A/N: This will a long one :D We wrote it in a couple of hours, both of us properly this time. It originally ended a lot earlier but I was bored and wanted to keep going :D

"I think he's cheating on me." Kurt whispered, eyes on the floor, his microphone picking up his words easily as he knelt at the feet of one of his co-workers, the actress playing his 'best friend' in the musical.

She tipped her head to the side curiously. The words had been repeated a thousand times, both on stage and in rehearsals, but this was the first time she'd ever heard them filled with so much obvious pain.

^.^

"Kurt!" she called, once the play was finally over and they were backstage, everyone in various stages of undress and redress, hurrying to get home, to pack up, and to set everything up for the show the next night.

"Kurt!" she called again, when he showed no sign of having heard her. He turned around with an obvious sigh, waiting for her to catch up.

"Yes Sophie?" he asked tiredly, linking his arm through hers as they walked slowly towards their change rooms.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit...sad." she asked hesitantly, the friendship they'd made over the course of the show making it easier for her to pick up on his mood. But Kurt...Kurt was never sad...

Kurt bit his lip.

"I'm fine." He said, turning his face away. "Just tired. It's been a long day." Sophie pulled him to a stop, studying his face critically.

"Okay." She finally agreed. "Come on then, we'd better hurry up. We don't want to keep your Blaine waiting do we?" she asked, hurrying past him, too late to see him wince.

"Sure, my Blaine." He mumbled a little grumpily, the sadness in his voice overwhelming it.

^.^

Kurt stalked out the door half an hour later, one of the last to leave.

He'd taken his time washing the stage makeup off and going through his skin ritual, not in a hurry to get home.

Blaine was waiting for him outside.

"Hey!" Blaine greeted happily, falling silent as Kurt kept walking past him, straight to Rachel, who'd finally managed to come to one of his performances.

"Kurt, what's wrong? You were absolutely fantastic tonight!" She asked as he linked arms with her, practically pulling her along the street in his hurry to get away.

"Can I stay at yours tonight?" he asked quietly.

"Of course! Did you want B- nevermind." She amended, seeing his glare. "Good thing you keep a change of clothes at my apartment right?" she asked, trying to lighten his mood.

Kurt nodded, biting his lip, still hurrying her along, away from Blaine. Rachel looked back over her shoulder, watching as Blaine emerged from the alleyway, gazing sadly after them before turning away, hunched over himself as he walked slowly away, headed in the direction of the flat he shared with Kurt.

Rachel bit her lip, looking at Kurt, at how he was desperately trying to hold back tears, and chose to say nothing.

^.^

Kurt's phone rung incessantly for the next hour, but Kurt ignored it. When Rachel's phone started buzzing with texts from Blaine, Kurt told her not to answer them. Finally, Blaine stopped calling. When they sat cuddled together on the couch, Rachel finally asked.

"Kurt, why did you run away from Blaine?" she asked gently, petting his hair when he rested his head on her knees.

"I think he's cheating on me." Kurt whispered brokenly. With nothing more than that, he started crying, hugging his knees into his chest.

Half an hour later he'd cried himself to sleep on her couch. Rachel gently tucked a blanket over him, turning the lights and TV off as she grabbed her phone, creeping into the other room, shutting the door behind her.

"What the hell did you do?" she hissed into the phone.

"Huh?" Blaine asked, half asleep.

"Your boyfriend just cried himself to sleep on my couch, the hell did you do to him?" Rachel said vehemently , pacing.

"Kurt's there? I was so worried, he never rang to say-"

"Stop rambling, and tell me why Kurt seems to think you're cheating on him." Rachel ordered.

"Kurt thinks I'm cheating on him?" Blaine whispered, paling.

"What happened?" Rachel hissed.

"Why... Why would he think that?" Blaine asked, still in shock. Rachel sighed.

"Have you been acting different to normal, more secretive?" She asked.

"Well, yeah, but that's because I-" he faltered. "Look, never mind."

"Blaine!" she hissed, but he had already hung up.

Rachel closed her eyes and put a hand to her head. What was Blaine doing? He was so…suspicious. And why would he have gone to bed so early? With a small sigh, she crept into the other room.

Kurt blinked at her sleepily, eyes still red and puffy.

"Was that Blaine?" he asked insecurely.

