Disclaimers: I do not own Glee.
This is the sequel to the fic titled The Light at the End. If you haven't read that one, I highly suggest that you do, otherwise this story will not make sense. Happy reading!
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
William Ross Wallace
"Hi, Mom. It's me. I know that it's been a while, but, you see... I was in the hospital. I-I got a heart transplant, Mom.
"Things have been really crazy around here lately. Dad has trouble letting me go out of the house; I don't know if that's because he's scared or... Or something else completely, but today is one of the first days that he's let me out of the house alone. It's actually really quiet today... Finn's off with New Directions in New York – they're going to Nationals.
"Oh, I didn't tell you about that, did I? Dad got married to Carole three weeks ago. They plan on taking all of us to Hawaii this summer. Maybe I'll be able to convince him to let Blaine come along too. Blaine he... He's my boyfriend, Mom. I-I love him. I love his so much. He's what got me through this; he was always there – he's still always there, and he's been so supportive. He took me to my first biopsy and stayed with me the entire time. I don't know what I'd do without him. He's my everything.
"He's my light, Mom. My light at the end."
Beginning
Waking up after being put under anesthesia had been rather odd.
Everything was slightly fuzzy, and Kurt could barely make out anything in the room, his head full of the constant beeping sounds and hushed tones. He couldn't tell if the lights were on, or if the light that was blinding him was from the sun; deciding to not care, he shifted on the bed, letting out a small moan when a sharp pain shot up his back.
Immediately there was a sound of movement and he felt a hand grasp his in a tight but comforting grip. "Kurt? Kurt, are you awake?"
He let out a groan and attempted to open his eyes. They refused to open so he let out another groan and said, in a rather croaky voice, "Good morning."
There was a chuckle from above him and from it he was able to identify his dad holding his hand. "Hey, there sleepy. How are you doing?" His dad's voice was muffled, as though his mouth was covered with some sort of cloth.
"I dunno," he slurred out. "'m not able t' open my eyes yet..."
The hand around his shifted slightly, and a finger began moving back and forth along the back of his hand. "You just had a major surgery; the stuff they gave you to put you under was really strong, and they said you'd be drowsy after."
Kurt attempted to open his eyes again. "Drowsy?"
"Yeah," his dad replied softly.
"Okay..." He frowned, listening to the beeping. "Am I still in the hospital?" he asked, glad that he wasn't slurring anymore. Maybe he was waking up more.
"Yes, you are. You got out of surgery about an hour ago. How are you feeling?"
Kurt shifted again, then once more attempted to open his eyes. His dad's face was blurry, but he could see his eyes clearly; he could see the relief, the hope, and the happiness. Eventually Kurt's eyesight cleared and he could see the mask on his dad's face, the shower curtain-like cap over the top of his head and the bright yellow of the gown he was wearing. Kurt lifted his incredibly heavy left hand and attempted to point it at the attire, but was only able to wag it around in the air before he dropped it to his stomach. "What's with the horrible outfit, Dad?"
Burt let out a laugh. "You're in a clean room, Kurt. We have to wear these when we visit you."
Kurt glanced down at the gown again. "Well, it's horrible. And very bright."
Burt reached up with his other hand and ran a hand through his hair. "But if it keeps you from getting sick, then we'll have to deal with it, right?"
Kurt let out a sigh. "I suppose."
He let his eyes drift shut again, but they snapped back open when a small sob left his dad's lips. "Dad?" he asked softly, turning again so that he was looking at his dad. Burt had his head lowered so Kurt was unable to see his face. "Dad, what's wrong?"
"You made it."
Kurt blinked, then turned back so he was looking straight ahead at the wall. "Do you mean through the surgery?"
"No," his dad said, sniffing lightly. "You made it through the whole thing, this whole stupid thing with your heart failing. Never once did I hear you complain about it, and you just kept going even when most people would have given up."
Kurt smiled softly. "Must have gotten that from you or Mom."
His dad nodded, sniffed one more time then straightened. "There are quite a few people who would like to see you. I'll let them know that they can come in, okay?"
As soon as he nodded, Burt turned around and motioned at something that Kurt couldn't see; he assumed it was the window that took up the entire side of the room. There was a loud hissing sound, then the door to his room opened and Carole, Finn, Blaine and Mercedes wandered in. "Hey," he said to them.
