All that was left to do today was to meet Brett. Kurt was nervous, but more because he really didn't want to hurt Brett as he knew was inevitable. He just couldn't deny his feelings for Blaine. The past few weeks had been a roller coaster of ups and downs, but he knew, now more than ever, what the right decision was. So, with a heavy heart he pulled on his leather jacket and left the boutique.

They had agreed to meet in a small coffee shop a short cab ride away. Kurt's head was filled with thoughts of what he wanted to say to Brett on the journey over, try as he might he couldn't quite come up with the right words.

The cab pulled up a few doors down from the coffee place; he knew Brett would already be there; he was always, unfalteringly early. Kurt strode with what he hoped was a confident manner and pushed the door open.

He scanned the shop and found to his surprise that he had beaten Brett there. His brow creased slightly, but he approached the counter and ordered his drink regardless. A few minutes later, while seated at a small round table in the far corner, he saw Brett approach the shop talking on his phone. He looked good, happy. Kurt smiled to himself while he watched Brett finish his phone call. As Brett entered the shop he spotted Kurt, raising a hand in greeting while he ordered his drink. When he approached the table he smiled genuinely at Kurt.

"Hey you." Brett sat down.

"Hi, how've you been?"

Brett took a sip of his iced tea before answering. "Good, thanks. You?"

Brett's eyes swept Kurt's face as if searching for something. Kurt smiled and brushed a rogue strand off his forehead.

"Good, thank you. Better I guess." A slightly awkward silence fell upon the table. Kurt wasn't sure how to tell Brett that this was it. Probably the last time they would meet like this. A pang of sorrow shot through his chest, but he couldn't feel bad about this. He hadn't seen it coming and he refused to be sorry for loving someone. Least of all Blaine.

"I've met someone." Brett's voice was quiet and hopeful and it shook Kurt out of his thoughts.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I was pretty cut up. Um, I saw you and Blaine leaving your place a few weeks ago and went to a bar. I drunk myself stupid and Greg was there. He just understood, he's helped." Brett looked directly at Kurt, looking for some sort of reaction to his words.

"That's great, I'm glad. So are you two together or...?" Kurt cocked his head to one side quizzically. He felt as though a small weight had been lifted. Brett was okay, he was happy.

"No, um... we both acknowledge we have feelings but he's not long out of a relationship and we decided it'd be best just to take it slow. It's nice though. How're things with Blaine?" He crossed his legs and leaned back in the wooden chair. A small smile lit up Kurt's face at the question.

"Um, complicated, but good. We talked things through. He had some pretty heavy reasons for leaving, and he's had a lot to deal with, but he seems better now. My feelings clearly hadn't disappeared, and last night we decided to make a go of things." Kurt ran his finger up the side of his coffee mug, watching Brett closely.

"That's great Kurt. I really hope you guys work out."
"I'm sorry, Brett. I didn't want any of this to hurt you, it's the last thing I want, you've been so good to me." He wouldn't ask to remain friends, it seemed like an insult to what they shared somehow. Besides, it just didn't seem right.

"I know, believe me Kurt. I'm glad we did this though, now we can both move on without any "what ifs?" hanging over us. This is good for us I think." He grinned broadly over at his ex-boyfriend. No hard feelings, no regrets.
Blaine entered the music shop with a skip in his step. He had secured an apartment, and he wanted to take Kurt to see it later. Things were really starting to come together. When he awoke this morning he found himself looking up at Kurt, something he had dreamed of for the past four years.

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He rifled through the records, searching for one in particular. It would be the anniversary of Kurt's mother's death next week, Blaine used to take his guitar and sing one of her favorite songs while they visited the cemetery together. But it had to be something really special this time. His fingers closed around the thin cardboard and he let out a triumphant sound as he found it: 'Yours' by Vera Lynn. Kurt said that his mom used to love singing it, because her mother had taught it to her. It seemed perfect; he just hoped Kurt still didn't mind him going with him. His phone vibrated, he fished it out of his pocket, grinning at the picture of Kurt showing on the screen.

"Hi."

"Hey, so I just finished having coffee with Brett and there was no flinging of cutlery or looks that could kill so I think it went well. Care to celebrate?" Kurt's voice sounded light and carefree, just the way Blaine liked it.

"Sure, I was thinking we could go see my new apartment this afternoon if you want?" Blaine balanced the phone on his shoulder while he handed over the record and found his wallet to pay for it.

"Sounds good! Where are you? I'll come meet you."
"I need to pop back to the hotel, I'm only five minutes away. Meet me back there?" Blaine took his change and the shopping bag and left the store making his way back to his hotel.

"Sure, see you in ten, bye!" Kurt hung up and Blaine stuffed the phone back in his jean pocket. He pushed open the lobby doors and approached the desk. A tall blonde woman turned her attention to him.

"Hi, Anderson, room 26, any messages?" He checked his watch while she turned away to check.

"Yes, Sir. Your Mother called six times. She asks that you call her back immediately." Blaine grimaced and took the slip of paper with the details on. He thanked the woman and went up to his room.

As soon as he was through the door he crumpled the messages up and threw them in the trash. He had no desire whatsoever to speak to his mother. He had far more important things to do today.