Okay this is the last chapter! I have an epilogue on the way that will set up the sequel that I’m planning in which we find out what has been happening with Rachel, but apart from that, this is it. Thanks for sticking with me this long. I hope you guys like the way this turns out. Song in this chapter is Not Alone by Darren Criss.

Blaine was halfway back to New York, a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel, when his phone rang.
“I’m fine, Coop.” he said by way of a greeting.
“Are you sure about this, Blainey?” he said.
“Coop, I need to fix this.” He said earnestly. “I can’t live with the ‘what if’ on this one…I love him.”
“I know.” Cooper said his voice sounded strained and if Blaine didn’t know any better he’d say his brother was crying. “Be careful, bro.”

About twenty minutes later he pulled up to Kurt’s apartment building and made his way to the other man’s door, feeling as though he might be sick as doubts crept in. Nevertheless, he knocked on the door with a lot more confidence than he felt.
It was Rachel who answered the door. “He’s not here.” She said when she saw it was Blaine.
“Where is he?” he asked, his shoulders sagging slightly.
Rachel bit her lip and looked away. “Rachel, come on.” He begged.
“Okay, but only because he is miserable and I can’t take it anymore.” She said in a rush. “He didn’t say, but I think he went to Tiffany’s. We went there our first time in New York and he goes sometimes when he needs to clear his head.”
“Thank you.” He said simply, and turned to leave.
“Blaine?” Rachel shouted after him. When he turned around she smiled at him. “Good luck.” She said.
Blaine grinned back and turned away again, this time nearly running down the hallway. He drove slowly down 5th avenue, until he, remarkably, found a parking space less than a block from Tiffany’s. He ran to stand in front of the store front, looking about until he spotted a head of chestnut hair a few feet away. “Kurt!” he shouted, causing the man to start and look in his direction. His expression tightened when he spotted Blaine.
“What do you want, Blaine.” Kurt asked as soon as the two were close enough to speak.
“I want to explain.” He said. Kurt made to say something but Blaine stopped him. “Please, Kurt just five minutes. Five minutes, and I’ll leave you alone.”
Kurt seemed to be truly consider Blaine’s request for a long time, while the other man held his breath, feeling as though everything hung on Kurt’s answer.
“Five minutes.” Kurt said, taking Blaine by the arm and guiding him through the crowded street and into the famed jeweler’s, stopping just inside the door. “Go ahead.” He said, an edge of impatience in his voice.
“Okay.” Blaine said, trying frantically to gather his thoughts. For all his urgency he had not planned what he would say if he actually got Kurt to listen to him.
“My whole life I haven’t been good enough for people. My dad, my teachers, boyfriends…” He began, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that I don’t know what my abilities are, because I do, but enough people tell you that you’re a failure you start to believe it. The bad stuff is always easier to believe.” He had to take a deep breath in order to continue. “So when I got that letter from Trevor, what I know about you, about us, it got…drown out by that voice in my head that tells me I don’t deserve you.”
“Blaine—“ Kurt began.
“No, wait let me finish.” Blaine interjected. “It got drown out for a minute. Kurt, as soon as you walked out that door, I realized I had been an idiot. I trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone and whatever made me forget that, it’s gone now. I love you, Kurt.” He said tears springing to his eyes.
Kurt was silent for almost a minute. “I don’t know Blaine.” He said finally. “I just don’t know.”
“You don’t have to.” Blaine said quickly, “At least not right now. Take some time, and think about it.” he said reaching out to touch Kurt who flinched away. “Look,” he said, as his heart broke. “There’s this thing the college is doing for me Friday night, My article got published, and they’re having this party and they’re going to read my article and they want me to sing. I’d love it if you were there.” He said.
“I’ll think about it.” Kurt said softly
“Excuse me.” Came a voice, “You can’t just stand here. If you aren’t going to browse or make a purchase I am going to have to ask you to leave.”
The pair turned to find a Tiffany’s employee scowling at them. “We were just leaving.” Kurt declared and left before Blaine or the clerk could say another word.

“It’s been three days, Mike. He’s not going to call.” Blaine said to his former roommate Wednesday night.
“You don’t know that.” Mike countered. “What you said to him, that was some heavy stuff. You’ve got to give him time.”
Blaine’s only response was to bury his face in his hands. Mike shifted to pat his friend on the back, “I think Kurt has his own darkness he needs to get out of too.” He said. “He’ll come around. He might even come to the party.”
“Maybe. I hope so. I don’t think I can sing in front of everyone without him there.” He admitted. “Not this song.”
“Have you finished it yet?” Mike asked.
“Not quite. It’s almost perfect.” Said Blaine. I played it for Sebastian the other day and he made some suggestions.
“He and Dave are in town for the party already?”
“No, they’re not leaving until tomorrow. It was over Skype. Do you want to hear?” He asked looking at Mike.
“Of course.”
Blaine stood and walked over to the small, upright piano in Mike and Tina’s living room and began to play.