No one said anything to him; they stared at him, each one of them looking rather ridiculous with the attire that they had to wear. He shifted, feeling uncomfortable under the multiple stares. Eventually, Carole cleared her throat and said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "Hey you."
"Hi," he replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," he said, not really knowing what to say to all of the 'are you okay' questions. "Um.. How are you guys?"
"We're fine, really, don't worry about us, okay?" Mercedes said, speaking for the first time since she'd entered the room. Taking a step forward, she reached out her hand and let it land on his wrist. "It's good to see you, Kurt, it really is."
He smiled up at her, then switched their hands around so that they were holding hands. "It's good to see you too."
He looked past her and locked eyes with Blaine, who was still staring at him. "Hi," he whispered. Blaine didn't move, just gave him a soft smile. "Are you just gonna stand over there?"
Blaine walked forward and took the hand Mercedes gave him. "Hey there..." he said softly, barley noticing everyone else vacating the room, so it was just the two of them together. "H-how are you feeling?"
Kurt attempted to roll his eyes. "Everyone keeps asking me that. I'm doing fine. I'm pretty sure that I'm on a bunch of pain medications, but right now I don't really care."
Blaine just nodded, then lifted Kurt's hand up and pressed it against his cheek.
Kurt frowned. "Blaine? Are you oka-"
He was cut off by a small sniffle and a kiss pressed to his palm. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just... Kurt I was so scared and..."
Blinking, Kurt leaned up the most that he could and gave his hand a little yank to pull Blaine closer. "Hey, hey, come here."
Blaine moved, then sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss to Kurt's temple. Kurt closed his eyes and allowed himself to take the moment in. "I'm sorry," he muttered, kissing the side of Kurt's face softly. "I just – the entire time you were in surgery I was freaking out, and when the doctor came out my heart wouldn't stop pounding, but then you were fine and out of surgery and you have hear and-" He stopped then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he said again.
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm freaking out."
Kurt let out a tired laugh. "I think I kind of like you when you freak out. Your cheeks turn red and it's really cute."
Blaine snickered. "I'm glad you find my freaking out cute. It makes me feel so good, you have no idea."
Kurt giggled, then let out a tired hum. "God, I'm tired. But I just woke up, why is that?"
Blaine moved down slightly and trailed kisses across his jaw, then planted a final one just under Kurt's lower lip. "You were put under with anesthesia. You're going to be tired for a while, babe."
Kurt hummed again. "I'm gonna fall asleep now, 'kay?"
Blaine nodded against his chin. "Of course. I'll stay here until you wake up again. Good night."
"G'night..."
He let his eyelids fall down, and fell deep into sleep's embrace.
He spent another week in the hospital before he was released with a list of medications to take and orders to not do anything hard or tiring. While he thought that the rules were slightly exaggerated, he decided to follow them when he found himself panting from exhaustion after trying to make his family breakfast.
For a while, his house was full of friends and family visiting, and while most of the visits took place with him on the couch or in his bed with very bad cases of bed-hair, he didn't really mind. During all of the visits, Blaine's hand was in his; feeling that comfort was amazing.
Then on day someone mentioned going and visiting the boy's grave. The boy's grave, the one that gave Kurt his heart. Kurt had inhaled sharply, leaving Blaine to stare at him, then reach over and place a hand on where he knew the scar was. "Do you... Do you think that I should go?"
Blaine had thought about it, but then nodded. "I think that we should go."
..
Kurt didn't like putting roses on graves.
He always felt most vulnerable standing in front of a grave, a pack of flowers in his hand. Maybe it was the raw emotion that seemed to come out of everyone when they came face to face with reality, that yes, their loved one was gone. He'd felt that same way when he'd been brought to his mom's grave a few days after she'd been buried.
Now, normally he didn't visit stranger's graves, at all, but this – this was important, and he had to do it. Gripping the flower bouquet tightly in his hands he took a deep breath and took the necessary steps forward, then froze.
Someone else was already at the grave, standing stiffly with their hands in their pockets. Kurt bit his lip, debating whether or not to continue with his journey. Yes, he finally decided. He needed to do this, no matter how awkward it would be. As he drew closer he could see another figure, firmly latched on to the man with his hands in his pockets. When he got as close as he dared he turned and faced the grave, reading the name engraved into the stone:
Kevin Larson
Beloved son and boyfriend
He will be forever missed and loved.
