Chapter Eight – Final Chapter

-- Late September, 1983 --

It wouldnt be long now. The doctor had told Kurt that today would be the day and Kurt would finally have to admit that Adam was dying. In the past three days Adams health had gone downhill rapidly and he couldnt even breathe on his own anymore. His friends and family had offered to be there with him until the end, but hed turned everyone away. Adam had already spoken with his parents as well, when he had still been able to, and at his request, only Kurt remained.

When Kurt stepped back into the room slowly, he held his breath at the sight of Adam. He hadnt wanted to leave him but his own bodily functions were still going strong and hed eventually needed to take a bathroom break. Somehow in the few minutes since he'd left, Adam looked worse, or maybe Kurt had tried to forget how bad things had gotten, if only for a moment.

Adams weakened body stirred when Kurt returned to his side to clutch the hand laying at his side on the bed. His eyes fluttered open and he struggled to speak, but Kurt made soothing sounds of assurance, telling him he didnt have to try.

“You know... I kept telling myself this day wouldnt come... that we could defeat this. That the doctors had it wrong and AIDS wasnt as bad as everyone says it is. But that was selfish of me ... and I only wish I knew what I could even do to help you...” Kurt rambled.

Adam squeezed Kurts hand weakly, but the grief-stricken young man still felt it and he went silent. “Youre ... here ... enough ...” Adam struggled to say through his raspy breaths.

Trying to blink away his tears, Kurt squeezed Adams hand as he rested his head upon his chest. “Dont say anything. You dont have the strength...” he sobbed.

“Love you...” Adam wheezed.

Stillness. Adams chest had stopped moving and the room went quiet, save only for his heart beat flat-lining on the monitor. Kurt's head snapped up to see Adams eyes were closed. Kurt had lost his chance to say he loved him one last time. “No... dont go ... You cant! Dont leave me! I cant live through this again! Adam, wake up!” Kurt pleaded hysterically.

At the sound of the sudden commotion and the machine alerting them to Adams passing, two nurses rushed in. One quickly went to Adams body while the other tried her best to hold Kurt back and get him to calm down. But it was no use, Kurt was hysteric with grief and no amount of comfort could contain his despair.

“What the fuck did we do to deserve this?” Kurt shouted out angrily.

“Mr. Hummel, you need to calm down,” the nurse told him.

But Kurt wasnt about to relax, not when he felt like his life was ending. “Its my fault... I didnt tell him... I didnt love him enough...” Kurt wept.

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“No!” Kurt shouted as he woke with a start.

Rachel immediately ran into the room to find Kurt sitting up on the bed in a cold sweat, breathing hard and looking ghostly pale. “Kurt! Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” she asked, concerned.

Kurt took a deep breath but no words came out at first. He was still too shaken up from the vivid images to speak properly just yet. He shook his head, unable to lie to her, and she quickly picked up on his unease as she made her way over to him. She came to sit next to him on the bed, rubbing the back of his shoulders lovingly as he got himself under control.

“It wasnt just a bad dream... I was reliving when Adam died,” Kurt explained weakly.

Last night the adoptive siblings had reached their breaking point when Kurt had shouted at her, which had made them both realize that they needed to stop before things truly got out of hand. So Rachel had made a deal with Kurt: she would spend the night and they would try again in the morning. Kurt had agreed, simply grateful she was willing to make any sort of compromise.

Rachels face was full of sympathy as she watched Kurt fight to regain control once more. “Are you ready to talk now?” she asked.

Kurt was tempted to reply with a snarky ‘no,' but he held his tongue. He owed her. “Obviously delaying the inevitable isnt working... so, yeah, we can continue where we left off,” Kurt said.

“Thank you,” Rachel cooed and she kissed him on the cheek.

This same time last year Kurt had spent the night at Rachel and Finns apartment, at their insistence. Now one year later, things had come full circle, and Rachel was the one crashing at his apartment, even if the reason was the same. For all Kurts resistance, he still couldnt fully cut himself off from social connections. Having people in his life who he not only cared about, but whose company he actually enjoyed, made the world brighter. They gave Kurt a reason to get up in the morning that went beyond the need to earn his paycheck. The only reason losing not only one, but three people whom he felt closest to had been so unbearable was hed allowed those connections to form in the first place. When it came to his parents it was natural that he would love them, but as he grew older it took more effort to maintain those relationships. Or they would have, if Kurt hadnt lost his mother at such a young age and even his dad's death had happened way too soon.

Kurt broke away from such thoughts when he saw that Rachel was a second away from becoming forceful to get him to talk again. “I loved Adam... but I wasnt in love with him...” Kurt began.

“I dont understand what you mean by that, Kurt,” Rachel admitted.

“It means that what I felt for him wasnt romantic,” Kurt said. Then, more quietly, he added, “Wow, thats the first time Ive said that out loud.”

Rachel put her own surprise aside so she could focus on Kurt and what he clearly needed to finally get off of his chest. “How long have you known?” she asked softly.

Kurt pulled his knees up to rest under his chin and held them in place with his arms. “Im not exactly sure... I think in the beginning I honestly didnt know the difference. Id never fallen in love before, or dated anyone. So when Adam came along... I just assumed I would fall for him in due time. To me, that was just how it worked: boy meets boy and the feelings would come later or something. I was dazzled by his charm and loved the attention he gave me. So when he suddenly disappeared, I refused to be pushed aside without any explanation. I think if Adam and I had been able to be in a more normal relationship, well as normal as one with two guys can get in this day and age, I think I would have been more perceptive of my true feelings. But who knows. Now I realize that I was probably more in love with the idea of being in love,” Kurt rambled. “But when Adam finally told me why hed stepped back, I just decided I wasnt going to walk away from him. He kept telling me I didnt have to stay... but I wouldnt take no for an answer...”

“I know. I remember we had a very heated discussion about whether or not you should risk it,” Rachel piped up.

Kurt smiled gently at the memory. “I dont even remember who won there. But I still decided to throw caution to the wind and date Adam anyway. I wanted to experience love... and I didnt think I would get another opportunity... god, that sounds so selfish!” Kurt grumbled, shaking his head. He was trying so hard to sound profound but was failing miserably.

“Its not like you were intentionally misleading him or anything,” Rachel pointed out.

That was certainly true and Kurt took those words straight to heart so he could continue his explanation. “Its no surprise that things between Adam and I took a very serious turn right from the beginning. Adam didnt know how much time he had, but it wasnt long... a few years at best, and there wasnt any time to let our romance blossom slowly. But I never felt pressured by him; Adam was so sweet to me even when he was going through so much. I thought it would only be a matter of time before I fell helplessly in love with him. But as the months passed... the moment never came and when Adam told me he loved me one night, I... panicked and said it back to him and I guess I convinced myself that I meant it... at least for a while. I wanted to be there for him and offer all of my love... but I was still afraid. Thats why we never tried to do anything sexual,” Kurt explained.

