Hey everyone, I am so sorry it took me this long to get this chapter up. Between work and other projects, I haven't had a ton of time for fanfic and there have been other one shots that have been plaguing my mind that needed to be taken care of. Hopefully a 13 page chapter will make up for it. ^_^

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So, here is the conclusion of Nothing. There will be one more chapter after this which will contain the epilogue so, even if you don't like how this chapter ends, I encourage you to read the chapter after this one. I will have it upon Friday (that is a promise). Hopefully you won't be disappointed.

Speaking of disappointment, who else thinks it's BS that Kurt didn't get into NYADA?

Warnings and disclaimers are the same. If I did own glee, I can guarantee there would be more Klaine and less Finchel…

"Yes I love him. I love him more than anything else in this world and there is nothing that I would like better than to hold on to him forever. But I know it's not for the best. So no matter how much my heart is going to break, I've got to let him go so he can know just how much I love him. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll come back, but if not, I can make it through this."

~Unknown

Blaine jumped in his car and tore out of the parking lot, hardly even yielding to check for traffic before pulling out onto the main street. He knew he was breaking the speed limit, but the need to talk to Kurt was too great. He couldn't believe what Sebastian had done. Blaine had known the guy was bad news, he honestly knew he was, but he never thought the Warbler would do this! Kurt had begged Blaine to tell Sebastian to leave him alone, and now, he wished he had. Sebastian had gotten to his boyf… ex-boyfriend and ultimately played the largest role in their separation.

And then there was the cluster that was last night. The meeting with Sebastian had sparked his memory, and bits and pieces of the previous evening came floating back. Sebastian reminded Blaine he didn't say he loved Kurt during their break up, tricking Wes, stumbling to Kurt's house, telling Kurt he loved him and they were meant to be together. God, Blaine had admitted everything he had imagined in his fantasies of their life. Then, he remembered Sebastian and Wes bringing him to the car.

Long and short, the previous night had been a hot mess. He knew he probably wouldn't win Kurt back now, not after all of that, but at least he could apologize and say his peace, sober this time. He pulled around the corner and pulled into the Hudson-Hummel driveway only to feel his heart stop and drop into his stomach.

Finn's truck was back. Blaine could only think of one reason Finn would cut his weekend with Rachel short, and that would be Burt. Kurt must have called his dad, and since he could not come home, he must have asked Finn to watch over his stepbrother.

Blaine shut off his engine and sat in the driveway for a few moments. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw someone peeking through the curtains, but when he looked there was no one there. He knew he had to stop stalling, stop second guessing himself. He did that once before with Kurt hesitated on acting on his feelings for the man because he was afraid Kurt didn't want him, that he was simply making up the signs he thought his angel was giving him. He swore to himself that he would never do that again. He would always do what he knew in his heart was right with Kurt.

He looked at himself in the mirror and shot a glare into his own eyes. "Be a man," he said simply. With a few deep breaths to steel his nerves, Blaine opened the door of his car and pulled himself out. He knew this was a bad idea, but he needed to talk to Kurt, and this time, if Kurt said they were done, then they were done.

He just prayed that wasn't the case.

He walked up to the front door and noticed the curtains move in the window again. Someone knew that he was here. He raised his hand to knock on the door, he didn't really want everyone in the house to know he was there, and suddenly felt his heart race. What if Kurt answered the door? What was he going to say? Even worse, what if Finn answered the door? Would he even have the chance to talk to Kurt if that happened? Would Finn attack him? He was nervous to talk to Kurt, but he was absolutely terrified to talk to Kurt and Finn. All of these questions raced through his mind, his fist stayed poised to knock, as he wondered who would be worst to see first.

He gulped, something he though only happened in cartoons, and went to knock, only to have the door fly open. Blaine jumped back in surprise, expecting Finn to come barreling at him. He looked at the individual who answered the door, and was surprised to come face to face with none other than Ms. Rachel Berry.

"Rachel…"

"What are you doing here, Blaine?" asked Rachel, anger in her voice.

"I need to talk to Kurt," he sad meekly.