"Yes." Rachel told him honestly. "Kurt…"

Kurt turned away, pulling his blanket up over his ear.

"I don't want to hear it." He said, burrowing into the blanket.

Rachel nodded, worriedly chewing on her lower lip, stroking his hair gently until he fell asleep.

^.^

Kurt had slept in, tucked into Rachel's side. He swallowed sleepily, looking around and hearing his phone beep. He had seventeen messages, all from Blaine.

(3:15am) Are you okay?

(3:23am) What have I done?

(3:42am) I'm sorry, for whatever it was.

(4:12am) Can you call me?

(4:43am) Please?

(5:34am) Are you still with Rachel?

(6:45am) I swear, if you don't answer me soon, I'll come get you.

(7:15am) Kurt, I'm getting worried.

The messages continued until nine a.m. and Kurt closed his eyes, tears quickly filling them. Rachel stirred beside him and he leant into her.

"It's like he doesn't even know what he's doing." He whispered, and Rachel commandeered his phone, looking through the messages.

"Have you talked to him yet?" Rachel chose the first generic thoughts that floated to her sleep-filled mind.

"No…" Kurt said softly, letting out a sob. "That's not what you're supposed to say. You're supposed to tell me that he is cheating and that I should give him a piece of my mind."

She mumbled an affirmative, yawning. "Yeah. That."

Kurt shook his head. "But he might break up with me."

Rachel yawned again. "Wouldn't you break up with him anyway if he was cheating on you?"

Kurt was silent, burying his tear-streaked face into Rachel's side again. "I don't know. Do...do you think he's with a girl?"

Rachel petted at Kurt's hair sleepily. "I'm sure she's an ugly bitch."

"But why does Blaine need some bitch?"

Rachel shrugged. "I still think you should talk to him…"

Kurt shook his head.

"Call Mercedes. She'll know what to do."

"She's in California."

"She'll tell you to talk to him."

^.^

Kurt took a deep breath, fishing his keys out of his bag with shaking hands. He'd ended up calling Mercedes, on Rachel's insistence, and she'd told him to go home and get his stuff for his show that night, and talk to Blaine, face to face rather than over the phone.

He let himself in quietly, leaving his keys in their normal spot - the hall table just inside the door.

Blaine appeared, dressed in his pyjama bottoms, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. Kurt looked at him sadly, not even smiling when he spotted the adorable sleep creases over Blaine's face and arms.

Kurt made his way through the apartment, gathering up toiletries and a couple of changes of clothes, packing them all into his bag.

Blaine watched him quietly, yawning, waiting until Kurt stopped moving, hesitating in the kitchen.

"Kurt?" he asked. "Is it true?"

"Is what true Blaine?" Kurt spat. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Asking me what? If what's the truth?" Blaine asked, more than slightly confused.

Kurt almost faltered at his sincerity. "That…you're…cheating on me…"

Blaine's face fell, his mouth turning into a pout as his forehead creased with the frown.

"Really…?" Blaine whispered. "Really?"

"Really what?" Kurt whispered. "You go out late and you leave early. You get these stupid calls and you never tell me who they're from. What the hell's going on?"

"I can't believe you don't trust me." Blaine spat, a hand flying to his temple. "You really think I'd cheat on you. Kurt, I love you!"

"Then tell me where you're going!"

Blaine paused. "I can't! I know it's suspicious but you have to believe me Kurt, it's not what you think!"

Kurt turned away, his hand flying to his face. "She's a bitch, isn't she? Of course it'd be a fucking girl."

"Kurt!"

"So it's another guy?" Kurt sobbed into his hand.

"Kurt!"

"Fuck off Blaine. Just…get out."

"I can't fucking believe you. How long have we been together Kurt? Five years. Five years Kurt. Do you think that it doesn't mean anything?"

"Get out!"

"Fine. Get over yourself and call me back when you've fucking convinced yourself that I'm not cheating on you."

Blaine grabbed his coat, his wallet and his keys and Kurt heard the door slam. He sunk to his knees, crying loudly into his hands.

^.^

The next two weeks passed slowly, for both of them. Kurt made his way through what was left of his performances mechanically, never noticing that Blaine came every night.

He'd ended up staying at Rachel's apartment, unable to face the memories in his own, spending most of his time curled into a ball of misery.

