Kurt and Blaine pulled apart instantly, knowing the owner of the voice like they knew their own. Blaine, looked to Kurt, expecting to see his face show alarm. Instead, Kurt's face showed more than a little bit of shock, but mostly he just looked like being caught was bitter-sweet. It wasn't a blank expression, but to say that Kurt's face was completely readable would be a vast lie.

"Jesus Christ, Kurt! Really?!" Vin yelled. He was obviously not impressed or amused by catching his boyfriend kissing his perceived enemy. No. He was angry. Very, very angry. The two didn't move and Vin rushed up to them, grabbing Kurt's wrist. "We're leaving. Come on."

Very swiftly, Blaine grasped Kurt's other hand and held it tightly, but non dominatingly. "Kurt, stay with me." Nothing about what he was doing was dominating. Instead, he was being loving and careful. He was giving Kurt an option, a choice. "Please?"

"Vin, let go," Kurt commanded.

Vin only held tighter and pulled him in his direction. "No. We're going home."

"Get you're hands off of him!" Blaine yelled.

"Stay out of it!" He yelled at Blaine.

"You're hurting him!" Blaine grabbed at Kurt's arm, twisted it so that it faced upwards and pulled it toward him, releasing it from Vin's grasp. Blaine's actions didn't hurt Kurt at all. It was a simple release tactic to get away from someone who Blaine learned in a self-defense class when he was younger.

Kurt immediately grabbed his own wrist and started rubbing it as he took a few steps back from Vin. "What is wrong with you?!" he said.

Vin looked shocked that he was being asked that from Kurt. He was in a rage. "What's wrong with me?!" he repeated. "My boyfriend is kissing this piece of trash!"

They were starting to cause a scene. "He's not trash!"

"We're going home. Let's go." He commanded.

"Don't talk to him like that," Blaine demanded. "He's not an animal."

"This doesn't concern you." Vin's eyes were practically popping out of his skull when he looked back at Blaine. He felt Blaine didn't have a place in this conversation.

"Like hell it does. Seeing as how my tongue was just in his mouth and he wasn't stopping me, I'd guess that it completely concerns me."

Kurt read the situation instantly, knowing both men very well, and wanting neither or them to get into a fight. He stood between them as Vin took a step toward Blaine. If he hadn't, Kurt was positive that Vin would have taken a swing at Blaine and Kurt most certainly did not want that to happen. "Blaine," he started, putting both hands on Blaine's shoulders and pushing him back a few steps. "I'll take care of this. Go back inside. Please," he pleaded. "I'll fix it, I promise."

"I don't want you to go home with him," Blaine stated caringly.

"I know. I'm safe, I promise. You get into a fight with him and you might lose your job. Let me talk to him and I'll talk to you later. I'll settle this. It'll be okay."

There was silence between them and they stared at each other as if being able to read the other's mind. Blaine calmed and nodded his head in defeat. "Okay."

Kurt hugged him and pressed his lips close to Blaine's ear. "I'll fix this." He let Blaine go and looked him in the eyes one more time.

Without another word, Kurt turned to Vin, walked over to him and put his hands on Vin to turn him around. He didn't trust him to not go back after Blaine when Kurt wasn't paying enough attention. "Come on."

Vin followed Kurt's physical and verbal instruction, walking the opposite direction away from the club. Kurt chanced one last look at Blaine from over his shoulder and found that Blaine was still watching, as were most of the other people on the street who saw the discourse, but all Kurt saw was Blaine.

Vin and Kurt drove back to the apartment in silence. Vin's knuckles were white on the steering wheel and Kurt was breathing very hard through his nose and clenching his chest muscles. They wouldn't speak. They wouldn't even look at each other. Vin drove and Kurt looked down at his toes.

The moment the door shut behind them in the apartment, Kurt held his breath. He slipped his scarf and jacket off and draped them over the kitchen chair. He sat down and finally chanced to look at Vin with heavy eyes.

Vin's hands were on his hips, and his face, and in his hair. He was fidgeting. "Okay," he finally said. "How long? How long has this thing with you and him been going on?"

Kurt took a shaky breath and his eyes got puffy. He knew tears would come soon. "Does it matter?"

"Yes! Yes, Kurt, it matters!" Vin exclaimed, suddenly raising his voice. "I want to know. How long have you been involved with him?"

