Hey guys :) Ohmygosh I know I say this like every week but thank you all SO MUCH for the favourites and alerts and reviews - it means so much to me as I didn't think that this would be all the popular. I love Klaine so much, and so writing them is awesome :)

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"Oh my gosh, no way!" Kurt laughed as Blaine turned the page. His laughter was high-pitched but almost musical, and Blaine decided that he liked the sound. He was laughing too, but more at Kurt's reaction than at the pictures; he'd sat up late and gone through them many a time over the years, and so it was nice for him to be able to share them with the one person he had wanted to.

He looked down at the pictures, and smiled. They were of him and Kurt during their childhood - they all were - but this page was one of his favourites. It was a collection of pictures from a day out to the local pool that Burt had taken them on, one of the first and best days of that summer all those years ago. It was one of the first times Burt had ever been able to get Kurt to go swimming, let alone getting his hair wet in public. It had been as soon as he'd mentioned that Blaine was coming too that Kurt had run upstairs, grabbed a pair of red board shorts and a towel and run back downstairs again, only for Burt to tell him that they weren't going for another two days. Of course, he'd never told Blaine this; although Kurt had no doubt that Burt had told Aileen and Dennis.

Surrounded by a mass of blue, chlorinated water, there were several snapshots of Kurt and Blaine tumbling around in the water, grinning widely as they dunked each other and had breath-holding contests.

"Where did you get these from?" Kurt asked as he slowly looked through the book. Blaine let him have it on his lap, and leaned over with his arm resting on the back of the sofa behind Kurt.

"Well, when we left your dad came over with a load of pictures." Blaine answered, watching Kurt turn the pages. "He gave them to me, not Mum or Dad; he told me he didn't want me to forget how happy I'd made you." Kurt looked up at him then, a little surprised by how close Blaine was, but from here he could smell Blaine's cologne and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. "I didn't really understand what he meant back then," Blaine resumed, still gazing at the photos on the open page. "But I think I do now." He looked at Kurt, his heart jolting when he gazed into his blue eyes. "It must have been so hard for you, losing your mum, and even though I didn't understand how you felt I understood why you felt it, and now I can see how much happier you were when we were together."

Blaine could see the beginnings of tears in Kurt's blue eyes as they gazed up into his hazel-brown ones, and somehow felt himself leaning in closer. He could feel Kurt's breathing against his neck, and he was completely swept up in Kurt's eyes, drowning in the deep blue-grey. They seemed to pull him in, like his own personal gravity. He came to his senses when he was twenty centimetres from touching noses with Kurt and sat up quickly, clearing his throat and taking his arm back from behind Kurt. "Excuse me." He mumbled, and stood up and left the room, taking the photo album with him. He shut his bedroom door behind him and rushed over to his wardrobe, practically throwing the book back in. He paced around for a few seconds before deciding to go into his en suite and locking the door behind him.


Kurt was breathless.

What had just happened? He had been sat next to Blaine and they had been innocently looking through old pictures of their childhood together when he had looked up to see Blaine leaning over him, no, leaning into him, his arm on the sofa behind his shoulders. And then he had been leaning in, closer and closer. Kurt could feel Blaine's breath on his lips; it was warm and he smelt faintly of coffee. Kurt's heart beat increased to a rate that he was sure wasn't good for him. His gaze faltered, and then Blaine was standing up and walking away.

Was Blaine about to… kiss him?


Running his hands through his hair, Blaine stared at himself in the mirror. What was he thinking? Had he been… leaning in? Was he going to kiss Kurt?

His head was swimming, but he knew that he couldn't stay in his bathroom forever; Kurt was still sat in his apartment – that was, unless he'd decided to leave – probably still in shock from what had just happened, and Blaine would have to talk to him about it at some point.

Sooner is better than later, Blaine, he told himself. He repeated it in his head as he stared at his reflection until he made himself believe it. He turned and unlocked the door and then walked through into the living room, doing it while he still had the nerve.

"Kurt, I-" He started, but Kurt interrupted him.

