NEARING THE END: Well, my lovely followers, this is technically the final chapter of my story; after this, the epilogue will be the only thing left. I know it's pretty short, but I wanted to get it out to you as soon as possible. It's more of a filler chapter, to be honest, because I plan on making the epilogue very epic and it'll tie up any loose ends there might be.

I just want to say just how much I love/appreciate every single one of you, because you've been much more supportive than I ever expected. But I owe the biggest thanks to 4leaf_clover for prompting this at the kurt_blaine Livejournal prompt post to begin with. Without them, there would be no "Jealous of the Moon". I honestly couldn't ask for a better following.

IMPORTANT: I'm going to be focusing my attention on my new Mer-Klaine fic "Ocean Eyes", so if you wish to still read my work, then please shoot over to the story! I'd really appreciate it if you spread the word about it & showered it with some love, since it's barely starting out.

EVEN MORE IMPORTANT: I'll be writing a sequel to this story! Since so many people asked for it & voted on the poll in my profile, I'll definitely be trying to find a way to write the sequel. I'll be making an update on this story when I do, so either have this story/me under your favorites/alerts list so you can be up-to-date on whatever stories I may post.

You're staring down the stars
Jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly
But you're staying where you are
There's nothing you can do
If you're too scared to try

New Directions and the Warblers both arrived at the hospital at the same moment, crowding into the waiting room, where they bombarded Burt and Carole with questions until the two groups ended up fighting once more.

"You have no right to see him!" Wes snapped. "We're the ones who helped him while the rest of you went on to perform!"

"But he's our friend, not yours!" Puck snapped right back. "Besides, our performance was kick-ass."

"Is that why you lost?" Trent scoffed, rolling his eyes. "To us, may I remind you."

"You so clearly got the pity votes for helping Kurt," Rachel said and shrugged nonchalantly. "We are the clear and rightful winners."

"Keep telling yourself that, sweetie." Flint snickered. "I mean, did you see us perform? If we're talking about who did better, I'm pretty sure that title goes to us."

"Oh hell to the no!" Mercedes spoke up loudly, which once again sent the groups to argue.

"Enough!" Burt shouted, causing the teens to all fall silent. "No one is seeing Kurt right now; you might as well just make yourselves comfortable."

"Wait, why can't we see him?" Finn asked worriedly. "Is he okay?"

"So now you care about your brother?" Carole questioned with disappointment evident in her eyes. Finn looked down guiltily. "And yes, he's just fine. He has a very important visitor with him, and right now they need their privacy."

While New Directions stood in confusion, not quite getting what she meant by that, the Warblers broke out into hoots and hollers of joy.

"Booya!" Jeff shouted as he high-fived Nick. "Blaine Warbler for the win!"

"Blaine Warbler?" Rachel asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Kurt's soulmate and our lead singer," David explained with a confident grin upon seeing her shocked face. "Oh, you didn't know?"

"Kurt's soulmate is our enemy?" Rachel sputtered. "This is unacceptable - this can't be possible!"

As she, along with the rest of New Directions, tried to process this information, Blaine walked into the waiting room with a large smile on his face and a spark of life in his eyes.

"How'd it go?" Burt asked as Blaine approached the group.

"Really, really well." Blaine replied, almost breathlessly. "Once he's out of the hospital, I'm taking him on a coffee date. You know, to get to know each other better."

"The Lima Bean?" Nick asked curiously. Blaine sheepishly nodded. "Make-out central, man. Good job-" Burt glared at him. "I mean, a very respectable place to take him for a first date. Excellent choice."

"Can we go see him now?" Rachel asked Burt with a faint smile. "We have much to discuss-"

"He's resting. You can visit him later," Blaine answered curtly. "Only family is allowed in there at the moment."

"Who died and put you in charge?" Santana snapped, glaring daggers at the Warbler. "We have a right to see him-"

"Not if I say you don't," Blaine replied with a satisfied grin. "See, I'm his soulmate, which automatically means I have the right to control who goes in and out of his room, unless Kurt or his parents designate otherwise."

"Can he do that?" Finn asked Burt and Carole in frustration. "He can't do that, right?"

"He can, and I don't see anything wrong with that." Burt sighed, giving New Directions a pointed look. "Now, Carole and I are headed home to get some of Kurt's things for him. While we're gone, Blaine has full control over who gets to see Kurt-"

"Mr. Hummel, that isn't fair." Mercedes spoke out. "You can't just-"

"That's the hospital's policy, and we're going to respect that." Carole cut in quickly, linking arms with Burt and briskly heading towards the exit. New Directions merely stood there, gaping at the retreating adults while glaring at Blaine at the same time.

"Oh, wait, I almost forgot!" Blaine laughed, turning to the Warblers. "Kurt wants to personally thank you guys himself, and after he talked to his doctor, they came to the agreement that you can visit him."

"Really?" Flint asked excitedly. "Awesome, now we can tell him embarrassing stories about you!"

"Yeah, his rooms right down the – wait, what?" Blaine choked out, eyes wide in shock. "No, never mind, now you can't go in-"

But it was too late. At the prospect of getting the chance to embarrass Blaine, the Warblers pushed past him in search of Kurt's room. Blaine chased after them, calling out, "Hey! Get back here, you damn Warblers!"