"From what I hear, you said enough last night."

Blaine looked down at the cement in shame, unable to meet her eyes. He knew he had said some things last night and he regretted everything that he could remember. He felt his heart clench at the memory of David hugging a sobbing Kurt before leading him into his house. "To be honest, Rachel, I don't entirely remember what happened last night."

"You getting blackout drunk and tormenting my best friend is not an excuse."

"It wasn't that. Sebastian drugged me last night. I know I came here and I can remember a few things that I said, but not all of it. I remember enough to know I have no right to be here."

"Then what are you doing here?" she said, narrowing her eyes.

"I just want to talk to him, Rachel."

"You hurt him really bad, Blaine. It took me two hours to get him to even open his door this morning. Two hours! He's not going to get back together with you."

Blaine felt a pang in his heart. He knew he had hurt Kurt, but actually hearing it was worse than anything he could have prepared himself for. "I know it's a long shot, but I at least need to apologize. I can't let him go to New York without hearing me out."

Blaine watched as Rachel's face began to soften. "You know, you and Kurt are the couple that I always wanted Finn and me to be. If you can't do this, how can we?" He could see her eyes start to tear.

"Rachel, you can't base your relationship on mine and Kurt's. We face different challenges, have different personalities, different influences. You and Finn have something special."

"So you think your relationship is over?" she whimpered.

"I'm not giving up yet," he said causing Rachel to step back and open the door for him to enter. "Thank you."

He started to walk toward the stairs, assuming Kurt was in his room.

"Blaine, you…you can't let Sebastian win. After everything you and Kurt have been though, how happy you make each other, you can't let some meerkat look-alike take you down. I won't stand for it." Her eyes were still filled with tears, but a serious intensity burned through them as she stared Blaine down. He felt his spirit lift when he realized that despite everything that had happened over the past couple of days, someone was still rooting for them. Someone wanted them to succeed.

"No promises, Rachel," he said, noticing that her stare became just a little more pointed, "but I will promise this. I will not let this relationship end without one hell of a fight. And even then, I won't give up completely."

"He really is the one for you, isn't he?" she asked.

"He's my end all," said Blaine. "There is no one after him, even if it ends today. No one will ever be able to meet the standards he's set. The bar's too high."

"You know, anyone who didn't know you two like I do would say you are too young to say that, but I think you're right," she said with a smile. "He's in his room with Finn. Go get him, Blaine."

Blaine smiled back at her, a little nervously knowing that he would indeed have to face Finn as well, and turned to go up the stairs. He could feel his heart pound harder and faster with every step he took, but he forced himself not to turn around and run out the door. Kurt had been brave for him, now it was his turn to be brave for Kurt. This was the last shot, he knew that. If he didn't do this today, he would never do it at all. Kurt would leave to New York and they would probably never speak again.

He would not let that happen.

As Blaine approached Kurt's door, he could hear the two men in the room talking. He could only make out a few words here and there, none of which made him feel much better about the situation he was a bout to walk in to. He could make out the rough voice of Kurt, a sound he knew only came out of Kurt after a good cry when he holds nothing back. He could also make out the hard and angry voice of Finn. The fact that he could hear him growl the work "bastard" every few seconds at least gave Blaine a heads up as to how, at least, the first part of this conversation was going to go. He just hoped Finn would let him talk to Kurt alone. It would definitely make the talk easier.

He approached to door and took a deep breath. He really wished Rachel had offered to tell Kurt he was here. He knew Kurt would want a second to deal with the fact that he had come. He figured since the door was open, he would do the only thing he could to give Kurt that composure moment and knock on the doorframe so he was just out of sight.

"Rachel, I know you're worried but I got this. It's a brother thing, okay," came the voice of an irritated Finn. Good old Rachel, always trying to get in the middle of things.

He took another breath. Here goes nothing. "It's not Rachel," he said, hearing the hesitance in his own voice.

"B…Blaine?" stuttered Kurt before heavy footsteps could be heard coming toward the door. "Finn, don't!" said Kurt angrily, but not a second later, Blaine was face to face with an irate looking Finn Hudson. His instinctually took a step back, a slight flash of Sadie Hawkins flashing through his mind as he felt the need to run.