"Involved?" Kurt repeated, surprised to hear that word come out instead of something else. The tears came and his saliva made bubbles in his mouth. He was holding back a rough cry. The kind that makes a person's face contort and sob loudly. It wouldn't be pretty. He rolled his eyes and thought about how to answer. Everything about the past year came to a head. His affair, Vin's affair, his feelings for Blaine, Blaine's continued patience with Kurt, everything. "Since the second we met. It took me a long time to admit it to myself, but we've been involved since the moment we met. We've always been missing chances, but that's been mostly my fault."

"So you've slept with him this entire time? Through our whole relationship?"

"No!" Kurt exclaimed. "We never fucked." He paused and sniffled. "Which is more than I can say about you. How long have you been involved with Brady?" Kurt used the word 'involved' as a snide way to get at Vin.

His head dropped back. "You knew about that?" Vin asked rhetorically. It sounded more like a statement, but that didn't stop Kurt from nodding his head in the affirmative. There was silence and Vin covered his face. He sat down on the floor. How had they gotten this way? "I am so sorry, Kurt," he cried. "I don't even know how it happened."

Suddenly, the tears almost completely dried in Kurt's eyes and he was disgusted with how Vin felt to answer. Does he think I'm stupid or frail? "You don't know how it happened?" Kurt asked rhetorically. "I know how sex happens, Vin. Don't act like I'm stupid and would believe anything."

"Don't treat me like I'm the only one who did something wrong!" Vin looked up and his face was all splotchy. He was hurt, but on the defensive because it was obvious that he expected to be comforted and not yelled at.

"I only kissed Blaine. You went ahead and fucked some other guy multiple times."

Vin got up off the floor. "I know! I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I tried to tell you. I came here a few weeks ago to tell you. That's why I was early. I felt horrible and needed to tell you. The only reason I didn't was because I saw you with him and I got jealous. You were so happy with him and you're never that happy around me."

Kurt ignored the ploy to get him to sympathize with Vin's point of view. "And what's worse is that you let me invite your lover over for the weekend. What did you think? That we'd have one of those orgies you used to love so much?!"

"No!"

"Then what? Do you think that little of me that you could do that? I'll admit that I've done a lot of things over the past year, but this doesn't even come close."

"Do you love him?"

"What?"

"Do you love him?"

Kurt was so taken back by what Vin was asking that he didn't even know how to answer. The topic of his feelings for Blaine wasn't what they were talking about. "Wha- That's not even- I don't know what you-"

"It's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?"

"Whether or not I love him has nothing to do with how much of an asshole you are."

"Yes it does because I may have given my body away to Brady, but I don't think that's worse than if I gave my heart away. So tell me. Do you love him?"

There was silence. Kurt had never said it out loud or even to himself, but he knew. He was positive of how he felt now. "Yes."

Vin closed his eyes and sighed. It was like a bullet pierced him and went through the other side. "Do you love me?"

Kurt was silent again, but only because he didn't want to hurt Vin's feelings. He thought of how to answer him in the nicest way possible, but in the time it took to come up with an answer Vin had already found one for him. "Do you even like me?"

"It's not that. People grow. They either grow together or apart and you and I just grew apart."

"Grew apart? Kurt, up until I saw you walking up to the bar tonight, I thought nothing between us had changed. In fact, I thought things might be getting better because the weekend was going so well."

"How could you possibly think that?" Kurt answered. "You were having sex with another guy." More silence. "Do you like him?"

Vin averted eye contact and took a seat at the table. Kurt followed. "I don't know. I'm not in love with him, but I think I like him. It's just sex. Well, for me it was, anyway."

Kurt read between the lines. "Sean said something about the way Brady looks at you. Was it more than just sex for him?"

"Yeah. Three nights ago he came to me while Sean was sleeping to tell me that he was in love with me and wanted to be with me. He said that he'd leave Sean if I gave him a chance and all I had to do was say yes. He didn't even care if I remained with you or not. But I said no. I told him that I was in love with you and that I wanted my future to be with you."

"Why?'

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you want your future to be with me? You felt compelled to cheat on me and we fight all the time."

"I want my future to be with you because I love you. I changed my whole life because I wanted to be with you and I'm a much better person for having done that. I know I cheated and I know we fight, but none of that means that I don't love you with everything I am. I want to be with you, Kurt. I still think that we can fix this and make it better. We can start over again and work things through and be happy. We can fall in love with each other all over again. Just- please. Give me a chance to make this better?"

