AUTORS NOTES: I'm so sorry it took me so long to write this. I've been really busy with other stuff (I know, I know, lame excuse). I've been trying to make the chapters longer, even though I'm bad at making long chapters. That's also one of the reasons it took me so long.

For this chapter I've used some lyrics from a beautiful Dutch song. They fitted perfectly and I just love that song. It's called De Waarheid (the truth) and is sung by Marco Borsato.

The next chapter will come faster, most parts have already been written.

I don't own Glee or the characters. How much I'd like to, I don't.

One last thing: I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

At the next lesson, everything went better. Blaine's wife seemed more willing to fight for her marriage and was more smiling, feeling like the chance of success and happiness in their relationship was increasing.

Music playing, Blaine and his wife moving along, his wife smiling from ear to ear. Blaine was concentrated, not once has he stepped on her toes.

There was one time, just one time, when he looked in her eyes and looked at her smiling face, he felt happy. Or something similar. That one moment could have last forever. The room didn't disappear and it wasn't only them in the world, like in his dream with Kurt. But that was a dream, it was a fantasy.

A phone rang. She let go of Blaine, without a doubt, to look at her phone.

"I have to take this, it's about work" she said, not expecting approval from either of the men.

As she made her way to the door, she stopped right in front of Blaine, giving him a kiss on his cheek. For a second or so she looked at his eyes, smiling. Blaine smiled back, knowing this smile wasn't real.

"She'll be gone for a while. Her work always takes so long, especially when they call her on her day off" Blaine said to Kurt, trying to make this less awkward.

There he was. In an empty room for at least ten more minutes with a man he is in love with.

What do I say? Blaine thought. Can I just start a conversation, or would that be strange?

Just before he wanted to open his mouth, Kurt beat him:

"I've seen a lot of couples like you and your wife. Together for a long time, flame long gone, but together "because you're used to". You two are one of those. I've seen marriages like yours fail and I've seen them succeed. I'm sorry to say, but I don't think you will last. Only something special might save you. " he said smiling

"Can I ask you something? Something no one yet has been able to tell me?" He looked up at his eyes. Those eyes exploded with light blue, making him want to tell the truth, all of it. That he was in love with him and wanted to dance with him until the day he died.

"What is love? How does it feel?" Never has he lost eye contact with him. Kurt wanted to know how he felt and honestly was interested in him.

"That is a question I can't answer. Love is subjective. Everyone experiences it differently. One does it with gestures, the other with things they've been through. For me, love is feeling like there isn't another person than the person you're with. It's like dancing with someone and being so one with the other, the world disappears. Then, there is nothing left but you and the one. That is love to me. The one that makes everything worth your while." As he said it, he stepped closer to Blaine.

"Can I have this dance?" Kurt asked, presenting his arm.

"There is no music."

"We don't need music, just dance with me and follow my lead."

Hesitating a bit, Blaine looked up at him. Was he serious? Did he want to dance? Still, he wanted to dance with him. His curiosity went further than he thought it ever would. Was Kurt the same kind of dancer like the Kurt he saw in his dream? He took his soft warm hand and held Kurt closer.

"Love is a symphony. Love is a dance with no practice perfectly preformed. Love doesn't need music or practice. Love is all they need to lead them" His voice was simple, taking to the sound of the music. Music that was there, even though there was no music on.

His gaze still didn't leave Blaine.

This, this could have last forever. Moving to no beat, letting love lead him, that is what he wants. Hearing music without sound. Holding his warm, soft hands. Moving, to the beat of their hearts, beating as one.

The sound of a door opening woke Blaine up. She was back. He blinked a few times, trying to get out of the hypnosis of Kurt's eyes.

"I have to go to the office, honey. They screwed something up and I'm the only one who can fix it. You wanted to go to the gym after this lesson, right? It's next door here, so call me when I can pick you up."

Right there, in front of Kurt, she kissed him. A strong passionate, yet simple kiss. With his wife's lips on his, he looked up to Kurt, who for the first time since Blaine knew him didn't have a smile on his face. The sorrow and loneliness filled his face. For Blaine, this broke his heart. He didn't want him to feel this way, but she was so happy. Is her happiness worth Kurt's sorrow?

Loving her would make me a liar, loving him would make me a cheater. Why do I have to choose? A liar or a cheater, one of those I am, and it's all up to me which one I want. Whatever I do, I'll break a heart. I am already a liar, I said I loved her. And I'm also a cheater, I loved him, while promised to stay faithful to her. So, now it's not what I am, it's finding out who I am.

Who am I, living in this strange world? Am I keeping it safe and pretend to love her, to make her happy, knowing I will be unhappy for the rest of my days? Or am I breaking her heart and going off with someone I love, someone who will do anything to make me happy?

Why would one choose for love, if they know someone else will be sad about it?

Kurt is the one, the real deal. And I want to be with him.

Loving him might make her unhappy, but it would make me happier than she ever made me. If she truly cares for me, she'll accept that.

Every day, she proves her love. How she likes the security I give her. How much she trust me. But how do you tell someone that the earth no longer spins, that the sun no longer shines, and the birds no longer fly? How do I tell you that the life we lived and the love you felt will be gone soon? She is losing me, that is the truth.