Kurt still remembered the night when he had broken down crying during one of their more passionate make out sessions. Hed wanted so desperately to be able to make Adam feel good and to be able to share a part of himself and experience intimacy. But the risk was too great and the consequences too severe and no amount of precaution could offer complete safety.

“Thats when Adam got sick and everything else, even sorting out my actual feelings, was put aside so I could look after him,” Kurt continued.

At the time Rachel had constantly told those around her how Kurt was pushing himself too hard. He'd always looked so worn out and stressed but never once did he complain. Adam had admitted to her during a hospital visit that he didnt deserve him, but Kurt had overheard the claim and quickly shushed his boyfriend, saying he didnt want to hear Adam speak those foolish words again.

“In the back of my mind I kept thinking, ‘Why cant I love Adam as much as he loves me?' It was like something was wrong with me....”

“Sometimes, no matter how well suited you think you are, its just not meant to be,” Rachel offered.

Such words of comfort weren't anything Kurt wanted to hear and he let out a mocking laugh. “Not meant to be. Oh, that is rich. Adam was everything I wanted in a man: he was giving, passionate, and someone who made me feel so safe and special--”

“-- Kurt!” Rachel said firmly to interrupt her brothers pity party. “Love is not a choice.”

“Really? Cause most of the world still thinks it is!” Kurt snapped in defence.

“But not you...” Rachel said. “Or me.”

She was right of course, and Kurt knew when hed lost the argument, mainly because his heart wasnt really in it. He let out a tired sigh; he was getting away from what he had been trying to tell her. “I was so stubborn during Adams last few months, reaffirming in my doubtful mind that I did love him. He had become my whole world and I didnt want to ever lose him. I worked myself up so much and I really believed it back then. But even if I truly had loved Adam, he was still dying and there was nothing I could do to save him,” Kurt said meekly.

“Kurt, everyone around you thought you were the bravest and most kindhearted person, Adam most of all. I was there, Kurt. Not all the time, but enough that I saw how much you meant to him,” Rachel told him.

“That almost makes it worse, though. He loved me so much... so why couldnt I return those feelings? After he died, I was too stricken with grief to admit the truth. The idea that I didnt truly love him rattled me and made me feel like I was ruining his memory with lies. So I fought the truth of the situation as hard as I could... and it wasnt until I slept with Sebastian that I was finally able to stop lying to myself. I hadnt fallen for Sebastian, not even when we got close during our grieving periods, that much I was sure of, but coming to fully understand my feelings also made me realize... I hadnt love Adam either,” Kurt explained.

“You did, though. You just said it yourself. You loved him, Kurt and you still cared for him deeply. Just not romantically, and theres nothing wrong with that,” Rachel countered.

Kurt was getting sick of Rachel and her philosophical replies, but he knew she wouldnt leave him alone for a while yet. There was still a lot of ground to cover, and they hadnt even touched on Blaine yet. Kurt already knew that there was no way he could forget him and he actually didnt want to.

“The thing I dont get is if you didnt love Adam romantically, then why are you so bent on pushing Blaine away?” Rachel admitted.

“Isnt obvious? Im too scared. Because what if one of us is positive? What if its Blaine? If losing Adam was so hard for me when I didnt even love him, then if I were to fall for Blaine and start a relationship with him ... only for it to end whenever he dies no matter how much I love him... then Im afraid I wont be able to recover. It will break me, Rachel; my heart wont be able to take it. But if I have HIV, then theres no way Id want to put Blaine through so much pain. I couldnt do that to him! He deserves so much better, an actual future! And dont get me started if we both have it! Fuck, there would be so much pressure on the both of us and... no. I cant do it!” Kurt cried out in desperation.

Rachel might not be as wise as Kurts father had been but she still had her own sense of wisdom and she was bent on using it to help Kurt focus on the positive. “Youre intentionally leaving out the third scenario: what if both of your results come back clean? Will you still push Blaine away then? Nobody knows how long they have to live!”

“That's beautiful, Rachel. You should publish a book of a poems or something,” Kurt said dryly.

“Where is the Kurt Hummel I know? The one who refused to hide who he was on the inside? My courageous friend who stepped out of the shadows and inspired countless gay men to come out of the closet? You dont know how many lives youve changed or how many people you have inspired over the years! You are the strongest person I know, Kurt! So stop putting yourself down, because youre better than this! You deserve to find love and Blaine could be the one! Dont let him get away! Go after him! Find out if you two have what it takes to go the distance. Forget about the risks and the unknowns and just go after him and offer up your goddamn heart!” Rachel pleaded.

But her impressive pep talk didn't seem to be working, or so she thought as she was forced to watch Kurt storm off and away from her nagging. Rachel threw her hands in the air; Kurt was so infuriatingly impossible at times! “Dont you dare walk away from me, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel! Get back here!” she bellowed.

“What? Am I not allowed to take a piss?” Kurt called out.

Rachel refused to drop her guard, because there was no telling what Kurt would do. He was being very honest with her but she wasnt about to let it make up for how impossibly stubborn Kurt was acting. “As long as youre not running away, because I will camp outside your bathroom door if need be,” she warned.

“Dont you have a life of your own? A loving husband, not to mention your career... so can you really abandon all that for much longer?” Kurt sassed.

“As soon as you tell me what youre going to do... then Ill leave you alone,” Rachel chimed.

Kurt wasnt as confident as his snarky voice implied, which was his real reason for escaping into the bathroom. The added privacy did little to help him, though. If anything it showed Kurt that he needed to stop running from his fears. At first it was easy to convince himself putting everything involving Blaine on hold until the test results came back was right, but thanks to Rachels lecturing, he now saw that pushing Blaine away was the worst thing he could do. Kurt wasnt the only one whose fate hung in the balance after all. What Kurt needed to do was confront Blaine, but after that he had no clue what would happen. But if Kurt kept hiding in his bathroom, then hed never know one way or the other. When he thought about what he could gain if he was willing to take the chance, it was just enough to push him to act.

“Kurt!”

“Shut up! How am I supposed to decide if you wont let me think?” Kurt hissed.

The problem was that Kurt didnt even know how to track Blaine down at this hour. Kurt figured he was probably working at his day job at some diner that Kurt didnt even know the name of, let alone the location. Asking around for information was the worst possible thing Kurt could do as well. So as much as he wanted to act, it was easier said than done.

“If you come out, then maybe I can help!” Rachel said loudly.