Blaine

Blaine sat in silence on his piano bench in his house. His shift at work had long since ended and he now sat alone, purposely secluding himself from everyone else. He didn't know what to do. He had tried to compose on his piano, but when he sat down and put his fingers on the ivories, nothing came. No matter what instrument he tried, no music came. He was muse-less.

He replayed the night's events in his head: the elation he felt when he saw Kurt sitting alone at the bar; then the disappointment that set in when Vin interrupted them. After everything Kurt and Blaine had been through over that past year, Blaine was done making excuses and hiding. If Kurt wanted to be with him then Blaine would have demanded for Kurt to make a choice this time, but they hadn't even had a chance to talk. The moment Blaine saw Vin, something in Blaine had snapped, like a trigger, and he couldn't keep the secret anymore. Why did I do that? "Vin needed to know at some point." He didn't need to know right at that moment, in front of a very large crowd, in front of his boyfriend. Just the word, boyfriend, put a sour taste in Blaine's mouth. He didn't want Vin to be Kurt's boyfriend. He wanted himself to have that title. He wanted to be Kurt's.

Blaine heard the doorbell ring downstairs, but he didn't budge. It was probably whatever food was being delivered. Most of the guys in the house were still awake because of an all night Call of Duty tournament they were playing and they ordered take out from some twenty-four hour place. It rang a second time then he heard voices mumbling. "Blaine!" Nick called out.

Blaine grabbed his wallet instinctually. They're probably short on cash. He sighed and trudged to the staircase. He rounded the first landing and stopped. It was like time froze. Kurt was standing at the bottom of the staircase. "Kurt."

"C-Can I come up?"

Blaine didn't answer with a verbal response. Instead he just nodded his head.

Kurt slowly stepped up the stairs, but Blaine didn't move. He was stunned that Kurt was there at all. Kurt stopped when he reached the step before the one Blaine was standing on. Their bodies were so close. Blaine could smell Kurt's cologne. He flinched and turned to walk up the rest of the stairs. They went into the music room and Kurt took off his coat, slinging it across the back of one of the chairs.

"I'm sorry," Blaine finally confessed, breaking the silence. "For everything. For the kiss, for the affair, for wanting to be invited into your room, for- fuck- everything." He sniffled and felt the lump rising in his throat.

"Why?"

That wasn't the response Blaine expected. "I screwed things up for you. I was more trouble than I was worth. The look on your face when you walked away told me everything you were too nice to say to me."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't be sorry. I'm not completely innocent. I knew what I was doing, but I didn't stop myself. I wanted the best of both worlds, but that didn't exist. I couldn't have you both and I couldn't make you both happy. Trying to do that wasn't making me happy anyway. It was just a constant stream of lies that were coming out of my mouth."

"Was any of it real?"

"Yes."

"Which part?"

"When I was with you, I was completely honest. You knew everything, so there was nothing to hide. But… Vin… Telling him where I was, when I was really with you, giving excuses for not answered phone calls… I spent more time trying to make excuses to be with you than I spent trying to be with him."

"So, what happened when you left the bar?"

"We went back to my apartment and we fought. He cried and I cried. I told him everything… Then he said that maybe we could get past this and we could forgive each other one day if we worked on our relationship."

Blaine gritted his teeth, but released the tension quickly. "I see. Is that all?"

Kurt sighed and took a deep breath. "He had one condition…" He twisted his lips thinking about it and replaying the memory of it happening in his head. "He said that I could never see you again."

Blaine looked down into his own hands. The tears welled in his eyes, not knowing what Kurt's choice was. "But here you are."

"Here I am," Kurt repeated with no enthusiasm. It was like he was a drone and lost in thought. "Vin said that he could forgive me, if I chose him. Then he asked me what I wanted. He kept saying it: What do you want? What do you want? What do you want?" Kurt then went silent.

"What do you want?" Blaine finally asked, looking Kurt in the eyes.

Kurt's eyes were rimmed red. A single tear rolled down his cheek. "You!" Kurt choked out. "I want you, Blaine. It's been you all along and I'm so stupid for all of this shit that happened. I told him I wanted you and only you and I told him that I love you. I don't care about my fears anymore and I can only hope that I'm not too late. I am so sorry that I put you through this. I-I-I" Kurt was choking on his own breath and tears were streaming down his face.

Blaine rushed over to Kurt and wrapped his arms around his slender body. Kurt held onto him tightly as his own breathing was ragged. Without warning Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's.

"I love you," Blaine blurted out.

"I love you too. I love you. I love you and I'm so sorry it took so long for me to say it." They kissed again as if it had been years since their last.

