This is the longest chapter yet! I hope you all like it. I like how it came out. Please review! Every review I get inspires me more and more. I love that you guys are giving me such positive feedback so far. You're all lovely. Xoxo

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Blaine hadn't contacted Kurt since Monday night. It was now Friday. Kurt was worried that that would be it. Blaine would be gone from his life, again. Kurt was so frustrated and angry with Blaine, why did he have to be making this so complicated? Blaine was the one who was confident in reuniting the two of them. He simply just didn't understand.

Kurt got out of work around 11 pm that night. Even though the night was cold he decided to walk home, it was only about 20 blocks and Kurt just needed to get Blaine out of his head. He stepped out into the unfriendly air of that January night. About seven blocks away from his apartment building he looked up waiting for the orange hand signal on the light to turn to the illuminated man walking, signaling that he could cross, and realized it was beginning to snow. From time to time, especially if you lived in the city, you could sometimes forget how magical it was. During winter nights when it snowed the city became malicious to those without warm homes to go to, but if you were lucky enough to afford a place to call home the outside weather became the most comforting thing in the world. It was just refreshing. Kurt looked at the snow and smiled. It was the first real snow of that winter, they had some snow in early December but it was a tease. It melted within a day. It looked as though this new snow would keep drifting down from the sky for the next few hours. As he reached his apartment building, the lady at the front desk, Lucy, stopped Kurt.

"Excuse me, Kurt, you had a visitor during the day that came looking for you, he came inside and gave this to me saying it was important and you weren't home, so here you go." She said politely handing him what looked to be a hand written note folded up. No envelope or anything. From the looks of it, it didn't seem to be too important, like the unknown visitor had said.

"Thank you, Lucy. Have a good night." Kurt replied.

As soon as he opened it; he knew. It was from Blaine. He was scared to unfold the note any further. Would it contain the words that Kurt wanted to hear; I still love you, or would it contain the four words that no one ever wanted to hear; we need to talk? He built up his courage and unfolded it once he got inside his apartment before reading; he hung his coat up and sat down at his empty kitchen table;

Dear Kurt,

I hope you're doing well, I know we haven't spoken in a few days. I'm really sorry about that. I panicked, Kurt. I know I made it seem like I was ready to jump back into a serious relationship with you, I thought I was. I never meant to lead you on. Just, it happened so fast, seeing you outside my theatre, texting you all night, and having to go to dinner with you the next night. I never allowed myself time to think about what I was doing. I know that after reading everything I just wrote you're most likely panicking by now, shaking even? I just want to tell you, take a deep breath. Once you've done that, continue reading.

This must mean that you've calmed yourself down if you're reading this part. I just want to say, I'm trying my best to be honest with you in this note. I realize that you may not like everything that I will say, hell, you probably hate every word I've said so far but just continue reading. I want you in my life, Kurt. I mean that. I know that we argue, we argue a lot, but I do still love you, and the amount I care about you exceeds the amount that I've ever cared for anyone. I just can't jump right back into where we left off a year ago. I know that I was the one to tell you while we were texting the other night to let yourself have me again, but I'm taking back my own advice. I need to move slowly with you because I don't want to rush back into things. I need you and me to become us again, but it will take some work. I fucked up, Kurt. I know that, but why didn't you chase me? Why didn't you answer my texts or calls? I texted you every day for two months telling you that I still care about you and that what was between me and Sebastian that night was nothing, and that the story wasn't as bad as you thought. Why would you leave me hanging like that? I thought I knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't just leave. I love you Kurt, I love you now, I'll love you tomorrow, and next week, and next year, even if we go our separate ways, I will always still love you. I just can't shake the fact that you didn't chase after me out of my head. Was I not worth it to you, Kurt? Was everything a lie, because if I truly was the 'only one for you' why wouldn't you go after me, fuck, Kurt, you really hurt me, and I can't just push that under the rug. I know that I messed up, but you did too. I'm not the only bad guy in this situation. I need a valuable reason as to why you didn't try to get me back, or even respond to one of my 63 texts, 37 calls, or 19 voicemails. I waited for you Kurt, never losing hope, it never got easier for me. If it were the other way around, I couldn't let myself avoid you for that long. I love you, and you say you feel mutual feelings as I do so what I don't get is how you kept yourself from me for so long. Writing this may seem pointless but I got it all off my chest with no interruptions, or yelling. I wrote this letter more than 4 times just trying to get it right but I don't care if it's perfect anymore, my hand hurts from writing, and I just hope you don't take this the wrong way or get worked up about it. Just let it sink in, let everything I just said sink in, and when it has I'll still be here waiting for you.

Love, Blaine.

If the fact that I love you is still not clear; I love you Kurt Hummel. I know you well enough to know that this note will make you want to punch me while kissing me. I know I've confused you, and I'm sorry for that. My mind is a jumbled mess but for you to understand me better I have to let you into it. Call me when you're ready.

