Title: You Were Missing

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Summary: After 4.15 (And AU after that). Kurt is nostalgic after watching Moulin Rouge and talking with Adam. He says he wants to be over Blaine, but does he really? A late night talk clears the air. Klaine.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

It was 2 a.m. when Blaine's phone rang. Normally he wouldn't answer at this time of night, it would likely be a telemarketer or someone similar, but the song that filled his room was unique to one individual. Kurt was calling. Without any more hesitation Blaine scrambled to answer his phone, shivering as the covers were pushed off his bare chest.

"Kurt?"

He didn't get a verbal response, but he could hear ragged breathing on the other end of the line.

"Kurt? Are you there? Are you okay?"

"B-Blaine?" Kurt's voice was rough and soft. Blaine felt his heart clench in pain.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" He tried to sound calm, but he was on the verge of panic. Was Kurt hurt? Stranded somewhere in New York?

"I'm sorry. I'm s-so sorry, Blaine."

Blaine made a hushing noise, "Darling, what are you apologizing for? You haven't done anything."

"I've been so horrible to you."

"You haven't, what makes you think that?"

There was a pause before Kurt answered. "The way I treated you at the wedding. The way I've been treating you since we broke up. It wasn't fair to you. I…" Kurt's voice trailed off.

"Oh Kurt, it's not your fault. Everything is so messed up right now and it's my fault." A tear slipped from Blaine's eye. There was nothing he regretted more in his life then cheating on the man he loved so dearly.

"No." Kurt's voice was suddenly sharp, before fading back to a near whisper. "I forgave you for that, and it's my fault too. If I had been a better boyfriend-"

"Okay, okay. Both of us are to blame for that." Blaine didn't truly believe that, but he didn't want to hear Kurt blame himself for what Blaine did.

They both fell into a silence before Blaine spoke up again.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?" Kurt's voice had lost some of its tremor.

"Why did you call?"

"I just… I… I missed you."

Blaine's heart raced with hope.

"Oh Darling, I miss you too."

"Do you think you… never mind." Kurt sounded so dejected.

"Kurt, please finish, you know I'll always listen to you."

There was a pause, but eventually Kurt spoke again.

"Do you think we can ever get back together?"

Now Blaine's heart was pounding. Was Kurt serious? He had been waiting for this day for months, when Kurt wanted him again, loved him once more.

"Kurt, I would like nothing more in this world then to be your boyfriend again; to once again receive your love."

A choked sob came from Kurt's end of the line. Blaine wanted nothing more than to go to New York and pull Kurt into a firm embrace, blocking out the rest of the world.

"Darling. Shhh. It's okay."

Kurt continued to cry.

"Please calm down. Oh Darling, if only I could hold you." Blaine closed his eyes and let the memories of Kurt in his arms wash over him. There was nothing better than holding his precious love in his arms, protecting him from all the hurt. Suddenly the doorbell rung and snapped him out of his thoughts. He was instantly alert. It was 2 a.m., who the hell was ringing the doorbell? Blaine was home alone and he certainly wasn't expecting anyone.

"Kurt?"

"Uh-huh."

"Hang on, okay? There's someone here, I have to go look." He didn't wait for a response but heard his name being called over the linen as he put the phone in his pocket. He grabbed an old bat from his closet and started down the stairs. He didn't turn on any lights and crept along the stairs and then foyer as quietly as he could. Taking a deep breath, he calmed his nerves before looking through the peephole.

On the other side of the door stood a very sad and very nervous looking Kurt. In his haste to open the door Blaine threw the bat to the side and fumbled endlessly with the locks. Finally he wrenched it open and stood frozen, staring at the boy in front of him.

"Kurt?"

Kurt nodded shyly and removed the phone from his ear, ending their call.

"What are you doing here?"

The taller boy didn't answer right away. He opened his mouth, but only a sob escaped. Blaine ignored any part of him saying to take things slowly and pulled Kurt into his house and into his arms. Kurt latched onto him immediately and soon they were both crying into each other's shoulders.

"Oh, Darling." Blaine whispered.

When they both calmed somewhat Blaine suggested they go back upstairs. It was winter after all and he was only half dressed. When they were in his bedroom Blaine led Kurt to sit on his bead before pulling on an old Dalton sweatshirt. He turned back to Kurt and saw that he hadn't moved.

"Kurt?"

The older boy didn't look up; just sniffled softly. Blaine winced at the pain his best friend was obviously experiencing. He went over to him and carefully pulled off Kurt's boots and jacket. When he was down to his jeans and long-sleeved shirt, Blaine dragged them both up the bed so they were lying curled together against the headboard. The sat in silence for several moments and Blaine reveled in the feeling of having Kurt back in his arms. Kurt had stopped crying and sniffling, but the boy exuded sadness, and clutched Blaine's sweatshirt tightly.

After a while Blaine had to speak, he had to know why Kurt was here in Ohio when it was the middle of the semester back at NYADA. "Why are you here?" Blaine quickly amended his question when Kurt's fists tightened in the material further. "I'm always happy to see you, but shouldn't you be in school. Is your dad okay?"

"He's fine."

"That's good, but it doesn't answer my question. Why did you come all the way back to Lima? It couldn't have been just to see me."

Kurt's stoic silence gave him the answer. He could hardly believe it.

"You came for me?"

Kurt nodded slightly.

"Why?"

"I couldn't take it anymore. I've… I've missed you so much, Blaine. Every time something happens at school I want to call you and tell you about it, and when Rachel starts getting on my nerves I miss having you to block her out. When I'm missing home, I can't talk to you and feel closer, like there aren't hundreds of miles separating us. And… I miss your voice, your singing. Everything. I'm just so sorry, Blaine. I never meant for us to end up like this, I just... I want…" Kurt broke off with a sob.

"Shh, it's okay. None of this is your fault. You are still my best friend, Kurt. You always will be. I miss you too, and I'm so happy to see you."

"But… but what if I don't want to just be your friend?"

"Kurt?"

Kurt levered up so he was face to face with Blaine. He brought a hand to Blaine's face and gently traced along his jaw.

"What if I think we both screwed up? And that I've never felt emptier than I have without you in my life?"

"Kurt…" Blaine was stunned. Was this really happening? Kurt was here, in Lima, in his bed, saying the same things Blaine had thought about for the last several months.

"I love you, Blaine. I never stopped." Kurt looked straight into Blaine's eyes as he said this. Blaine could read the sincerity, love, and worry in those watery blue eyes.

"Kurt… you…" Blaine broke off and pressed closer to the other boy. With one quick check into Kurt's eyes for permission, Blaine closed the rest of the distance between them and pressed his lips softly to Kurt's. He was in heaven; he had missed this so much, missed the person who felt like the other half of his soul. Kurt moaned softly, a sound caught between a whine of pleasure and a sob of relief.

Blaine could taste the saltiness of Kurt's earlier tears on his lips. He kept his lips against Kurt's in the softest kiss until neither of them could breathe. They broke apart reluctantly, but didn't go far, resting their foreheads against one another as they panted quietly.

"I've never regretted anything more than what I did to you," Blaine whispered. "I have always loved you, Kurt. I know I can never stop and I don't ever want to try. You're my other half."

Kurt closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He didn't respond verbally, but snuggled closer to the other Blaine. Blaine pulled them both down so they were laying in the bed and brought the covers over them.

"Sleep, Love. We'll talk more in the morning."

Kurt made a murmuring noise of agreement and they both drifted off.

I'm planning for this to be a three-shot (so two more chapters after this).

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