"So," Blaine started when he peeled himself off Kurt, "this is it? You two…" he raised his eyebrows hoping Kurt would finish his sentence. "It's you and me now?"

Kurt nodded frantically. "If you'll still have me."

Blaine grabbed Kurt and pulled him in tightly. "Oh my God, of course! Always. I'll always have you. Fuck, Kurt. I love you so much." He was elated that finally, finally, Kurt would be his. All his and he wouldn't have to share him. He wouldn't have to explain anything to anyone. Kurt was his and they could just be together… finally. In his mind, all their problems might as well have never existed. All he cared about was that after everything they'd been through, they were finally together.

They stayed that way, holding one another for a long time. Neither one said anything, afraid of ending the moments they were having in case this whole thing were a dream. When they pulled apart both looked tired. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

"I'd really like that."

Blaine smiled. "Okay. Um. If you don't mind, I'm going to take a shower. But I'll meet you in my room?" Kurt returned Blaine's smile and nodded. They kissed softly, parting their lips, relieved that now it was completely okay to do this with no worries.

While Blaine was in the shower, Kurt sat on the corner of Blaine's bed at first, then started looking around his room at little things like his cologne bottles and array of watches. When Blaine returned in a towel, Kurt was looking intently at some pictures on Blaine's wall on the other side of his bed.

Blaine leaned gently against the frame of the door, his hair damp and his towel tied tightly around his waist. There was a smile on his face, watching Kurt examine things when he didn't know Blaine was there. "That's my brother," he said finally when Kurt was looking at a picture of he and his brother from High School.

The sound of Blaine's voice startled Kurt and he turned towards Blaine. "He's older than you."

"Ten years older." Blaine went over to a lamp on his bed side table and turned it on before going back to the light switch near the door and turned the overhead light off so that the room was now dimly lit. "He's my half-brother. My mother is dad's second wife."

"Oh."

Blaine smiled and looked at Kurt across the bedroom on the opposite side of the bed as Kurt. They stared nervously at each other. They both felt the same thing because they both knew what was about to happen. Their eyes roamed up and down then back to one another's eyes. Then slowly, very slowly, Blaine brought a nervous hand to his towel and removed it, letting it drop to the floor.

Kurt's hand went to the hem of his tight shirt and pulled it up over his head. He touched his chest and trailed his hand down to his belt buckle.

"Wait," Blaine said softly. He knelt onto the mattress and made his way over to Kurt's side. He gently removed Kurt's hands and replace them with his own. "Let me." Kurt's skin was so soft under his lips as he softly kissed Kurt's neck, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his way to Kurt's hips. He knew Kurt's pants were much too tight to be able to just fall to the floor; so, he slowly pulled them down inch by inch until Kurt was able to step out of them on his own.

Kurt moaned quietly, feeling Blaine's breath and lips on his body. His kisses and the image of his body in Kurt's mind made Kurt swell in arousal. When Blaine knelt back up to kiss Kurt's lips, Kurt chanced a glance down and saw that Blaine had the same mark of arousal growing in his groin.

Blaine entwined his fingers with Kurt's and started to back up on the mattress. Kurt knelt onto the bed like Blaine and made his way to the center. Fingers caressed Kurt's hair, cheeks, and ears. Nails grazed Blaine's back and shoulders. A gentle tug on tufts of hair here and there. Lips wandered and tongues tangled, exploring every inch in reach before falling to crisp sheets.

Nothing was rushed and no feeling was spared. A half hour went by before a touch to Kurt's length was chanced. By then, both men were vibrating out of their bodies with want and need for the other. Kurt slid his hand down and wrapped it around Blaine's hard cock, mirroring Blaine's own actions and not five minutes later. After constant, tantalizing, titillating, pull and release, both Kurt and Blaine spill their warm over each other's fingers, onto the sheets, and on each other as well. It was quick, but neither was finished. That was something they both knew. They didn't wait this long for it to be over so simply. They continued to kiss and touch and ground against each other until they were both just as hard as before.

Kurt moved first this time. With Blaine underneath him and propped up against the headboard, Kurt made his way slowly, kissing and nipping his way down, down, down, to his desired spot. Kurt prize for his actions was Blaine's dick, hard once again, and at maximum length, leaking pre-cum. He licked it away with the tip of his tongue and looked up at Blaine at the same time. Blaine's lips were parted and his eyes were lust blown. Kurt had done the right thing. He was sure of it. He licked Blaine a few more times, teasing Blaine into groaning with need to be inside Kurt's mouth. He finally gave Blaine what he wanted when his mouth covered the head completely and began taking him in and out, up and down.