Kurt opened the door to the bathroom without any warning, causing Rachel to tumble forward since she had been leaning on it. Kurts quick reflexes stopped her from falling to the floor but as soon as she was upright Kurt pushed his way past her to pick up his telephone.

“What are you --” Rachel started to ask.

“ -- Shh! Im on the phone! Hunter! Good, youre still at work. Do you know where Blaines day job is?” Kurt rambled without taking a pause for breath.

“What is it with everyone thinking I care about anyone besides myself? I have no idea where he works during the day,” Hunter replied.

“I figured as much but I had to try. If you see him at all today get him to call me. ‘Kay, bye,” Kurt said as he cut Hunter off before he could make any snide remarks.

Utterly defeated, Kurt slumped down on his couch and curled himself into a ball with his afghan throw pulled up over his head.

Rachel shook her head at the sight of him. “You cant give up already,” she said.

“Watch me,” Kurts weak voice replied from under his blanket hideaway.

Rachel crouched down in front of Kurts still figure and poked him in the side without warning. That got a reaction and soon she launched a tickle attack that made him spring out from under his blanket in surrender. “Uncle! I plead Uncle, Rachel! Stop it!” Kurt begged as he laughed uncontrollably.

Victory achieved, Rachel withdrew but took the blanket away from Kurt and kept it behind her back. “Why dont you start off with something slow?” she offered.

“Such as?” Kurt asked warily.

“Come with me to Adams memorial service at Flare tonight. I know you want to go to it. Maybe if you can manage that then facing Blaine wont be so bad. You can pay your respects to Adam and maybe... finally forgive yourself in the process,” She explained.

It all sounded too simple to Kurt but he wanted it to be possible, more than anything. He needed to face his fears, even the ones he hadnt admitted to Rachel. “Okay. Ill go,” Kurt said, giving in at last.

Rachel clapped her hands together in delight. “Oh Kurt, Im so happy you said yes!” she nearly squealed.

Kurts own smile in response was much weaker but just as genuine. Hopefully after the service was over he could to track Blaine down and make things right between them. “But if Im going, then I need to dress accordingly. So were not going anywhere for a while yet,” Kurt warned.

“But the service isnt until ten!” Rachel groaned.

“Hmm... That should be just enough time, but theres not a moment to lose,” Kurt replied as he darted off to his closet.
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Blaine hadnt known what to expect when hed arrived at Flare that night for Adams memorial service. Since Kurt himself wasnt running the show he'd figured it would be a small affair but he was quickly proven wrong. Crowded around the piano area were close to a hundred individuals and not all of them were men. Blaine was astounded; not only had so many people showed up but everyone was being quiet, respectful even, and all were fully dressed in black. Beside the piano was a large photo of Adam and in front of it was a small circle of space which no one was attempting to fill. But the most surprising thing of all was that Sebastian was standing in the centre of the circle.

When Blaine stepped into view Sebastian nodded at him in acknowledgement. “Am I late?” Blaine whispered in Sebastians ear as he came to stand beside him.

“No, people just started showing up early. But if you could go to the piano cause Id like to start things off now that youre here,” Sebastian said.

With a nod Blaine shuffled over to the piano to take his seat and wait for the cue to start playing. Sebastian cleared his throat to bring the room's attention to him, and everyone quieted instantly. The main lights of the club had been turned off so the only true illumination was from the countless candles scattered around, in addition to the people who were holding glow sticks and lighters. It was the oddest memorial service Blaine had ever been to, but he personally thought it was wonderful all the same.

“So Im not normally one for words, at least not ones that arent for my personal benefit. So I need you all to bear with me here. But for once, this is no joke. Were all here tonight because of one person and that man is... was Adam Crawford. He died two years ago from AIDS, and I know he isnt the only person weve lost to the disease here at Flare. Its getting to the point where everyone in this community is connected to AIDS somehow. I also know a lot of us like to pretend it doesnt exist, or that were immune to contracting HIV but if Hummel were here we all know hed have a thing or two to say about that,” Sebastian began.

Blaine heard a few quiet snickers at the mention of Hummel and he held his tongue, but only because they werent cruelly made.

“Adam was a guy who touched a lot of people, and I dont mean sexually. He showed us that having AIDS didnt mean you should act like your life was over. Even when people acted like they could catch it just from breathing the same air, he never complained or judged. He just kept on smiling away, with that typical British whimsy of his...” Sebastian described.

Who knew Sebastian could show so much sincerity? Kurt wasn't the only one who Blaine had severely misjudged. He just wished that Kurt were there to see that so many people had shown up to pay their respects to his late boyfriend. Blaine caught Sebastians little nod and he quickly started to play a quiet instrumental piece. He felt like he didnt really belong but at least he could make himself useful by playing the music.

“Theres no point in forgetting that Flare is a nightclub but Im afraid were not holding a rave. No, were going to act mature for once. But that doesnt mean we should hide who we are, because Adam wouldnt want us sitting around getting weepy. So everyone who wanted to say something will get their chance and then well mingle and just celebrate and honour his memory. But before any of that will begin, our talented piano man, who is playfully known around here as Oates, will play us a song. Blaine, if you could come over so you can address the audience please,” Sebastian beckoned.

Blaine narrowed his eyes in confusion. This wasnt what was supposed to happen. Blaine's solo was scheduled towards the end of the service, not at the start. At first he mouthed what to Sebastian but that only brought on a shrug. Blaine was fine to go with the sudden change and stood up from the piano to give the crowd one of his quintessential smiles. “Okay, so I wasnt expecting to go on so soon, but thats life for you, huh? Things happen without warning and sometimes all you can do is wing it and hope everything will work out,” Blaine started awkwardly, already regretting his clumsy choice of words. “I never had the pleasure of meeting Adam, and I bet there are tons of great people who I will get never to meet... because of AIDS. So since I didnt know him, I realized that I shouldnt pretend that I did just so I could pay my proper respects to Adam,” Blaine explained.

He slowly walked over to the piano to strike one of its keys. “I kept struggling over what song I could sing here tonight. Nothing I thought of seemed worthy enough or held the right sort of message. Thats when it struck me...” Blaine said, pausing to play another note.

“Memories: thats what life amounts to. All the people we meet and the life experiences we have turn into memories of the past. Some experiences can haunt us forever, others we can try our hardest to hold dear and never forget... but each one will pass us by. If the memories Ive gained so far have taught me anything... its that shame is a worthless emotion. It truly is a waste. We all know that love isnt a choice and that, despite what some people think, being gay isnt wrong. Love is wonderful. Why should a man loving another man be seen as something bad? Um... Im getting away from my point though. Sorry. I can get carried away at times,” Blaine said with an awkward laugh. “So Im going to stop before I make an even bigger fool of myself and just play the song now,” Blaine muttered as he brought out the correct sheet music and started to play the intro.