1989 – 2010
Kurt inhaled sharply, and that drew the attention from the two others standing by him.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing here?"
His head shot up to see the man staring at him coldly; the woman hadn't even budged from her spot, her hands holding the man's right arm in a death grip.
"Young man, you heard me. What are you doing here?"
Kurt bit his lip tightly. "I was just visiting," he said, holding up the flowers. The man's eyes narrowed.
"Did you know him? At all? Because I don't remember ever seeing you at any of the house parties we threw, or when his friends came over."
Kurt shook his head. "No, I didn't know him personally, but-"
"Then I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the man said sternly. "We're still mourning. We don't need random people walking up and ruining that."
Kurt let go of a breath he didn't even know that he'd been holding. He took a few steps forward and bent down, placing the flowers next to the grave. "I'm sorry," he said, standing up to go.
"Wait."
It was the woman who'd spoken. Kurt turned around. She'd finally let go of her husband's arm and had taken a tentative step forward, her hand outstretched. "How did you know him?"
The older man sighed. "Mary-"
"No, Evan. Just let me ask this boy a question. It's not going to ruin our mourning period." She turned her intense gaze back to Kurt, who was fiddling with his hands, trying not to seem too intimidated. "Please tell me how you knew where to find his grave."
Kurt sighed. "I found out his name from my doctor," he answered honestly. "I just wanted to know the name of the person who saved my life."
Mary took another step forward. "He saved your life?"
Kurt nodded, looking back at the grave. Unconsciously, his left hand drifted up and landed on his scar; he could feel his new heart – Kevin's heart – pulsing lively, letting him live right this second. He heard Mary inhale sharply, then a second later felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up into Mary's gaze, slightly worried about what she'd say.
"I'm glad that, even in death, our son was able to help someone out. In his final act, he saved a life. Thank you."
He stared at her, confused. "What do you mean?"
She gave him a watery smile, then stepped back and took her husband's hand. "A part of him is still in this world today. It makes me think that where ever he is, he's happy. So, thank you."
She waved as her husband took one last look at the grave then pulled her towards the other exit on the far side. Kurt watched them go, not quite knowing what to say. He stood there for a few moments, listening to the breeze around him until he felt an arm slip around his waist.
"Babe, you okay? Who was that?"
"They were Kevin Larson's parents, Blaine."
Blaine grip around his waist tightened. "Are you okay?"
Kurt shrugged. "I'm not sure..." He turned his head and let it fall on to Blaine's shoulder. "But I will be. I'm ready to head back now. I talked to my mom, and I gave my respects for Kevin, even though it wasn't in the way that I wanted to."
Blaine nodded, pressed a kiss to his temple. "How about you go wait by the gate for a second? I'll be there shortly."
When Kurt was out of hearing range, Blaine turned back to the grave and bent down. He stared at the name engraved and inhaled, then exhaled sharply. "I have no words to fully describe how thankful I am to you. I'm terribly sorry that you had to die, but..." He straightened his back and glanced over his shoulder so that he could see Kurt standing by the gate, his phone out and his fingers moving. A smile grew and he looked back at the grave. "I really don't know what I would have done if he'd died. He's my everything, and all I can do is say thank you, over and over." He stood up, then sighed. "I'll probably be coming back to visit you. Just to make sure you understand how thankful I am."
With a soft smile donning his face, Blaine walked over to Kurt, took his arm, then kissed his cheek and led them out to the area where Blaine had parked. "How are you holding up this summer?"
Kurt sighed, letting Blaine open the passenger door for him, then slid into the seat. "I'm taking a few online classes to make up some of the credits I didn't get while I was in the hospital, so... Yay for school?"
Blaine let out a small laugh, but reached over and took Kurt's left hand. "How many credits do you have to take this summer?"
"I'm only taking about three because most of the other ones that I needed were full by the time I'd signed up. I'm going to take the remaining one during school this year."
"So your dad is letting you go back?"
Kurt let out a snicker and squeezed Blaine's hand. "I think that he'd find it very hard to convince to convince me to home-school. And he'd be an awful teacher."
"At least he lets you out of the house when you want."
"Today is the first time he's done that, Blaine, and it's only because I practically begged him, then said that you'd be coming with me."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so that's the only reason you wanted to see me today? So that you could get out?"
