So jealous!Blaine, huh? Alright! This is an alternative scene to Blaine finding out about Chandler.

Part 1 out of 2. Tomorrow the second part will be posted.

Angst again! Woohoo! (what is wrong with me guys I'm starting to worry am I broken where are my happy Klaine feels)

Some Guy

Blaine let himself in the house- they had the 'if the door is unlocked you may come in' talk a week ago- and put down his backpack, tucking it neatly next to Kurt's.

After finding Burt in the kitchen and greeting him quickly (Burt reminded him to keep the door open, and he nodded) he skipped up the stairs to Kurt's room, feeling giddy and giggly about having the entire afternoon to spend with Kurt. The door was cracked open, and he heard Kurt laughing.

"Oh my god, I know!"

Blaine frowned. Was Rachel or Mercedes there? Burt wouldn't have mentioned keeping the door open if they were…

He opened the door, finding Kurt sitting on his bed, faced away from the door. He was talking on his phone, his entire body moving as he laughed. He talked fast and stopped occasionally, listening to whoever that was on the other side, running his hands through his bangs.

It's just Mercedes or Rachel, Blaine, chill. What's wrong with you?

"She did not!" he gasped, then burst in laughter again. Blaine's heart clenched- he hadn't heard Kurt laughing like that in a long time.

"Who didn't?" said Blaine, making himself known before walking into the room. Kurt's head jerked back to look at him, the smile he had earlier vanished.

"I have to go now," he said into the phone. "Talk to you later!" Then he hung up, and smiled at Blaine- but something… something was wrong.

His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Hi! You're early," he observed.

Blaine crossed his arms over his chest. "Who was that on the phone?" He felt bad. Really bad. Sick.

"Mercedes," Kurt quipped, his hand rubbing his neck.

"No it wasn't." Blaine gestured at Kurt's hand. "You do that when you're lying. Why are you lying to me, Kurt? Who was that?"

Kurt shrugged. "Just some guy I met at the music store."

"Are you friends?"

It took Kurt way too long to answer. Blaine felt bile rising in his throat. "Yeah."

"Then why didn't you want to tell me?" his voice was shaking.

Silence.

Don't blow up. Blow up later when you're at home. Not in front of him, Anderson, don't you dare show weakness.

"Are you cheating on me, Kurt?" The words burnt his lips as they came out.

"N-no, of course not, Blaine-"

"Can I see your phone, then?"

Silence again.

"I can't believe this, Kurt," he shook his head. "Why did you do this to me? Were you unhappy because we weren't going at you pace, because we were too slow? Is that why you cheated on me?" he asked slowly.

"I didn't cheat on you, Blaine!" Kurt finally got up from the bed, standing on the opposite side of it from Blaine. His posture was defensive and hurt.

Blaine didn't think Kurt had the right to feel hurt.

"It was a perfectly platonic conversation! Can't I talk to a friend anymore? Do want to put a leash on me as well?"

"Then why won't you let me see your phone? Why did you freak out when I walked in on you? Why did you lie to me?" he whimpered.

"Because maybe you haven't been paying attention to me lately! Because you never make me feel special anymore! Because I can't even think of the last time you told me you loved me!" he yelled.

"And the solution is to cheat on me?!"

A loud cough made them both jump. "Is everything alright?" Burt asked from the doorway.

Blaine glanced at Kurt one last time, and murmured, "Yeah, everything is just fine" before getting out of there as fast as he could, stopping by the door only to grab his schoolbag. He ran outside, not looking back, still running as he made his way to the bus stop two blocks away.

"Blaine!" he heard Kurt call behind him. "Blaine, stop!" He ran faster, but Kurt's footsteps were getting closer. "Blaine, I didn't cheat on you! I just met him once!"

"Oh, great, so he was a one night stand? Lovely!" he spat.

"I didn't sleep with him, Blaine, stop!" and Kurt's hand gripped his wrist and pulled him to a stop. He shook it off.

"Get away from me."

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I didn't-"

"You didn't what?" Blaine cut his sentence. "You didn't want me to find out?"

"Would you shut up and listen to me?!"

Blaine's heart was beating fast and his breath was ragged. He gritted his teeth together.

"I didn't sleep with him, Blaine. I never even kissed him. It was just phone calls and texts, it was innocent! And had I known you will be so angry I wouldn't have-"

"I don't believe you," Blaine whispered. "I wish I could, but I really, really don't."

And he walked away.

TBC tomorrow!