Kurt woke up with a weird feeling in his stomach. He rolled over in the bed and bumped into something.

Someones body.

Blaine's body.

Kurt swallowed thickly and took in the beauty that was his sleeping boyfriend. He hated himself for hurting this beautiful, kind and amazing man. Especially since he knew all about his rough past.

Blaine had been through a lot, with his parents not accepting his sexuality, with bullying that had been so bad he had ended up in the hospital several times before he finally transfered schools.

Now his parents were fine, though his relationship with his dad wasn't the greatest. It was stiff and awkward, not carefree and honest like it had once been.

Kurt's stomach was in knots and he felt sick for probably the hundreth time since he arrived in Florida, fifteen days ago.

Blaine had noticed that he was acting weird but had been kind enough not to question him about it. They had been doing lots of things together which included Blaine showing him his favorite places in the city, eating at nice restaurants and also sex. A lot of sex. And cuddling.

It was too easy to forget the mess that he was in when he was around Blaine. Blaine made him feel so alive and perfectly happy. And between dancing around in the kitchen while cooking together and driving Cooper crazy with the mess they made after, Kurt found himself enjoying this a lot more than he should and forgetting why he was here in the first place. What he was supposed to do - and should have done - days ago.

But then there was the times when he was painfully reminded of his mistake and the anxiety he was feeling because of it hit him hard.

Right now was one of those times.

Actually, every morning was. He'd wake up, feeling completely satisfied but then he'd roll over and look at Blaine's peaceful sleeping form, and he'd feel everything but good.

Blaine stirred awake and the second his eyes were focused on him, he smiled.

"Hi." He said, voice raspy.

"Hi." Kurt replied, trying to smile back but it wasn't nearly as genuine as he hoped it would be.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah." Kurt lied. "You?"

Blaine nodded, kissing him softly. "I always sleep well next to you." He cuddled closer.

Kurt wrapped his arm around him, hoping to God Blaine couldn't feel how fast his heart was beating.

But instead of Blaine feeling something, Kurt definitely felt something hard poke his thigh.

He froze and his eyes started stinging. Normally he would be on his knees right away, so to speak, but it felt so wrong to do this since he was a fucking liar.

"Oh." Kurt bit his lip hard.

Blaine started kissing him. "I had a dream about you, babe…" He said in a breathy voice between the kisses.

"Y-You did?"

"Mhm." Blaine hummed. "God, you were making me feel so good. Will you make me feel good? Please, baby."

Kurt nodded. It wasn't that he didn't want to, it was just that if Blaine knew where his mouth had been a little over two weeks ago, he definitely wouldn't want those lips around his cock.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll make you feel good." Kurt whispered and kissed him hard before kissing down his stomach.

Blaine sat up a little, leaning back on his elbows as Kurt disappeared under the covers.

"You guys know I can hear you, right?"

Blaine and Kurt turned and looked at each other for a second before looking back at Cooper, who was seated across from them by the kitchen table where they were currently having breakfast.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked casually and started spreading butter on his toast.

"I mean, that I understand that you've been apart for a long time and that you miss each other and stuff, but it's not all that nice to wake up to my little brother moaning like some kind of animal that hasn't been discovered yet."

Kurt choked on his orange juice. "I… uh…" He blushed furiously.

"Maybe you should invest in some earplugs." Blaine shrugged.

"Hey, this is my house. Save the intimacy for when I'm not at home."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Kurt said because he had probably never been more uncomfortable in his life. Except for that time when his dad had had the talk with him when he was sixteen, nothing could top that.

"Okay, okay." Blaine said and rolled his eyes.

"Well, I gotta get to work. See you guys later!" Cooper stood up, grabbed his keys and then walked out the door.

"That was beyond embarrassing, Blaine!" Kurt whined. "We are not doing anything unless he's out."

Blaine laughed softly. "You know, he's kind of a hypocrite."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't think he ever brings anyone home, do you? Cause he does. A lot. And I hear him and whatever girl he's with at the moment." Blaine shrugged. "But then again it's his house and I bought earplugs so I'm fine."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I thought he was with that girl… what's her name again? Arianna?"