Everyone in the club was too focused on Blaine to notice the three silent figures who had entered the room and were now standing at the back. The dimly lit room made it easy for Kurt, Rachel, and her husband Finn to remain hidden in the shadows and away from prying eyes.

Kurts hand had found its way to Rachels as soon as they had arrived and he hadnt left her side since. When he caught sight of Blaine, Kurt held his ground but he still couldnt bring himself to do something and make his presence known. Whatever Kurt planned to do about him could wait and he was determined to stand back and keep watching Blaines performance from afar.

It only took a minute for Rachel to recognize the song Blaine was playing and she let out a quiet gasp in surprise. “Oh, Kurt. Hes singing ‘Memory'...” she breathed.

Kurts heart skipped a beat. How could Blaine know how significant that song was to him, or that he had first seen Cats with Adam? Theyd both had their fair share of emotional responses during the memorable show, but Memory had touched Kurt so deeply that hed cried nonstop for the entire number. He was crying over it yet again. The difference was that the reason wasnt due to bittersweet memories of Adam; it was all because of Blaine.

Back at the piano, Blaine was already too distracted pouring his heart into the performance to notice the crowd surrounding him, let alone any hidden onlookers. He sang with such raw intensity that there was nothing left in him to filter what he was emoting with his voice. The results were so moving that Blaine had the entire room's undivided attention, like they were all lulled into a trance. All but one.

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustnt give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Kurt dropped Rachels hand suddenly and she looked at him in worry, until she saw his face and went over to snuggle up to her husband. Rachel and Finn watched as Kurts trembling body took slightly unsteady steps toward the man playing at the piano. For Kurt there was no one else in the room; there was only Blaine and it was like he was being pulled toward him by some unknown force. Kurt was acting on instinct and he barely registered when people started to catch sight of him or when they stepped back to form a path leading him straight to Blaine. Tears were streaming down his face and his mouth felt dry but he still managed to sing the first line of the next verse without cracking his voice.

Burnt out ends of smoky days

At the sound of this new angelic voice, Blaine stopped playing and when he looked up to see Kurt standing before him, his hands stumbled over the keys to strike a few notes out of key. Kurt was dressed from head to toe in black and Blaine felt like he was seeing the real Kurt Hummel for the first time.

“Kurt...” Blaine breathed.

Loud gasps broke out when Dare to Flares most well-guarded secret was suddenly revealed: Hard-Ball Hummels first name was Kurt. But Kurt didnt react to the bomb being dropped, because staying aloof no longer mattered to him.

“Blaine,” Kurt replied.

At first Blaine had no idea what to do, or what was even going on but then he remembered hed interrupted Kurts attempt to take over his song. A warm smile spread across Blaines face as he sat back down and started to play the music once more.

Kurt feared he was too overtaken by emotion to be able to sing but with the help of Blaines music and his gentle smile, he was able to achieve perfect harmony, both in his voice and in his heart.

The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

It was a struggle for both Blaine and Kurt to get through the number, but they powered through and continued to perform. The likes of Dare to Flare had never seen a scene so touching take place under its very roof. If only the disbelievers of the world who thought that love between two men was a sin against humanity were there to see it unfold; maybe then their eyes would open and see the proof before them as the two men gave into their feelings fully and without fear.

Touch me
Its so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
Youll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has began

The tears never stopped as Kurts powerful voice resonated through the room, echoing and building from the sheer emotion he was expressing. It was as if everyone there was instantly transported to a Broadway stage where Kurt was performing for a full house and all were hanging on his every note. In that moment, Kurt revealed a part of himself that no one had ever seen before and he was doing it for Blaine and no one else. Because, to him, there was only one person in the room; someone who he never wanted to let go of.

As soon as he finished the final note, Blaine stood up from the piano, his eyes still fixed on Kurt and there was nothing in his way to stop him. Kurt matched Blaines slow pace but he couldnt stand to be apart from Blaine any longer and bolted toward him. Blaine was running as well and the pair crashed together in the middle and into each other's arms. Blaine stumbled back at the force of their collision, barely managing to keep them upright. Kurt refused to loosen his tight grip around Blaine's waist, even after the danger of falling was over -- not that Blaine would have let him since his head was now cradled against Kurt's shoulder with his cheek pressed tight against his neck.

For the first time in ages the tears Kurt wept were joyous and not due to tremendous loss. It was the most beautiful memory Kurt could ever fathom and it was far from over. This was only the start, and already it felt so wonderful that Kurt wanted time to stop. But if that wish were to come true then Kurt would never be able to utter the words he so desperately wanted to say with complete sincerity.

“I love you,” Kurt breathed, so quietly that only Blaine heard the confession.

There was no hesitance in Blaines unsteady voice, no hint of doubt as he responded, “I love you, too.”

No one dared to utter so much as a word out of fear that they would break the trance upon the two of them, though there was little chance of that happening. Not with how tightly Blaine and Kurt were hugging each other, until suddenly they came together to experience the most beautiful and treasured kiss of their lives. As soon as their lips touched the crowd before them erupted with cheers of excited joy. But not even the volume of that noise could break the spell upon the lip-locked pair, because the catalyst was true love.

Blaines hands came to gently grasp the back of Kurts neck as they continued to press their lips together. Kurts own grip on Blaines shoulders tightened as he gave himself over fully to the sensation, etching it into the memory centre of his brain. If it were up to them, that glorious first kiss would have continued forever but they eventually pulled apart only so that they could do it again.

Basking in the love felt between them, soon the masses before the pair could no longer be contained and a full blown riot threatened to break out, but one which was rooted in celebration and not violence. It was if a wedding had just taken place right before the crowd's very eyes. Kurt and Blaine sure looked like a newly-wedded couple who were sharing their first kiss (or multiple kisses rather) as husbands complete with congratulatory guests.

Blaine suddenly lifted Kurt off the ground and spun them around until they both felt dizzy, but it made little impact because their heads were already spinning. The cheering still hadn't stopped and neither had the fact that the two lovestruck men in the centre of it all only had eyes for each other.

“Ive never been more happy in my whole life!” Kurt exclaimed.

Blaine was nearly bursting at the seams with excitement himself. “I guess the old saying that theres only a thin line between love and hate is true!”

Kurt smirked at Blaine. “Well then, I guess at first I thought I really, really hated you... But it turns out it was love all along.”

But the novelty of two men admitting their feelings for one another, something that was already a rarity at a gay nightclub, was beginning to wear off. While the people in the room had come to attend a memorial service and not to let loose, there was only so much even the least prejudiced of people could take.