Kurt let a grin appear on his face. "No, I also wanted you for your gas mileage. It's much better than mine is."
Blaine nodded. "Okay, okay. I see what I truly am to you."
They laughed together for a while, and then Blaine asked, "Do you want to go out for some ice cream? We have a while before you're supposed to be back at your house."
"Ooh, I'd love that, actually. I haven't had ice cream in forever."
Blaine let his jaw drop dramatically. "Kurt Hummel. That is just blasphemy against dairy items!"
"Believe it or not I haven't really been one for many dairy products."
His phone beeped on the way to the ice cream store and he opened it up to see a text from Tina, telling him about a Glee party that was going to happen two weeks before school. You have to be there, the text said. Put this in your calender.
And bring your boyfriend. You two are so adorable together, and it'll be great to see you smiling like you do when you're around him.
Another text message arrives after he finishes putting the Glee party into his calender. And don't forget about the pre-Hawaii shopping trip this Saturday!
He didn't even know that they'd arrived at the ice cream shop until his door opened and Blaine held out a hand for him to take. "Oh, sorry! I got a message from Tina telling me about a glee party before school starts. You have been invited."
"Well," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand and pulling him out of the car. "How can I refuse something like that?"
Blaine ordered them both cookie dough and vanilla, double-scooped, then joined Kurt at the table in the corner and placed Kurt's bowl of ice cream in front of him. They ate in silence for a while until Blaine cleared his throat. "Are you sure that you want me to come with you on the trip?"
Kurt's spoon froze, halfway to his mouth. "What do you mean?"
Blaine made a shrugging motion with his shoulders and hands. "Well, isn't this some sort of... honeymoon type of thing? It'll be odd to impose."
Kurt let out a bark of laughter, then brought the spoon back to his mouth. "I doubt that my dad will have any issue with you joining, Blaine. He loves you." He reached out and took Blaine's hand in a way that would seem like a thank you gesture to any one else watching, but to them meant a lot more then that. "You helped me through one of the most horrible times of my life, remember?"
Blaine nodded. "Okay, you can talk to him then."
In the end Kurt was able to convince his dad to let Blaine come a long (it took a while, but Kurt had a hunch that maybe his dad wasn't agreeing for the fun of it, because when he agreed to it finally, it was straight away). The trip to Hawaii was for three weeks and while he didn't get a tan, he didn't get a burn either. Everyone else, though, came back darker, and a week after they'd returned found him staring at his arm, which was sitting next to Blaine's on the coffee table.
"My god, I'm a ghost. I bet you that I glow in the dark!"
Blaine let out a laugh then began to run his hand up and down Kurt's arm. "Don't worry about it. You said that you'd never been able to tan so-"
"I know that! But look at me!"
Blaine's eyes darkened slightly and his grip around Kurt's arm tightened just a bit. "Oh, I am."
Kurt flushed, but rolled his eyes. "So are we still going to the party tonight?"
Blaine nodded, then finished off the rest of his ice cream. "And we'll stay as long as there isn't any beer or wine. I told you about the horrible time of my life when I got drunk and completely embarrassed myself in front of everyone there?"
"No, you didn't tell me."
"Well, there you go. I got drunk and embarrassed myself in front of everyone. So if there is any drinking going on, we leave. Pronto. Like Finn does when he sees Rachel storming over to him with a new piece of music."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "There's going to be no drinking, I promise you."
And there wasn't any drinking at the party, all though Kurt was seventy-eight percent positive that Puck showed up drunk. He and Blaine had arrived a few minutes early to help Tina set up. The party was being hosted at her house, seeing as her parents were going out for a late movie and dinner. "They said they'd probably be out all night. Because they might want to see more movies...? Well, that's what my mom told me, so we have the house all night. To ourselves."
The party went off on a swing, with music blasting and people chowing down on the chips like they hadn't eaten in years. Mercedes had arrived right on time with Sam, and when she saw him, she dumped everything that she'd brought into Sam's arms and made a bee-line over to him, Kurt smirking the whole while. He knew they were dating, even though they tried to keep it a secret.
"Hey, Kurt! How're you doing?"
He leaned up slightly from his spot on the couch and gave her a hug that she met halfway. "I'm doing great, how are you?"
He moved over so that he was squished up against Blaine and allowed her room to sit down next to them. She took it and grabbed his hands. "I'm doing just fine," she said softly, staring at him with intense eyes.
