"I think we need a break…"

He said it softly; angrily. He knew how hard the words would hit and he didn't want anything to cushion the impact.

Kurt looked like he was having trouble breathing. Blaine knew that the tears would start any minute. "Blaine, what are you talking about?" His voice was shaking, although he was trying to keep calm.

"Maybe I need to let you fly free!" Blaine hissed. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

"You know that's not what I meant!" Kurt snapped. His entire body had tensed up. He tried to tell himself that it was all just a bad dream. Blaine couldn't really be doing this, could he? He loved Kurt. He'd been looking for him forever…

Kurt knew that his boyfriend was being unreasonable to begin with. In a way, Blaine brought all this upon himself. They'd been fine before Blaine started the job at six flags. It was only after he got tied up with rehearsal that things started going sour. He started to assume that Kurt would base his schedule around his. Kurt had tried to be accommodating, but he hated to miss out on the group outings that the kids from Glee club always invited him to go to. He had never told Blaine he couldn't come, but Blaine often complained that he felt out of place with the New Directions, and was clearly offended that Kurt wouldn't blow them off so they could go somewhere alone.

Whenever they were in groups, Blaine would get jealous of all the other guys, making "subtle" comments like:

"That Sam kid seems to like you a whole lot,"

"Is Puck always that touchy-feely with his male friends?"

"Mike thinks everything you say is gold. It's like he's just watching you constantly, waiting for you to speak."

And Kurt would reply with.

"Yes. He does. As a friend…Don't worry Blaine; he's straight. Not that it would make a difference if he wasn't."

"Puck's just affectionate. But it's okay because he's straight. Not that it would make a difference if he wasn't."

"Mike loves a good one liner. But he's straight. Not that it would make a difference if he wasn't."

But Blaine kept his guard up. He'd been keeping his cool for the most part until just now, when Sam called Kurt to invite him to another party Puck had decided to throw at Rachel's. Kurt had initially declined the invitation to spend alone time with Blaine, and Blaine was grateful. But then, he heard Kurt start laughing as the two boys made cracks about "the old ball and chain". At that point, he lost it. The decision for Kurt to focus some attention on him, just for one night, should've been easy. It should've been something he was thrilled to do.

"You don't want to be with me, Kurt, admit it!" Blaine shouted. "This right here is a waste of time! You clearly don't want to actively be my boyfriend right now, so why shouldn't I revoke you of the title until you do?"

Kurt was speechless. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it wouldn't go down. He was searching his brain for something to say; wishing he knew how to manipulate Blaine; to make him stay. He couldn't think fast enough, and before he could do anything about it, Blaine was heading for the door. Kurt was too weak to follow him.

There was a knock on the door.

"Rachel…you've been in there a while…" Puck's voice came through. "Are you two getting it on in there?"

"Get lost, Puckerman!" She snapped. "This is not the time."

She sat on her bed next to Kurt, who was in the fetal position sobbing into a pillow. She waited until Puck's footsteps faded down the hallway, and then turned back to her best friend. "Then what happened?"

Kurt took a deep breath to fuel himself through his next phrase. "Then he left," He shook. "He just walked out…I was paralyzed, basically. I didn't have anything left to say…and he was just…gone…"

"Have you tried calling him?" Rachel suggested gently.

Kurt sat up, wiping under his eyes with the back of his hand and shaking his head rapidly. "No. I don't want to talk to him," He said quickly; almost panicked. "It's not going to fix anything…"

"It sounds like you guys had a fight. Couples fight."

"Not me and Blaine."

"All it means is that you two are out of your honeymoon stage." Rachel told him reasonably. "He needs time to calm down. You both need time to calm down."

Rachel leaned forward and hugged him. "It's over Rachel," He told her darkly. "I am furious with him. He needed me to belong to him and…" Suddenly he sounded more content, like he was having a revelation mid-sentence. "…I'm just not down with that."