With one hand grasping the headboard with all the strength he had, Blaine's other hand went to wherever he could reached. He finally settled on resting it on the back of Kurt's head because he was starting to think that he might be petting Kurt and thought that would be weird if he were. He gulped and moaned, "Oh, Kurt." So warm, he thought. "You feel so good." He stopped Kurt when he felt his stomach start to tighten. "You're gonna make me come if you keep doing that." He smiled as he said it, a little out of breath.

Kurt returned Blaine's smile with a smirk, his lips bruised, full, and beautiful. He slithered back up and their lips met. Their kiss was passionate and heated. Kurt inhaled sharply as Blaine reached behind him, found his entrance, and swirled his middle finger around and around. A moan escaped his throat and went into Blaine's mouth as if Blaine could swallow it and keep the sound for always. He moved up to straddle Blaine's hips, rocking his own little by little as Blaine's ministrations continued.

Minutes went by before Blaine whispered something about a drawer to Kurt and he stopped what he was doing to stretch over to his bedside drawer he pulled out a small strip of condoms and ripped one off. He also grabbed a bottle of lubrication oil and let it rest on the bed next to the condom. "Do you top or bottom?" Blaine asked.

"Both, but if it's okay, I'd really like it if you were inside me." Kurt bit his lip, nervously awaiting Blaine's answer.

Blaine smiled. "Of course it's okay." He pulled Kurt's face down to his and locked his lips to Kurt's, instantly passing his tongue into Kurt's mouth. After all their kiss, Blaine would never get over how amazingly wonderful it felt to have Kurt's lips on his.

Kurt pulled back and handled the condom wrapper, opening it and flicking the foil to the floor before rolling it onto Blaine and kissing him hard. Blaine fingered the bottle open and slicked his fingers with the liquid. He brought his hand back to Kurt's entrance and slid in his index finger to the knuckle.

Kurt bucked his hips and writhed in pleasure. He moaned and Blaine inserted his middle finger, scissoring the two. "Mm-more," Kurt stuttered.

Blaine wasn't going to wait to ask if Kurt was sure because he knew Kurt would just yell at him that Yes he was sure! He just smiled and chuckled as he slid his other hand up Kurt's abs and chest. "You're so beautiful."

"Mm," Kurt moaned, unable to say anything else really.

"You're so gorgeous. I knew I wanted you to moment I saw you."

Kurt started grinding his hips down, fucking himself on Blaine's fingers, and rubbing his erection against Blaine's. His eyes fluttered open and he locked them with his lover. He moaned once more. "I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Kurt leaned down and took Blaine's upper lip between his own. His closed eyelids twitched at the feel of Blaine's fingers eject themselves from his ass and he inhaled deeply when he felt the head of Blaine's penis graze against him. He'd already came once but the anticipation was building for the feeling of Blaine being inside him. He wanted it so bad. He'd dreamt about it and yearned for it, but was always too scared to admit that to have sex with Blaine Anderson would be more than just fucking. To have sex with Blaine would be committing an act of love. The soul completion kind of love and it took everything that happened to finally admit to himself that he'd rather risk Blaine leaving his life one day than to never have this at least once.

Blaine pushed himself into Kurt and they moaned breathy moans together in unison. He held tight of Kurt's hips and bucked up and down slowly at first, then faster and harder until the pleasure was so rampant that Kurt couldn't kneel anymore and he fell backwards. Blaine sat up and cuffed one arm around Kurt's middle and slid the other up his chest to keep Kurt down and relaxed. He continued to thrust as Kurt's hips raised higher.

"Ohmygodrightthere!" Kurt cried out in ecstasy. "Ohgoddon'tstop."

Blaine dropped himself forward, laying missionary on Kurt and thrust, fucked, and pushed as fast and hard as he could, wanting nothing more than to come and climax with Kurt. He got his wish as one last thrust sent them both over the edge, moaning and crying out various words and phrases.

Blaine rolled off Kurt and lay next to him. Both men were sweaty, sticky, and completely out of breath. They lolled their heads to the side and stared at each other with gaped mouths as if to say "You've got to be kidding me? That's what I missed out on?" It was above and beyond either one of their expectations to say the least.

When they both were able to breath properly and had come down off their high, Blaine sat up on his elbow and kissed Kurt. "I'm going to go get a wash cloth. Be right back."