"Blaine! Look who it is!" It was then that Blaine realised he had closed his eyes, and upon opening them his stomach dropped.

"Hi, honey," Sebastian smiled, turning towards him and walking quickly up to him.

"Sebastian?" Blaine breathed as his boyfriend pulled him into a hug, lifting his feet off the floor slightly. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the familiar smell of Ralph Lauren cologne and gripped onto the back of his jacket, reminding himself that Sebastian was his boyfriend. His boyfriend of six years, to be precise. Over Sebastian's shoulder he saw Kurt standing awkwardly, fiddling with his jacket sleeves again. For some reason - Blaine wasn't exactly sure what - he decided to pull Sebastian in closer to him and whispered "I missed you so, so much" into his ear, before planting a kiss on his mouth. He felt like he had to prove to Kurt that he was in a relationship, but he knew it was a case of having to prove it to himself.

"Mm, Blaine-" Sebastian mumbled, pulling away far enough to look at him in the face. "I think we're being a bit rude in front of our guest." He chuckled and looked towards Kurt, who blushed and looked away.

"Oh," Blaine feigned embarrassment, pretended that he'd gotten caught up in the moment and turned to Kurt. "Sorry." He smiled weakly, feeling way too proud of himself. He knew he'd gotten his point across, and that Kurt had heard it loud and clear.

"It's okay," Kurt mumbled, putting on a smile. "You haven't seen each other for a few days, it's quite understandable." Suddenly Blaine was ridden with guilt; it wasn't Kurt's fault that Blaine had nearly kissed him, and it wasn't Kurt's fault that Blaine had wanted to. Badly. It was Blaine's fault. All of it. And it was also Blaine's fault that Kurt now looked extremely uncomfortable.

Blaine noticed that Sebastian was giving him a strange look, his head tilted towards him with his eyebrow raised, expecting an explanation about how this stranger knew they had been apart. "Sebastian, this is Kurt," He stammered, gesturing over to the now-shy man stood in their apartment. "He's an old friend of mine; we met a few days ago."

"Charmed," Sebastian smiled, going over to Kurt to shake his hand. When he looked into Kurt's face, he immediately recognized him and smiled, pointing at him. "Programme, right?"


Kurt blushed, shaking Sebastian's hand, and smiled. "That's right." He started to panic, hoping that Sebastian hadn't noticed how awkward he'd been when he had opened the door a few minutes earlier. He had received a weird look at first, but after a quick explanation Sebastian had let it go and gone back to smiling.

"Who are you?" Sebastian had asked, stunned at Kurt opening the door rather than his boyfriend.

"I-I'm Kurt," The porcelain-skinned man had stuttered in reply, blushing bright red and his eyes wide in what looked like fear. "I'm a friend of Blaine's? He invited me over for coffee-"

"Oh, well any friend of Blaine's is a friend of mine." Sebastian had smiled, seeming suspiciously cheery for someone who had just come home to a stranger in his apartment, but Kurt would rather this than him jumping to any conclusions. "Mind giving me a hand?" He gestured to his bags on the floor, taking one and leaving the other for Kurt to carry it in. Whilst Kurt was distracted, Sebastian scanned his apartment for any signs that anything more than coffee had happened. But everything was perfectly in its place. The only thing that concerned him was that the bedroom door was shut.

"So, where is my lovely boyfriend?" Sebastian turned to Kurt as he shut the door and put the bag down by his feet.

"In the bathroom, I think." Kurt had stammered, just as Blaine's bedroom door had opened.


"So," Sebastian smiled as he played with Blaine's hair. "What did you get up to while I was away?" All three of them, Sebastian, Blaine and Kurt, were all sat on the sofas; Sebastian all over Blaine on one, Kurt sat watching them on the other. Blaine risked a look at Kurt, but he was staring at the floor.

"Nothing really," Blaine admitted, which technically was true; he hadn't been out except for work and had sat around watching TV most of the time, although he had been texting Kurt non-stop for the past few days. Not that he was about to tell Sebastian that. "Just work. And then I bumped into Kurt and we've been in touch throughout the week. He's been my conversation whilst you were away." Blaine teased, tapping Sebastian's nose lightly with his finger. "Speaking of which, how was Wisconsin?"