"I just want you to be happy, Kurt," Rachel told him. "I think for tonight you should just try to forget about it and have fun. Come back to this later with a clear mind."

Kurt nodded. She was right. Beside, his anger toward Blaine at the current would be best expressed by having fun despite the fact that Blaine was probably sitting at home crying, assuming that Kurt was doing the same.

Kurt wasn't going be the guy who couldn't get over his ex. He wasn't going to sit around contemplating how he could've kept Blaine around. He honestly believed that he hadn't done anything wrong. If Blaine thought differently, that really was his problem wasn't it.

"Just let me wash my face," Kurt said bravely. "And then let's party like its 1999…"

"Seriously…?" Rachel said cynically, cringing at his lame quote.

Kurt was alone at the Berry's dining room table, loading his paper plate with thin-crust pizza when Sam approached.

"No Blaine tonight?" He was clearly just making conversation, and Kurt had to remind himself once again that the reason people asked was not to rub it in his face that his boyfriend had dumped him. "I thought you wanted to hang with him."

"No. There's not going to be any Blaine anymore," Kurt said simply, avoiding looking directly at the boy. "There's not going to be any Blaine ever again."

"Oh." Sam replied densely. "Well…I'm sorry."

He was standing pretty close to Kurt and reached around him to grab a slice of mushroom and olive. Kurt remembered how Sam was at parties when they first met; how he wouldn't dare to touch junk food in fear that his body would punish him for it. After his family started having problems, Sam became more relaxed. Kurt realized that it was because he couldn't afford to have a specific diet anymore. He had to eat whatever he could get.

"What about Mercedes?" Kurt asked. He felt bad, because he hadn't talked to her in nearly a week. He just hadn't gotten around to calling her. Honestly, he was surprised she wasn't here tonight: everyone else was.

"There's not going to be a Mercedes anymore…" Sam sighed. "I mean, obviously she'll still be around, but me and her…we weren't really cut out for each other. She had some family things tonight. We're still friends; I mean, she'd be here if she wasn't busy."

It kind of hit Kurt hard that Mercedes and Sam had broken up and he'd had no idea. She used to tell him everything. Now, it seemed they had almost completely drifted apart. Kurt felt kind of awful, standing there next to Sam and the pizza table, realizing that he'd lost his best friend the same day he lost his first love.

"I'm sorry," He told Sam. "I really thought you two would work out."

"Did you seriously…?" Sam gave him a sort of charming half-smile.

Kurt raised his eyebrows skeptically in response. "You didn't…?"

Sam chuckled and shrugged. "I made this…what's the word…resolution…?"

Kurt nodded, that sounded like the right word.

"Yeah…" Sam continued. "I decided to try things before I rule them out."

"…And Mercedes has been…"

"Completely ruled out…" Sam finished the sentence.

The two of them laughed softly, though neither of them really knew what they were laughing about.

"Well, I'm glad you've gained some clarity there," Kurt told him.

"Is that what you've gained in regards to the hobbit?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, pretending to be offended by the insult, but secretly kind of happy that someone was insulting Blaine. It made him feel like the whole world was on his side. "Yes." Kurt sighed. "I guess you could say that…"

"Well then," Sam sighed. "I'm happy for you too."

"Good," Kurt smiled oddly at him.

"Good…"

Kurt sprinted down the hall on his tiptoes, holding his breath. He had a couple drinks in him, but only enough to make him slightly giddy. He didn't think he was drunk yet. Suddenly he collided with something. He almost cried out in shock, but he reminded himself that making any noise would give him away. The person he'd bumped into grabbed his shoulders to steady him. Kurt blinked, trying to make out the face. He saw the blond hair and the plump lips and grinned.

"Come on!" Sam hissed. "Come with me."

They had turned off every light in Rachel's house. It had been Finn's idea to play an epic came of hide-and-seek tag. Kurt loved games like this. He loved to outsmart his friends. Sam grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him into the nearby master bedroom. They rushed past the bed and planted themselves in a closet, nestled amongst the racks of Rachel's Dads' clothes.

