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A/N: Here's chapter three! Sorry for the delay! I'll, hopefully, be updating sooner next time. Please, R&R. Enjoy! ((:
Thanks to my beta, Rachelle, for taking the time to fix all of my mistakes. (her beta profile: LoonyLegs01; her tumblr: behindthesehazeleyesxo)
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"I think that guy's checking you out," Rachel whispered around her gin and tonic. She hooked her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing towards the man at the end of the bar who was looking their way.

Kurt took a quick look over the small brunette's shoulder, discreetly evaluating the man. He was big - not fat, but strong looking and burly. His hair was a dark shade of brown, and his skin was a nice tan color. The man looked neither happy nor sad, and that perplexed Kurt greatly. Didn't you have to be one or the other? The man had a bear cub face - like, an overgrown teenager or something.

Sighing, Kurt rested his hand in his palm and took a long sip of his ginger ale. He finished the drink in a matter of minutes, and he was left sitting at the bar, with nothing to do.

Rachel had gotten up and gone to dance with Mercedes and a pleasant-looking, blonde guy, who had muscles coming out of everywhere. Kurt smirked and shook his head as he stared into his empty glass.

As Kurt's eyes roamed the bar, taking in all of the handsome men around him, his mind wondered to Blaine. All of these men paled in comparison to him. Either, their hair wasn't the right color, or their smiles just weren't as bright.

They all had the same thing in common.

They weren't Blaine.

The only person who could compete with Blaine was Blaine.

Kurt sighed, looking down at the bar counter. He basked in his thoughts of Blaine, mentally kicking himself for being such a masochist.

Kurt's reverie was cut off as someone plopped down beside him and asked in a deep, calm, voice,

"Can I buy you a refill?"

Kurt glanced up, seeing the man who had been checking him out earlier. The man had a kind smile on his face.

"Sure"

"Looks like your friends are gonna get it on in your bathroom," Sebastian stated as he plopped down on the couch beside Blaine.

Blaine looked up at him in drunken confusion.

Sebastian pointed to the retreating forms of a shirtless Jeff and a sockless Nick as they went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind them. The door rattled for a few moments and then nothing.

Blaine shrugged as he looked back to Sebastian. He dropped his head onto the couch cushion behind him before taking a long swallow of his beer.

"So," Sebastian began as he traced absent patterns on Blaine's bicep, "are you feeling any better, Blaine?"

Rolling his head to look at Sebastian, Blaine sighed, "No." He took another swig of his beer.

"Well," Sebastian said, now tracing his fingers over the muscles on Blaine's chest, "I know how to make you feel better."

"And, how is that?"

Sebastian smiled wickedly to himself before leaning into Blaine's personal space.

"You play for the Titans?" Kurt's ears perked up.

"Yeah," the man, who had told Kurt his name was Dave, nodded. "Are you a fan?"

Kurt shook his head, "No. Sorry. I don't have much time to watch television."

"Oh," Dave's eyebrows knitted together, as he nodded, "so how did you hear about us? Just the news or something?"

Smiling, Kurt stated, "My boyfriend - err, ex boyfriend - loves them." Kurt frowned at the accidental mention of Blaine, and he slumped in his seat.

There was a pause, and then Dave asked, "Why did you two break up?"

Kurt shrugged sadly, looking up at the ceiling as he said, "He wasn't treating me right, and I couldn't take it anymore."

"Did you stop talking to him?" Dave asked, placing a sympathetic hand over Kurt's on the counter top.

"No," Kurt shook his head, "we're still living together."

David looked at Kurt with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know. That's not normal," Kurt nodded, sighing, as he ran his free hand through his hair.

"I say, we play beer pong," Puck announced. He heard cheers from all around the apartment and smiled, going over to the stacks of red solo cups and placing them on the kitchen table, after clearing it off with a sweep of his hand.

He headed to the cooler and pulled out a few beers, emptying them into the cups. Looking around, he searched for something that would be a sufficient replacement for a ping pong ball. After finding nothing, he pulled a quarter out of his pocket and raised it into the air, holding it between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Who's first?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"Do you want to exchange numbers before you leave?" Kurt asked, blushing slightly, "You seem like a nice guy. Maybe we can be friends."

"Yeah," Dave nodded with a smile, "I'd like that."

He gazed over Kurt's shoulder, to where Kurt's friends were all grinding up against each other. "Do you need a ride home? Looks like your friends are a little busy."

Kurt looked over his shoulder too and watched as Rachel, the third wheel in the situation, ground against the blonde guy's ass, while Mercedes and him stared into each other's eyes, like love at first sight.

He shook his head and breathed out a laugh, before turning back to Dave.

"Yeah, that would be great, Dave," Kurt nodded his head, smiling, as he stood and placed some money on the bar top.

Dave handed him his money back, though, resulting in a confused look from Kurt.

"It's on me," he smiled at the other man.

Kurt smiled in return and said, "Thanks."

"No problem," Dave smiled, standing too and pulling on the coat that was on the stool beside him. Kurt hadn't noticed it before. "It's the least I can, after all of this drama with your ex."

Kurt smiled sadly at him and followed Dave out to the car. It was a Mustang. He almost stopped dead in his tracks when they came up to it because he had always wanted to drive one of these.

