A/N: This is the last chapter guys. Thanks everyone for your feedback! :)
What I really wanna know, mah baby.
Ooh What I really wanna say is there's just one, way back and I'll make it, yeah.
My soul will have to wait, yeah, yeah, yeah.
EPILOGUE
In retrospect, Blaine Anderson knew he was right in more ways than one.
It was just like any other Sunday morning, the sun providing just enough warmth as spring starts to make its presence felt. Blaine was sitting in the exact same table he and Kurt used to frequent, but now no longer feels the loneliness or longing that he used to, months ago.
This was also where he sat when he first met Eli, in the middle of daydreaming about Kurt and the life they would have in New York together. That day when Blaine let his wounded pride take over and let his hormones have their way.
But Blaine was right, he knew that not telling Kurt was probably for the better, knowing that he probably would not want to know either, had Kurt done the same.
He was also right, that the guilt wouldn't last long. He knew that Kurt already had a million things to worry about, and a cheating boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend, if it doesn't go well) would be the worst distraction from his path to success. Blaine learned his lesson, end of story.
He was also right that his distance would pull Kurt back to him. Little by little, Blaine learned to make good use of his time – with or without Kurt. He knew that he was his own best friend, boyfriend, and he had everything he needed to be happy and content by himself. It's just a matter of time before he joins Kurt and Rachel in New York anyway.
"Hey gorgeous, is this seat taken?"
Blaine looks up to an unbelievably good-looking guy in front of him. Legs longer than Sebastian's, teeth even whiter than Eli's. Blaine wanted to laugh – it's like this scene is replayed over and over, but a different character plays the pursuer every time. With one look Blaine knew that these types of guys were the ones who'd get you screaming all night, asking for more.
Blaine scooped his bag from the chair beside him. "No," he finally answers, gesturing the guy to take the seat. He then flashes his bashful-schoolboy smile that always drives them crazy.
"..Not anymore." Then he picks up his own bag, stands up and walks away.
END
