A/N: Oh, really long time no see on this one, huh? Well, most of it has been sitting in a folder waiting for my muse to stop being the drunken, lazy bitch that she was being. So I've forced myself to divide the last chapter in half, because it was getting long anyways, and it makes it easier on my nerves.

Anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure it's the same as the previous chapters. You'd know if it wasn't. Meaning there would be none of this nine episodes crap and two more season signed on for.

Enjoy!

"Blaine," a voice calls across the apartment, startling the curly-haired teen from his methodic cord playing as he worked through a line of his latest lyrics. He blinked and looked up at the curtain that closed off Kurt and his part of the loft before he stood and stepped away from his key-board. Kurt never called to him as soon as he got home unless it was really important.

...and the kind of important that did not require a grand entrance, which usually lead to important news of the bad verity.

He walked into the living-room with that mentality, prepared for just about anything.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine said with a smile, his stomach doing flips for all kinds of reasons.

He was nervous about the news, but it was really wonderful to get to see his boyfriend home early today after working practically every hour he was not in school these last three weeks at Vogue dot com. Tiring himself into collapsing into the couch asleep before he could even remove his shoes. Blaine did not mind taking care of his exhausted boyfriend, but he disliked seeing him like that. Or that the only time they spent together was at night when Kurt was asleep and in the morning when Blaine was making him breakfast while he went over design sketches and his schedule/to-do list for the day.

Blue-eyes lit up to the brightest Blaine had seen them in weeks when they landed on him, and Kurt rushed over into his arms.

"Oh, Honey," Kurt breathed out a sigh, hands gripping at Blaine's cardigan near his shoulder-blades, "I've missed you so much!"

Blaine sighed in his own relief too, the distance had been reminding him too much of a time just a little over a year ago. He pulled Kurt closer by his waist, hands gripping firmly at his boyfriend's lower back as he whispered into brunette hair, "Me too." (Purposely leaving out the "We just saw each other this morning", because Kurt taking what Blaine made for breakfast, to-go, did not count.)

"Oh, but Blaine!" Kurt pulled away just enough so that they were looking into each other's eyes, "Fashion Week starts Monday! It will be the last week that I will have to work these crazy hours!" He turned his blue-eyes away quickly though, "I'll need a date to the party opening night. If you'll—"

"No," the curly-haired teen said firmly, cutting Kurt off before he could even finish. His posture was ridged as he stepped slightly away from Kurt.

"Blaine—" Kurt tried to reason.

"No!" The shorter teen pulled fully away from the brunette, turning to go back to their room.

"It won't be that bad," he tried again to reason with his boyfriend, "I don't even understand why you—"

"La la la," Blaine began to chant, palms pressed flat again his ears as he moved passed the curtain, back towards his key-board.

"Are you seriously—I can't believe—Ugh!" Kurt through his hands up, not being able to finish his sentences because of how -loud- Blaine was singing that one scale. Before he rolled his eyes up at the ceiling, fingers massaging his temples in frustration, muttering to himself, "Was it really this annoying when I did it?" He needed the moment to just let his mind clear before he quickly followed his (annoyingly) musically (Why do you have to do this right now?) inclined (obnoxious) boyfriend, forcing his hands away from his ears. "Blaine! Please."

The shorter male let out a suffering sigh before he threw himself back across the bed dramatically, bringing Kurt down on top of him because the taller teen did not have enough warning to let go... which just caused him to cry out in indignation. "Calm down," Blaine soothed, running his hands up and down Kurt's back, attempting to placate his boyfriend by at least listening to what he had to say—but only a little bit. "I don't like those kind of events, Kurt."

It was Kurt's turn to sigh, "I know you don't," he began to play with the buttons on Blaine's black polo that he was wearing under his cardigan, not meeting his boyfriend's eyes. "But it would be nice to have a plus-one to show off the way the models get to do all of the time. You know who models date? Other models!"

Every time Kurt mention "models", Blaine grew stiffer and stiffer until the taller boy knew something was wrong by the way Blaine suddenly felt like a plank.

"Really?" Kurt shifted onto his elbows and looked down into those caramel eyes, "Do you not want to go because of the models?"

"Kurt—" Blaine began to whine, eyes closing tightly shut.

