Okay so it's like midnight and I have school tomorrow so I can't answer all of your reviews. I am so sorry! I do read each and every one and do a little dance! I love them so much!

Just a little heads up, a MONTH HAS PASSED. I mean, I stated it sometime in the chapter, but if you guys are anything like me, who reads things super duper fast and sometimes skips the details. Just don't want anyone to get lost: )

And I figured most of you guys were on team Blaine, (I am too, shhhh!) and I love the person who said they were on team Santana, haha. Good team to be on!:D

Enjoy!

Kurt waited behind that eyeshadow pallet every single day for weeks. At first he would come in early, just in case Blaine decided that he was going to ignore Kurt and come in early.

But it seemed that Blaine was determined to keep his daily routine the same, and he walked through the doors at the same time as he always did. Sometimes he would come in with Santana. Sometimes he would come in with his jacket flung over his arm or his shoulder, face flushed. Sometimes he came in in a hurry, walking briskly and trying not to spill his coffee. Everytime Kurt would follow Blaine with his eyes as he disappeared up the escalator.

This became a normal part of Kurt's routine. Everyday he would wake up, realize that he wasn't with Blaine anymore, take a shower, do his hair, not cry, walk to work, watch Blaine go up the escalator, do his job, get lunch with Quinn, listen to Quinn be passive aggressive, go back to work, go home, and do it all again.

It wasn't the best routine, but Kurt got used to it. He told himself that at least he got to see Blaine on a regular basis. He could deal.

Until Blaine stopped coming in.

The first time Blaine missed work Kurt just shrugged it off, assuming that Blaine had a cold or was visiting family or something. But then Blaine didn't show up the next day, or the day after that, then the whole week and Kurt started to worry.

Was Blaine really sick? What could have happened to him to make his miss so many days of work? Kurt knew Blaine wouldn't quit, Blaine loved his job so much.

Then a horrible thought came to Kurt, what if Blaine had quit because of him? What if Blaine couldn't stand being in the same building as Kurt so much that he felt he had to quit?

He had tried to ask Quinn, but she wouldn't give him any information about Blaine at all. When he stopped showing up for work, Kurt had hounded Quinn everyday with questions about Blaine. But all she would say to him was, "if it matters to you so much, why don't you go ask him yourself."

Kurt had shaken his head in exasperation, "as if he would want to see me. I just need to know he's okay."

So that day Kurt made his way up to the lingerie department to find Santana. He knew it probably wasn't the smartest idea, but Kurt's overwhelming curiosity and concern kept him from thinking logically.

Santana had been chatting with someone when Kurt arrived. Over the person's shoulder Santana had given Kurt a surprised look, but held up a finger to wait as a sign for him to wait.

Kurt stood awkwardly in the lingerie section, shuffling his feet back and forth and nervously wringing his hands. After what seemed like forever, Santana was finally done with her conversation, and she raised an eyebrow at Kurt.

"And what do you want?"

Kurt launched immediately into the questions that had been burning at his mind for the past few days, "where's Blaine? Is he okay? Is he sick?"

Santana shook her head, "no. And it's really none of your business."

"I know, but he's okay, right?" Kurt asked frantically.

"Yeah he's fine."

Kurt sighed, relieved. "Okay good."

Santana gave a small nod and a shrug and was turning to leave when Kurt rushed forward and grabbed her forearm, stopping her from going. Santana whirled around and gave him a warning look that clearly said, "get your hand off of me."

Kurt let go of Santana's arm like it was a white-hot iron rod.

"Can you tell me where he is?" Kurt asked, very aware that he was pushing his luck.

"No."

Kurt nodded and turned to go, not at all surprised that she didn't tell him, but this time it was Santana that stopped him from leaving.

"Hey, Hummel," Santana called.

Kurt turned around and braced himself for whatever insult Santana was going to throw at him.

"If your worried about him so much, why haven't you dragged your sorry ass over to his apartment and apologized?"

"Why? He doesn't want to see me." Kurt said, and he received a scathing look from Santana in reply.