"Her parents are gunna know we were in here!" Kurt whispered to Sam.

"It's not like they memorized their closet, Kurt." Sam laughed.

"Shut up!" Kurt snapped quietly. "Someone's gunna hear us."

"You're right!" Sam froze. "Oh my god…Someone's coming!"

He wrapped his arms around Kurt and started dropping to the floor. Kurt laughed and went along with it. Once they were down, Sam crawled to the wall, burying himself behind a rack of shirts. Kurt followed suite, even though he didn't hear anyone coming.

"We might be here awhile," He whispered to Sam.

"Mhmmm," Sam hummed. Sitting close to him, Kurt realized that Sam reeked of alcohol. Sam didn't seem drunk though. He just seemed…happy. He was probably was a similar level buzzed as him, Kurt thought, which was good. It was always the best when he and his friends were in similar states of mind. Sam whispered, "How are we gunna keep ourselves entertained?"

Kurt stifled a laugh, his mind wandering in all the wrong directions.

"I really am sorry about Blaine, Kurt," Sam shifted uncomfortably on the floor of the closet. Kurt was leaning up against the back wall with his knees pulled up to his chest. He had almost forgotten about Blaine. Damn it, Sam.

"It's fine," He said tersely.

"If he liked it then he should've put a ring on it," Sam mumbled almost incoherently.

"…What…?"

Sam coughed a bit. "You know, you're single now…all the single ladies…"

"I'm not a lady, Sam…" Kurt was starting to laugh, because he began to get the sense that Sam was a lot farther gone than he'd initially thought.

"Oh. Yeah. You're a gentle…man."

Kurt kept laughing, and realized he couldn't stop. He felt himself sliding down the wall a bit, and began to wonder if he was drunker than he wanted to admit as well. He wasn't bluffing when he told Rachel he was going to party hard tonight.

"Are you sad, Kurt?" Sam asked simply. Kurt realized that he had gotten on all fours and was leaning closer to him. His boozy breath began to hit Kurt on the cheek.

"No," Kurt said, trying not to flinch. It was a strange feeling; being so close to Sam. He was suddenly kind of aroused, and felt like the right thing to do would be to scoot away. Sam was his friend. His straight friend…feeling like the ones he was having seemed wrong. Sam didn't realize how close he was. He was drunk. He wasn't thinking.

"Really…?" Sam kind of stumbled and fell into Kurt. Luckily, the way Kurt was sitting kept Sam's face from slamming into his crotch.

"Sam. I think we might be drunk," Kurt said, starting to laugh again. He honestly couldn't figure out why he was laughing.

Sam started to laugh too and rolled onto his back. Kurt put his legs down and let Sam lay in his lap. "What if I fell asleep in here?"

Kurt couldn't see Sam's face, but he pictured what it would be like if he could; if he could see Sam's sweet, tired face looking up at him. He thought that might be nice.

Before Kurt could answer his question, though, they heard a click, and light from the bedroom came through the crack under the closet door. Impulsively, Kurt slapped one hand over his own mouth and one over Sam's. Sam was chuckling nervously. They heard footsteps going into the master bathroom, and they heard Finn searching on the other side of the wall.

"Oh my god," Kurt hissed, his competitive edge taking over. "We have to get out of here."

The two of them clumsily emerged from the racks and exploded from the closet, tearing through the bedroom.

"Hey!" They heard Finn shout. "Who is that!"

Kurt gripped Sam's wrist as the stumbled through the hallway, jumping into the first open door that they found. High on adrenaline, Sam slammed the door and locked it. Kurt cackled uncontrollably.

"Subtle, Samuel," Sam was leaning against the door, breathing heavily. Kurt reached for the doorknob. "Unlock it. That's against the rules."