Courage, he though as he set his feet. This if for Kurt. "Finn…" he started.

"Get the fuck out," he said, rage lacing every word as he approached Blaine. His face was contorted in an anger Blaine had never seen before. For a moment, he was worried Finn was actually going to kill him.

"Finn, I…"

"I have every right to kick your ass, but I'm going to give you the chance to leave on your own before I throw you out like the no good animal that you are," Finn growled as he began poking Blaine in the chest.

"Finn!" he heard Kurt yell from his room. Blaine could hardly suppress the smile that threatened to bloom on his face, only doing so knowing the smile would only anger the giant of a teen before him. He could heard Kurt's voice echo a little, telling him the boy was in his bathroom, likely trying to make his hair presentable.

That was his boy.

"I just want to talk with Kurt," said Blaine putting up his hands in a signal of peace.

"I think you said enough last night from what I hear."

"Look, I need to…"

"You have no right to be here and you definitely aren't welcome. I think you've worn that out."

"I know I have no right to be here!" said Blaine a little more forcefully than he intended, but Finn was making this more difficult than it needed to be. "I know what I did and I know you are just trying to protect Kurt, but I am here to apologize. Not to you, but to Kurt. And in order to do that I need to actually talk to him. So no, I don't have the right, but no offense Finn, but you are not the one who gets to tell me to leave. You can throw me out and push me around but I will just keep coming back and waiting at your front door. I will not be moved unless the person who matters tells me otherwise, until Kurt sends me away."

Finn just stared at Blaine for a few moments, a flicker of something other than anger flashing in his eyes for a second.

"Come on, Finn. Haven't you ever screwed something up in your relationship so badly that it physically hurts to think about it?" he asked gently, noticing Finn relax a little. "I'm here to apologize to Kurt and try to get him back, but in the end this is up to him. Last night was a mistake that I need to make right. I'm not willing to give him up without a fight."

"You really hurt him," said Finn and Blaine realized it hurt just as much as when Rachel had said it.

"I know, but we both have been hurt over the past couple days and only we can make anything come out of it. I'm not asking for your permission to talk to him Finn, but I also know that I need it."

Finn stopped for a moment and contemplated Blaine's words. "I should probably go see how Rachel is holding up," he said passing by Blaine. "At first I didn't know who was taking the breakup worse, Kurt or Rachel."

Blaine smiled a little to himself. "Finn, you know I didn't want this to happen, right?"

Finn stopped and faced Blaine. "You mean do I know that Kurt broke up with you? Yeah dude, I do, and honestly I don't get it, but that's not my job. My job is to let Rachel take care of the emotional stuff and understand the reasons while I just be there for him and protect him from what happens afterward."

"Then why are you letting me see him?" Blaine asked a little confused.

"Because I think part of protecting him is not letting him get scarred by this, and that comes from you two talking it out. Fixing this the best that you can, no matter how it turns out, is the only way to make sure he comes out of this okay. You too, dude."

Blaine felt the rubber band around his hear loosen a bit at Finn's words. "Thanks, Finn."

"I think I stalled you long enough for him to fix his hair or whatever he's doing," he said lightly before yelling, "I'll be downstairs so shout if you need me to kick someone's butt!" With that, he descended the stairs, leaving Blaine to his primary goal.

He allowed the fear of facing Kurt overtake him for five seconds, counting them in his head, before pushing it down and slipping through the door just in time to see Kurt exit his bathroom.

The pair simply stared at each other, noticing how awful the other looked. They appeared to have been put through the wringer just before getting thrown into the seventh circle of Hell. It was Kurt who finally broke their eye contact and switched his gaze to the floor. "Blaine…"

His voice was definitely hoarse as Blaine had thought. He couldn't believe how defeated his angel looked. His eyes were red as if he had only stopped crying moments before his arrival and his hair was done to look just short of being considered a mess. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans and, to Blaine's surprise, the shorter boy's old Dalton sweatshirt. Kurt must have noticed what he was wearing and quickly removed the sweatshirt. As he did so, his white tee shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing a small section of his stomach. Blaine looked away, hating the fact that he didn't have the right to look anymore.

