The next afternoon Blaine told Kurt he needed to run some errands. He kissed Kurt on his way out and then walked down to "Sugar & Spice" where he'd arranged to meet Camille.

As he walks in James smiles at him from the counter. Blaine waves, it feels like a life time ago that he'd ordered coffee here and flirted with the Batista. Blaine notices Camille sitting at a table in the corner, today wearing skinny jeans, a leather jacket and a bandana on her head tied like Rosie the Riveter. Blaine walks over to greet her and she lifts up a cup off coffee.

"For you." She says and slides it towards him.

He takes the seat across from her and takes a sip. "Drip coffee with cinnamon?" He raises his eyebrows. "That's just how I like it."

"See. I know things." Camille answered with a smile, sipping on her own drink.

Blaine plays with the lid of the drink for a moment, gathering his thoughts. Camille doesn't say anything. She just waits.

Finally Blaine lifts his eyes to look at her. "We tried to stop the echo." He says "Every night Kurt has left at the same time, this time I told Kurt not to go so he stayed downstairs with me instead."

"And?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it didn't work."

"No. It didn't work. It was awful. It was terrifying. Something grabbed Kurt and dragged him through the house. When I tried to pull him back...some...force, pulled me away from him" Blaine rubbed his eyes. "I've never been so afraid."

"I'm sorry." Camille said looking sad. "I knew you couldn't break the echo. I didn't know it'd be that bad."

"You said it couldn't be done I just didn't expect that. And then when Kurt looked at me and called my name. I just needed to be able to help him, but instead something pulled me out of the room." Blaine shook his head. "I didn't know it'd be like that."

Blaine glanced back up at Camille to see her starring at him, coffee cup paused half-way to her mouth and an inscrutable look on her face. "Wait." She said placing her cup firmly back on the table. "Are you saying that Kurt looked at you and spoke to you during the echo?"

"Yes" Blaine answered, "Is that bad?"

Camille just continued to stare at him, "Has this happened before?" She finally asked.

"Not like that. I mean he's seen me once before during... it. And then last night, before I called you he watched me the whole time. He doesn't fight back anymore or talk to Sebastian. Is that bad? Should he fight back?

"You broke the echo." Camille said in awe, not hearing his question.

"No." Blaine said, clenching his fingers around his coffee cup. "Sebastian still kills him."

"Okay... the echo isn't gone, but it is broken. Kurt can see you?" Camille smiled. "This is very interesting."

"I'm glad our misery is so exciting for you." Blaine said sarcastically. "This is hurting him. I think it hurts him even more now that he has kind of broken out of the echo. It... it just hurts. And I need you to tell me how to stop it."

Camille sighed and leaned back in her chair. "I'm not saying that I'm happy Kurt is hurting. Or that you are hurting. I just... this is good news Blaine. What's happening with the echo is good."

"How?"

"It means... it means Kurt is strong. It means he is letting go. It means..." Camille smiled, not finishing the thought. "It's good, okay? Trust me."

"I want to trust you." Blaine said, regretting his earlier frustration. "but you were wrong about Kurt's unfinished business."

Camille folded her hands and looked at Blaine in surprise. "You think I'm wrong?"

"I think Kurt knew what his unfinished business was. His father. I went to Ohio to talk to him, but it didn't work. Kurt is still here."

Camille sighed, "Okay, that didn't work because Kurt's dad isn't holding him here. Kurt is holding himself here."

"That's not true. Kurt wants to move on." Blaine said in frustration.

"Mmmm." Camille hummed and took another sip before replying. "Of course he does. He just isn't at that point yet. But obviously he is getting very close."

"Obviously? Nothing seems obvious to me." Blaine said as he crossed his arms and slumped back in his chair.

"You're in love with him." It isn't a question.

"Of course I am." Blaine sighed. "He is... everything. Kind and smart and talented. An amazing kisser." Blaine said with a blush.

Camille almost dropped her coffee. "You've kissed?" Camille was shocked.

"You think we shouldn't have?"

In answer Camille just burst out laughing. "He's a ghost. You shouldn't even be able to touch him!"

Blaine eyes grew wide, "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm an idiot. And it means you should just keep doing what you've been doing. Just be there for him Blaine. He's getting close. You don't have much longer before he moves on."

"Meaning be there for him before I lose him?" Blaine asked, his voice tight.

"If you love him, then yes." Camille reached out a hand towards Blaine. "I know you don't want to lose him but no one can stay a ghost forever. You have to let him go."

"I know I do." Blaine sat back up and drank some more coffee. "I guess I just wanted to talk to you and make sure I wasn't messing things up."

"You aren't." Camille smiled. "I think things are going just as they should."


When Blaine arrived home the first thing he noticed was a delicious smell in the air. He walked into the kitchen and leaned up against the door frame, folding his arms and watching Kurt. He was shimmying through the kitchen, singing to the radio and making dinner.

Blaine felt warmth bubbling up in him as he watched Kurt wiggle his hips and hit the high notes along with the female singer. Blaine walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

"This smells amazing." Blaine said and kissed Kurt's neck.

