded. He was about to respond when his phone rang. 'OH, THANK CHEESUS!' He ran from the room and answered his phone. "Rachel. I love you so much right now. What's up?"

"Can we talk?" Rachel asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Finn grew concerned. "Sure. Why? Is everything okay?"

"Just...come over, please?"

"Okay." Finn slowly hung up. What is wrong?

XXX

Blaine tried not to have a panic attack. He already ate dinner and laid a big blanket in front of the fireplace in the living room. The doorbell rang. He slowly trudged to the door to answer it. There Sebastian stood looking smug. Blaine glared at him with purest loathing.

"I despise you for making me do this." Blaine spat out.

Sebastian shrugged. "That's the way it works."

Blaine just sighed and led Sebastian into the living room. He turned to face him. "Just one question before we do this: wouldn't you rather have sex with someone who actually wants to have sex with you? Wouldn't that be more meaningful?"

"Maybe." Sebastian replied. "But that doesn't mean I'll wait for someone who wants to do it with me."

Blaine sighed again and shook his head. "You're sick."

Sebastian just smiled and walked slowly towards Blaine. He put his arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Blaine tried not to gag. He let Sebastian control him for a minute, then pulled away.

"Wait...let me make sure my phone is off." Blaine said. He went over to the end table, made sure Sebastian wasn't looking, and activated a video camera. He walked back over to Sebastian and led him to the blanket. Sebastian smiled widely.

"Blaine Anderson, I am going to rock your world." He whispered.

'You mean "wreck" it...' Blaine was instantly reminded of Rachel's house party the previous year. They got on the blanket and slowly took each others' clothes off. Though it was extremely warm due to the fire in the fireplace, Blaine felt very cold. As Sebastian groped his flesh, it felt as if he was smearing dirt and grime all over his body.

Sebastian nibbled on Blaine's ear. "Let me be your teenage dream tonight."

Blaine snapped up and glared at Sebastian. How. Freaking. Dare he quote that song! Sebastian stared at him.

"What? I thought you like Katy Perry." Sebastian said, looking surprised at Blaine's reaction.

Blaine kept glaring at Sebastian. "I sang that song the day I met Kurt."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You're thinking of your boyfriend right now?"

"Just shut up and get this over with." Blaine muttered.

"Gladly." Sebastian smiled.

It was most likely only a half an hour, but to Blaine it felt like half a day. All Blaine could think about was Kurt. His initial reaction should he find out about this, and his long-term reaction. What would he say? Would he understand? Would he forgive him? After Sebastian was done with him, Blaine exhaled loudly in exhaustion. He was sure he was going to feel that in the morning. He closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

'Worst. Sex. Ever.' He thought.

XXX

Kurt hummed along to the radio as he drove to Blaine's house. It took twenty minutes to get there, but he arrived. The house looked dark except for a dim light in the living room window. Kurt walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. He waited a few minutes, then knocked. "Blaine?" He called through the door. Hmm. That's strange. Kurt checked if the door was unlocked. 'Hmm...also strange. He never leaves the door unlocked when he's home alone.' Kurt opened the door and stepped into the house. "Blaine?" Kurt called louder. He shut the door behind him and headed to the living room.

What Kurt saw there made him freeze on the spot. He covered his mouth to keep from screaming, and he almost dropped the picnic basket. Kurt walked around to the front of the fireplace to get a closer view. Blaine was laying under a blanket with Sebastian's arms wrapped around him. They were both topless and sound asleep. A huge lump rose to Kurt's throat. Tears streamed down from his eyes. His legs felt like jelly. Kurt walked slowly backwards until his legs hit the couch. He sat down, his heart pounding in his chest. He set the picnic basket next to him and buried his face into his hands. What should he do? Should he wake them up? He worked on calming himself down. Maybe it's not what it looks like. Maybe Sebastian raped him.

XX

They were asleep until about 1:30 AM. Blaine stirred. He was on his left, facing the couch. He turned on his back and opened his eyes and sighed.

"So..." Blaine turned to Sebastian when he spoke. "Did you enjoy it?"

Before Blaine could answer, a voice he hoped he wouldn't hear tonight spoke up. "I'm wondering that myself."

Blaine whipped around and froze in horror. He felt light-headed, shivers ran up and down his spine, and he felt his stomach drop. Kurt was sitting on his couch with his legs crossed and his hands clasped on his knee. Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"Well, this is certainly awkward." Sebastian spoke up.

Kurt wordlessly stood up, picked up his picnic basket, walked over and hurled it as hard as he could at Sebastian's head. Blaine ducked to avoid it. When he looked up, something hit him in the eye. He looked down and saw that it was the promise ring that he made for Kurt. Blaine looked up again to see Kurt leave the room. Ignoring the trembling in his body, Blaine jumped up, wrapped his blanket around his body and ran after his boyfriend.

"Kurt! No, wait!" Winter cold hit his body hard, but Blaine paid no attention. Kurt was heading for his car. Blaine ran to him. "Kurt, please! I can explain!"

Kurt turned to Blaine, tears still in his eyes. He swallowed back the lump before speaking. "'Sebastian means nothing to me.' 'I promise to always be faithful, loyal, loving, and caring '. Any of those things you said ring a bell?"

Tears of guilt sprang to Blaine's eyes. "It's not what you think. Kurt, I love you."

Kurt shook his head. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have cheated on me." Without another word, he got into his car.

"Kurt!" Blaine cried desperately. Sobs escaped his throat as he watched his heartbroken boyfriend drive off. He just stood there wrapped in a blanket in the cold. He knew it was over. He did something he hoped he would never do: screw up a relationship with someone who deeply cared about him.