AN: Hello fellow Klainers. I know many of you guys are getting discouraged like myself was about our favorite fabulous couple, but I gave in and looked up some spoilers...Don't worry if you are not one of those people who likes spoilers, I'm not going to point them out. I only say this because there are intertwined in my story. Since I'm not pointing out which "scenes" are the spoilers, you won't know what I've read so no worries (if this story catches on anyhow)

Now, I know I'm bad about getting discouraged about stories or can't figure out where I want to take it next, but NOT THIS ONE! I've got it all mapped out. Feel free to bug me constantly to update- If I get my way they will be very often but life may have other plans.

Disclaimer: Obviously if I owned the show, I wouldn't be writing my ideas here and Klaine would have smooth sailing as would Britana. Unfortunately this is to publicly state I'm not RIB, Fox, or anything else related to the show and take NO claim to it. I own a laptop, that is all "( Great, now I'm gonna go cry in a corner now haha

CHAPTER 1
Coming Home

Kurt was staring at his phone for the third time in ten minutes while sitting at a table in a little cafe. He was so wrapped up in his own little bubble that he didn't see his date getting irritated more each minute at his lack of conversation.

"Kurt, what has got you so damn distracted?" Adam said, his accent even heavier with annoyance.

"Sorry Adam, just thinking about my glee club's teacher. He is getting married in a few days to the school counselor and it's gonna be amazing. Miss Pillsberry kept texting me for weeks getting my advice on color schemes and bridesmaids dresses."

"And you're going?

"Duh, I promised I wouldn't miss it. Mr. Shue would be disappointed if we weren't all there. Besides, I want to see how they pulled it all together. All I know is that the bridesmaids dresses will be lavender and the colors are lavender, fuscia and gold. She's really excited to show me. I planned my dad's wedding, you know," pride evident in his voice.

"Well," The look of annoyance hadn't left Adam's face.

"Well what?" Kurt was confused.

"Aren't you going to invite me to go with you? I mean, I want to meet your friends too. We've been dating now for a few weeks and it seems these people are important to you. Don't you want to show us off?"

"Oh...well, umm..." Kurt fumbled, "I don't know. It's kinda new for us, you know? And my ex is going to be there. It's just really not the best time."

"Oh, your ex is going to be there?"

"Yes, he is. Why?"

"Well I am not sure I am comfortable with you hanging out with your ex, to be honest. Especially without me. Either I go with you, or we can look at pictures together when they send them. I'm sure they will understand. Yes, that really is the best option. I don't think the Adam's Apples' vocal training can take a haitus, honestly." Adam trailed.

"Adam I am going. I have to!" Kurt's angelic voice laced with disbelief, "Are you really trying to tell me I can't go?"

"Well, Kurt, I can't go with you, and obviously you knew your ex was going to be there at this wedding. Either you are ashamed of us or you are wanting to go behind my back to be with that bloody schoolboy!"

"You are way out of line there, Mister. You have NO idea what life was like for me growing up. It's not shame, Adam, it's survival. And secondly, I DON'T CHEAT! If you had listened to me at all you would know that's the exact reason Blaine and I broke up!" His pale features reddened with anger.

"Kurt, calm down. There's no need to argue here. It's simple really- all set. You can video chat with them for a short while during the wedding, see the 'I Do's' and then we can go on with our lives. You don't need to be there. You can see everything through a webcam. It's even cheaper that way!" Kurt's jaw dropped at this, "Then afterward we can go to dinner or something in celebration. Now let's finish up here. We have thirty-five minutes until practice. You can text your friends in the car to tell them of our compromise."

"You arrogant jerk! Do you honestly think that settles it?"
"It is a compromise, Kurt. You do know what that means, dont you?" Adam laughed condensendingly.

"I fail to see where the compromise is. All I see in that is you getting your way. You know what, Adam? FUCK YOU!" Kurt swipes his drink off the table and gets up to leave, only to be stopped by Adam's tight clutch upon Kurt's wrist.

"Ouch Adam, let me go!"
"Oh, I don't think so, Kurt. We're leaving. And you are going to pay for embarrassing me so publicly. Let's go." Kurt struggled to get out of his grasp but each way he squirmed, Adam's clutch would just get impossibly tighter, "Good boy, Kurt, now lets hail a taxi," Adam said when Kurt quit struggling. Some of the patrons wanted to say something by the looks on their faces, but did nothing. Adam lead Kurt out of the door and stuck his free arm out. All Kurt knew was he was in some major trouble.

The taxi ride was quiet for the duo, Adam's hand never leaving Kurt's wrist, never lessining in pressure. Afraid of what another outburst would cause, Kurt kept silent. This seemed to please Adam enough to release Kurt momentarily long enough to pay the driver. The moment Kurt reached for the handle, however, Adam snatched his arm again with a hardened look in his eyes. Letting himself be painfully lead into his own apartment, Kurt wondered if it would be a good thing or a bad thing if Rachel was home. Upside? She'd see what Adam was doing. Downside? He may hurt her as well, and Kurt didn't want that.