Blaine was right, Kurt was angry at Blaine. But this note showed Kurt that Blaine wasn't ready to let go. He wanted to work their problems through until they were gone. Kurt could work with that. But working through their problems meant that Kurt had to be honest with Blaine about why he never responded to any of his texts, and Kurt wasn't 100% sure that he'd be able to do that just yet. Kurt decided he'd call Blaine in the morning.

Saturday;

Blaine woke up to his phone ringing, not realizing he over slept when he read that the clock said 10:04, but regardless he answered his phone.

"Hello?" Blaine answered, groggily, sleep still hanging over his voice.

"Blaaaaaineeeee!"

Blaine automatically knew who it was. "Hi Bailie."

"Woah, you don't sound too happy. I can call back?" Bailie questioned.

"No, it's alright, what's up Bail?"

"Nothing too much, I just miss you, you know. I feel like it's been forever. And I really wish I could have came out there for your performance, but I'll eventually get to one. I heard you were fantastic, which didn't surprise me."

"Don't feel bad about not being there, I know you would have been in front row if you could have." Blaine didn't want his sister to feel bad, she had always been the most supportive person in his life but he understood that money was tight and it wouldn't be easy for her to get a plane ticket to New York, he also knew how hard it'd be with Sophie.

"Good, so how was it anyway?" She asked, genuinely interested.

"It was great, it feels like a dream come true every time I step on that stage, but, uh, I just hate talking about it. You know, I'm still the same Blaine. I'm not some star." Blaine replied, truly not wanting to hurt his sister's feelings.

"Okay, I hear ya. Anyway, Sophie really misses you, wanna talk to her?"

"Of course!" Blaine answered excitedly.

"Hi Blaine!" Sophie almost yelled into the phone, her excitement was seeping through the speaker.

"Baby, how are you? I miss you so much!"

"I miss you more!" Blaine could almost imagine the playful little girl sticking her tongue out at him.

"No way, Soph. How have you and mommy been?"

"Mommy's sad Blaine, I can tell. I think she misses Daddy, I miss Daddy too but Mommy says that not everyone needs Daddy's and sometimes things happen where you can't see them anymore. But Mommy says that even though I can't see Daddy that he still loves me and I should still love him."

Blaine could hear the sadness in his niece's voice. Blaine remembered a conversation that him and Bailie had weeks prior, she said she Sophie brought up her Dad in a conversation whenever she could. She also told Blaine how she listened in on her daughter's nightly prayers one night and all she could hear the three year old say is "God, where is my Daddy?" over and over again. It broke Blaine's heart, He didn't know what to say back to the little girl. All she wanted was to talk about her father, almost like it would keep the memory of him alive.

"I'm sure he does miss you, baby. And whenever you notice Mommy being sad you should draw her a picture, your Mommy loves pictures. Next time when you think she's sad make her a picture of flowers, and tell her that you and I love her very much."

"Okay Blaine! I will!" Sophie handed the phone back to her mom quickly without even saying goodbye to her beloved uncle.

"Hey Blaine, I guess Angelina Ballerina's on, she never misses it. Don't be too offended that you're three year old niece left you hanging. " Bailie said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"It's cool. Bailie, I'm worried about you. It's not good to show sadness in front of Sophie. She realizes how sad you are, you do realize th-"

Bailie cut him off. "Yes, I realize that it's not good to show her that I'm sad. But why the hell not? We all have feelings Blaine and I won't teach my daughter to cover up hers with fake smiles. If she's sad, I let her cry, and I will never force her to hold her up and smile if she does not want to."

"Bailie you need to be strong, for her. That little girl senses everything that you feel. You need to stay strong. Hang in there, for me, but mostly for her, and don't forget; for yourself. There is always a reason to smile." Blaine was desperately trying to get his sister to see the good in life.

"Thanks Blaine, I have to go. Don't think you upset me, you didn't. I know that you're right, but Sophie keeps begging me to watch this show with her. I'll call you in a few days."

"I love you guys."

"We love you too." Bailie yelled to her daughter 'Sophie come tell Blaine you love him!'

"I love you, Blaine." Hearing those soft words come out of his beautiful nieces mouth never failed to make Blaine's day ten times better. After hanging up, a wave of homesickness swept over him. He really missed them.

Blaine also began to wonder when Kurt would call him, if ever. Blaine hoped that Kurt was not too upset by his letter. He didn't receive the call that he'd been waiting for all day for a few more hours, around three in the afternoon.

"Blaine?" Kurt sounded nervous.

"Hey Kurt, I take it you got my note. What's up?"

"Nothing, I'm just on break at work. Can I come by your place when my shift ends?"

"What time will that be?" Blaine asked.

"Around 8:30 tonight." Kurt answered, not even thinking about Blaine's nightly performance schedule.