He moved his upper body back a bit, which caused Blaine to take his shoulders in his hands and kiss the back of his neck. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Mercedes let out a sniff and Kurt froze.
"Mercedes, I didn't-"
She shook her head, then let go of his hands to wipe a tear away. "It's not that, Kurt. I just... I still can't believe that you're here. I thought that... I prepared for the worst and-"
Kurt bit his lip, then reached for her. She fell into his arms, crying softly, and he planted a kiss on the top of her head, vaguely feeling Blaine's fingers on his back. "It's okay, Mercedes. I'm here now, you know."
She pulled back and he was relieved to see that she had a watery grin on her face. "I know, I know. You're still here, and you're still saving me from all of my possible fashion disasters."
He nodded happily. "You've got that right."
No one else cried in front of him once the party got into full motion. Sam had slapped him on the back when he'd opened the door for him, then handed him one of the many pizza boxes that he'd brought and said, "I got this one especially for you. It's the veggie one. No one else will eat it, so there you go."
Mike ended up showing up late with Puck, each of them carrying in packs of coke products and tubs of ice cream. Finn, along with Rachel, brought over Dance Dance Revolution, Guitar Hero and Rock Band, which was enough to pull all of the guys' attention to the TV, allowing Kurt to sit back and watch Blaine laugh, sing and dance a long with the rest of the guys.
He didn't remember when, exactly, he fell asleep, but he did remember watching Puck attempt to teach Blaine how to play a certain guitar part in Guitar Hero. Blaine had been laughing, looking adorable like always, and then the next thing Kurt knew he was waking up with Blaine's arms wrapped around him and the sounds of snoring filling his ears.
Groaning, he stretched out his legs and shifted slightly, feeling Blaine's arms tighten around him more. "Babe, go back 'tsleep. S'night-night."
"We weren't supposed to end up spending the night, Blaine. We're going to get in trouble."
"No we'ot. Called your dad. Said spendin' t'night."
Kurt pulled away from Blaine's arms and reached down to where his jacket was sitting on the floor by the couch.
"Babe, no," Blaine called out tiredly. "You're warm!"
Kurt dug his phone out and unlocked it, his head jerking back when the light hit his eyes. Blaine's arms around him pulled back a bit, yanking him with them, and his boyfriend groaned. "Could've warned a guy, you know?" he said, sounding very much awake.
"Ugh, it's five in the morning," he said, putting his phone back down and allowing Blaine to pull him back against his chest.
"That gives us plenty of time to go back to sleep," Blaine said softly, nuzzling and kissing Kurt's neck softly.
They laid together in silence for a while, Kurt rubbing his hand up and down Blaine's arm. Eventually, though, Blaine let out a huff. "Now I'm too awake to even try to go back to sleep," he whispered in Kurt's ear. "Sit up for me, will you?"
Kurt frowned at him, but sat up anyway, feeling Blaine following the movement. He turned his upper body around in Blaine's lap and had to smile. Blaine's hair was always wild when woke up from sleeping, no matter how much hair gel he'd used the day before. Unable to resist the urge, Kurt reached over and ran a hand through his curls. Blaine's eyes slipped closed and a drowsy smile took over his face. "I like your curls," Kurt said softly. "You shouldn't wear so much hair gel."
"But it gets all messy and out of control if I don't."
Kurt hummed, then leaned forward and kissed Blaine's forehead. A light sigh of happiness escaped Blaine's lips, so he began to trail kisses down Blaine's face; he kisses his left temple, then his right, both cheeks, the corner of Blaine's mouth, and then finally his lips. He made the kiss short, though (and from Blaine's sad moan as he pulled away, Kurt could tell that he was also disappointed), then pulled away completely.
"No – wait," Blaine said as Kurt left his lap to stand and grab the blanket lying on the floor by Artie's empty wheelchair. "You're warm, come back! Where are you going?"
Kurt bent down, reached into his bag and grabbed a worn, rather old looking notebook. He tossed it at Blaine. "Look at number twelve, okay?" He said with a wink. He gathered up the blanket and headed outside, closing the door as quietly as he could.
Slightly confused, Blaine reached down into Kurt's bag to grab Kurt's cell phone. He turned it on, blinked at the harsh light and then flipped the note book open, holding the phone upside down so the light was shining on the page.