Luckily for Rachel, she was walking down the staircase when the pair saw her. All smiles, she was oblivious to the pain her friend was in. Calling to Kurt about meeting Brody someplace and a wink, Rachel was out of the building. 'The one time I need Brody to be with Rachel here..." Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes. He never had much luck.

"Alright, so we are going to ignore your little outburst today at the cafe..." Adam started as soon as the door was shut.

"Who the hell do you think you are, huh? You can not put your hands on me like that!" Kurt interrupted him. He opened his mouth to say more but was silenced by Adam's back hand.

"You will not speak to me like that, do you understand me? I was ready to let today's incident go, but if you insist on continuing your little tantrum, I'll have to punish you. To be honest, though, Kurt? It was kind of sexy..." his anger-filled eyes suddenly darkening with lust.

"No." Kurt backed away. Before he could say more, he was pushed up against the sliding door, Adam's hands pulling at his shirt to untuck it, "Adam, stop it!" he tried to push him away but Adam was refusing to budge, completely ignoring Kurt's pleas. When Kurt shoved hard enough and refused a kiss- that's when it got really ugly. Thrown to the floor, Kurt scurried away as fast as he could. Unfortunately Adam caught up with him in ease, yanking Kurt's shirt off, unbuttoning his own pants.

"You will enjoy this, you bitch." Adam growled while he yanked Kurt's pants down. He was groping Kurt despite his protests. Then, Kurt did the only thing he could think of. He punched him.

"You little BITCH!" Adam lunged but Kurt was ready now, bringing his knee up to meet an exposed sensative part. Adam's scream proved Kurt had hit point.

"GET OUT!" Kurt yelled, "Yeah, FYI, Blaine, my ex, was a boxer now get the HELL OUT OF MY APARTMENT! I don't EVER want to see you near me again!" And he through the door open wide. Needing no furthur encouragement, Adam fled.

It wasn't two hours later when Kurt finally stopped seeing red. He looked down at his appearance of wearing nothing but his boxers and saw his shredded clothes on the floor. It wasn't until then that Kurt started to hyperventilate and cry. This is how Rachel found him that night when she walked in with Brody. One look had her running to him, worried when he shied away from her touch. Brody spoke first, deciphering answers through Kurt's hiccups. When Brody asked Kurt if he wanted him to call the cops, Kurt shook his head no.

"No, Brody- hiccup -I'll be alright. -hiccup- Rachel, can we leave -hiccup- early? I need to get away."

"Kurt, Brody's right. We need to call the cops. Adam needs to be arr-"

"No! I just want to get away. I don't think Adam will be trying anything anytime soon. He'll probably need plastic surgery for his nose. Not to mention he'll probably be too sore down there, so he will not be doing that kind of activity again for a long while." Kurt's hiccups subsided. With that, he got up and walked to his bed, pulling out his roll-away suitcase and began packing what he would need for his trip. Deciding he could not be argued with, Rachel followed suit, Brody helping her.

The next morning, Kurt and Rachel were up bright and early, showered and dressed comfortably for the plane. They were sitting at the breakfast table with their phones in companionable silence when Brody walked in. Unlike Adam, Brody was completely alright with Rachel leaving him behind.

"Got your suitcases by the door. You guys got everything?" He questioned.
"Yes, Kurt my dad's will be picking us up from the airport," Rachel said, matter of factly.
"Actually...Blaine wants to pick me up. He wants to talk in private so..."

"Oh..okay then," Rachel says, suprised. Thirty minutes later, the duo was exiting a cab at the airport, Kurt grabbing the bags from the trunk and walking through the doors, ready to face the horror that was airport security. Rachel pretended not to notice Kurt flinching any time someone bumped into him.

Shaking Rachel awake, Kurt put his seatbelt on, readying himself for the landing. It had been a quiet flight, giving Kurt too much time to think. Rachel was still trying to completely wake up when the flight landed and soon they were grabbing their bags and looking for their loved ones. Rachel raced over to her dads when she saw them, her squeal so high pitched Kurt swore it almost matched a dog whistle.

"Hey there stranger," Kurt spun around, shaken from his thoughts, to see Blaine waiting for him, his grin gracing his already handsome features. For a moment, Kurt forgot everything that happened since that night. Adam was completely forgotten, and it was just like that first meeting on the Dalton staircase. Shaking himself back into reality, Kurt sighed and smiled at him.

"Hey yourself," Kurt said in greeting. Blaine stepped foward and took Kurts bag. Kurt's flinch did not go unnoticed by the hazel-eyed boy and gave him a look that clearly stated so. To distract from any questions, Kurt wraps his arms around the shorter boy for a second. It seems to work in squashing Blaine's questions.

"So, you ready to go? Your dad can't wait to see you and Carole's practically singing she's so excited. Finn has even dressed nicely!"

"Wow, I really was missed, huh?" Kurt laughs.

"Yeah. Everybody misses you," Blaine's smile wanes a little, so Kurt loops his arm loosely around Blaine's for a moment, giving him a reassuring smile.

"I've missed everybody too. Like crazy!" And smiling they pack Kurt's things into Blaine's car.

"So...how has everything been going? You like NYADA? Is it really all that amazing? I'm so glad Isabel is being flexible so you can go to school too." Blaine starts.