Kurt laughed and turned his face to kiss Blaine back. "You had the ingredients for parmesan crusted chicken. I hope you don't mind."

"Kurt, you made me dinner. Of course I don't mind." Kurt leaned in and kissed him again, Blaine's hands spread over Kurt's stomach holding him tight.

"You smell like coffee." Kurt said a smile crinkling up his eyes.

"Mmmhmmm." Blaine murmured leaving kisses all over Kurt's neck. Kurt laughed again and pulled away. "Dinner Blaine. Everything's ready and I am remembering you need to eat this time."

Blaine bounced on his toes a little. "It does smell amazing."

During dinner Blaine thought about telling Kurt about his conversation with Camille, but really it had raised more questions for Blaine than answers, so he decided it could wait. Blaine was used to eating while Kurt just sat and talked to him. It felt nice to have him close.

After dinner Blaine and Kurt were in the kitchen cleaning up. Soft music played in the background. Blaine kept glancing over at Kurt who seemed happy and relaxed even though the evening was coming to an end. Blaine on the other hand, had a hard heavy lump in the pit of his stomach.

Kurt looked up from putting away some dishes to catch Blaine staring at him. "What?" Kurt asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Blaine blurted out. "Of what happens every night?"

Kurt put down the towel he'd been drying dishes with and walked towards Blaine who was leaning against the counter. Kurt placed his hands on Blaine's hips and looked him in the eyes. "No. I'm not." Kurt answered, "Not anymore. Not now that you're here."

"But Sebastian..."

"Can't touch us or what we have." Kurt finished for him.

Blaine smiled weakly but didn't seem convinced. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine's hips and stepped closer so that their bodies were touching. Blaine's heart beat quickened as he felt Kurt's soft breath on his skin. Blaine moved his hands to grasp Kurt's arms watching Kurt's eyes sparkle and a smile cross his perfect pink lips.

Blaine could count the freckles on Kurt's face he was so close and then Kurt titled his head down and captured Blaine's mouth with his own.

Blaine's body buzzed with want, love and protectiveness. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and pulled him closer. Kurt's lips were soft and sure against his own, letting out a soft moan as he held tight onto Blaine and shifted his own hips forward.

Blaine gasped a quick intake of breath as he felt Kurt hard against his own erection. He groaned and surged forward, Blaine could hear his own heart drumming in his ears and Kurt's shaky exhale as he made himself pull away.

"Blaine." Kurt whimpered.

"Wait Kurt." Blaine said and Kurt stepped back a fraction. "Are you... are you sure? This isn't too much?"

"I want this." Kurt whispered. "If you do."

Blaine responded by cupping Kurt's face, leaning in for another long kiss.

After a moment Kurt broke the kiss "Your room." He said airily.

Kurt and Blaine backed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, their lips and hands constantly touching, stumbling and laughing but refusing to let go of one another.

They got to Blaine's room and closed the door behind them, tripping over each others' feet as their hands roamed over one another. Kurt reached for the bowtie around Blaine's neck and tugged until it came loose and fell to the floor, quickly unbuttoning Blaine's shirt while still trying to kiss him. Blaine's legs hit his bed and he fell onto it, sitting while Kurt leaned over him, his mouth sliding against Blaine's as they both let out breathy sighs.

Outside the sun had gone down casting the room in shadow.

Blaine's hands joined Kurt's and soon both Blaine's shirt and undershirt were thrown to the side. Blaine scooted further back on the bed as Kurt's knees came up to straddle either side of him. Kurt rocked down brushing their erections together again through their pants.

"Kurt" Blaine moaned as Kurt's hands traveled down the hot, tan skin of Blaine's chest and abs until he reached Blaine's pants. Kurt lifted an eyebrow in question and Blaine just nodded his consent.

Kurt undid Blaine's pants and then softly pushed Blaine down onto the bed as he slipped Blaine's slacks off and tossed them aside.

Blaine laid back on the bed and watched Kurt with heavy lidded eyes as he looped his fingers in the waistline of Blaine's boxer-briefs and slowly slid them down and off of him.

Blaine was completely naked and panting. His erection flushed as Kurt slide up his body and kissed him again. Tongue sliding into Blaine's mouth, hands drifting up and down his chest. A soft light started to glow from somewhere as Blaine broke away and croaked out. "Kurt. Your clothes?"

Kurt leaned over him and smiled. "Hum." He said. "What should I do with them?"

Blaine groaned and started unbuttoning Kurt's vest, he paused, "This is okay?"

"This is more than okay." Kurt said as he pulled of his vest and started undoing his shirt. He was still straddling Blaine who was leaning up on his elbows watching Kurt undress. As soon as Kurt's shirt was off Blaine's hand reached out to trail down Kurt's pale chest. The light in the room brightened illuminating Kurt's perfect skin and the spark in his eyes.

Blaine watched as Kurt fumbled getting out of his pants and underwear, he rolled off of Blaine to kick off his shoes and socks and then straddled him again once his clothes were gone. "Better?" He asked and smirked at Blaine.