"Uh, I won't be home. I have a show at 8:00. Will you still be awake around 11:00 tonight, that's really the only time I can come, but it's fine with me if it's fine with you, I don't have to be at the theatre until 1:30 in the afternoon tomorrow."

"Oh wow, I have to get used to your schedule. Yeah, that's fine. I have Sunday's and Monday's off from work, so I can be up late." Kurt answered.

"Okay, I'll see you then, bye Kurt."

"Bye Blaine."

"Wait-" Blaine quickly said, hoping that Kurt hand't already hung up.

"What is it, Blaine?" Kurt said, interested as to what else Blaine had to say.

"I don't know if this is fully appropriate, but I love you." Blaine said shyly.

"I love you too." And with that, Kurt hung up. Dreading the information that he had to reveal to Blaine tonight.

A little after 11:00 pm Kurt heard his buzzer, meaning Blaine had come. Kurt had fallen asleep on the couch while Keeping Up With The Kardashians was on. He had only been asleep for about twenty minutes. After hearing the buzzer go off he rushed to door; knowing how cold it was outside and not wanting to keep Blaine waiting. He simply beeped him in and unlocked his door. About a minute later Blaine knocked and proceeded to let him in. He just stood there in the doorway, smiling.

"Hey." Blaine simply said outstretching his arms towards Kurt, asking for a hug.

"Hold on, can we just get this over with. I'm ready to answer your question. I've mentally prepared myself all day and I just want to get it over with."

Blaine looked worried to say the least "...okay" he answered.

"So, you want to know why I never answered you for those months when you tried contacting me?"

"Okay, y-yeah."

Kurt just flat out said it; "I was sleeping with someone. I figured it was the only way I could move on. It meant nothing to me, and now it's nothing but a big regret. And even seeing your name appear on my phone, it killed me. I couldn't even text you, and there was no way in hell I could talk to you without hating myself more than I already did."

"You-you…what?" Blaine, raising his voice, anger took over his beautiful eyes and made them hollow, empty.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I have nothing else to say, I could come up with lies to justify myself all day. But I don't why I did it and I'm not going to make up excuses for it."

"I-I-I can't believe you, Kurt. You made me feel like the bad guy while you were fucking someone else."

Blaine never replaced sex for that word; ever. It sent a shudder throughout Kurt's body.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry. It's been eating me up inside for the past year. But what I'm mostly sorry for is making you feel like this was entirely your fault. It wasn't, Blaine. I'm sorry for being so stupid. But you have to remember that it was almost a year ago and I've agreed to put everything behind us if you agree too."

"That's the thing though, Kurt. You're willing to go on with our lives together because you're not the one who just got all this new and, might I add, very important information thrown at them at once. You should have told me about this in your bedroom the other night, but you were so wrapped up in getting back together that you forgot about a little thing that's very important in re-building broken relationsips." Blaine was yelling at Kurt. Full out yelling. Kurt could see anger written all over Blaine's body; in his arms as they moved with his words in perfect synchronization, in his veins and muscles which tightened whenever Blaine's voice got louder, but mostly in his eyes. His eyes revealed anger mixed with every other cold emotion that eyes could portray.

"What, Blaine, what did I forget?"

"Honesty." Blaine whispered, he knew that it would affect Kurt more as a whisper.

Kurt broke down. "I'm so so sorry Blaine, really. I know I messed up. Please forgive me, not right now, not tomorrow, just please let yourself forgive me at some point." Kurt begged desperately.

"I already do." Blaine said quietly, eyes glued to the floor.

"What?" Kurt asked, confusion written all over his face.

"Don't you get it? I can't not forgive you. The second after you told me, I had already forgave you. That's why it confuses me so much that you didn't do the same a year ago."

"Blaine, once I realized that I forgave you, it was too late. I had already slept with him, I never wanted to face you again, as much as I missed you because I could not bear myself the memory of betraying you like that. I tried to forget it every time. And I kept doing it to keep away the pain I felt from missing you."

"Kurt, just come here." Blaine said with outstretched arms, crying.

Kurt walked over to the crying man, knowing that those tears were caused by him. Soon enough Kurt began to also cry, he could feel salty, warm tears streaming down his face, onto his neck, staining his grey shirt black. The boys hugged for what felt like days. Blaine slowly let go of the embrace, he brought his hand up to Kurt's face, wiping his tears. He sadly smiled at Kurt, creasing his eyebrows together.

"I forgive you, Kurt. I want to start new. I want to forget all the messiness of the past year. I don't want it to affect our current status with one another anymore. This doesn't mean that we're dating but I want to maintain a stable relationship with you, I want to take things one day at a time. We've both been so caught up in fixing us that we forgot what it was that needed fixing. We need to become friends again before we can pick up where we left off. Okay?"

Kurt didn't want to talk about it anymore. He quietly agreed. "Okay."

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