Sam swatted his hand out of the way. They could hear Finn bounding up the hallway. He tried the doorknob himself then started pounding on the door. "Whoever's in there…you're kind of cheating…"

Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped away from the door. His eyes began to adjust and he realized they were in one of the Berry's guest rooms now. He kind of wished the lights were on because Rachel's Dads' were great decorators, and he liked to see what they did with there spaces. As he squinted and looked around, Sam cam behind him and put a hand on his shoulder…he remembered why they were in here in the first place and turned around, grinning.

"Unlock it, Sam," He ordered.

Sam shook his head, his hands traveling to rest on Kurt's bicep. "Either way…" He breathed back. "We loose…"

"What…?" Kurt closed his eyes, suddenly dizzy. Sam was standing really close…he couldn't think properly when Sam stood this close. Sam's hands moved on his arms in little circles, sending chills throughout his body.

"Go away Finn," Sam shouted loudly. He was putting his arms around Kurt's waist now. Instinctively, Kurt reached up and held the blond boy's arms. Yes, his thoughts had completely left him now. He looked to the door.

"Sam..?" He heard a disbelieving smile in Finn's voice. "No way, man… Who do you have in there?"

"Go away Finn!" Sam snapped again. Then he turned back toward Kurt and whispered. "It's not cheating if we're not going to play anymore…"

And suddenly Sam had his palms on Kurt's ass and was shoving his tongue so far into Kurt's mouth that Kurt was surprised he wasn't gagging. Kurt welcomed Sam without hesitation. He moved one hand up to Sam's shoulder and used the other to grab a handful of long, soft hair. Almost immediately, Sam started tugging at Kurt's shirt, and Kurt allowed him to remove it. Sam pulled away and took off his own shirt, backing up to the bed.

Then, suddenly Kurt's conscience kicked in. "Oh my god! You're gay?" He almost yelled.

"Naw," Sam said quickly, reaching for Kurt's and pulling him down onto the bed. He said nothing else, but Kurt wasn't in any state to ask for explanations.

Sam grabbed Kurt's shoulders and pushed him down onto the mattress. He then straddled Kurt's hips and planted kiss after kiss across his smooth, bare chest. Kurt wasn't sure how to react. Things were getting pretty intense. Honestly, this was more intense than things had ever gotten with Blaine. Sam reached down and unbuttoned Kurt's jeans.

"God, you really don't waste any time," Kurt joked breathlessly.

Sam grinned, putting his hand around Kurt's erection. Kurt gasped, suddenly unable to form any more words. He lifted his hips slightly off the mattress so Sam could pull his pants further down his thighs.

"Honestly…" Sam told him, he sloppily kissed Kurt's chest again and then his ribs, his lips were gradually moving down Kurt's abdomen. "…This is just something I've always wanted to try."

Well, Kurt thought, he's certainly got the mouth for it.

Blaine.

That was the first thing Kurt thought as his eyes fluttered open the next morning. It had been the first thing he thought about every morning since months before they got together. This morning was no exception.

Blaine.

He inhaled sharply, his face pressed into a stack of pillows. Where was he? It took him a moment. Rachel's house… This was Rachel's house. But he didn't remember falling asleep.

Sam.

Oh god. He sat up quickly, and his eyes darted over to the blond boy lying beside him; the boy who had given him his first blow job several hours earlier. Then, Kurt remembered: Blaine dumped him. Sam had wanted him. And the aching all over his body, along with the dry mouth and nausea, reminded him that they had also been drinking.

He stood up and got dressed. Sam was still in his pants from the night before, but his shirt was off and his perfect torso was completely exposed. Kurt felt himself sneak a peak at him, and then was instantly embarrassed, even though there was nothing there to stop him. Sam was straight, right? He was really confused about that. Sam had just been drunk and curious. Kurt was sure there were a lot of straight guys who wondered what it was like to put a penis in their mouth…He himself wondered about boobs sometimes.

But dear god, Sam had been good. Not that Kurt had anything to compare it to.

"Sam," Kurt hissed. He went around the bed and gave the boy a light shake. He really hoped Sam would remember the night before. It would be awkward to explain to him. Or maybe if Sam didn't remember, he could convince him that he'd slept alone.

