“Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.” – Sherlock Holmes

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On the first day, it was flowers. Bright red tulips that smelled amazing. They’re delivered to him at work, before he starts. The note tied to it says, in pretty script, "Forgive me," and it was signed -B. Kurt just smiled to himself, but then quickly remembering what Blaine had put him through, he threw away the gift, letting them fall into the trashcan, before joining his fellow actor on stage, as the opening theme to RENT started.

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            On the second day, it was chocolates. His favourite kind. "Forgive me," this note said, signed the exact same way.

            "Who're those from?" His friend Jesse asks. Kurt smiles at him, shaking his head. Leaning into a hug, his arms wrapping comfortably around him, he whispers into his ear, "He's no one. Don't worry about it." He gives Jesse one more reassuring smile, before kissing him full on the mouth, swiping his tongue across his boyfriend's lips. Jesse smiles against the kiss, as they make out, before Kurt giggles, leading him into the bedroom.

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            On the third day, Kurt is given tickets to Wicked, much to his surprise. He looks them over, not really sure whether or not to use them. He eyes the note, same words as usual written. Kurt really loves this show, and it's all sold out for the next two weeks. Kurt bites his lip, before tucking the tickets into his pocket. He takes three seconds to consider who he’s bringing. His boyfriend, of course.

            "Hey Jess! Guess what we're seeing tonight?”

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            On the fourth day, a gift card appears in Kurt’s mail. Its fifty dollars, for Kurt’s favourite coffee shop, the Apple. Kurt doesn’t know how Blaine knows it was his favourite, and then he realizes. He told him, on their first date. Well, their only date.

            For about eleven seconds, Kurt thinks about it. Blaine actually remembered? Or was it just a lucky guess? He convinces himself that Blaine isn’t even worth the thought, and disregards it.

            He still uses the gift card, however, to buy himself a non fat mocha, before making his way back to the theatre, for his final rehearsal before his opening night.

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            On the fifth day, Kurt doesn’t receive anything. He feels strange, a bit sad, but slightly relieved, because this means that Blaine has finally given up, right?

            “Hey, babe.” Jesse says, calling him over from the street, as he’s about to enter the theatre. “You’re gonna do great.” He says, as he pulls him in for a quick kiss. Kurt kisses back, enjoying the feel of his lips on his own. He breaks away, smiling at him.

            “I hope so.” He says, shrugging. “I mean, I’ve done fine at the rehearsals, but I don’t know if I’ll do just as good, I mean, this is my first time on a live stage! Can you believe it? Just yesterday I was performing in Glee Club, doing pop songs at senior centers. It just, means a lot to me, you know?” Kurt says, overjoyed. He turns to look at Jesse, and his face falls.

            The look on his boyfriends face is annoyance, and little bit of boredom, as if he doesn’t give a damn about the words flying out of Kurt’s mouth. As if he hasn’t even been paying attention.

            Kurt just gives him the ultimate bitch face, before turning away.

            “Enjoy the show, Jesse.” He shouts behind him, ice lining his words.

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            Kurt holds out the last note for as long as he can in Seasons of Love, as the lights black out, and finally, it’s done, he’s performed his first, real live Broadway show! As the curtain call starts, the music plays lightly, letting them all take their bows. Kurt knows he was a pretty main character, but he’s relatively surprised when he bows second to last, the applause roaring throughout the theater. Tears almost spring to his eyes, because for Kurt Hummel, this is the ultimate dream, and he just reached it.

            It’s four minutes and eight seconds later when he’s off the stage, heading backstage, giving everyone who helped with the show a nice, warm hug, proud of them, and of himself, and of the show. It went swimmingly.

            He’s sitting down when it happens, in his actor’s chair, facing his mirror.

            Kurt’s closing his eyes, reveling in the moment of euphoria and he realizes he can’t stop smiling, he’s so happy.

            “Forgive me?”

            The voice sends icy chills travelling down his spine as he recognizes the tone immediately. His eyes burst open, as he finds his reflection in the mirror. Standing directly behind him, is Blaine.

            He whips around, shock written all over his face, as he stares into the beautiful hazel eyes of the man who owned his heart for twenty two hours, and fifty nine minutes before shattering it in less than nine seconds, the day he got a text from Rachel saying Blaine was in London, and would be for a long time. All he can do is stare, as Blaine waits for an answer.