Blaine shook his head as he sipped his coffee. "Oh no. They broke up a few months ago. He didn't take it very well, you know, they had been together for years. So now he's in that 'don't want to get attached' phase."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Is he okay, though?"

"Yeah, yeah." Blaine nodded. "He's over her now."

"That's good-" Kurt was interrupted by his phone ringing.

Blaine's eyes fell on his phone which was on the table. "Oh, it's Rachel. I wonder what she want."

"Damn." Kurt said under his breath and grabbed the phone. "I'll be right back." He stood up and walked outside before answering. "Hey, Rachel."

"Kurt. Look, I need you to come home. Right now."

Kurt frowned. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, but I'm fine, don't worry about that. But you have to come home."

"Can you tell me what's going on? You're kind of freaking me out right now."

"Kurt… I- this is not something I want to do over the phone. Just come home and I'll tell you everything, okay?"

Kurt sighed and shut his eyes.

"Have you told him yet?"

"No."

"You have to. Go pack your bags, tell him and then come home. This is serious."

Kurt nodded, knots of worry already forming in his gut. "Right, okay. Just… hang in there, yeah?"

"Yes. Okay, see you at home."

She hung up.

Kurt stared at his phone and shook his head a few times. He inhaled and exhaled before walking back inside.

This was it. He was gonna tell Blaine. He had to. This was his punishment for waiting so long.

Blaine turned in his chair once he heard the door open and close. "Is she alright?"

Kurt sat down. "I… no, but that's not important right now. I have to tell you something. It's something I should have told you as soon as I got here but I've been a coward and putting it aside for way too long."

Blaine frowned and turned fully so he was facing Kurt completely. He grabbed his hand. "Kurt, what's going on?"

Kurt shut his eyes. His heart was beating so hard and fast it felt like he couldn't breathe. He opened his eyes, they were burning with unshead tears. He forced them back because he would not cry right now. "I've done something terrible."

Blaine only frowned more. "That doesn't say much."

Kurt saw no reason to try to sugarcoat anything so he just blurted it out. "I had sex with Rachel."

The silence that followed lasted for what was probably only a minute, but felt like an eternity.

Then Blaine opened his mouth to speak but he shut it and frowned. Like he was genuinely confused. "What?" He eventually said and let go of Kurt's hand.

Kurt swallowed thickly and felt his heart break slightly at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry. We got drunk and it just… happened. Then she admitted to having a crush on me and we did it again and again and I just couldn't stop because I liked it. But God, Blaine, I knew it was wrong and I hated myself for doing that and I was so confused but…" He trailed off and paused for a moment. Then he continued: "I knew I had to tell you. But I wanted to do it face-to-face, so I came here and I was going to tell you right away but I… I had missed you so much. I know it was beyond selfish but I couldn't not be with you."

Tears were forming in Blaine's eyes and he looked so hurt and brutally heartbroken. The betrayal he must be feeling was unimaginable to Kurt. Then he started looking angry, like fire was blazing in those, usually so kind and loving, hazel eyes.

"You kept me in the dark for so long and then another two weeks when you actually came here," Blaine started and he didn't sound like himself. His voice was so different Kurt barely recognized it. It was cold and lacked emotion. "You let me hold you, kiss you and have sex with you. These two weeks have all been a lie and you've used me and allowed me to think that everything was okay."

"I'm sorry." Kurt's voice came out as small as he felt.

"How could you?!" Blaine yelled and he looked like he was actually going to cry. "How could you do that to me? I thought you loved me!"

"I do, Blaine. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life and you couldn't possibly hate me more than I hate myself-"

"Of course not!" Blaine yelled as a tear escaped his right eye. "Because I don't hate you! I fucking love you! I've spent months and months missing you, going crazy and crying myself to sleep the first weeks we were apart because you weren't here with me. And while I've been doing that you've been fucking someone else! Do you have any idea what that feels like? I've never felt worse in my entire life. I- I can't even look at you!"