"I was, um…just…" stumbled Kurt, not knowing how to start.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt," said Blaine, no longer able to hold it in.

Kurt stopped speaking but did not take his gaze away from the carpet. "It's okay," he said calmly, his voice soft yet rising up in an obvious attempt to stop a new onslaught of tears.

"No, Kurt," said Blaine, starting to take a step forward to comfort him before stopping at the last second. "No, it's not okay. What happened last night shouldn't have happened."

Kurt hesitated again, chewing on his bottom lip as he had an apparent debate in his head over something. Blaine watched him in silence, waiting for the man to wage his mental war and continue. Kurt's eyes eventually fell on Blaine. "Did you mean what you said last night?"

Crap. He really should have figured out what he had done last night before coming over, but at the time, getting here seemed a bit more important. "Honestly, Kurt, I don't remember a lot about what happened here last night."

Blaine saw Kurt's face instantly change to one of irritation. "What do you mean you don't remember?" Was it possible to be in the doghouse when you aren't in a relationship? At this point, Blaine was apt to say yes by the way Kurt was talking. "Did you drink that much?"

"No…"

"Well you obviously had more than your four limit," said Kurt, crossing his arms.

"Actually, I only had one," said Blaine, trying not to be terse in his response.

"You expect me to believe…"

"Sebastian drugged me," Blaine deadpanned.

Kurt stopped short, his eyes wide in shock. "He...he what?"

"He gave me a drugged beer," said Blaine. "I remember bits and pieces, but what happened here is especially hazy."

"So, if you weren't apologizing for what you said, what were you apologizing for?"

"I made you cry," said Blaine truthfully.

Blaine watched Kurt's Adam's apple bob up and down as he kept more tears at bay. Blaine realized Kurt must not have slept much the past couple days if it was this hard for him to hide his emotions like he usually did. Whatever he had said to him must have really upset him.

"So, he actually drugged you?" asked Kurt in an attempt to change the subject slightly.

"Yeah, I really should have seen that one coming when he said we should go out for a drink," said Blaine as he looked at his feet.

"You couldn't have seen that coming. That's low even for him."

"After the conversation I just had with him, it's very obviously something right up his alley. He's even willing to trick someone's boyfriend into a meet up and lie about him being miserable at the school he transferred to." Blaine couldn't help but notice the bite in his own voice.

"He… told you about that?" asked Kurt, sounding ashamed.

"I can't believe he did that to you," said Blaine. "But Kurt, I have to ask. Why would you believe him? You've never trusted him before, why would you start now?"

"I don't trust him," said Kurt, sitting down on his bed. Blaine pulled out the chair from Kurt's mother's dresser, sitting himself backward on it and leaning his arms on the backrest. "I honestly don't, but everything he said, and I mean everything, made sense. Taking away your safety, your friends, your glee club. You gave up a school that will definitely get you into a good college and brought you into a place below your ability that was going to give you problems because of who you are. And now, I'm going to leave you alone there. I won't even be there to support you."

"First of all," said Blaine, "my decision to transfer is not your fault. Yes, you asked me to transfer and I did transfer to be with you, but Kurt, I made the decision to leave. I could have said no, but I didn't. I wanted to be here."

"But you're getting bullied," said Kurt sadly.

"So is everyone else," said Blaine plainly. "It's no worse for me than it is for Sam or Artie; I just get called different names. But Kurt, you need to remember I've been through a lot worse. I didn't like the bullying, but it was worth it to be with you. I don't regret my decision to transfer."

"It's still not fair to you."

"I think it is."

"But it's not!" growled Kurt. "I keep making you chase me!"

"I'm not following," said Blaine, a little confused.

"After we started dating, I left for McKinley and you followed me. Now I'm leaving to go to New York and I was asking you to follow me there without thinking about what you wanted, if you even wanted to go to New York."