The taller teen pushed himself up further, straddling Blaine's thighs, "That's it, isn't it?" He scoffed and proceeded to pull Blaine's shirt out of his pants, lifting (despite the other teen's protests) it so that it was practically up to his chin. With a hand keeping the material up, he was left with one to point at Blaine's stomach, exclaiming (quite loudly), "You're ripped! You have nothing to be ashamed of!"

"It's not a—" the curly haired man huffed as he wrangled his clothes from Kurt's hold, quickly sitting up and wrapping his arms around Kurt's in order to keep them at his sides, "—body issue thing, okay?"

"No, it's not 'okay'! My boyfriend doesn't want to go to a -Fashion Week- party with me!" As much as he wanted to struggle, Kurt knew it was useless; Blaine had caught up a lot on his boxing over the summer—not to mention the workout classes that he took under Coach Sue while waiting to move to New York. A thought came to Kurt suddenly while he looked down into his Blaine's eyes and Kurt's demeanor changed to uncomfortable, biting at his bottom lip at the wave of nerves he whispered, "Is it because they're... tall—er?"

Caramel eyes changed to hazel, gold specks around the iris glowing in anger, "This is not a height thing either!"

"Okay, okay," Kurt said gently, kissing the corner of Blaine's mouth in apology since his arms were still trapped at his sides. "I didn't mean to make you angry. I'm sorry," he continued the kisses until Kurt felt the other teen's lips softening from their pursed state, "I just wanted to get a chance to make all of those other interns jealous that I have such a sexy, awesome, smart, and understanding boyfriend while they can barely keep a cat."

Blaine closed his eyes and sighed faintly; but Kurt saw and heard it, and he had to physically restrain himself from doing a happy-dance in victory—that could wait for later, when he was by himself and there was no way for Blaine to see him do it. "It's just—" Blaine trailed off and looked away, hugging Kurt closer.

This only caused the taller young man to frown and asked worriedly, "What, Honey?"

The curly-haired teen shook his head as he continued, "I just mean that... I don't want to have to watch you have your—hands all over those male models."

A shocked look came over Kurt's face. "You're jealous!" he accused, making Blaine wince. "Aw, Sweetie! There's nothing to be jealous of... or worry about! I don't touch the models, not at a runway show. I'm in charge of getting the clothes in the right dressing areas, making sure the models are in the right line position, keeping track of what outfits have gone out and making sure the hair and make-up artists are doing the right styles to match the clothes." He smiled and kissed Blaine's nose, "Hands completely to myself."

The shorter teen looked off and glared at nothing in particular. It was several long seconds for Kurt before Blaine sighed heavily and let go of his waist, falling back onto the bed in a flop. "Fine."

Still straddling Blaine, Kurt clapped his hands in excitement, completely ready to show off his boyfriend and make more than one person jealous at how good they looked together. "You won't regret it," said the blue-eyed teen leaned over the teen below him, kissing his cheek gently.

"Somehow," Blaine whispered, "I don't think that entirely true."

"Pish-posh," Kurt responded with a smirk, his hands roaming over Blaine's shoulders, across his chest and down his stomach, fingers digging into the hem of his polo. "How about I prove it to you now?"

The shorter teen chuckled and raised a brow, "Suddenly... I am very interested in going to this show."

"I knew you would be."

"That's Cameron, over there in the yellow button down. He's wearing—"

Blaine's head felt like it was caught on a deep sea booey. His boyfriend meant well in trying to involve him in as much as possible, but some of the words and designers were just going over his head. Sure Blaine was familiar with his share of fashion, but that was pretty much limited to the few fashion magazines he picked up. Kurt was submerged in the fashion industry to the point where Blaine's savvy was like wadding through mud, he would get by but it was a whole lot of sinking and sticking to the bottom along the way.

"Oh!" Kurt tugged his arm and pulled him over to a serious (not that the others did not look the same way, he was just... more so) looking male model. "This is Mario, he's on a lot of Vogue photo shoots. He was the guy that helped me calm down enough to call you on my first shoot. Remember?"

"Yes, I do." Blaine smiled at Kurt fondly, but he was a mess on the inside as he glanced back at Mario. He is insanely good looking... This is the guy that helped Kurt? Yeah, nothing to worry about here. Fuck. Despite his undapper thoughts, he stuck out his hand, as was the polite thing to do... and had nothing to do with him flexing his muscle under Kurt's hold as he did so (but he could not deny the sense of accomplishment when Kurt's fingers flexed and tightened around his bicep), "A pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," the model responded, smiling politely and shaking his hand in kind, but it was clearly a front.