"Kay." Kurt smiled and arched his back, watching Blaine's ass as he walked away. This is right. This is how it should be, he thought. This is how it should always have been. Blaine returned a couple minutes later with two warm wash clothes and handed one to Kurt. "Your phone rang."

"It did?"

"Mmhmm." Kurt smiled and rolled over onto his stomach after he cleaned up and watched Blaine Kurt's phone rang from his pants pocket. Blaine got it for him and handed it to him with a kiss before looking at his own.

Kurt saw that he got a text from an unknown number, but the area code was the same as Vin's, so it was a Vermont number. He opened it up.

I should thank you for getting out of the way, but you're such a little bitch for breaking Vin's heart.

Kurt scrunched his eyes and realized that the sender was probably Brady and he didn't know how he got Kurt's number to begin with. He shut locked the screen and looked over to Blaine, who was reading a text of his own.

Vin: I can't fucking stand you, but I want Kurt to be happy. Don't treat him like I did.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt asked, reading Blaine's face.

"Yeah. Vin just sent me a text. No problem." Blaine put his phone back on the table and crawled back into bed with Kurt.

"What did he say?"

"That he can't stand me, but he wants you to be happy and for me not to treat you the way he did." He pecked Kurt on the nose.

Kurt smiled. "Yeah. If our sex life is like this, I doubt you'd start fucking other people behind my back like he did." He moved to kiss Blaine again.

Blaine kissed him quickly, but kept his eyes open as the thought of Kurt's words digested in his brain. "He cheated on you?"

"Yeah. He's been sleeping with Brady since just after Christmas, or something like that." Kurt instantly became worried when Blaine looked away from Kurt, licked his lips, and got up off the bed.

Blaine went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of cotton pajama pants and pulled them on. He wasn't looking at Kurt, but Kurt could see in the mirror that Blaine was upset.

"What's wrong?" Blaine started collecting Kurt's clothes and Kurt got up off the bed. "Blaine, what's the matter?"

He shoved the pile of Kurt's clothes into Kurt's chest. "You need to leave."

"What?! Why?"

"Just get out of here!" Blaine yelled.

There was silence because Kurt had never been screamed at like that by Blaine and it startled him. He really took in Blaine's expression and found that he wasn't angry, he was hurt. He was holding in a lot of emotions behind a clenched jaw. Kurt didn't understand. Five minutes ago they were as happy as they have ever been and now Blaine was kicking him out. He put his clothes back on and headed for the door. He scratched his eyebrow when he reached the door frame and turned back. "What did I do?"

"He cheated on you so you left him."

"I only found out about it tonight."

"Even worse!" Blaine exclaimed with wide eyes. "You came running to me the same night you find out your boyfriend is fucking around. How is that supposed to make me feel?"

"It's not like that," Kurt pleaded. Tears starting to rim his eyes. "I didn't even care that he cheated. I've always known that I cared about you more."

"Then why didn't you choose me a long time ago? We've been doing this dance for a year now and I've been nothing but open and honest and patient. I told you that I wouldn't be your second choice."

"But you're not!" Kurt cried as tears rolled down his cheeks. "Blaine, I love you!"

"Don't say that!"

"Blaine, please, please, don't do this. I love you and you love me too, right?"

Blaine clenched his jaw again and held back tears of his own. He took a deep breath. "This isn't something I'm doing. This is happening because you fucked up, Kurt. You fucked up royally and I wouldn't plan on coming back because I'm not falling for it again. I wasted a whole year on loving you, hoping that you'd see what was right in front of you, and wishing that you'd take a chance on something that could have been perfect. I thought you were perfectly imperfect, if that makes any sense, but I was wrong."

"No, Blaine, this is crazy. Let me fix this, please?"

"You can't fix this! You fucked up, Kurt, and now you're going to feel how I've felt time and time again… let down, but the only person you have to blame is yourself." His chest was heaving because he was breathing so hard to keep the tears at bay. "So, just go. I'm not going to change my mind and there's nothing you can do to make any of this better. It's over."

"Blaine, I-"

"Just go. I don't want any sorries or explanations."

Kurt gulped and wiped his face. He wanted to leave Blaine one last apology or one last 'I love you' because after everything, he wasn't able to say it as many times as Blaine deserved to hear it. He stood there, staring, unable to make himself move.

"I said get out of here!" Blaine yelled again.

The volume startled Kurt once more and he swallowed hard, taking one last look at Blaine, and left.