"Yeah, it's really great! I am dropping out of the Adam's Apples though..." Kurt starts.

"Why? Don't you and that guy have something?" Blaine tries to keep the hurt and envy from his words but it was obvious to Kurt.

"No. That didn't work out."
"Oh. Can I ask what happened?" Even as Blaine's mood lightens, Kurt faulters.
"Um...He didn't want me coming here for the wedding. He thought I was going to cheat." Kurt says before he realized what that sounded like.
"Blaine, I'm sor.."
"No, don't be. It's true, I deserve that. I figure it's like this, I know what I did. I can't change it. All I can do is remind myself just how badly it feels and remind myself cheating isn't worth it. I know I'll never do it again. I just have to prove it to you. Even if you don't take me back, I want to prove it to you."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, can we just save this conversation for when I'm not driving?" Blaine chuckles, fighting the emotion trying to take over.
"Alright...umm, so you know I'm following Lady Gaga on Twitter right? Well you won't believe what she posted!"

And just like that, the two were endlessly talking, both avoiding the heavier subjects, and soon they were once again in a Katy Perry vs. Lady Gaga debate, which got them practicing their duet for the wedding. They didn't notice the time passing and it felt like old times. They didn't quiet down once until they pulled up in front of Kurt's home.

"Umm... Kurt, we are here. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Blaine's face clearly showed he didn't want the night to end, but knew it had to.

"Why don't you come in for dinner? It's Friday and Dad said he'd be home tonight for a Friday night dinner."

"Only if it's okay with your Dad." As if on cue, Burt's baseball cap clad head poked out the front door.

"Kurt, Blaine, your plates will get cold if you don't get in here soon!"
"Well, that answers that, then doesn't it?" Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes. They got out of the car and walked in silence. Kurt was thinking how unnatural it felt to be this far from him. Even at school they always walked shoulder to shoulder, and Kurt didn't like the distance so he stepped closer to Blaine.

Blaine was thinking how odd it was to be coming here tonight. He couldn't count all the Friday Night Dinners he'd come to with Kurt, and now that Kurt was in New York, he'd promised to never miss one for Kurt and he'd kept that promise. He figured at least that would be one promise he would keep. When he felt Kurt's arm touch this, he smiled. He knew it was probably a sub-conscious decision but it was little things like that that reminded Blaine that Kurt still loved him. Love didn't fix or excuse anything he did, but it gave him hope that one day Kurt might be able to forgive him.

Dinner was pleasant. Burt practically pounced on Kurt and vise versa. Carole practically tackled him and true to what Blaine told him, Finn did dress nicely. It wasn't enough to get him to eat like a human being, but Kurt figured he'd take whatever he could get. After all, it took millenia to change a caveman into a business man. Kurt couldn't help but thinking that this is how it was supposed to be. Burt on his left and Blaine on his right, talking to Carole about his job and listening to Finn about glee club- Kurt didn't want the night to be any other way. When dinner was finished and the kitchen cleaned up (by Carole and Finn- the latter suprised Kurt, but hey, it was a happy surprise) they turned on the tv.

Blaine noticed it was getting late. Deciding that he had to get going, he patted Kurt's knee getting his attention. "Hey I'm gonna head home. I'll meet you here then in the morning?"

"Nope. No way, Anderson. It's too late for you to be driving. Call your parents. They aren't going to the wedding anyhow, right? It will save you on gas if you just sleep on the couch tonight."

"Oh I don't know..."
"Blaine, he's right, it's way too late for you to be driving, and you have your clothes for tomorrow in your car, right? You can borrow some of mine or Finn's clothes to sleep in. Besides, you'd get much more sleep this way too, and you can't look tired in the pictures." Kurt grinned.
"Oh well, for the sake of the pictures," Blaine tried to keep a serious face but failed. Kurt got up and went to make Blaine, Finn, and himself glasses of warm milk to help sleep and Burt and Carole headed off to bed. Three gulps and a belch later, Finn was done with his and bounded up the stairs to his room, leaving the former lovers alone. They sipped their milk in companionable boarderline awkward silence until Kurt suddenly stood up and walked away. Five minutes later, he returned with a pillow and a blanket, but not just any blanket, Blaine noticed, smiling.

"I got you a pillow from my bed and your blanket. I figured it'd help you sleep better. If we are both in for the same kind of night, I think it's best if we are comfortable at least," Kurt chuckled quietly.

"Well, in that case..." Blaine stood up, taking his cardigan off and handing it to Kurt, "I'm not the only one that remembers." Kurt took the cardigan with a small smile and watery eyes.
"Kurt...you will never understand how sorry I am." And Kurt gave a small nod, clutched the cardigan to his chest and turned to walk away. After a moment's hesitation, Kurt turned back around, grabbed Blaine's shirt, and kissed him on the cheek.

"You will never understand how much I want to forget. Goodnight Blaine."

"Good night, Kurt. I love you, remember that."

"I've loved you longer," and with that, Kurt left Blaine alone in the livingroom.
All Blaine could think about that night was that maybe everything would be okay.