Stephan chose to step up and approach the new lovebirds and bring the pair back down to earth before a possible riot could break out. “I couldnt be more ecstatic with this unexpected result; one I did not see coming. But, boys, youre far from alone here...” Stephan said.

“Its time for you to get a room, guys!” an unknown voice shouted from somewhere within the crowd.

Kurt scowled at the outburst, even when it had been playfully said. He took a step forward to try to see who had made it, but Stephan reached out to stop him.

“Dont bother, Kurt. Ill deal with it later,” Stephan whispered to his co-manager.

It wasnt like Kurt wanted to waste his time dealing with the uncouth, because he still had so much he wanted to say to Blaine. But he would say it privately this time and away from prying eyes, even if the majority of the populace surrounding them were acting surprisingly supportive.

Suddenly Kurt and Blaine realized they had just confessed their love, kissed and actually twirled around in front of a hundred people. But none of those were criminal offences or anything the two felt guilty about, until Blaine realized hed slipped up big time.

“Oh my god! I said your first name out loud!” Blaine stammered in horror.

“Its okay, Blaine. Keeping it a secret was getting ridiculous anyway,” Kurt assured.

The need for privacy was still something Kurt knew hed never fully give up, not even when he was seen as such an out and proud individual. So Kurt took hold of Blaines arm in one hand and beckoned for Stephan to follow with the other as he guided them both to step out of the spotlight and relocate somewhere a little less open. He paused to flash a playful wink at Rachel to let his biggest supporter know he was more than okay. Rachel beamed back at him, just as she had been doing since hed dropped her hand, and gave him a quick thumbs up.

“Stephan, would you mind if Blaine and I bowed out so we can talk alone? Because we still have a lot to cover,” Kurt asked playfully.

“I was going to insist that you two make yourselves scarce anyway. It's time for you to start looking after yourself and go after what you really want, Kurt,” Stephan said.

Kurt smiled at him. “Well, in this case... everything I want involves Blaine, so I am more than willing to see to my own needs for once,” he declared.

“It sound like youre planning to do him in your office,” Stephan teased.

The harmless remark reminded Kurt how Stephan knew nothing of what he and Blaine were going through and he felt a twinge of guilt. It was time for Kurt to stop shutting people out for fear of getting hurt and become more honest about his feelings. So, while Kurt wished he could tell everything to Stephan straight away, now was not the time, because there was still Blaine to look after first.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Oh dont you start,” he muttered.

“So can you help us out here, Stephan?” Blaine asked with big hopeful eyes.

Stephan nodded immediately. “Leave it to me. I know how to handle a crowd of club regulars. So by all means, get out of here and finish confessing your love for one another. Just be sure to fill me in at the first possible chance.”

Kurt stepped forward to kiss Stephan on the cheek and quickly whispered his gratitude to his valiant friend. Stephan merely laughed and hugged the both of them before fearlessly strolling back toward the crowd like a soldier going to battle.

“Alright you lot, listen up! Drinks are on me so lets turn this memorial into a true celebration of life!” Stephan shouted.

The promise of free drinks for all was enough of a distraction to allow Blaine and Kurt to slip away from the room with little notice. They headed straight towards Kurt's office and darted inside, quickly closing the door the behind them. What once had been a place for Kurt to avoid the outside world was now the perfect setting to pour his heart out.

Kurt whirled around to smile at Blaine lovingly. “Well, now that were finally alone... I think the first thing I need to do is apologize for my actions...” he began.

Being in love didnt mean that Blaine could stop himself from disagreeing with Kurt on every issue though. “Kurt, you dont need to --” he interrupted.

But Kurt, in turn, wouldnt allow Blaine to push the issue aside, because he knew it was too important to ignore. “-- No, Blaine. I need to do this, so just let me, okay? Or else I will feel so insecure and guilty that it will ruin all the good parts well get to experience from now on,” Kurt said.

It wasnt like Blaine wanted to argue with Kurt anyway, so he was quick to give in. “Okay, but I owe you an apology as well,” he replied.

Kurt smiled at Blaine as he came over, giving him a big hug to start the process before stepping back so they could look each other in the eye again. “I am so sorry that I pushed you away, Blaine... right when you needed me the most. It was selfish of me and something I truly regret,” Kurt said softly.

For once Blaine wasnt sure what to say at first, because a number of responses came to mind, such as but you were scared or its okay, it doesnt matter, but none of them sounded good enough to him. “I forgive you, Kurt, and I hope you can forgive me for all of the times I made a bad call.”

“I do,” Kurt said without hesitation.

Blaine let out a huge sigh of relief. “Good, because we could end up apologizing forever, knowing us, and Id much rather go back to the good stuff,” he admitted.

Yet again real change was taking place as both men were now finally able to see eye to eye. Kurt let out a happy laugh as he came at Blaine, capturing his handsome face with his hands so they could share another thrilling kiss. Blaine instantly gave in to the experience and held onto Kurt with all of his might.

“Whatever our test results are, Kurt, I need you to know Im not going anywhere,” Blaine whispered.

“Were in this together,” Kurt agreed.

While Blaine very much wanted the mood to shift and become more relaxed, there was no denying that the seriousness of their situation was still very real. “If either of us has AIDS... or if its both of us, then I know our lives will change. Just as I now know that youve been through that exact scenario before, and yet I still want to be with you... but Im afraid that makes me too selfish. Because I dont want to do anything that could end up hurting you and cause you to have to relive such painful memories...” Blaine struggled to say but he could already tell he was making little sense with his attempts.

“Blaine, there is no way in hell youre acting too selfish. I wont lie to you; if we have AIDS then its going to be a rough road for us... one where it could suddenly end without warning. But then, I can finally recognize how thats true for everyone,” Kurt said as he took Blaines hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

How could there be so much passion in one single person? Blaine thought to himself. He could still barely believe how well Kurt fit the description of his perfect match. “Kurt, all I want to do... is spend my life loving you. I dont care if Im only going to live for another year, another month, I want that time together. Because a life without you in it is something I cant imagine anymore,” Blaine said, but it was hard for him to continue.

Kurt was struggling to stand back and merely listen to the most beautiful words anyone had ever spoken to him. He was already crying and his tears barely registered as he listened to Blaine, hanging on to his every word.

The only reason Blaine could keep going was because there was a certain question he needed to ask before another second went by. Oh fuck, come on, Blaine, you can do this, Blaine thought to himself. He placed a gentle hand on Kurts shoulder and leaned in to kiss him softly on the mouth to give him the courage he lacked. As soon as their lips came apart he had everything he needed and there was nothing left but to ask for it. “So .. does this mean youll be my boyfriend, Kurt?”

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine needing to ask him at all. “Of course it does, you silly moron!” Kurt gushed as he rushed into Blaines arms. “And I was just about to ask you the same thing!”