"Kurt!"

Blaine let go of the model's hand and turned to see his boyfriend stepping away to meet up with a finely dressed, middle-aged woman. She had the same impeccable taste as Kurt, Blaine could tell by the mere fit of her clothes, and had an air about her that was cheery but in control. As always, the teen thought with a smirk, having met Isabelle Wright many times before when picking up Kurt or going to lunch with him, but this woman never ceased to amaze him.

"I see you've brought the brilliant Blaine with you," she said excitedly and proceeded to kiss Blaine's cheek with a smile. "Unfortunately," Isabelle continued, looking down at her watch then the clipboard she held, "I'm going to have to pull you away from the tour and make you work."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "You know I was doing both!" He smiled though and took hold of the shorter teen's hand, "I'll be done before you know it. You can sit in the green room until the show starts, if you want; I know how you get when there are crowds."

The curly-haired teen nodded and smiled reassuringly, "Okay. Stop by if you can."

"You know I will," Kurt smirked and leaned in to whisper, "These people are useless without me." They both laughed. "I'll text you during the show," with that, a peck on the lips and a flurry of movement, Kurt was gone.

Knowing it was a health risk standing amongst stuffy models, flustered interns, and snippy fashion designers, Blaine turned to make his way back the green room. Hoping to get a few more minutes with his boyfriend before he had to brave being elbow-to-elbow with strangers.

Except, that is not what Mario had in mind.

"How long have you and Kurt been dating?"

The curly-haired (at Kurt's insistence he left most of the gel out for tonight) teen blinked back at the man, confused and a little reluctant to share anything with him—but he was a gentleman through and through. "Since high school," he said politely, leaving out the 'on and off' part.

"High school sweet-hearts, how quaint," the model sniffed. "You followed him here from Ohio?"

Blaine tried not to narrow his eyes in a rude way, but Mario's behavior was off-putting, "Yes, I go to NYADA full-time currently—"

"Oh? NYADA?" Apparently, that was the exact moment Mario had been looking for to truly look down on Blaine. "That's pretty impressive," he said mockingly, "But I was expecting Kurt's man to be more extraordinary. I mean, don't get me wrong, you're handsome enough, but your personality doesn't really suit Kurt's, you know? I mean, Kurt's pretty out there, and you look like a dwarfed Brooks Brothers' ad."

Blaine did not know what to say to that—he did not have anything to say to that. But when Mario made it clear that he was not done tearing into him, the teen turned and left. It was not so much that he was insulted by the model's words, he had been bullied before, he knew how to let things slide right off him—it was the truth he found in those few sentences that got to him.

Kurt was extraordinary.

...and Blaine was not.

"I watched the proverbial sunrise," Blaine whispered as he dodged between people. "Coming up over the Pacific and—"

He was not sure of what to do with himself. He wanted to go the greenroom like he told Kurt he would and still have the chance to see his boyfriend before the show, give him support. Then again, there was no guaranty that Kurt would have time and Blaine did not think he could face him right now.

But he was going to anyways, because Kurt was his and some insignificant model that was just a glance of a side character in their epic love story, was going to stop him from being there for his boyfriend.

Even with Kurt being a shooting star and Blaine nothing more than an observer stuck on the ground watching him fly past, it still would not change how he watched over Kurt, took care of and guided him. When Kurt needed him, Blaine would be there. Despite the fact that he knew, one day, Kurt would leave him standing all alone, with nothing but stardust keeping him company.

"You might think I'm losing my mind, but—" Blaine sighed, chasing away the sudden need to run his hands through his hair with sure will power. This was Kurt's night, he did not need a rumpled looking boyfriend ruining his the moment that had been building up for months. Everything that Kurt had slaved over in any spare moment he had, between school and the band and the diner and his dad and Rachel/Santana craziness and Blaine, was all for this, Fashion Week.

He ducked into a small gap between two hanging racks full of clothes, fist clenching and unclenching in frustration. This is too much, he thought, hitting his forehead against end of the cross bar on the rack in front of him, causing it to propel forward a few inches. A young woman who had been hidden until now turned a glare on him.