"Okay, I've seen you try to hide your scrawny ass behind those eyeshadow things everyday for the past month, and it's getting really pathetic. Look, you guys are both stupid. I know I'm supposed to be hating on you right now, and believe me, there are some very, very bitter feelings toward you right now, but I've been thinking."

Santana set her hand on her hip, and gestured towards Kurt. "You guys were so happy when you were together, and you guys both went and screwed it up. Well, it was mainly your fault, but I'm not going to stand here and try to blame the whole thing on you. Although it was ninety eight percent your fault."

Kurt just shrugged in agreement; it was a true statement.

"Look, you guys are both miserable. Blaine is hiding it well, but he misses you, I know him. And you miss him. Personally, I couldn't care less about your happiness, but Blaine's matters to me. From what I've seen, his happiness is tied to yours."

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing. Santana was pretty much giving him her blessing to go after Blaine and try to repair their relationship after pretty much shattering Blaine's heart.

"Do you think he will even forgive me?" Kurt asked.

Santana crossed her arms, "I don't now. Probably. You know Blaine, he's the nicest person you and I know. Just go and talk to him sometime soon, it's already been a damn month."

Kurt nodded and once again turned to go, but Santana called him back yet again.

"Don't make me regret this, Hummel. If I hear that you said anything even vaguely mean to him, I will ends you."

As Kurt walked away, Santana sincerely hoped she wouldn't regret saying this. She felt like such a hypocrite, on one hand telling Blaine that he didn't need Kurt, that he would find another man and then going and telling Kurt to go apologize to Blaine so that they can fix this, after all the terrible things Kurt had said to Blaine.

Just after Kurt said those things to Blaine about a month a ago, she was furious, but after her initial anger ebbed away, she just had this feeling that Kurt was right for Blaine. They really had seemed like the perfect couple.

But then again, so had Sam and Blaine. And looked how that ended up. A big huge pile of mess.

She watched as Kurt made his way down the escalator, a smile on his face. Something that hadn't seen the light of day in a long time.

Kurt had always looked so miserable in the mornings when he watched Blaine and her pass in front of him. For awhile Santana found it sickening that the person who had made Blaine so miserable was acting like he was the one who got the short end of the stick.

But then she noticed that it was happening everyday. Even when she wasn't with Blaine, she usually got here before him, and everyday Kurt would be there, just waiting to catch a mere glimpse of Blaine, his expression a mixture of sadness and hope.

Even when Blaine didn't come to work anymore, Kurt was always there.

It bothered her. Kurt seemed truly sorry.

But on the other hand, what if she was wrong about Kurt? What if Kurt really did play Blaine, and she had pretty much just sent him running back to Blaine to work his magic all over again? What if this time, instead of mending Blaine's broken heart, this time she had broke it?

Oh God, Santana thought frantically.

What did I just do?

OOOOOOOOOO

Blaine had worked so hard to get his life back to normal.

He woke up at the same time he always did, put on a suit and made sure his shoes matched perfectly with whatever style he was wearing, and on the way to work he picked up some coffee and met Santana if she was working that day.

The bed sheets had been changed awhile ago, the Kurt's blue pillow cover had been shoved to the back of Blaine's linen closet, right up next to Sam's pink blanket.

About two weeks after Kurt and Blaine's relationship ended, Blaine had inquired his boss about that job in the office at upper West side, and to his surprise, Blaine's boss had laughed and pushed himself out of his fancy leather chair and walked around his desk to shake Blaine's hand vigorously.

"I've been waiting for you to ask me about that! It's about time boy! Let me get you some paperwork..."

Blaine had watched enthralled as his boss retrieved the paperwork for Blaine, all the while saying things like:

"Oh you'll love it there!" and "I'm so glad you decided to come to your senses! I always knew you would."

A thin manilla folder had been shoved into Blaine's hand. "What am I going to be doing?" Blaine asked, a little nervous. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be asking that.

The man just looked at Blaine like he was crazy, "son, it's a design office! You'll be working with all the designers! I recommended you a long time ago, they needed someone to help with shoes, and I said, 'oh, I know just the person!' But then you shot it down."

Blaine blushed and looked down, but his boss just smiled at him and continued, "You just have this thing for shoes. You know, I get compliments from people all the time asking to give you a raise because you're so helpful and people always say they always find the perfect pair with your help."