Kurt and Rachel sat in silence in their living room. Rachel flipped through a magazine while Kurt pretended to read a book.
“You need go to that party tomorrow night.” She said without looking up.
“Rachel, we’ve talked about this.” He said with a tone of one who had said the same thing over and over. “Can’t forgive him just like that.” He said sapping is fingers.
“Did I say anything about forgiving him?” she said. “How is he supposed to earn your trust again if you won’t talk to him?” she asked. Glaring at him from over the top of her copy Vogue.
“Whose side are you on anyway?” he hissed, glaring back but then he sighed. “Fine. If you’ll shut up I will go to the stupid party, but you’re coming with me.”
Rachel beamed “I already have a dress picked out.”

Blaine clutched what had to be his third glass of champagne. His eyes had been glued to the door since he arrived but Kurt had yet to show.
“Professor Anderson?” he turned to face Olivia Evans who was smiling fondly at him, a tall, good looking blonde guy standing at her side.
“This is my brother, Sam.” She said proudly, “Sam this is Professor Blaine Anderson, my Music Theory teacher.”
“It’s good to meet you.” Sam said, shaking Blaine’s hand enthusiastically “Olivia talks about you all the time.”
“Sam!” The girl protested, elbowing her brother in the side. It was then that Tina interrupted them.
“Blaine they want you on stage.” She said softly.
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll be right there.” Then to the pair beside him “That’s my cue I guess. It was good meeting you Sam.” With that he made his way to the front of the room, casting a last, sad look at the entrance to the ballroom.

“We are so late.” Rachel said tensely as they sat in the cab. They had left from dinner and some sort of accident had put traffic at a standstill.
“We’re not that late.” Kurt said, though he was straining to see the front of the line of traffic. “I think we’re moving.”
Finally, a good forty-five minutes past when they intended to be there, Rachel and Kurt walked into the ballroom to find all eyes on Blaine. Everyone was clapping and smiling.
“Oh, no we missed it!” Rachel moaned.
“Missed what?” Kurt asked, confused. Blaine had turned his attention to the baby grand that was being wheeled on stage. “Maybe nothing.” Rachel replied.
“What are you talking about?” Kurt said, annoyed now.
“Just watch.” Rachel said, gesturing to the stage as Blaine began to speak.

“Okay, um, I wrote a song for someone a long time ago, I showed him my soul and he pretty much laughed in my face and I was afraid to show it to anyone else for a long time. But then I met someone else.” He paused here to look out at the crowd, his eyes roaming the expectant faces desperately until they locked with Kurt’s. his breath caught in his throat and it was another beat before he could continue. “He was scared like me, but we had almost started to heal each other but then I messed up.” He had yet to take his eyes off the other man’s as he spoke. “I lost him and I’m not sure I’ll ever get him back.” He shifted to place his hands on the keys “Nevertheless, this is for him.” he said and began to play.

I’ve been alone
Surrounded by darkness
And I’ve seen how heartless the world can be

I’ve seen you crying
You felt like it’s hopeless
I’ll always do my best to make you see

Baby you’re not alone
Cause you’re here with me
And nothing’s ever gonna bring us down
Cause nothing can keep me from lovin’ you
And you know it’s true
It don’t matter what’ll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through

Kurt couldn’t breathe. After looking down to start the song, Blaine’s eyes had found his again and had yet to stray. The raw emotion in his voice reminded him of the night they had first said “I love you” to each other. He was so wrapped up that he started when Rachel laid a hand on his arm.
“Rachel…” he whispered softly.
“I told you we didn’t want to be late.” She whispered back, giving his arm a squeeze.

I still have trouble
I trip and stumble
Tryin to make sense of things sometimes

I look for reasons, but I don’t need ‘em
All I need is to look in your eyes
And I realize

That baby I’m not alone

By this time, tears were rolling down Kurt’s cheeks and Blaine went into a falsetto as he sang the last notes of the song. Unable to bare being in the crowded room, Kurt turned to run.
“Kurt!” he heard Blaine call but the other man didn’t catch up with him until he was outside. “Kurt!” he called again “Kurt, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—“ he began, but was cut off when Kurt stepped close and caught his lips in a hard kiss. Blaine could taste Kurt’s tears.
“That was the most perfect song.” He said, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck.
“It was true.” Blaine said, his throat tight. “Every word.”
“I’m sorry.” Kurt murmured, his voice muffled because he had yet to lift his head from Blaine’s shoulder.
“I am too, I should have believed you.”
“Don’t.” Kurt said. “That doesn’t matter now.”
“I love you.” Blaine said.
“I love you too.” Kurt replied without hesitation and kissed him again.
“Mmm,” Blaine said “Want to go back to my place?” he asked, half his mouth curling into a smile.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Kurt replied.