She'd made him go home after the second night, which was when he realised Blaine wasn't staying there.

"Probably staying with his man whore." He'd commented snidely. Rachel rolled her eyes at him, over his dramatics.

Blaine spent the time doing almost the same. He'd been staying with one of his work friends – asked to house sit while they visited family, and only just barely managed to drag himself out of bed each day.

He went to text Kurt every night – every single time not managing to go through with it, saving the message to drafts.

He didn't know what to do – how could Kurt assume that of him? He couldn't go back…but it's not like they'd broken up. Despite his reassurances, he spent each night sobbing into his pillow.

He missed Kurt. God, he really missed him.

^.^

A month flew past and Kurt and Blaine hadn't spoken.

"Okay, now you're just being childish. The both of you."

"Rachel, he cheated on me." Kurt whispered, curled up and watching his favourite Disney film. "Who cares If I never speak to him again."

Rachel pointedly kicked the bin of tissues at Kurt's feet.

"Shut up."

"You miss him." Rachel pointed out. "Can I at least talk to him now?"

"No." Kurt mumbled.

"Kurt…your birthday is tomorrow."

"So what?"

"Birthdays are a big deal." Rachel hedged. Kurt turned away from her.

"Either you help me mope, and watch Disney, or you go home." He warned her.

Rachel sighed, giving up. She'd try again tomorrow, and if that failed, she'd just ring Blaine – with or without Kurt's permission.

^.^

Kurt showed Rachel out after the movie, refusing when she offered to stay. He waited until she was out of sight before going back inside.

He paused in the lounge room, glancing at the couch that had been his bed for the past month, before shaking his head. No... Tomorrow was his birthday wasn't it? He may as well sleep in his own bed...

Kurt collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, rolling onto Blaine's side.

He missed him so much, and being in this apartment, lying on sheets that still smelled like him wasn't helping Kurt at all.

Curling into a ball, Kurt buried his face in Blaine's pillow, crying himself to sleep.

^.^

The first thing Kurt knew when he woke up was that someone was cooking in his house. He panicked for a moment, his sleepy brain wondering what kind of thief would steal his food to only cook it at his own house before he remembered his birthday.

He got up with a yawn, noting that someone had opened his door. He stumbled through it, following the awesome smells to his kitchen, where Rachel and Mercedes stood, flipping pancakes.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Mercedes!" He threw himself at her, pulling her into a giant hug. "Oh my god I missed you so much. I had no idea you were coming!"

"Surprise." She laughed. "And happy birthday boo."

Rachel turned and presented him with a large bottle of Bailey's – it was his 21st, after all. Kurt laughed, hugging her too. "Thanks Rachel."

"Now…are you okay?" Mercedes asked gently, placing her hands on Kurt's shoulders.

He watched her with a curious expression, and he knew what she meant. "I'm fine."

He wasn't.

Until then, his mind had focused on getting to the kitchen, then it was occupied by Mercedes. The realization dawned on him that it was his first birthday in five years without Blaine. Tears pricked his eyes and he looked down, trying to blink them back.

The doorbell rang, saving him from the sympathy that Mercedes and Rachel were about to rain on him.

"I'll get it." Rachel grinned, turning around and heading for the door.

Kurt nodded and turned to the kitchen, ignoring the look from Mercedes. He started up the kettle, absently listening to the mumbles at the door. Rachel returned with a thick envelope, a giant bouquet of flowers and a long slip of what looked like parchment.

Rachel was absently reading the parchment, and Kurt watched her with raised eyebrows.

"It's for you." She said distractedly, tossing him the envelope and setting the flowers on the table.

"Can I read it then?" Kurt asked, and she shook her head.

"Me first. You open the thing." Mercedes read over her shoulder and Kurt rolled his eyes with a fond smile, turning his attention to the envelope.

It had no address or any sign from who it came from, so Kurt shrugged, opening it carefully. Five slips of paper fell out, along with a second envelope. Kurt curiously grabbed one of the slips, reading over it.

"Kurt…what is it?" Mercedes asked, looking at him with wide eyes, her eyes alight.

"They're…theatre tickets." Kurt marvelled, a giant grin on his face. "Five different shows!"

"What's in the other envelope?"

Kurt reached for it, opening it quickly and pulling out the paper that it contained.