"We talked about this though, I want to go tot New York with you."

"But that's the problem, Blaine. Do you want to go to New York or do you want to go to New York to be with me? Those are very different things."

"Is that why you broke up with me?" asked Blaine.

"Yes and no," said Kurt looking at the folded hands in his lap. "I want to you to make your own decisions on your future without worrying about losing me, but I am also very selfish, Blaine."

"You keep saying that but I'm not seeing it," said Blaine.

"…I can't stand the guilt," said Kurt.

"Guilt?" asked Blaine, feeling he was losing any control he though he had on the discussion. "Why would you feel guilty?"

"Because I want to go even though I know you don't want me to."

Blaine felt the anxiety building in his gut and moved to kneel down at Kurt's eye level. "Kurt…"

"We need to face it, Blaine. You don't want me to go and I understand that because I don't want to leave you either, but this is my dream. To be honest, sometimes… sometimes you make me feel like you want me to stay here."

"You know I don't want you to leave. I love you and I will miss you."

"No, I don't think you get it. Sometimes it makes me feel like you want me to give up NYADA and stay here so we can be together."

"No…"

"But it does, Blaine. You have to admit you've thought about it and you know what scares me? The fact that I honestly thought about it, too. I thought about taking a year off and applying to NYU because NYADA won't take students who have taken a year off for anything other than gaining performance experience. I can't give up everything I have ever worked for and now that I'm going, it feels like I'm leaving you with almost no way to be happy. Everyone keeps telling me how hard the distance is going to be on our relationship and you keep saying that you have to practice to be lonely. It kills me and maybe it's selfish, but all I can think about is how that guilt is going to sit in my stomach everyday. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Blaine. I want you to be happy but I can't give up my dream either."

"But Kurt, I don't want you to,: said Blaine, placing his hand on Kurt's knee. "I want you to go to New York and take that next step toward your dream. I want you to go and I will come out there with you next year," Blaine tried to reassure.

"And what if you don't?"

"…What?" asked Blaine, taken aback by the sadness in Kurt's voice.

"What if you don't come to New York? What if you decide you don't want to come? What if you don't like the city? What if you don't make it into a New York school or they don't have the program that you want there?" Kurt was becoming more and more hysterical with every word.

"Then we will continue to work long distance and will be together when we are done with school," said Blaine, amazed by the lack of confidence in his own voice.

"You see, you have doubts, just like me," said Kurt. "I have really thought about it Blaine, and you know the conclusion I came to? I decided that it was better for me to have you in my life than to let the difficulty of the distance and my guilt make us hate each other. I just know that if the distance doesn't destroy this relationship, guilt I feel will. I can't stand to lose you, and if that means we can be nothing more than friends, then that is the life I want to have. I need to have you in my life Blaine."

He couldn't believe this was happening, but Kurt had come forward with his concerns, and as much as he hated to think about it, he knew Kurt was right. Neither one of them were really keen to the idea of having a long distance relationship. They knew it was going to be hard, but Blaine knew Kurt was right.

"Is that really what you want, to just be friends again?" asked Blaine, feeling his defeat seep into his bones.

"It's the only way that I can think of to keep you in my life without ruining what we have,: cried Kurt.

Blaine hesitated and really thought about what he was about to do. He took a second and looked at the man in front of him, his life, and found that the answer was resonating from his heart in a painful pulse. It killed him, but he knew it was what he had to do for Kurt. He had to do it because he loved him. "Okay."

"What?" Kurt looked up shocked.

"Okay, if you think that's what is best then we'll…we'll break up, but just for now."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. I love you so much that I want nothing more than for you to be happy. Sebastian put this guilt in your heart and I know it hurts you when you think you are hurting me. So, maybe, I have to do for you what you were trying to do for me. I want nothing more than to be with you, Kurt, but I can see that it's killing you to think that the things Sebastian said were true. This unknown kills you and I don't want you to hurt because of me. If breaking this off will make things easier for you, then I will do it, because I love you that much. I want you to be happy, even if it means that I can't have you. I will let you go because I love you."

