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There was a pause. "Okay, go ahead," Kurt said.

My hand balled into a fist bunching the denim of my jeans in my hand. Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I waited for Blaine to continue. What the hell was taking him so long? I might have to punch next time I see him for making Kurt wait to hear what he has to say.

"You know the night we went to Scandals?" Blaine didn't give Kurt a chance to answer. My stomach roiled with unpleasant knots that twisted and turned with where the conversation was headed. "Well when I started walking home after our fight, Sebastian picked me up and took me home. When we got to my house we kissed a few times." Blaine's voice was nothing but a whisper at the end. I had to press the phone against my ear hard enough to cause pain to hear what he was saying now I wish I hadn't heard it. He cheated on Kurt? How could he?

Kurt's breath hitched. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"You cheated on me with that guy?" Kurt said, venom lacing his words. "You have to leave. Now. I have to take a break from you."

Blaine tried to plead with Kurt. "Kurt, please hear me out."

"No. Get. Out."

I hung up. It felt like Kurt was yelling at me too. I lay on my bed reeling from what just happened. Did Kurt and Blaine just break up? It was a surreal feeling. Not that I think that this bumps me up in Kurt's status. A sharp pain reverberated through my chest. What an odd feeling. I feel sad that Kurt's sad. The sadness feels like it's spreading through my whole body rendering my limbs heavy. I scrubbed my face with my hands. I'm exhausted.

I thought I'd feel more relief or happy now that an obstacle has been taken down, but I don't. Kurt's pain has morphed into mine. I turned on my side and reached for my phone. I texted Colin asking if he wanted to go to Scandals tomorrow night. My phone blooped letting me know I had a text.

'You betcha. I'll pick up around ten.'

My brow lifted I didn't really expect him to agree. I texted him back. 'Sounds Good. I'll see you tomorrow.'

I set my phone on my dresser. I propped up my pillows against my headboard. I'm really conflicted. It doesn't seem right to hang out with Colin when I feel so strongly about Kurt. But maybe Kurt's right if it doesn't work out with Colin (definitely don't think it will) I might gain a new friend. It'd be great to have someone to talk to about everything. My eyelids drooped as my thoughts whirled around each other. That'd be really nice.

The day past relatively quickly. I went through the motions of the day trying not to let my thoughts revolve around Kurt and what happened last night. Colin picked me up at ten like he said he would and we went to Scandals. Currently I stared at my beer bottle. Colin was dancing somewhere in the crowd. I danced with him for a little while. I needed some room to breathe. The smell of all the sweaty bodies pressed together generating heat and more sweat started to get to my head. Normally I'm all for sweaty, musky scents but tonight I wasn't feeling it. All the bodies surrounding me also made me feel claustrophobic. Too many men. Never thought I think that.

A body settled heavily in the seat next to mine, bumping my arm. I swiveled around to see who it was and was greeted with the sight of a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that sparkled with sadness. Kurt's long neck bottle sloshed across the bar. I caught it before it could spill everywhere.

Red rimmed eyes stared blearily at me. "Kurt I think you've had enough." I slid his beer away from him, well out of reach from his seeking fingers.

"Dave?" Kurt asked, leaning closer. Hot breath ghosting over my face. The smell of alcohol did nothing to deter my racing heart or the kick of arousal that started in the pit of my stomach. Stupid dancing got me all hot and bothered. And one small thing from Kurt and it's back with vengeance. I closed my eyes and counted backward from ten. I don't need to be like this right now. Not with Kurt in front of me. I exhaled feeling the heat pooling in my belly cool with the harsh reality that Kurt was hurting over his break-up with Blaine. That tamped down any sort of feeling except sympathy.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?" I already know why he was all sloshed. I didn't want him to know that I knew everything that happened between him and Blaine. Kurt looked so small and hurt. I wanted to pull him into a hug instead I kept my arms glued to my sides. Kurt did not need me coming on to him when he was hurt and vulnerable. I'd be there for him anyway I could though.

Kurt shook his head. "Nope, I'm here to kick Sebastian's ass. That's as far as my plans go."