"Oh my god." Kurt whispered.

"What?" The girls asked in unison.

"It's…oh my god. It's a backstage pass to the Gershwin Theatre – a tour while a production goes on…oh my god."

Mercedes and Rachel both sported identical grins. "What are you grinning about?"

They thrust the parchment at him and Kurt took it, eager to find out who it was from.

His eyes widened at the familiar handwriting, skimming the page until he got to the last line.

~I'll be waiting in the park. Forever yours, Blaine

"Blaine!" he squealed, abandoning everything and racing out the door, still in his pyjama's.

Mercedes and Rachel exchanged glances, shrugging as they turned to rescue breakfast.

^.^

Blaine was pacing anxiously under a tree.

"It should have been delivered by now." He muttered, glancing around himself anxiously.

Kurt had just entered the park, freezing in place when he caught sight of Blaine.

"Kurt?" Blaine called, his face lighting up.

"Blaine! Oh my god, Blaine!" Kurt yelled, running across the park and throwing himself into Blaine's arms, hugging him tightly.

They didn't let go for a long time, turning in slow circles, burying their faces into each other's shoulders. Blaine pulled back after a few long minutes, finding his face streaked with his own tears. Kurt sobbed, pulling Blaine in for another hug.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I ever said anything. God, I just…I couldn't…I thought…"

Blaine nodded against him. "I should've told you why I was sneaking around. I just couldn't let you know though."

Kurt breathed in deeply, inhaling Blaine's strong sent. "I missed you so much. I couldn't believe what I'd done and I couldn't apologise and…"

"I know, I know baby. It's okay."

"It's not. I accused you of something you'd never do." Kurt stared up at him, disbelief in his eyes. "How did you ever forgive me?"

"I love you Kurt. Five years, remember. A stupid argument…it didn't mean a thing when I knew it wasn't true. I was just hoping you'd come to your senses." Blaine grinned slightly, leaning forward and kissing him.

Kurt relaxed, kissing him back hungrily, ignoring the blatant attack at him. They pulled back, gasping for breath, their foreheads resting against each other.

"Did you like your present?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "Blaine, everything was so perfect. Everything…it's just…" Kurt raised an eyebrow. "How did you do it?"

Blaine grinned coyly. "A magician never reveals his secrets."

Kurt smiled at him, resting his head on his shoulder for a moment.

"I love you. So much." He breathed. Blaine hugged him tightly, burying his face in his hair.

"I love you too."

^.^

By the time they finally made it back to their apartment, Mercedes and Rachel were nowhere to be seen.

Kurt looked down at himself and grimaced.

"Uh, I need to go get dressed."

"No you don't." Blaine denied.

"I'm not wearing these all day."

"Why don't we just go back to bed? Then you don't have to get dressed." Blaine argued mildly.

Kurt laughed as Blaine claimed his lips in a kiss.

"You're mine remember?" he whispered softly, eyes glinting evilly before he dropped his head, sucking and nipping at Kurt's throat.

Kurt dropped his head back to give him better access, unable to stop himself from moaning.

By the time Blaine pulled away, they were both flushed. Blaine pressed a fingertip to the hickey he'd made on Kurt's neck.

"And that's so everyone knows it." He whispered, taking Kurt's hand and leading him to their bedroom.

^.^

They breathed as one, their hearts raced as one, and for a moment there, Kurt could truly believe that they were one. As they came down from their high, they silently agreed to never be separate again.

"I've got something to show you…" Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's bare chest before reaching over him and retrieving his phone from the bedside table.

Kurt glanced at him with mild curiosity, lazily resting against the pillows in a doughy haze. Blaine fiddled for a moment before passing it to Kurt.

There were 37 message drafts, all addressed to him.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to do.

Kurt, please…

Most of them started and ended the same, as if Blaine was just rewriting them because he needed some closure. Kurt looked over at his boyfriend, who was blushing slightly and scratching the back of his neck with a small smile.

"I really missed you."

Kurt put Blaine's phone down and cuddled back up to him, pulling him down onto the pillows and just stared at him. Blaine stared back, and in their silence, they saw love and jealously and the cruel hands of fate that could touch them. But they were stronger now, and fate wouldn't hurt them again.

A/N: Cue corny ending, because you can never have too many of them :P