Sam stirred, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and looked at Kurt. It took him a minute to process everything, and by the way he held his head, wincing, Kurt could tell that Sam's hangover was a lot worse than his. But he remembered, Kurt was slightly relieved to realize. It showed on his face that he remembered. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped and he was at a loss for words, he blinked at Kurt, whose lips were pursed apologetically.

"Oh my god…" Sam said hoarsely. "…I hooked up with a dude last night."

"No one has to know," Kurt told him quickly. He wasn't sure if he wanted people to know. He felt like a total slut.

Sam stood up and got his shirt off the floor. "God, Kurt. I'm sorry that happened."

"It's fine," Kurt just wanted to be done talking about it. He knew it didn't mean anything. There was nothing to talk about. There wasn't even anything to think about. It had been fun, but it was in the past now: a one-time thing. "Let's just get out of here."

Sam nodded. They glanced awkwardly around the hallway to make sure no one was lingering before walking through it and going down the staircase into Rachel's kitchen.

"We were wondering what happened to you two," Puck and Rachel were sipping coffee at the kitchen table.

"Did you two finally bone!" Puck asked loudly, shocked to see the two of them together.

"Noah!" Rachel scolded, looking horrified.

"Definitely not…!" Sam shouted a little too defensively.

"It's fine," Kurt turned to Sam nervously. "Puck thought me and Rachel were having sex last night."

"We were hiding and we fell asleep," Sam said, in a tone that Kurt still felt was unconvincing. But maybe he was just paranoid…

"That's interesting…" Rachel said suspiciously. She locked eyes with Kurt, and he felt his cheeks flame up. A wicked look came into Rachel's eyes. Oh god, she knew.

"Yeah, well. I'm leaving." Kurt said quickly. He started out of the kitchen.

"I'll walk you to the door!" Rachel jumped out of her seat to follow him. Kurt should've known he wouldn't be able to escape her.

"Shut up…" He said immediately as the two of them entered the hallway.

"Kurt Hummel…what did you do?" She sounded excited. She was thrilled by the potential of scandal.

"Shut up…" Kurt said again, approaching the front door.

"Kurt, what about Blaine?" She jumped between him and the door, demanding answers.

Kurt had what he thought was an obvious answer to that. "Blaine broke up with me."

"Kurt…" Rachel shook her head at him. She looked scared, almost.

"Well, it's too late to change anything now," He reminded her simply. "You're the one who told me to forget about him, so that's what I did."

"I told you to clear your mind!" She hissed. "I didn't tell you to…"

He interrupted. He didn't want to hear him say it. "I was going to move on eventually!"

"I don't think you really know that!" She snapped. "I mean…it was just a fight."

"No, Rachel. He broke up with me." Kurt hated to say those words over and over again. The more he said them, the more they rang as truth, and the deeper they cut. He couldn't believe that it was real. He was almost thankful for what happened with Sam. At least he had that feeling; knowing that someone had wanted him, however briefly; to fall back on. That was supposed to make him feel better, wasn't it? "I have to go…"

"Well…if you need to talk," Rachel stepped away from the door to let him out.

"There's nothing to talk about…"

He walked into his kitchen ten minutes later, wearing his clothes from the night before, his eyes red and his hair messed up. Burt and Carol were sitting at the table, Carol eating a croissant and reading the Arts and Leisure section while Burt sipped his coffee and did the crossword puzzle. They looked up at Kurt in unison. He refused to make eye contact with either of them.

"I don't want to talk about it." He mumbled. Burt choked a bit, but respected his son's wishes.

Kurt got upstairs and found Finn brushing his teeth in their shared bathroom. As Kurt came down the hall, he stuck his head out and chuckled.

"If you came in looking like that, then they definitely realize we slept at the same party…" He said. Kurt gave him the finger. He didn't know why. It just sort of happened, and then he retreated into his room and slammed the door.