As soon as they walked through the front door, their mouths met. “God, I missed you.” Blaine said against Kurt’s lips. Kurt could only moan as Blaine thrust his tongue into his mouth. Finally tore himself away long enough to gasp. “Bedroom. Now.”
Blaine laughed. “As you wish.” He said and in a move that caused Kurt to yelp, scooped him up and carried him down the hall. When they reached Blaine’s bedroom they made quick work of each other’s clothes. Blaine gestured for Kurt to proceed him onto the bed, crawling up after him.
“You are so beautiful.” He said as he ran a finger down Kurt’s pale chest.
“Your eyes.” He said, pressing his lips to the corner of each.
“Your nose. Your lips. Your chin.” He proceeded to kiss each feature as he mentioned it. eventually he fell silent, but continued to explore Kurt’s body with his mouth.
“Blaine, please.” Kurt begged.
Blaine flicked his eyes to the other man’s face. He looked completely wrecked. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and a flush had taken over his porcelain skin.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?” he asked, running an open hand down Kurt’s flat stomach until it wrapped around his completely hard cock. He pumped his fist once, eliciting a moan from the other man. “Jesus, Blaine.” He ground out.
Blaine chucked and lowered himself until his lips closed over the tip. Without removing his hand from the base, he took as much of Kurt into his mouth as he could, then pulled back, dragging his tongue along the bottom as he went. Kurt’s hips jerked upward instinctively when Blaine swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock and he moaned loudly. “I’m so close.” He said.
“Not yet, baby.” Blaine said, licking the pre-cum off and taking him in his mouth again.
“Blaine.” The single word was something between a plea and a demand. Blaine mearly hummed and pulled off Kurt with a faint pop. He sat up and fumbled around in the draw for the bottle of lube. When he found it he warmed a measure of the thick gel up in his hands and readied Kurt.
As soon as a thick layer of lube coated the other man, he went up on his knees and guided Kurt in, lowering himself slowly until the other man was buried to the hilt.
Kurt growled and rolled on top of him and immediately began to move. Blaine moaned as a particularly hard thrust put Kurt’s tip in contact with his prostate. The sound seemed to encourage Kurt because he increased his pace and wrapped his hand around Blaine at the same time. They settled into a rhythm quickly. Thanks to Blaine’s earlier attentions, it wasn’t long before Kurt came with a shout and Blaine was seconds behind him.
They lay there for a long time, catching their breath and returning to reality until the mess between them began to get uncomfortable. Without speaking they got up and shared a shower which took longer than normal as they kept stopping to kiss and touch. They finally emerged from the bathroom and got back in bed, both on their backs.
“Blaine?” Kurt said softly.
“Yeah?”
“We need to talk.” He said, turning over to face Blaine.
“Okay” Blaine said, turning over as well.
“I love you, and I want to be with you but I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything.” Blaine said, reaching up to run his hand down Kurt’s cheek.
“That when something goes wrong with us. If we have doubts or concerns that we always talk to each other right away. That we always try to work it out.” He said.
“That sounds perfect.” Blaine said smiling widely. “I promise.”
“Good.” Kurt replied, “Me too.” He moved until he was curled against Blaine’s side, his head fitting perfectly in the dip beneath his shoulder and in a few seconds, they were both asleep.

Blaine rose late that morning to find Kurt gone. He rubbed his eyes and looked about in confusion. He climbed out of bed and called Kurt’s name.
“In here.” Kurt called from the kitchen.
Blaine was halfway down the hall before the smells of coffee and bacon hit his nostrils.
“That smells incredible.” He said as he entered the kitchen, hugging Kurt from behind.
“When I woke up and you were gone I thought last night was a dream.” He said softly.
“Lucky for both of us it was very real.” Kurt replied turning in Blaine’s arms and kissing his cheek. “Now get to the table.” He said, giving him a gentle shove.
Blaine reluctantly went and sat down, pouring Kurt and himself a glass of orange juice. He looked over to find Kurt standing right beside him.
“Blaine, I have a question.” He said sounding a bit nervous.
“I have an answer.” Blaine said
Kurt let out a burst of nervous laughter and dropped to one knee.
“Kurt?” Blaine said.
“Blaine Devon Anderson, will you marry me?”
Blaine launched himself at Kurt, knocking over both him and the chair in the process.
“Yes!” he shouted “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” he rained kisses on Kurt’s face and neck, finally connecting with his lips. They kissed on the kitchen floor for a long time before Blaine hauled the him up and lead him into the bedroom. Their breakfast grew cold as they made love, whispering words of forever in each other’s ears.