He pointed a stubby finger at Blaine, "I believe in you, kid. Don't let me down. Now you start tomorrow, I suggest you go find where the office is, don't be late."

Blaine nodded and smiled widely, "yes, sir!"

As soon as Blaine had his hand on the doorknob to the office, he heard his boss.

"And Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Look sharp," he said, winking at Blaine.

Blaine laughed and nodded his head.

"Always do."

OOOOOOOOOO

Needless to say, Blaine made sure he was dressed to the nines on his first day of work. He tried to tone done his awkwardness, which surprisingly wasn't all that hard as he remembered it being

Well, he figured that it was a lot easier to be charming to people he wasn't attracted to.

He had a wonderful first day at his new job. He met so many people he had only seen in magazines.

There were models, designers, and people just running all over the place. Assistants making calls and pages, dashing in and out on coffee runs. Designers were trying to dress their models and make adjustments in a minutes notice. Photographers moving lights and cameras; there were flashes everywhere. It was hectic.

And Blaine loved every single minute of it.

However, Blaine wasn't working in that specific area. He was led through the chaos to a much more calm area of the building. Here there were people dressed in business casual, bent over desks with drawing pads on them. Blaine felt a little overdressed in his suit, but he thought he made a good impression when people gave him the necessary up-down with an approving nod.

As Blaine walked out of those doors at five in the afternoon, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter, and the smile on his face seemed genuine, instead of forced.

His life wasn't just only getting back on track, it was getting better.

OOOOOOOOOO

Kurt went home that afternoon and did some research.

On flowers.

Six months ago, Kurt would have been appalled at the fact that he was looking up the meaning of flowers. He probably would have been hitting some guy up for a booty call.

Kurt clicked on a webpage and read through it's contents. They seemed to have every single flower ever planted. Kurt didn't know half of these flowers. What the hell was a Euphorbia anyway?

Then he saw it. Daffodils. They were perfect! Kurt smiled as he read the meaning, "rebirth, new beginnings, associated with wedding anniversary."

Kurt slammed his computer shut and raced out the door. He quickly made his way over to the florist a few blocks from his house. Kurt shoved open the door with force, nearly giving the poor woman behind the counter a heart attack.

A few minutes later, Kurt strode out the florist armed with Daffodils. On the way to Blaine's apartment he rehearsed in his head what he was going to say to Blaine. Most of it was profound proclamations of his love that he knew would sound ridiculous coming out of his mouth, but he knew he had to try.

However, as soon as he neared Blaine's apartment his steps slowed. What the hell was he doing? Blaine didn't want to see him! Nor was he going to forgive him!

Kurt turned sharply on his heel and started to head home, feeling silly about buying flowers and thinking that Blaine would take him back. If any man had said to Kurt what he had said to Blaine, Kurt would have beaten the living shit out of them.

Verbally of course; Kurt wasn't that much of a fighter.

Kurt took a deep breath and turned to face Blaine's building. He couldn't pick out the exact window that was Blaine's, but Kurt knew the general area of it. One of those windows was Blaine's, and Kurt wondered what Blaine was doing right now.

If Kurt were to barge in right now would he be interrupting something? Would Blaine be busy, or simply watching the five o'clock news on his television? Either way Kurt knew he had to find out.

He knew that if he didn't find out right now, he would wonder for the rest of his life.

So once again Kurt neared the building, this time actually making it through the door. He smiled at the doorman and waited impatiently for the elevator to open. And when it did, the actual elevator right felt like an eternity.

By the time Kurt reached Blaine's door, his hands were shaking uncontrollably. The petals on the flowers were pretty much vibrating and Kurt had never felt more like a loser than he did now.

Kurt closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and knocked on Blaine's door.

OOOOOOOOOO

Blaine had just gotten home after a very tiring day at work. He had spent the whole day dashing around the entire building looking for a perfect pair of shoes for some photo shoot. After seven hours of being on his feet, all he wanted to do was sleep.

He had thought that the job would have gotten easier after being there a few weeks, but it had actually gotten harder. His employers learned that he could be trusted and kept putting more and more responsibilities on him. Blaine loved being the go-to man, but this was exhausting.