Number 1: Fall in love.
Number 2: see a musical (any musical) on Broadway.
Number 3: finally get the courage to go and eat sushi.
Number 3 – edited: (why did I say go eat sushi? That's never going to happen) go deep sea diving.
Number 4: go to my senior prom.
Blaine stared down at the notebook. This... This was Kurt's Bucket List. It was everything that he'd planned on doing before he died. He'd written all of it down when he thought that he didn't have long to live...
Oh my god...
He ran a hand down the page, trying to stop himself from crying. He cleared his throat, then turned the page, scanning quickly to find number twelve.
Number 12: watch the sunrise.
(number 12: note: Not with just anyone, though. I want it to be a romantic one, with a boyfriend or... maybe someone who is just interested with me).
Blaine smiled, wondering how old Kurt had been when he'd written that wish down. His handwriting reminded him of a younger teenagers. Blaine was about to close the notebook when he noticed, under the note for number twelve, something else written that had been mostly erased. He bent down and brought the light closer, his eyes straining to see what had been written. The handwriting was different, and more mature, looking a lot like today's Kurt's handwriting.
Edit: number 12: ...who am I kidding? This one won't ever happen. Like any of these will ever happen. ...especially number one.
Blaine flipped back to the first page to reread number one.
Fall in love.
Biting his lip, Blaine closed the notebook. He really didn't think that any of these would come true...
It didn't even take him a second before he was bolting off of the couch and hurrying outside, notebook still in hand. Kurt was sitting on the lawn, curled up in the blanket and his face turned up to the sky. Blaine hurried over, his arms folded tightly to his side, and sat down next to Kurt, who opened the blanket up and kissed his cheek.
"Hi," he said as he plastered himself to Kurt's side. "You're warm. Come closer."
Kurt laughed, but allowed himself to be situated so that his back was resting against Blaine's chest. "Thank you for joining me."
Blaine let his head fall against the side of Kurt's head and let out a small laugh. "No problem. Did you want this to be a talking while watching the sunrise thing? Or a quiet one."
"Hmm, a quiet one, if you don't mind."
"That's perfectly fine with me."
Blaine had only watched one sunrise in his life. He'd been ten, and his father had gotten him up at three to take him to the "spot where my dad and I would watch the sunrise every weekend". He'd hated being dragged up the hill and had fallen and scraped his knees more time than he'd cared to count.
But once he'd been set down on the rock at the top of the hill and had looked up to the sky he had to say that it had been worth it. The sunrise had been gorgeous. All warm colors and just... It had been amazing for him.
While that sunrise had been beautiful, for some reason this one was even more beautiful. He stared up at it, not talking, and his arms wrapped around the love of his life. "Oh god," he whispered, not even registering that he had. "This is amazing..."
There was no reply, so Blaine tilted his head and glanced down at Kurt. "Babe?"
Kurt's eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he breathed evenly. Blaine let out a soft chuckle, then kissed Kurt's temple.
"Good night, Kurt," he said softly, allowing his eyes to close.
Ten minutes later, they shot open again. He sat up slightly, then reached around him to grab the notebook and bring it out of the covers. He placed it on Kurt's folded legs and opened it, scanning each page quickly, making a mental note of which wishes could be completed during their senior year. When he was done, he tucked the notebook behind him again, then gathered Kurt more securely in his arms, kissed him one more time, then let his eyes close as the sun continued to rise in the distance as he thought of which wish on Kurt's list he should start with.
Number 32: picnic while stargazing. (so what if I'm romantic? I want to do it)
Humming a little to himself, Blaine gave in to the urge to give Kurt's temple another kiss. "Your romantic side is adorable, though, Kurt."
In his arms, Kurt mumbled something incoherently, then managed out, "l've you, Blaine."
God, Blaine was just too in love with the boy in his arms. His heart full of happiness, he shifted them so that they were lying on the ground, then spent the rest of the sunrise just looking at his boyfriend. "I love you too, Kurt. I love you too."
Author's notes: So this is the beginning of the way overdue sequel to The Light at the End. I hope that you all enjoyed this, and please let me know what you thought! As you can tell, this fic is going to be full of happiness, love, and chocolate.
With the occasional angst.
Because I can.
:)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and again, let me know what you thought, please? It would make my day/week/Valentines/existence.
Love you all,
UO
