Authors Note: I am not going to lie, this chapter is terrible. It is mostly filler, but has a few important details. And also, I am REALLY sorry for the delay.

[Revamped January 2012]

Beta: gottriplets


Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a thing. Kurt belongs to Blaine, Blaine belongs to Kurt, and they all belong to someone who is not me. Got it? In addition, title comes from 'Someone Like You' by Adele, which I ALSO do not own. Jeesh.


PRESENT:

When Kurt finally pulled himself up off the ground, he was frozen to the bone.

He traipsed the short way back to his apartment, the same apartment that he and Blaine shared two years ago.

When Kurt finally reached his bedroom, he collapsed on the bed without even taking off his clothes.

He didn't understand how when his life had finally gotten back on track, that Blaine had to come back into his life and destroy it all over again.

The feeling of bitterness and worthlessness came back as if it had never left.

On the nightstand, a white card stood out against the mahogany end table. Sleek cursive typed lettering at the topic, and a short note written near the bottom in Blaine's handwriting.

You are cordially invited to
the wedding of:
Blaine Anderson & Jeremy Charles

Kurt,
Will you be my best man?
It would mean the world to me.
- Blaine.


Kurt woke the next day and did not move from the spot he was in. His phone in his pocket rang and vibrated many times, but Kurt did not move from that spot.

He drifted in and out of sleep for most of the day, and when five o'clock finally struck, Kurt finally got up out of bed, stripped off his clothes and got into the shower, turning the temperature to the hottest it could go.

Every time Kurt thought he was finished crying, more tears would come out.

Kurt spent the entire time in the shower crying until the water ran cold. He finally got out, slowly dried himself off and grabbed the largest hoodie he owned and a ratty pair of Blaine's old sweatpants that were left when he moved out.

After getting dressed, Kurt went to the kitchen and pulled some left over Chinese from the refrigerator. Kurt ate slowly after heating his food and took his time cleaning up.

He did not understand why when his life had just gotten back on track that Blaine decided to come back to mess it all up again. It made him think of the perfect song lyric for this moment.

"You can't begin to know,
The pain you've caused.
How do I make sense of what I've gained,
And what I lost?
What a mess, a perfect mess.
Left alone to sort it out.
In the sorrow, guilt, and rage,
I keep coming back to doubt."


Kurt walked into the den slash library. It had been Blaine's favorite place when he lived there, and the only room Blaine had not taken anything from when he left. It was also the only room that Kurt had not changed at all since Blaine's departure, only because this was the first time since Blaine left that Kurt had been able to force himself to enter it. Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and walked to Blaine's desk, sitting down in the chair and running his arms up and down the armrests.

Kurt sat in Blaine's chair gazing around the room; he finally sighed, wiped his face, and stood. As he was walking across the room, he tripped over a protruding floorboard.

Kurt sat next to the board and ran his finger across it. He noticed tool marks on the end of it, and realized that someone had taken this board out before. Kurt cocked his head to the side, stood up and walked over to Blaine's desk, picking up the letter opener sitting on it.

Kurt walked back over to the floorboard and stuck the letter opener into the protruding part of the floorboard, gently peeling it back from the rest.

When Kurt finally popped the floorboard out, he gazed into the hole. He reached his hand in and pulled out an envelope.

Kurt raised his eyebrow and used the letter opener to open the envelope.

Kurt turned open the envelope, and a ring fell out. Kurt picked the ring off the floor and placed it in his palm. It was a simple ring, platinum with curved lines across the outside.

"No way," Kurt said, before picking up the ring with his left hand and placing it on the ring finger of his left hand.

It was a perfect fit.

Kurt's eyes filled with tears again, trying to figure out what was going on. Blaine had told him that the ring he was wearing was the one he bought for Kurt, but an identical one was currently resting on Kurt's left hand.

Something was not right.

Kurt picked up the envelope again and pulled out a letter; opening it, he gazed at Blaine's familiar handwriting, and began reading.


Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known
How bittersweet this would taste?