The teen felt his face light up in a blush and he stepped away from his hiding spot, continuing towards the green room, "—I will shy away from the specifics."

Rounding a corner and coming to the hall that held the green room, near the very end, Blaine saw Kurt round the door frame of said room, face expectant to see the darker haired teen with in. The shorter teen must have been taking up more time roaming around than he thought if Kurt had found a few moments to come see him. Knowing this, instead of rushing forward to share that small amount of time with Kurt, Blaine froze.

"'Cause I don't want you to know where I am," he whispered, feet still unmoving. "'Cause then you'll see my heart—" This is about Kurt, he thought, propelling forward a few steps with that thought as motivation. This is about Kurt. A few more steps. This is about Kurt. A slow walking pace started. ThisisaboutKurt! Blaine forces himself forward, until he was able to wrap his arms tightly around Kurt's middle, watching with some small satisfaction that Kurt's shoulders relaxed, letting whatever tension that had already built up slide away. "—in the saddest state it's ever been."

The taller teen turned in his arms, the smile pulling at his lips was even reflected in his beautiful eyes (that were currently more grey than blue). It left Blaine in a sort of awe. That Kurt could still look at him like this, wear this kind of smile and it be because of Blaine—after all he had done to hurt Kurt.

Blaine smiled back, gentle and goofy, because despite how he felt about himself and the practical impossibility of Kurt having taken him back, Kurt made him love-sick and in a constant state of disbelieving happiness, "This is no place to—"

Kurt smiled and kissed him gently on the cheek, hugging his shoulders briefly, "I just wanted to check on you really fast... and also get rid of some of these nerves buzzing under my skin, and you do that for me without even realizing it." He smiled, kissing Blaine briefly on the lips, a small good-bye by the way he pulled away after. "Now, back into the throws once more."

Blaine nodded and Kurt was gone once again. The teen cleared his throat and stepped into the privacy of the empty green room, eyes clenching shut, keeping the tears (that he always seemed to be right on the verge of lately) at bay. After a few deep breaths and a slightly more composed demeanor, he sighed in a whisper, "This is no place to try and... live my life."

But Blaine quickly shook his head, "Stop right there! That's exactly where I lost it." He had done so much to Kurt that and Kurt had forgiven him, that there was no way that Blaine was going to give up this easily. "See that line," and now he was thinking of Eli and how easy it had been, how easy it was to kiss him, touch him, have sex with him. "Well I never should have crossed it."

He had only made love with one man, and that was Kurt. Eli had been something primal and filled with resentment and the bitter taste of revenge, "Stop right there," something that Kurt did not deserve.

It was not as if Kurt was actively trying to cut Blaine out of his life. He had been busy, he had responsibilities that he was not used to having and they had already known that long distance was going to be hard. Blaine was the one that gave up first.

I was with someone.

"Well I never should have said that—"

It doesn't matter who it was with.

"—it's the very moment that—"

I needed you. I needed you around and you weren't there.

"—I wish that I could take back."

Blaine walked out of the green room, tired of the confined space while he was emotionally unraveling.

Was this even fair to Kurt? That Blaine continued to be with him after all that he had put him through, the cheating and the almost killing himself? Did Kurt not deserve better and Blaine was holding him back?

"I'm sorry for the person I became," he whispered, breath catching as he pushed through his emotions and the crowd of people around him, last minute people walking to their seats, he was not entirely sure where he was going, just that he needed to move. "I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change."

Why was he even with Kurt? Because he loved him? What that really enough anymore?

When did he become this sad shell of a human being?

When did he stop believing that love was enough to keep them, or anyone together?

Was his love enough to keep Kurt happy?

Was he?

Blaine shook his head, No, no more. I am enough.

"I am enough and I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again," he pushed forward, towards the second row of chairs and down into a seat with a card with his name printed on it in big bold letters, a small hand drawn heart in the corner. Kurt had down this for him, gotten him a chair at a Vogue fashion show.

He was enough, and maybe it was time that he proved that Kurt was enough for him.

"Cause who I am hates who I've been."

A/N: Well, I feel a whole lot better! And look at me! I'm on a roll! I hope ya'll enjoyed that! Tell me what you think!

Until next time,

Anjel Starlight