Looking over to Dave with a stunned smile, he commented, "Nice car."

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" everyone chanted as Blaine, yet again, sunk his ball in the cup.

He chugged it down, a little bit of the golden liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth as he pulled the cup back and grinned widely.

"And we have a winner!" Puck announced, raising one of Blaine's arms, like one would do at the end of a boxing match.

People cheered as Puck handed Blaine one last beer. He chugged it down in a few seconds flat, the burn in his throat doing delicious things, by way of destroying his inhibitions.

He stumbled through the crowd, walking over to the couch in the front room and plopping down beside Sebastian, who looked completely sober. Blaine looked at the other man, seeing two of him and covering one of his eyes to see Sebastian more clearly.

"Whoa," he said, "why aren't you…" Blaine trailed off, his head lolling to the side as he got distracted by all of the funny looking people around him. He removed his hand from his face and looked at the now, doubled-seeming, amount of people having fun in his apartment.

"Why aren't I what?" Sebastian asked, shaking Blaine's shoulder to get his attention.

"Huh?" Blaine asked, looking confusedly at the man before him.

"Why aren't I what?" Sebastian smiled, trying not to laugh at drunken Blaine, "You started asking me something, but you never completed your question."

"Oh," Blaine nodded, in drunken understanding. He was quiet, just sitting on the couch, staring at his lap.

"Blaine?" Sebastian asked, moving closer the man.

Blaine looked up at him, eyes wide as Sebastian drew ever closer, but he didn't move back.

"Wha-What are you do-doing?" Blaine asked, as Sebastian's face inched closer and closer to him until he was only but a few inches from Blaine's face.

"Exactly what you want me to do," Sebastian murmured before touching his lips to Blaine's and shoving his tongue inside when Blaine gasped in surprise.

The kiss didn't last very long. Blaine veered back from Sebastian after a few seconds. He stared at Sebastian with wide eyes, deer-like eyes, and he skittered back to the far end of the couch, as far from the other man as he could get.

Sebastian stared at Blaine for a few moments and then smiled smugly before standing up and saying, "Well, I'll see you around, Blaine."

He walked passed Blaine to the front door, as Blaine stared at the spot that Sebastian had just vacated with wide, surprised eyes.

Blaine almost missed Sebastian's voice, saying in acknowledgement, "Nice to see you again, Kurt," before the front door of the apartment opened and then closed behind him.

Suddenly, feeling slightly sober, Blaine turned around to see Kurt staring at him, a hurt expression on his face. They stared at each other, locked in their respective places for a few moments before Kurt sighed and then turned around and headed for the bedroom.

He spared one last glance at Blaine, who looked like he had just accidently run over his best friend's puppy. Kurt thought to himself that he shouldn't be angry at Blaine for finding someone already. Just because Kurt wasn't ready to dive into a relationship, doesn't mean Blaine wasn't.

Blaine woke up the next morning with a crick in his shoulder, a pounding in his head, and sadness in his heart. He looked around him, seeing empty red, plastic, cups littered around the apartment. There were empty bags of chips all around, and it looked like there were splatters of beer on the carpet.

Sighing, Blaine sat up slowly, so as not to get a head rush. He stood a few minutes later, walking to the kitchen to get some aspirin and a glass of water. When he reached the kitchen, he was surprised to see Kurt sitting at the kitchen table, a coffee in hand and the newspaper in front of him.

He looked up to the sound of Blaine walking into the kitchen and stood. Kurt quickly gathered a glass from one cabinet, a bottle from another, and then went over to the water dispenser and filled the glass.

Kurt handed the bottle of aspirin and glass of water to Blaine and sat back down at his seat. He watched as Blaine downed both the pill and the water, and then smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks," Blaine croaked out.

"You're welcome," Kurt nodded, before saying. "We need to talk."

Blaine raised his eyebrows, his eyes still half shut because of how bright the room was. "About what?"

Kurt took a deep breath and then said, "I think we should sell the apartment."

Blaine looked at him in confusion.

"We should sell and then split the money," Kurt elaborated.

"What for?" Blaine asked, still feeling confused.

"So we can each buy our own apartments," Kurt said, as if Blaine should already have come to this conclusion.

Blaine stared, opened mouthed at Kurt. Was this really happening? Did this mean that they were over for good? Everything felt so real now, and all Blaine wanted to do was to curl up with a bottle of Jack and cry, while listening to sad music.

Kurt took a deep breath as he stood up, "I'm sorry if you don't like that idea, but I really don't want to see your displays of affection with your boyfriend in the future. It was like he was eating your face, and I felt like I was watching a special on the Discovery channel."

He cringed. That wasn't the only reason he didn't want to see it. Kurt was jealous. He wished he had been kissing Blaine because he should have been kissing Blaine.

Blaine watched as Kurt turned and left the kitchen, his posture not quite its normal level of perfection and his face a mask of indifference. He sighed, running a hand through his messy curls.

Not only did he not know what Kurt was talking about, but he also felt like such a fuck up. Why couldn't he ever do anything right?

For God's sake, he loved Kurt, but he was making one mistake after another. What the hell was wrong with him?

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