"Fate doesn’t ask you what you want. Fate knows what’s best even if you don’t."

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            “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.

            For the longest time, (thirty four seconds, to be precise) Kurt is in pure shock. He twists around in his chair, and then stands up, looking at him quizzically. Blaine is… he’s back, again, with this look in his eyes that’s so desperate, that’s so hopeful for what Kurt is about to say, it’s heartbreaking. And Kurt doesn’t know what to do. But apparently his mouth does, and it blurts out,

            “What are you doing here?”

            Blaine’s smile falls, as he shifts his weight awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with Kurt. He gulps, swallowing the lump in his throat. Blaine was expecting this to go a little better.

            “I uh- I came back for you.” Kurt’s heart flips at Blaine’s words, though he tells himself to keep his ground. He wants to jump into Blaine’s embrace, showering him with kisses until one of them has to breathe, but he can’t. For so, so many reasons. So many fucking restraining reasons, that Kurt wishes he could just let go, but he knows he can’t. And it’s because of these reasons that Kurt is determined to not fall for this man again; he cannot be broken again.

            “Why?”

            Blaine doesn’t hesitate.

            “Because I want to be with you.”

            Kurt scoffs at him, letting out a slight laugh. Memories of their wild night flood his thoughts, and he can’t help but be angry.

            “Yeah, I wanted that to, but you had to leave for London, Blaine. And I get that, but you never even said goodbye, and it would’ve taken you not even a minute.” This last part Kurt says loudly, raising his voice, and a few of his cast members turn to look at him. Why did Blaine have to talk to him here, of all places? He gets a few curious eyes from his friends, some actually stopping to watch their little show.

            Blaine doesn’t respond to this, though; he pretends like it was never said.

            “You did great, tonight.” He says, with his voice soft with admiration. Because to him, Kurt really was perfect. He had sat in the back of the theater, so Kurt wouldn’t see him, and he wasn’t going to lie, he almost teared up, happy at how far Kurt has truly come.

            “Thanks, Blaine.”

            “Maybe, you and I could grab a bite to eat?”

            “Thanks, Blaine, I’m flattered but can we not do this here?” Kurt questions, gesturing to all the people around them both. Cautious stares, and interested glances are flung their way, as they speak, a small crowd is now forming. They’re about to cause a scene, and that is the last thing Kurt wants to do right now.

            “No, Kurt, we can’t.”

            Kurt’s caught off guard by the sudden forcefulness of Blaine’s tone.

            “Kurt, I have apologized more times than I should have, and just listen-” Blaine insists, cutting him off before he can even say anything, because right now Blaine is fucking fed up, with Kurt. “I realize I did something wrong, alright?” He says, his voice loud, and impatient. “I realize I should have called, or texted you, or let you know where I was. I get that. And I’m very, very sorry, okay? I regretted not talking to you every single day after I left, and I have something, and it’s not much of a reason, but it’s something. I was so scared, Kurt. I was so scared of me, falling hard for you. And I realize it sounds like shit, but it’s true, I was scared of… of us. And I get that you’re angry, alright? But I just want us to be together now, because,” Blaine paused, talking a deep, somewhat shaky breath.

            “Because I’m dying, Kurt.”