Now that hurt, Kurt thought to himself. Blaine had just shrugged him off as merely 'conversation' to fill the gap caused by his boyfriend's absence, and even though Kurt knew that Blaine was doing it to keep both of them in the clear, it stung. He watched Sebastian then, for the brunette had been silent over the past few seconds since Blaine had asked him the question. He seemed to falter, his gaze leaving Blaine's and finding interest in the sofa, and Kurt found a small niggle of suspicion begin to grow inside him.

"It was good, y'know, considering," And then Kurt felt guilty. How could he have been suspicious of the man who had gone to visit his sick grandmother? Of course he didn't want to talk about it. And what was he even accusing him of?

"How's your grandmother?" Kurt felt the inclination to ask, but didn't plan on the words coming out of his mouth: it wasn't his place to ask. Sebastian looked up at him, almost glaring, and Kurt sunk back into his chair slightly, crossing his legs as an attempt at a disguise.

"She's good," Sebastian replied, his features softening but nowhere near a smile. "She's better." Sebastian then turned back to Blaine and smiled. Now Kurt was definitely suspicious.

"I'm glad to hear it." Blaine whispered soothingly, kissing Sebastian lightly on the nose.

A knock at the door made all three of them jump, but Sebastian looked downright alarmed. "I'll get it!" Kurt jumped up, his prayers for a distraction having been answered. He opened the door to a man who appeared to be in his late twenties, with medium-length blonde hair that reminded Kurt of a stereotypical surfer and a look of shock etched onto his features.

"I, um-" He mumbled, and Kurt found himself about to do the same. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Blaine rose from his seat and came over.

"Kurt, who is it?" He chuckled at Kurt's expression and pulled the door open wider, allowing himself to see who it was.

He immediately wished he hadn't.

"Jeremiah?" His voice was thick and it was obvious that he was trying very hard to control himself. His jaw was set and his eyes were staring hard at the man at his door. Kurt gasped slightly, recognising the name as Sebastian's ex-boyfriend, and looked to where Sebastian was sat on the sofa.

At the mention of his ex's name, Sebastian jumped up and bolted to the door, glancing uneasily between Blaine and Jeremiah as he put his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Jeremiah?" He asked, his voice unnaturally higher than usual, and Kurt's suspicions were growing stronger by the second. He stepped away from the door and moved over to the kitchen, leaning on the countertop, unsure of what to do with himself. "What- what are you doing here?" It was clear by the look on Sebastian's face that he was begging for Jeremiah to lie, but it was also clear by the look on Jeremiah's face that he had no idea what to say.

"I, um, I-" Jeremiah looked from Sebastian to Blaine, his expression a mix of being baffled and terrified. In the end, he decided to tell the truth rather than come up with something completely improbable. "Sebastian's wallet was in my bag," He blurted, thrusting his hand forward and offering a dark leather wallet to no-one in particular. "I figured you'd need it."

Blaine, who had been stood in the same position staring down Jeremiah throughout all of this, turned abruptly and walked away, leaving the door open. "Blaine, I-" Sebastian started after him, leaving the door open and Jeremiah still offering out the wallet.

"You can explain?" Blaine turned on him, nearly shouting. "I'd like to hear you try, Sebastian." His voice was bitter, his expression one of pure disgust.

"Blaine," Sebastian pleaded, holding out a hand towards his boyfriend. "I…" He trailed off, having no excuse in mind to save himself.

"No, really," Blaine persisted. "I'd like to hear you fucking try! You promised me you wouldn't speak to, to him ever again!" He spat, pointing sharply at Jeremiah, who had risked taking a few steps into the apartment. Kurt watched as Sebastian spluttered and stammered, obviously caught red-handed.

Blaine felt sick. He felt sick to his stomach and he couldn't bear to even think about what he was seeing in front of him. He was vaguely aware that Kurt was still somewhere in the room, but right now it was taking all of his self-control not to throw himself at Jeremiah and beat the shit out of him, let alone stopping himself from being sick.

