“Basically, sort of, yes,” Kurt ran his fingers through his hair, he was a mess. “He hasn’t talked to me after he confronted me the day after.”

They both sat down in their seats in the theatre. This was the last night of this shows production before Ryan McDougall would take over and revamp it; Rachel had taken time off from her own show to come watch and support Kurt who would no doubt, be a mess by the end of the night.

“I don’t know why you’re making this so complicated, Kurt. He invited you into his house for the night; let you wear his clothes to bed, and then he let you sleep in his bed! Do you really think he wanted you to leave after your romp in the sack?” Rachel asked.

Kurt sighed, “It’s a matter of principle, Rachel. He hasn’t even stated what he wants out of this, for all I know he just wanted whatever that was and after tonight he’ll be out of my life for good.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s performance will begin in one minute if you could just take your seats.”

“Look, if anything was supposed to happen between us it would’ve happened now!” Kurt hissed. It’s not like he hadn’t thought of Blaine’s reaction the next day. If that was a clue to anything, nothing would ever happen then Kurt would be alone for the rest of his life.

“Maybe you read into what he said in the wrong way? I really don’t think Blaine meant it to come out that way.” Rachel stated; the house lights went down inside the theatre as everyone finished up their conversations.
“I know exactly what I heard thank you!” Kurt put a finger to her lips, “This conversation is over! You came here to support me, so don’t bring me down!”

Rachel stared at Kurt indigently; she let out a great huff and slouched down in her seat.

“Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you.”

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The day after the ‘incident’

Kurt stepped out of the shower in his own apartment and breathed in the humidity. This was home, this was right. He looked into the mirror and noticed a dark spot on his shoulder blade- a hickey. Alright, so no v-neck shirts, that he could do.

A knock at the door, “Kurt, are you still in there?”
He sighed, “No Rachel, I’m not.”

“I need to tell you something important.”

“Whatever it is, I think it can wait until I’m fully clothed in my own room.” Kurt said, slipping a towel around his waist.

“Oh I don’t think it can…” Rachel expressed as her voice faded away.

Kurt took one last look at his hair in the mirror and strode out of the bathroom through the apartment. He avoided Rachel who had been standing in the hallway and gave a quick wave to Blaine before heading to his- Blaine?
He whirled around to stare at the curly-haired boy. Blaine coughed, “Uh, hey Kurt.”

“What are you doing here?” He blanched. “I mean, let me just go put some clothes on.”

After throwing on the closest outfit he could find he headed back into the living room where Blaine was being interrogated by Rachel.

“Berry, leave Blaine alone. He answers enough questions throughout the day so he doesn’t need yours on top of that.” Kurt sat beside Blaine and shooed her away so they could talk in peace. Rachel gave one last huff of frustration before storming out of the living room. Kurt knew she would be listening through a crack from the door in her bedroom, but this would give them some privacy.

“So, you uh- you left pretty early.” Blaine mentioned casually as he leaned back against the couch, “Why?”

“I just really needed to get home. You know how I get without my showers.” Kurt joked.

“At six,” Blaine looked over at him, “Don’t you suppose that’s a bit too early?”

“I just didn’t want it to be awkward.” Kurt explained, “Don’t you think it would have been weird to wake up in the same bed as your ex?”

“I thought it would be nice to wake up in the comfort of someone I trust.” Blaine said. He stood up and walked towards the door, “It was stupid of me to come here. I don’t know what I expected, I’ll see you tonight Kurt.”
“Blaine-.”

The door closed leaving a befuddled Kurt behind. He grabbed one of the couch throw pillows and whipped it at the door, “Nobody cares what you want anyway!”

Intermission

Kurt told Rachel he would be back before intermission was over as he made his way backstage narrowly avoiding a certain blond attached to the wall, “If he isn’t on stage in 10 minutes, your ass is mine Sebastian!”

“Well wouldn’t I just love-.”

“Sebastian!” Kurt exclaimed as he continued through the swarms of people.

Finally he set his eyes on his prize. Blaine was casually speaking to one of the stage hands, joking with them and being seemingly to close for Kurt’s comfort. He slowed his jaunt to a walk. There was no way he would look desperate in front of anyone but himself.

“Blaine, if I could have a moment. It’s about curtain call tonight.” Kurt explained. He gave the stage guy an eyebrow raise and motioned for him to leave. The guy quickly nodded and scurried off.

“Awe, you didn’t have to scare the poor guy.” Blaine laughed.

“As if I could scare a fly.” Kurt scoffed, “Blaine, I think we need to talk about what happened yesterday morning.”

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.” Blaine said; suddenly his cuffs became very interesting.

“You embarrassed me in front of my room-mates. How am I supposed to react to that?” Kurt asked.