Blaine felt like he was on top of the world and he had to resist the urge to break out into song from the excitement building from within. “I guess this marks the end of Hummel and Oates then?” he asked with a playful smile.

Kurt laughed. “Oh, I dont know about that,” he admitted. “Id like to think of this new chapter of our lives together as a new beginning, rather than a tragic end.”

Blaine didn't miss the significance of Kurt's words, because there was no forgetting how their own fates still hung in the balance. The next few weeks would be rough but what made it all bearable was that they had gotten each other out of it. Kurt was the light at the end of the tunnel, Blaines shining star. Blaine made a silent vow to never let Kurts brightness dim and to do everything in his power to ensure he would keep on shining like his own personal beacon cutting through the darkness.

Despite endless nights full of doubt, worry, and self-loathing, Kurt had fallen in love at last. Hed lost his heart to the most wonderful man, though it might have taken Kurt a while to realize this. Blaine was a dream come true, only real. AIDS couldnt stop them. Nothing could, and Kurt already knew they would go the distance.

Kurt nestled the side of his cheek into Blaines neck, taking a moment to let everything sink in. “Im never saying goodbye to you,” Kurt breathed.

“Okay,” Blaine willingly accepted and kissed him to seal the deal.
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The first thing Kurts waking mind registered as he slowly stirred into awareness was the twinge of pain in his neck. But there was no lingering on the surprising soreness, not when Kurts body was ablaze and yet his feet were still freezing somehow. Suddenly Kurts annoyance disappeared as realized the cause of his discomfort. As it turned out, sharing a bed with another person wasnt always pleasant. It would take some getting used to, but Kurt wasnt about to utter a word of complaint to his bedmate, because despite the small discomforts, waking to feel Blaine pressed close to his back was the greatest gift he could have ever hoped to receive.

Kurt let out a blissful sigh of sheer content as he snuggled up to Blaine, who was spooning him from behind. When Kurt had asked Blaine to come home with him for the night, unlike last time, nothing sexual had taken place. Theyd talked about what they should do when it came to physical contact well into the night and had both come to same conclusion: doing anything sexual would have to wait until their test results had come back.

Blaine was showing every sign of still being asleep, until Kurt felt the soft sensation of lips touching the back of his neck.

“Thank you,” Kurt said, his voice barely a whisper.

“For what?” Blaine mumbled back.

Kurt shifted his body and Blaine released his hold on him so his boyfriend could turn around and bring them both face to face. Blaine gazed at Kurt lovingly, eyes twinkling and a giddy smile was upon his face as he waited for Kurts answer.

“For being here with me. Nobody seems to realize that the day when someone dies isnt always the hardest. Sometimes, its the morning after thats the worst... when you wake up and realize you are never going to see them again and have to accept that theyre really gone. Forever. For the last two years, Ive had to get up on my own, but not today. This time, Blaine, I have you, hogging the bed and overheating me in the process,” Kurt explained.

“Hey, that will come in handy when it gets colder!” Blaine said in his defence.

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine. “Quiet you, I was in the middle of pouring my heart out before you rudely interrupted me. Now, where was I…?”

“Apparently Im a bed hog and an overly warm one at that?” Blaine offered playfully but promptly shut up when he noticed Kurt was reaching his limit. “Sorry, Ill be good, gold star gays honour, so please continue.”

It wasnt like Kurt had actually gotten annoyed with Blaine and that became clear when he kissed Blaine on the mouth. “As soon as I woke up this morning I was greeted with your warm presence and... I instantly felt so loved and safe. Ive never felt anything like that before... or at least not for a very long time, and I have you to thank for that. But even now, I can hardly believe we really did confess our love to one another yesterday night,” Kurt admitted.

“It did happen without any warning, but I think thats because the potential for something special was always there.”

“I agree, though honestly Im not proud of how long we kept our childish feud going,” Kurt admitted.

Blaine pulled Kurt close so to kiss his forehead softly. “Well, we can make up for that now.”

Kurt laughed. He still felt like their relationship was being put on hold and even now he still couldnt forget about their upcoming test results. But that didnt diminish the love he felt for Blaine, regardless of how much time they might have together in the end. Kurt wanted as many memories as possible with the man he had once described as infuriating. “Mmm, lets stay like this for a while yet, okay? I like keeping you this close,” Kurt said dreamily.

Blaine chest moved up and down as he started to chuckle, causing Kurt to laugh in turn. “That sounds like fun,” he agreed.
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Just because Dare to Flare was a nightclub didnt mean it became inactive during the day, so Kurt very rarely found himself in a totally empty building. Kurt could count the few times hed been alone there on one hand. But now, as Kurt sat at the piano in a silent room without any other signs of human life, the count was now brought up to six. It was an hour after closing and Kurt hadnt bothered to leave once the last custodian had gone home. There was something hed wanted to do on his own, a special project hed finally had the time to finish.

Now done, Kurt looked up at the top of the club's piano to inspect his handiwork. Decorated over its surface were countless framed photographs of clubgoers or members of the staff who had died over the past five years, many of which (at least the more recent ones) were due to AIDS. Kurt let out a quiet sigh; it wasnt much but he still wanted to permanently honour those who were no longer living in a way that, at the same time, reminded everyone of the dangers and how life was something they all should treasure. In the middle of the collection of frames was a photo of Adam that had the seat of honour and Kurt already had plans to rotate the spot whenever any death anniversaries neared. Kurt couldnt help but think how many more photos would join his tribute in the next year. In the next month.

Kurt gazed up at the photo of his late boyfriend and smiled at it affectionately. “Hello, Adam. Now while I dont believe in the idea of life after death -- and if there is such a thing I seriously hope youre not spending your time haunting this place -- Im going to talk to you like you can hear me, even when I know you cant. Because theres something I want to tell you. Something important. But before you start to worry, its good news...” Kurt began.

Kurt glanced around the empty club and thought back on the ten long years hed spent here and how so much had changed in his life since then. “Ive met someone, Adam, someone who Ive come to love with all of my heart. But when we first met... I loathed him with all of my being. Isnt that fucking crazy? I still dont know what Im going to tell people when they ask how we met. Oh, before I forget, his name is Blaine... Blaine Anderson, though at first I only knew him as Oates, a nickname I bestowed upon him, actually, and it stuck pretty quickly. Im not sure hell ever shake it no matter how many times I try to get people to stop. Blaine says its fine and hes not bothered by it, and Im trying to believe him...” Kurt continued to ramble.