Kurt jumped up and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, tears streaming from his eyes and down Blaine's neck. "I…I don't want to lose you. It kills me to think that I have to let you go. I don't want to ruin your life, but the thought of not having you in my life. I don't think I can."

"You don't have to lose me, Kurt," said Blaine as he pulled the man in close, stroking his hair with the hand that didn't have a vice grip on the back of his shirt. "We can be friends, best friends, just like before. We will talk all the time, share stories and experiences. We can do that again."

Kurt just continued to sob into Blaine's shoulder. He cried for what felt like hours, and once he stopped, he simply continued to hold his now best friend. After a few moments of holding each other, Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, "I'm going to make you a promise, Kurt." Kurt pulled back a little and looked into Blaine's eyes, who, to his surprise, also had tears running down his cheeks in silent woe. "I promise to do what you ask; go to prom, be in the glee club I want, and have the best senior year I can. I will do all of these things, but Kurt, I am also going to promise that I am going to make it to New York. You're right, it might not be next year, it might not be in the next three years, but one day, I am going to get there. I am going to find you when I get there, and if we're both single, I am going to take you on a date and we are going to pick up where we left off. I will promise you that."

"Blaine…"

"I want you to promise to date and try and move on in your life though. I want you to be happy too and not dwell on me. I love you Kurt, but if I knew that I was holding you back, it would destroy me." Blaine watched as the tears began to well in Kurt's eyes again and he could see the answer in his eyes. "I need you to promise me that," he said sadly placing his hands on each side of his ex's face.

"O…okay," said Kurt, placing his hands on one of Blaine's and pressing his cheek into it. He held it for a moment before the two pulled away from the intimate interaction, understanding that in order to make the friendship work, it was time to end the relationship.

"Can I still come with you to the airport and see you on next week?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer, but if they were truly going to be friends, he was going to have to start acting like one.

"Yeah, yeah I would really like that."

"Ok, just let me know when you fly out, ok lo… Ok Kurt?" said Blaine, catching himself before using the affectionate term. His syllables felt sour on his tongue as he attempted to fall back on the words of a friend rather than those of a partner. He didn't like falling back into this role, but he had to if he hoped to ever get the man he loved back.

"Yeah," said Kurt, tears welling in his eyes.

The two held their eye contact for a while before Blaine stood, sealing the result of their talk. "I should probably go," said Blaine, his voice cracking as he finally began to lose composure, though he kept a reassuring smile on his face. "Besides, it looks like you still have some packing to do before you leave," he said picking up their prom picture, nearly breaking when he saw the color of the Post-it note on it.

It was staying here, just like Kurt had said.

"Oh, ok," he stammered as he took in the heartbreaking scene before him. "How about I give you a call in a few days?"

"Sounds good." He hesitated, not ready to leave. Leaving meant it was over and he wasn't ready for that inevitability. "Guess I'll talk to you later then."

"Yeah.'

"Bye, Kurt," said Blaine, the lump rising in his throat.

"Goodbye, Blaine," whimpered Kurt.

Blaine turned and as he walked through Kurt's bedroom door, he finally felt it; the cracks began forming in his heart, becoming deeper and more numerous with every step. He bypassed Rachel and Finn in the kitchen without a word and exited the Hudson-Hummel home. When he was finally in his car and driving back to his home, the realization of what just occurred hit him full force. He knew what he did was the right thing, mostly because he loved Kurt enough to make him go through as little pain in his life as possible. Unfortunately, this meant he had to let Kurt go for now. He was going to fight to get him back, to get to New York and hopefully start again. But until then, he would pull over to the side of the road and allow himself to cry, to allow the pain to take him over and shatter his heart completely.

Because this time, it was truly over. He now had nothing.

"If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will."

~Unknown

This broke my heart to write, but before I get all the flames and the hate mail, you have to realize that not everything in the world turns out in rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes there are hard lesson in life, but as Mary Anne Radmacher said, "Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" In other words, wait for the epilogue; and hopefully courage will remain with Blaine and you will not be disappointed. Luckily for you all, I love butterflies ^_^