A knock came at the door and Blaine groaned. Who could possibly be at his door?

Blaine pushed himself wearily onto his feet, feeling pain shoot up through his tired legs. He made his way over to the door and yanked it open.

His jaw dropped when he saw who it was.

Kurt stood there awkwardly, a bunch of yellow daffodils in his hand. Blaine noticed that he looked different. It looked like Kurt held himself differently, he looked shorter. Or maybe he just wasn't holding himself up to his full height.

His hair was styled a little bit differently, instead of slightly coiffed to the side, it was slicked up and straight back. It seemed strange that Kurt could look so different in only a month.

Blaine stepped aside to let Kurt inside his apartment, he wasn't going to be rude. That and he was too tired to slam the door loud enough to be full-on diva style.

"I'm sorry." Kurt said quietly, handing the flowers to Blaine. Kurt's hands were shaking so much a petal from one of the flowers peeled of and fluttered slowly to the ground and landed between them.

Blaine accepted the flowers, but didn't say anything in return. Blaine turned his back to Kurt and set the flowers down on the coffee table, very aware of Kurt's eyes following his every move.

"Do you forgive me? Will you listen to what I-"

"No." Blaine said simply, crossing his arms, relishing in the dumbstruck look on Kurt's face.

"Please- Blaine, let me explain-"

"No!" This time Blaine yelled, feeling anger rise up through his chest. He had no patience for this; he was tired, his feet hurt, his back hurt, he was hungry, and he had to get up early tomorrow.

"Please, Blaine, I understand that-" Kurt begged, but Blaine cut him off.

"No! What? You're sorry? You're sorry that you cut me out of your life, that you led me on for months, that you called me sloppy? That you went out and had sex with other men? Don't give me that look! If you were sorry, you wouldn't show up at my door a month after you broke my heart and beg for forgiveness!"

Blaine's chest was heaving and he felt tears prickling at the back of his eyes. He could pretty much feel his blood pressure rising with each word.

"People tell me that I need to stand up for myself more,"Blaine pointed a finger at Kurt, "you told me I need to stand up for myself more! Well this is me standing up for myself! You played me and you're the naïve one if you think I'm going to come crawling back to you!"

Even though Blaine was still breathing heavily, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He had wanted, needed, to say all this for a long time now. And it felt so good to finally get it out.

Kurt reached forward and tried to grab Blaine's arm, but Blaine yanked it away.

"Blaine- I didn't sleep with any other men-"

Blaine scoffed, "yeah, right. Do you really expect me to believe you?"

"Don't you get it Blaine? There were no other men-" Kurt pleaded with Blaine to understand.

"Stop lying, Kurt!" Blaine screamed, he was positively furious. "All you guys think you can just walk all over me, and I let you! Well I'm done! All of you pretend to love me, fuck me, and then leave me! It's not fair! And I'm not letting it happen again!"

"I never pretended to love you, Blaine! I still love-!" Kurt sounded pathetic to his own ears. Where had those amazing speeches that Kurt had written in his head go? He couldn't remember anything except how sorry he was.

"Stop! Kurt-just. Just go."

Kurt's arms flopped back down to his sides. He didn't know what to do. What could he do? Blaine was right, he had waited a whole damn month to get his act together and try to apologize, Of course Blaine wasn't going to believe him.

It felt final. This honestly felt like the end. Their whole relationship was going to end in Blaine's living room, with Kurt standing helpless and at loss of words to say and Blaine looking furious. Before today Kurt always had been struggling to keep hold of this little puzzle piece of hope in his heart. A little piece that said, "maybe one day we'll be together again."

Kurt now kept trying to shove the piece of hope back into his heart, but it wouldn't fit back in. Blaine had turned the puzzle, and no matter how hard Kurt tried to shove the piece back in, it wouldn't fit.

Kurt took the silence as an opportunity to really look at Blaine. He was wearing the gold tie, the gold tie that Kurt had loved to wrap his fingers around and lead a giggling Blaine into closets. Black Gucci shoes were tied to his feet, brand new by the looks of them. Kurt noticed that Blaine had let his stubble grow out just the tiniest bit, and it made all the difference in the word. He looked older; more mature.