Kurt was crying too, despite his efforts not to. "I'm sorry. Please, you have to believe me."

Blaine stood up and wiped his eyes. "I just…" He looked at Kurt and it was like his eyes were reflecting his shattered heart. He shut his eyes as more tears fell and then he stood up and walked out of the house.

"No, Blaine…" Kurt called after him but it was too late. The door slammed shut and Kurt crawled into a ball and cried his heart out. He had lost his boyfriend, his true love.

It wasn't like he had expected Blaine to forgive him but some stupid, irrational part of him had still hoped that he would. And now when he realized that wasn't the case, he was more heartbroken than he thought was possible.

Hours later Blaine returned. Kurt was seated by the table and his head immediately snapped up once he heard him walk into the kitchen.

Blaine's eyes were red and puffy, but he wasn't crying anymore. He just looked tired and really sad. He walked up to Kurt and crossed his arms over his chest. "I think you should go back to New York." He said, voice slightly raspy.

Kurt stood up. "Wh-What?"

"I want you to pack your bags and go back." Blaine said.

"No. Not until we have solved this." Kurt said stubbornly.

"There is nothing to solve!" Blaine said in annoyance. "In case that wasn't obvious, we're over. I'm done. And I don't want you here anymore."

Kurt's heart ached impossibly more. "Blaine…" He whispered.

"No. Just don't, okay? Go home to Rachel. I bet she misses you." He mumbled and disappeared into the bathroom.

Kurt held back a sob as he walked upstairs and began to pack. He was awfully slow and once Cooper returned he could hear him asking Blaine what was going on and Blaine murmuring something.

He dragged his suitcase down the stairs and was met with Blaine, who wouldn't meet his eyes, and Cooper, who looked confused.

"Kurt, are you leaving? Weren't you supposed to stay for another week?" He asked.

"I was, but… I'm not." He answered, quietly. "I'm sorry, Blaine, I really am."

Blaine looked up but once their eyes met he looked like he was going to cry again so he looked away.

"You guys broke up or something? Come on, we can fix this, right? You guys can work this out."

"No, we can't!" Blaine snapped. "Just let him go."

Cooper frowned. "But you've been together forever-"

"Bye, Cooper." Kurt said and tried to smile but it hurt to smile because it felt so fake. Then he opened the door and walked out, jumping into the cab he had called. Once it started driving away, he allowed himself to cry.

The flight home was hell and Kurt felt numb from all the crying once he reached the door of his and Rachel's apartment. But even if his body was numb, his heart still ached. He was so worn out from crying that he just wanted to sleep.

He opened the door and stepped inside, dragging his suitcase after him.

"Oh thank God, you're home!" Rachel threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Kurt kind of wanted to cry again because until now he didn't realize how badly he needed a hug. He hugged her back almost too tightly, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her familiar scent.

"Rachel." He sobbed as new tears started falling.

She pulled away. "Oh my God, he broke up with you, didn't he?"

Kurt only nodded and cried harder.

"I'm so sorry." She said and wiped his tears. "I really am."

Kurt shook his head. "I deserved it. I… I fucked up so badly."

"Hey, it's okay. You're only human."

"It's not okay but, thank you. I don't know how I would get through this without you."

Rachel smiled sadly. "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too." He smiled back, slightly. Then he remembered. "Oh, right! Something had happened. What is it? Are you sure you're okay?" He wiped the rest of his tears.

Rachel's smile fell. "Look… we don't have to do this. At least not right now. You're already so worn out…"

"Rachel, I'm fine. I can take it. Just tell me."

Rachel sighed and looked down at her feet before meeting his eyes again. "Remember the night before you left?"

Kurt blushed slightly, thinking back. "Yeah…"

"We had sex, yeah. Do you remember what we forgot when we did?"

Kurt frowned, deep in thought and then shook his head. "No… what did we forget?"

"Protection." She sighed and grabbed his hands. "Kurt, I'm pregnant."

TBC