Kurt stood up, his legs wobbly. I put my hand on the small of his back and steered him back to his seat. "No you don't. Give me your keys." Kurt glared at me or at least attempted to. His face squished and he looked like an upset puppy. I wiggled my fingers for more emphasis. Kurt grumbled, he dug through his front pocket, slapping his keys in my hand. "How much have you had to drink?"

Kurt held up two fingers. "You obviously can't hold your alcohol. Let me go find my ride and tell them that I'm driving you home."

I started scanning the crowd for Colin when Kurt tapped my back. "Booboo found a new Yogi." Kurt's long delicate fingers led the way to Colin and some huge dude grinding on the floor. Geez, no kidding. A smile tugged the corners of my mouth. I'm happy he was able to find someone to share the dance floor with. I'm like an uncoordinated giant every time I step on the dance floor. I didn't want to interrupt what was happening between Colin and his new guy. I sent him a text explaining everything.

I grabbed Kurt under the elbow and hauled him to his feet. "Up you go." Kurt followed without much protest at least until we saw Sebastian dancing with a pretty blond boy. Kurt tried to lunge at him, I stepped in his way. Kurt ran into my chest instead.

"Dave, move. Then we can go. I just have to do this."

"No, you don't. You're not thinking straight." Damn alcohol. "You're coming with me. If you want me to I'll kick his ass, but I'm not letting you fight." Kurt struggled against me until he ran out of steam. He slumped against me, face pressed against my chest.

"Why?" It was asked so softly I almost didn't hear it over the people and music.

I didn't know how to answer his question. It was so broad. Why am I helping? Why am I stopping him? Why do I care? For all I know it was all those questions rolled into one.

I cleared my throat, heat burning my cheeks. I lifted a hand to pat Kurt on the back. His face was still pressed into my chest. My hand fell limp against my side. I didn't want to make anything awkward for him or me.

"Because you're against using violence for solving problems. And because…" I love you. "You need to sober up. So let's go." I turned Kurt around and pointed toward the exit. It was hard to push him away even though I know he did it because he was drunk. I missed his warmth.

Kurt showed me to his car. I unlocked his door, opened it for him and helped to buckle him in. His fingers fumbled with the seat belt. I tried to shake off the feeling of his being so close. It meant nothing.

I shut the passenger door, walked around to the driver side, thankful that I only drank a few mouthfuls of my beer. Kurt's head lay plastered against the headrest, facing my way. His eyes were closed.

"So tired," Kurt mumbled as he moved around in his seat.

"Don't worry. I'll get you in bed in no time." Heat suffused my cheeks at the mention of getting Kurt into bed. Have to get my thoughts away from that line of thinking. I patted Kurt on the thigh, waking him up. "You have to tell me how to get to your house." Kurt's muscles bunched and jumped under my touch, he readjusted himself, sitting up straighter. I removed my hand quickly from his thigh. That was a close call.

Kurt directed me to his house with one eye open. He was barely able to stay awake. I parked the car in the driveway wondering where everyone was. "Where're your parents?" I asked as we got out of the car. The night air chilling my overheated body. Spending time with Kurt was keeping me permanently hot and my heart won't stop pounding against my chest. The whole ride to his house I thought it would pop out to say hello. People say taking deep breaths helps calm people. No it doesn't. It just made me lightheaded and more nervous.

"Out of town and Finn is with Rachel, I think." Kurt managed not to stumble over the few steps up to the house. He began patting himself down.

I bit back a chuckle. "What are you doing?"

Kurt looked up at me. "Trying to find my keys." I jingled the keys in front of him.

"You gave them to me, remember?"

He snatched them from my hand, glaring at me while he fumbled with the lock. He finally got it open. I hustled him inside not wanting to freeze my balls off. Kurt turned the lights on then fell face first on the couch, little snores escaping. He fell asleep? You've got to be kidding me. What the hell do I do now and how do I get home?

Yay! Chapter 3 is finished

Chapter 4 will be posted soon