He listened as Sebastian tried to plead in front of him, explaining how he and Jeremiah had just 'happened to bump into each other at the airport', and how Jeremiah had 'insisted they share a cab so that they could catch up'. The whole time Blaine was watching Jeremiah in the background, and how his face contorted in confusion as Sebastian spouted stories and lies about how they had met.

And then Sebastian was holding him, pressing a kiss to his mouth and trying to part his lips with his tongue. For a brief moment, Blaine wanted to kiss him back, to believe him and for this to all be over, but the moment quickly passed. He pushed Sebastian away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. All he could taste was betrayal, and felt sick that Sebastian had dared to kiss him with the same tongue that had been in Jeremiah's mouth. Sebastian fell to the floor, stunned into silence, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Did you even go to Wisconsin this week?" Blaine stared at Sebastian. "Was your Nan even ill?" Sebastian stared back at him like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"I- Of course I did!" Sebastian protested, looking up at Blaine.

"So, if I phone your mom right now, she'll tell me you were there?" Blaine countered, trying to catch Sebastian out.

"She's still in Wisconsin," Sebastian replied timidly. "You won't be able to reach her."

"Well, then, give me your Nan's number," Blaine demanded, going over to a small end table by the sofa and pulling out a black address book from its draw. "Let me at least phone her to send her my own best fucking wishes!" Blaine threw the book to the floor in frustration, making the three other men in the room jump.

"Blaine," A voice to the left of him whispered, having an instant soothing effect on him. He turned to see Kurt, who looked absolutely terrified. "Blaine, I think I should leave now." Kurt moved towards the door, waving slightly as he dashed out of the apartment and disappeared down the hall. Blaine wanted to chase after him, to bring him back. His heart sank and he took a few steps towards the door, but stopped when his gaze fixed back onto Jeremiah, and then down to Sebastian who was slowly getting up off of the floor.


Kurt ran most of the way home, desperate to get away from the arguments and the shouting and back to the comfort of his own apartment. He avoided taxis as he crossed 7th, and apologised profusely to the woman he nearly sent flying as he rounded the corner that took him to his apartment.

He had run up the stairs, not wanting to stop for the elevator, and now his legs were aching terribly. He fumbled with his key as he tried to push it into the lock, and fell into his apartment gasping for breath. In a blur, he stumbled towards the kitchen and opened the cupboard above the sink, grabbing the first bottle of alcohol his hands came across.

He didn't bother with a glass, just opened the bottle and drank straight from it, wincing as the bitter liquid seared down his throat. He had no idea why, but he was crying. He felt betrayed. He had been so close to kissing Blaine but had felt guilty because he knew that Blaine was in what he had thought was a loving relationship with Sebastian. And now it turned out that Sebastian had been cheating on Blaine, with none other than his high school ex-boyfriend.

He could have kissed him. He could have done it and it wouldn't have mattered because Sebastian had cheated first, and Kurt was convinced that he could be a better boyfriend to Blaine. And he could. But never would. There was no way Blaine would be jumping into a relationship now, let alone with him.

He was supposed to be Blaine's best friend, not his lover.


Drama drama drama! Poor Blaine :( x

Just a little note: A friend of mine (y'know, that one who's my beta reader?) sent me this thing she found from this dear website about how M rated stuff is only allowed to be adult language/themes/suggestions and stuff, which I do, but any detailed description of physical contact of either a sexual or violent nature is not supposed to be allowed (despite the fact that I have personally read several Klainefics that are brimming with smut). However, I must admit I was a little releived as (for now) I'm not exactly sure how I feel about writing anything too detailed, so I will keep it suggestive for now, and who knows? I could be adding some actual Klaine smut in another fanfic if I feel more comfortable with it by then!

I'm also going over the plot for a possible new story, and I do actually have another on hold, so I may be uploading them soon! I'll let you know when I plan on uploading them nearer to the time, and yes - they are both Klaine :) Let's face it; they are my OTP 3

Until next time, C xx