“But its hard sometimes to accept the fact that he loves me so much. Maybe because we started off so badly and then suddenly realized we loved one another. Or perhaps it's because all of this happened over the course of three weeks! But things tend to run fast in New York, so who knows what the actual reasons are. I trust him and, now that I think about it, Blaine reminds me of you. Youre both sweet and caring, and people are always so drawn to you. Blaine calls me his shining star, but I cant help but think I pale in comparison to his brightness. Wow, that sounds so lame. What was I even trying to say?” Kurt muttered.

Of course Kurt wasnt actually expecting an answer from Adams nonexistent ghost but he remembered on his own anyway. “Oh right. Our test results came back this afternoon. Were both clean. We dont have HIV. I broke down crying when I got the call, probably because mine came first. But then Blaines happened a minute later and when he finally called to tell me I was so relieved. We were both sobbing messes. I was so sure it was going to be bad news. I guess thats because Ive become so used to losing those I love. So surely someone I love as much as Blaine was going to be taken from me. I hope well get to be with each other for a long time... even when theres no way to know for sure and thats okay. Because all I need to know is that we love each other.”

“Ive fallen in love with a man who makes me feel so amazing. So I wish there was an actual way to tell you that Im happy... and how my world is a little brighter... because of him. And you of course, Adam, because no matter how I felt about you... how I still feel... I dont regret meeting you. I will treasure the memories we made together... forever,” Kurt said.

Even if Adam hadnt heard a word of his long rant, it made Kurt feel better. He looked up at the photo of Adam and laughed. “Im talking to a photograph.” he muttered in amusement.

The sound of nearing footsteps echoed through the room and Kurt turned to see Blaine making his way over to the piano. Just the sight of him took Kurts breath away and he could still barely believe that he hadnt noticed his wonderful sparkle before (the kind not caused by body glitter, at least).

“Hey, whats so funny?” Blaine asked his boyfriend.

Kurt gave him a warm smile and Blaine leaned down to give him a quick kiss in greeting. Everyone in the club was still raving about the epic love story of Hummel and Oates, even if most of the facts were blown wildly out of proportion (to near pornographic levels in some instances). Only this time, Kurt didnt care if some people thought he and Blaine had fucked in his office. Now that they were both declared AIDS-free, that exact situation could potentially happen -- though Kurt would try his best to resist that urge.

“I was just having a one-sided conversation with Adam over here,” Kurt explained as he nodded to the blonds photo.

“Your favourite kind,” Blaine teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine scooted up behind him on the piano bench and wrapped his arms around his waist. They sat there for a spell, simply enjoying each other's company and sharing the quiet little moment in their normally hectic lives. The past few weeks had been anything but low key, spent working and trying to squeeze in whatever free time they had to be together. Stress levels were high as they awaited the test results but that, in turn, made their bond even stronger. Finally, planning their future could begin but both men agreed there was no need to rush.

“Is it too late to start disliking you again?” Kurt sassed.

“Considering we can finally have sex again, Id say your timing is very off,” Blaine pointed out.

Kurt laughed. “Oh yeah, I guess Ill keep you then. Ive gotten used to having you around.”

“What was he like? Adam, I mean?” Blaine suddenly asked as he glanced up at his photo on the piano.

Kurt had no problem describing his last boyfriend to his new one, because Blaine would know that he wasnt a replacement to Adam. “He was... a lot like you. Adam was the type of person who was at his best when he was surrounded by people. I used to envy how easily he could make friends and fit in anywhere and just belong. He left England when he was only fifteen because hed always dreamed of living in New York. Making that dream a reality was easier to achieve when he came from money... but his drive was still impressive. He was so creative, a true artist...”

“You mean like he drew or painted? Or was he a musician or a performer?”

“He was all of those things. Most of the paintings and sketches in my apartment were done by him. All Adam Crawford originals and he never sold a single one; they were gifts that came along with his inheritance on his death. He gave me his entire life savings and all of his possessions in his will,” Kurt explained.

Blaine was surprised to hear this but he wasnt alarmed, because he had already accepted that Adam had once been the centre of Kurts life. “He was that giving of a person, huh?”

“So are you, just so you know... and I never wanted his money, but he wore me down. So now I have a beautiful apartment thanks to him... and after meeting you, Ive finally found the person I want to share it with,” Kurt admitted.

Blaines hold on Kurt waist loosened upon hearing the confession and he quickly came to sit in front of Kurt to see his beaming face. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” he breathed.

Kurt nodded. He took hold of Blaines hand and kissed it softly. “Yes I am. So will you live with me, Blaine? Or is our relationship happening too fast for you? Weve only been together for two weeks...” Kurt began to backtrack, fearing hed overstepped.

“Of course I wanna live with you, Kurt! Youre normally such a private person. So I know how big of a step this is for you... and us,” Blaine said.

“I promise I wont change my mind in a week or anything and I doubt Hunter will miss you.”

Blaine laughed. It was true that having a roommate who used to sleep with his boyfriend was becoming a bit awkward at times. More so because Hunter was still a total dick and kept reminding Blaine of that fact whenever he could. “I do love the neighbourhood .. but you most of all, Kurt, so my answer is still yes... even if I hate moving,” Blaine assured.

“Oh right, I forgot that means youll have to move, but at least you dont have a lot of stuff. Ive already found good spots where you can put your keyboard and record player, though, if you were worried,” Kurt said.

Trust Kurt to make sure that Blaine wasnt merely moving into Kurts life with nothing of his own to include. He had a feeling future decoration changes could be negotiated. Blaine felt so happy in that moment, but he still hadnt forgotten wanting to know more about Adam. “Now, back to Adam...” he urged.

Since Kurt was just as stubborn as Blaine, he didnt mind the less than subtle reminder that he'd had gotten sidetracked. Finalizing any moving details could wait for another night, because Kurt loved how Blaine wanted to know Adam better, despite the fact that they hadnt met and never would. “I never actually loved him, you know. Adam, I mean... at least not like I love you. My feelings towards him werent romantic... but he was still special to me and I was in denial about it for a very long time,” Kurt admitted to Blaine, who was keeping oddly quiet. “Blaine? Please dont tell me youre questioning if my feelings towards you are genuine now.”

Blaine eyes widened in alarm at the very idea and he quickly hugged Kurt, feeling guilty but hed been caught so off guard. “No, of course not, Kurt. I was just surprised to hear that! I thought he must have been the love of your life,” Blaine explained.

“I wanted him to be. I know you cant fall in love with someone on command, but even now I still feel guilty that I never loved him like he loved me. Which is silly, I know...”

“Its not silly, Kurt, though you shouldnt feel bad for not being able to love him. If Adam was as great as you said he was, then I bet he wouldnt have judged you for it,” Blaine replied.

