Blaine woke up the next morning, his mood immediately darkening when the memories from last night came back to him at full force, each detail fresh in his mind.

FLASHBACK

"I-I can't do this," Kurt said, pushing Blaine off of him before scrambling off the bed in a hurry. Blaine grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down, trapping the countertenor underneath him. Instead of the anger Kurt expected, it was sadness the hazel eyes held. "Please, just…let me pretend, for just one night," he pleaded.

Kurt bit his lip, immediately releasing it when he saw Blaine's eyes flicker down to his lips. "No, I can't do that to Jeff. I'm sorry, just please….go," he said softly, not looking at Blaine as the soloist gave him one last pleading look before leaving the room, tears threatening to fall.

FLASHBACK END

He got dressed and gelled his hair, the routine robotic and tiring. As he walked to class, he saw Kurt talking to Jeff, tears sliding down his face as Jeff's expression changed from shock, to anger, then alarm as he wrapped the

smaller boy into a warm embrace, whispering things into his ear. It should have been him. It could have been him. But it wasn't him.

He found himself storming over to the pair and before he could think, Jeff's fest shot out and punched him in the face.

"He's mine," Jeff hissed as he glared daggers at Blaine. The expression 'If looks could kill' ran through his head for a moment.

"Wait, Jeff, stop!" Kurt cried, pulling Jeff's arm down before he could throw another punch. The blonde boy looked at Kurt, the terror in his eyes softening the anger inside of him. He sighed, tossing Blaine another glare before walking away, taking Kurt with him.

"I still love you," he called, watching the way Kurt glanced at him for a moment before he continued walking, "Kurt," he called again, a little louder. He didn't look back that time. "Kurt!" he yelled, tears blurring his vision and heart clenching painfully as the pair continued to walk, ignoring his cries.

"You want to run to him," Jeff said quietly, wiping the tears from Kurt's face, who was doing everything he could not to run into Blaine's arms. He nodded, clutching Jeff's arm tightly, refusing to let go. "Don't let me," Kurt whispered, feeling Jeff's arms wrap around him tightly.

"And let you get away from me?" Jeff whispered back, brushing Kurt's bangs out of his eyes, "Not a chance."