"I said go." Blaine's voice cut through the tension in the room like a knife.

Kurt tried one more time, "please, Blaine, don't do this-I'll explain, it's really not what-" Kurt lunged forward and tried to grab Blaine's hand again, but Blaine shoved him away. Not hard, but hard enough to make his point.

Blaine walked around Kurt and opened the door, gesturing for Kurt to leave. Kurt walked slowly to the door, feeling as though his feet were numb.

Blaine stood leaning on the door frame, not making eye contact with Kurt.

Kurt stopped right in front of Blaine, "so this is it? We're officially over?"

Blaine scoffed, although it sounded like his heart wasn't behind it. "According to you we were never together." Blaine had meant for it to come out angry and mean, but it ended up sounding sad and sulky.

They were silent for a few seconds. The loudest silence either of them had ever heard.

"Can I kiss you?" Kurt asked quietly, he was surprised to hear his own voice. He hadn't really meant to say that out loud.

Blaine's eyes traveled up Kurt's body until he met his eyes. They were the same blue-green eyes that had watched all those movies with Blaine, the same eyes that lit up with excitement when they found out they were seeing Wicked on Broadway, the same eyes that crinkled whenever he smiled at something Blaine said.

So Blaine nodded.

Kurt exhaled sharply with the breath he didn't know he had been holding. He reached a hand up and placed in softly on Blaine's cheek. He drew his thumb over Blaine's stubble, feeling the short hairs prickle the pad of his finger.

As Kurt leaned in closer he heard Blaine breath in sharply, and Kurt brought his other hand to cup Blaine's face completely.

Kurt gently pressed his lips onto Blaine's in a closed lip kiss. Kurt saw Blaine shut his eyes, and Kurt followed his lead. Kurt breathed out deeply through his nose and relaxed as he felt Blaine's hands tentatively find Kurt's waist.

Kurt's hands slipped from Blaine's cheeks and he wrapped them around Blaine's neck, caressing the short hairs on the back of Blaine's neck with the tips of his fingers. He took a step forward so that his body was flush with Blaine's.

Kurt felt his heart kick-start with joy as he felt Blaine take the next step and opened his lips and let Kurt's tongue slip inside his mouth. His skin felt on fire as Blaine's hands tightened their hold on Kurt's hips and drew him even closer.

For several minutes they kissed passionately, their heads moving side to side in a desperate attempt to deepen the kiss, to get even closer to each other.

It was the best kiss Kurt had ever experienced. He felt as if his feet had been lifted of the ground and he was floating and if he didn't feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest, he wouldn't have been surprised if his heart had stopped beating.

A sharp slam of a door down the hall brought both of them back to earth, reminding them that they were in Blaine's doorway sucking each others faces off. Kurt slowly drew his mouth away from Blaine's, his eyes still closed. He didn't want to open them and remember that it was over, that this was the end.

But he didn't have a choice when Blaine said with a cracking voice, "bye, Kurt."

Kurt didn't immediately back away from Blaine. He took his time, slowly unwrapping his arms from Blaine's neck and loosely cupping his jaw for a second. Kurt's hands formed loose fists in Blaine's suit jacket as if to keep him from leaving, and whispered quietly, "I always wanted that happy ending too."

It sounded as if Blaine's breath had caught in his throat, but he didn't say anything. So Kurt removed his hands from Blaine and left. He flinched as he heard Blaine's door shut loudly behind him.

At least I tried, thought Kurt miserably. When Kurt stepped out of Blaine's apartment building, the sun was just setting over the tips of buildings, casting a soft glow over the city. It was beautiful, but did not help Kurt's depressed mood in the slightest. In fact, it made it worse.

How can things be so beautiful when everything in Kurt's life had gone wrong?

About four steps away from Kurt's own apartment is when the tears started. He had not cried the entire month he and Blaine had been broken up. That little piece of hope always kept his head level, but the little light at the end of the tunnel had gone out. Kurt was now trapped in the middle, alone and surrounded by suffocating darkness.

Please oh please don't hurt me! Or Blaine. Or Kurt. Happy endings are coming your way!