Kurt smiled weakly back at him. He certainly hoped Adam would have forgiven him if Kurt had realized it soon enough to tell him before he'd died. But Kurt doubted he would have had the courage to do it, because he would have hated to hurt a dying man like that. “Theres a part of me... that still thinks that if I had loved him, then it would have been enough to keep him from dying. That I lost him because I didnt care enough... and its my fault that hes dead,” Kurt said softly.

“Kurt, you know Im crazy about you, but that is the stupidest thing Ive ever heard,” Blaine announced.

Kurt laughed. He wiped the single tear had started to fall down his cheek as he let out a shuddering breath. Hearing Blaine say the words hed been telling himself for the past year made it easier to accept. “I know. Adam died from complications due to AIDS... not from a broken heart. It might take a while, but I think, with time, Ill finally be able to convince myself for sure. Youre helping loads, too, just so you know,” Kurt told him with a loving smile.

“Good,” Blaine said in approval.

They giggled together before properly celebrating the tender moment between them with a kiss. Kurt closed his eyes as he let his senses dull so only Blaines lips were present in his mind as he kissed him back softly.

When the kiss was over Blaine and Kurt went back to cuddling at the piano, enjoying the peaceful moment. “This place is so creepy when its empty like this. It feels like were sitting in a ghost town...” Blaine admitted.

“Only I doubt the Wild West had any gay clubs,” Kurt pointed out.

“You dont know that for sure,” Blaine teased.

“The first time I ever set foot in this place was when it was this dead, back when I was a rebellious seventeen-year-old who wanted to experience the gay community and, since I was underage, I broke in when it was closed,” Kurt explained.

“Oh my god. You didnt!” Blaine said in a dramatic gasp.

“I did! I hid in Stephans office. Who caught me there, of course, and... well, the rest is history,” Kurt declared.

Blaine got the feeling there was more to the story but he wasnt so sure he wanted to hear it just yet. So he kept his mouth shut and decided to use it in a better way and initiated a make out session that quickly rose to very intense and passionate levels. Soon their kisses became more demanding and, before they knew it, they were tearing off each other's clothes.

“Wait, do you have any condoms? Or what about lube, cause it would be pretty rough without it,” Blaine said, stopping Kurt when he was just about to give his boyfriend a blowjob.

Kurt smirked at Blaine; it didnt escape him that they didnt need to bother with protection now that their tests had both come back clean. Monogamy was the best way to practice safe sex, aside from abstinence of course, but Kurt wasnt about to forgo using condoms entirely. They still had their uses and he wasnt about to dismiss their importance. “I happen to know Sebastian keeps a secret stash of both at the bar. So what he doesnt know wont hurt him,” he said mischievously.

Blaine was done for and there was no turning back. Hed fully lost his heart to Kurt Hummel and he never wanted it back. “God, I love you!” he breathed, closing in for another deep kiss.
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Now both blissfully sated and feeling quite proud of themselves, Blaine and Kurt re-dressed and were finally ready to head back to Kurts apartment.

“You know, for the past ten years Ive always had the same goal: I wanted to make it to the ‘90s,” Kurt began.

Blaine raised his brows curiously at Kurt; this was news to him. “Oh? And are you still sticking to that?” he asked, when he got the feeling that his boyfriend was going somewhere with this (somewhere gooey and romantic, most likely).

Kurt reached out to touch his fingers to the sides of Blaines face, staring into his rich brown eyes. “No. What I want now is to grow old with you, Blaine: to age gracefully where I will surely hold on to my good looks well into my eighties. I want to watch the next few decades pass beside you... I know thats a bit of a stretch, but the heart wants but the heart wants. So theres no helping it, Im afraid,” Kurt said in a superior voice, smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Blaine hugged Kurt by his shoulders. “That sounds like a good goal to me,” he admitted.

The pair started to walk down the road hand in hand, swinging their arms back and forth as they strolled along happy and in love. It didnt matter if not everyone looked at them with friendly glances of support; they werent about to hide something that felt so natural to them both.

“How about you, Blaine? Do you have any hopes and dreams for the future? Or personal goals you want to achieve?” Kurt prompted.

Blaine had loads, many of which didnt include Kurt personally, but that didnt diminish how much he loved Kurt. But seeing as Kurt was clearly fishing for goals that included him, he was more than happy to indulge him. “How about marriage equality in all fifty states? I sure would love to be able to say ‘I do' in our lifetime and have it be acknowledged by the law,” Blaine offered.

“Wow, you sure dare to dream! Just... I wouldnt count on it. Not that I wouldnt love to marry you, Blaine. Someday, when were ready. No matter if its official or not,” Kurt admitted.

“You never know. Maybe in a couple of decades, we can,” Blaine countered.

“Well, I know for a fact it wont happen in the 1980s,” Kurt said firmly.

“Youll get no argument from me there, as much as it pains me to admit. But living in the ‘80s hasnt been so bad. I sure love the music...” Blaine began.

“And the fashion, despite some of the more horrid trends. And so far the ‘80s have made some progress when it comes to the gay agenda. I mean, look at us! Were walking hand in hand down the street! Mind you, its six o'clock in the morning but, still, that has to amount to something!” Kurt rambled.

“And best of all, we met in the ‘80s, so from now I will call it The Decade of Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson,” Blaine declared.

“That has a nice ring to it,” Kurt said with a laugh. “ But how about we call it The Decade When Hummel Met Oates'?” he suggested instead.

Blaine didn't stop himself from laughing, because he thought Kurt was making another obvious joke. “Wow, thats terrible...” he said as he continued to chuckle, until Kurts icy stare made him think hed made a bad call.

Kurt dropped Blaine's hand and, like a true dramatic, stormed off ahead without another word. Seeing his error of ways, even if he thought Kurt was honestly overreacting, Blaine raced after his annoyed boyfriend. “Kurt, wait! I was just kidding around!” Blaine called to Kurt. But it was no use; Kurt wasnt willing to listen to his pleas of forgiveness. What have I gotten myself into? Blaine thought in amazement. But hed make it right, because considering where they had started, this was nothing.

“Kurt!” Blaine shouted as he ran after the love of his life.

Blaine didnt need to go very far to catch up with Kurt though. He was right around the corner and jumped out of hiding. “Surprise! Like Id find that offensive,” Kurt chimed. He stopped giggling when he noticed Blaine was frowning. “What? Are you seriously angry at me?” he asked warily.

“Maybe a little, but thats just cause I thought you were pissed at me for real,” Blaine admitted.

Kurt pursed his lips together and he draped his arms over Blaines shoulders. “Im sorry Blaine, I was just trying to have some fun with you. I guess we still have a lot to work on...” he said.

Blaine grinned at Kurt. “We do, but at least its the fun sort of work,” he pointed out.

The End