Blaine looked at him startled, “How you- I woke up alone, Kurt! You weren’t there! How is that supposed to make me feel?”

“Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t realize how hurt you were. You didn’t tell me your feelings, am I just supposed to assume that us pretty much sleeping together means that we’re together again!” Kurt yelled. His temper was flaring. How dare Blaine Anderson embarrass him in front of everyone! Everyone was starting to look over, talking to each other about the fighting.

“I’m a very physical person Kurt, you know that!”

“I haven’t seen you in five years!”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Certainly not mine!”

“Oh shut up!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen the show will begin in 5 minutes. I repeat; the show will begin in 5 minutes.”

“I think you need to sit back down.” Blaine said as he started walking away.

“I’m not done talking to you! This is my show, it goes on when I say it does!” Kurt yelled. “Don’t you dare walk away from me.”

Blaine turned around, his eyes looking torn between going back and performing or walking back to Kurt, “I think we know how that’s going to turn out.”

Kurt took one last look and stormed away. There was no way he was just going to stand there and let Blaine dictate their love life- or lack of love life. He was going to do it his way, just like he had last time.

Blaine watched Kurt walk away. He fidgeted with his hands nervously, what if that was the last time Kurt would ever talk to him. Anxiously he ran his fingers through his hair, this was the last time he would perform this show and he would do it right. Regardless of what type of fight he and Kurt had just gotten into.

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Rachel was ecstatic, Blaine was doing amazing! Occasionally she would nudge Kurt in the shoulder with delight to let him know how proud she was of his production. Kurt just continued to watch in complete silence, he wouldn’t let it be known just how much this performance was affecting him. Blaine was doing beautifully as was the rest of the cast of course, but Blaine was almost majestic.

With a final pause Blaine looked out at the crowd and it seemed like he focused in on Kurt as he song his final lines, “You alone can make my song take flight; it’s over now the music of the night.”

The theatre burst into applause as the curtain fell. The crowd rose to their feet as the curtains opened again to reveal the cast. They all stood together and took their final bow and pushed Blaine forward, giving him his final bow.

“SPEECH! SPEECH!” The crowd chanted.

Blaine grabbed onto the mic and smiled, willing the crowd to quiet down, “I just want to say that this has sure been one hell of a ride. From joining the production and requesting bottled water only from the Alps to tonight… this production has been somewhere in my top ten moments in my life. I’ve been surrounded by the most wonderful people and this show tonight has definitely reflected that.”

The crowd cheered and egged him on. Blaine put his hands out to silence them as some of the cast brought out some flowers, “Now I don’t know if anyone here knows… but tonight is the director’s last night as well. Kurt Hummel has been working selflessly to get this production in full swing since he started, being the director for 2 years he has definitely perfected the word Broadway. From his humble home in Lima, Ohio to the bright lights of Broadway we would really like it if he would come on stage to accept these flowers from me and the rest of the cast.”

Kurt sat in complete shock. He hadn’t expected the cast to get him anything because they knew how he was when it came to stealing their spotlight.

“Go Kurt!” Rachel exclaimed as she pushed him out of his seat and into the isle. Slowly he made his way to the stage where a toothy grinning Blaine was staring down at him.

Blaine offered his hand out to where Kurt was beginning to climb the steps. He was immediately handed flowers and a mic. “Come on Kurt, say a little something!” Connor exclaimed.

“Uh-.” He looked around nervously, “I don’t know what to say. I just… I’m going to miss you all so much. I don’t even-.” He shuddered, “You are all the best cast a guy could ask for.”

A sound of ‘awe’ resonated throughout the theatre as the cast surrounded Kurt and hugged him. The last hug.

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Blaine hung up his cape and gave one last final look at his costume rack before he exited his costume room and headed towards the stage. It was a little after one in the morning once he had finally finished cleaning up and visiting with the fans. He walked onto the stage and sat down.

“Hey.”

He turned around and saw Kurt walking towards him, “Hey.”
Kurt smiled, “Doesn’t this remind you of our high school days?”

“Yeah,” Blaine laughed, “it really does.”

“You did beautifully up there.” Kurt admitted; within arm length of Blaine he stopped and just tucked his hands in his pockets.

“With the help of my fantastic director.” Blaine smiled and moved a bit closer.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the other night. I just figured I should leave in case you woke up in the morning and regretted it…” Kurt said, he looked down and twiddled his thumbs.

“I love you.” Blaine said, his smile turning into a grin as he leaned in to capture Kurt’s lips into a kiss. He pulled him in closer to his body and tucked his arm behind Kurt’s waist, enveloping him in his embrace. Kurt at first didn’t respond until he realized what was happening and replied with as much force as Blaine. Blaine let go of the embrace and smiled against Kurt’s lips before whispering, “I will never regret you.”