Blaine just nodded dumbly and smoothed his hand up Kurt's back to his neck pulling him down for a kiss. Soon both men were spread out one on top of the other on the bed, gasping and rocking against each other. Kurt's hand moved down underneath Blaine's body to grasp his ass and Blaine let out a shaky breath.

"Howdoyouwanto?" Blaine's words ran together. "I mean... what do you want Kurt?"

Kurt just smiled and kissed Blaine's neck, sucking at his pulse point. Kurt's hand drifted down between Blaine's cheeks, a fingertip gently circling his hole. "Is that okay?" Kurt asked.

Blaine just smiled giddily before lifting himself up and away from Kurt. Kurt looked confused for a moment until Blaine leaned over to his nightstand and fumbled through the drawer coming back with a bottle of lube.

Kurt smiled and coated his fingers and slowly and sweetly started opening Blaine up. Blaine moaned with each press of Kurt's finger and rode down on it, grunting and trembling beneath Kurt's lean soft body. Kurt gradually added a second and third finger hooking them this way and that until Blaine bucked up and gasped.

"God Kurt. I'm ready. I just want you. Please." Blaine breathed out as a warm light seemed to radiate from Kurt's skin.

Kurt removed his fingers and repositioned himself over Blaine, shifting them until Blaine's legs were hitched up. Blaine watched as Kurt laid down over him, lining himself up before he carefully slid into him, pushing slowly until he was fully sheathed in Blaine's heat.

Blaine threw his head back and whimpered. Golden light was all around them. Blaine's senses were overwhelmed with the smell, sounds, touch and feel of Kurt. Blaine's hand spread out against Kurt's back as the other cupped his face kissing him sloppily as Kurt rolled his hips and moved rhythmically inside of him. Blaine met his movements, keeping his lips on Kurt as much as he could.

"Blaine." Kurt cried out as he rocked back and forth, his hand gripping one of Blaine's biceps the other trailing up and down his body. "Oh my god, Blaine." He panted. "You feel so good."

Blaine jerked his hips up causing Kurt to sink deeper into him. Both men moaning and gasping, their kisses wet and uneven... and perfect. Blaine felt his whole body getting hot. Sweat trailed down his neck as he moved against Kurt. Light streaming into the room as bright as day.

Blaine kissed his lips and neck, his lips moving across soft cool skin. He felt like bursting with joy as Kurt rocked back and forth into him. Every move and touch clear and beautiful. Kurt's pale skin and his deep blue eyes lit up.

Blaine couldn't believe he was with the man he loved. He didn't know how much time they had left together, but he knew he'd always have this.

Heat pooled in low in Blaine's abdomen. His body tingled down to his toes and fingertips and everything in him built up and then broke free. Blaine shouted Kurt's name arching his back and stretching out his neck. Blaine's orgasm hit him and ran through him. Finally he slumped back down on the bed trembling and spent.

Kurt moved forwards a few more times light cascading around him before he let out a chopped out shout, "Blaine!"

Blaine couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Kurt lifted his face, his eyelids shuttered closed and his lips parted as a string of nonsense poured out of them. Blaine caught his own name in there several times before Kurt lowered himself down on top of Blaine.

They laid there chest to chest panting and smiling. Listening to their rapid breaths as warm light bathed them. Blaine looked into Kurt's crystal blue eyes and he knew. This was it. This was the end.

Kurt slowly rolled off of Blaine and lay next to him, forehead against forehead as their breathing evened out. Blaine traced Kurt's face with his fingertips, memorizing every dip and line and detail, wanting to imprint this moment in his mind forever. Kurt' hummed and scooted closer wrapping Blaine up in his arms. The unexplained light continued to grow. Blaine couldn't tell if Kurt had even noticed it. Kurt's eyes never left his own.

"I love you." Kurt said with a contented smile on his face as his breath tickled Blaine.

"I love you too." Blaine smiled as well and held back his tears. "I will always love you."

Kurt tipped Blaine's chin up and placed a few soft, sweet kisses to his lips. When Blaine opened his eyes again Kurt looked on the verge of tears himself, but a happy peaceful smile was on his lips.

"I'm never saying goodbye to you." Kurt whispered as the light in the room increased.

Blaine couldn't think of how to respond. Instead he held tightly onto Kurt, wanting to never let go, until the light was so bright Blaine couldn't see anything but white. He held on to Kurt until he couldn't feel anything but warmth. And then the light slowly started to fade.

Soon Blaine's room was back to normal. The only light came streaming in from the moon outside his window. Blaine blinked a few times looking at the empty bed where Kurt had just been. His hands flexed a few times wanting to hold onto something that was no longer there. Blaine drew a heavy breath and closed his eyes. He felt something warm run down his face and he realized he was crying.

After a long time of just laying still next to Kurt's empty space, Blaine finally lifted himself off of the bed. He pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms before glancing at the clock. 1:00am it read. Blaine padded down to the music room, but he knew what he'd find.

Blaine waited but nothing happened. No candles or fire or bed. No Sebastian. No Kurt. Blaine felt relieved. Kurt was okay. Somehow he knew Kurt was okay. He'd finished his unfinished business. Blaine smiled and wiped a few tears from his eyes. It was over. The echo was gone. And so was the man he loved.