A/N: It's been over a month but this gap isn't the longest I've had so at least that's something :) sorry for taking this long though; I've had most of the chapter written but for ages but I haven't been happy with it and the ending has taken me hours to get at least remotely right.
Positives about this chapter are there's less drama-y angst and more fluff and, most of all, more KLAINE! I'm actually pretty proud of the Klaine parts I put in here but I'll let you be the judge of whether or not they're good :)
Review, follow and favourite as you see fit and I hope you enjoy it :D more in the dooblee-doo at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee; if I did there'd be a hell of a lot more Klaine and Brittana guest-starring Lord Tubbington.
The sullen silence in which David and Jeff sat in by the pool acted like a wall separating them from the other hotel guests, who were all enjoying the hot, summer weather. Jeff on the other hand sat on the end of a sun lounger with his head in his hands, feeling like he had his own personal thunderstorm hovering over him instead of the midday sun's heat.
"I love him" Jeff said suddenly, his red-rimmed eyes staring sadly at his friend.
"I know you do Jeff" David replied gently.
"I love him but he's just so fucking infuriating" Jeff continued, an edge of anger now in his voice, "He takes my heart and then he stomps on it for no reason!" A couple of passing kids shot Jeff's yelling startled looks which he didn't seem to notice, or if he did, he was too annoyed to care.
"Maybe he thinks there's a reason even if there isn't" David suggested.
"Well what reason could there be?" Jeff burst out "I haven't done anything! At least, I don't think I have..." The Warbler looked doubtful for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched in thought.
"I love him but, right now, it hurts to" He concluded, his eyes once again downcast.
"Well Wes texted me earlier" David hesitated before continuing "about Nick"
Jeff immediately sat up straight, his eyes wide with panic and hope.
"What did he say? Was it anything to do with me or why Nick's mad?"
"It was more... speculation on Wes's part to do with what he thinks Nick could be mad about. Apparently Blaine has stormed off so I think it's safe to assume Nick told him something he didn't like"
"So what does Wes think?"
"Wes thinks – and this is just a guess – that Nick's anger at you might have something to do with Kurt"
"Kurt?" Jeff said incredulously. There must have been some kind of mistake; what did Kurt have to do with this? "Why would Nicky be mad about him?"
"Well... What do you think of Kurt?" David ventured cautiously for he knew that if he said one wrong word or hinted at something that might not be true Jeff might go off to yell at Nick and then Niff might truly be over.
"He seems like a nice guy but I don't know much about him except his hair's immaculate and Blaine's puppy-dog eyes appear whenever he's around"
"Well-" But whatever David was about to say was forgotten as he stared at something past Jeff, his expression suddenly concerned.
Jeff turned around to see what his friend was staring at and immediately he understood David's face of worry; from where they were sitting they could see Blaine stumbling past them with the air of a particularly lost and dejected puppy.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" Jeff asked.
Suddenly it was as if a puzzle had come together in David's head and he just knew he had to go talk to Blaine.
"I don't know..." David murmured in reply to Jeff's question "I'll go check Blaine's alright. I'll come find you again later, okay?"
Before Jeff could reply he was off in pursuit of Blaine who, by now, was approaching a door which led into the lobby of the hotel.
Jeff stared after David in bewilderment.
"Everyone's acting really strange today" he muttered to himself.
After a few seconds for some reason Jeff's eyes flitted over to the stage by the other side of the pool. It was a small simply built one with no curtains but a kit of drums, several guitars and microphone stands-
It was like a light bulb had been turned on above Jeff's head. He leaped up from the sun lounge with the sudden urge that he had to do something; his anger at Nick was replaced by his determination to get some answers, and his personal thunderstorm faded away as Jeff felt the sunlight on his back once more.
If anyone ever asked Blaine how he was feeling as he stumbled around the hotel he should probably admit that he felt severely humiliated. Humiliated that he ever thought someone as amazing as Kurt would ever like someone like him. Also gloom at, once again, not being good enough for someone but, then again, Blaine wasn't the kind of guy to complain or open up about his hurt feelings; even if maybe he should tell the truth he'd always be more likely to put on a smile and claim everything was alright. And, if failing to lie, he usually resorted to only telling half the truth or downplaying how bad the situation really was. He did it because he didn't want people's pity; he didn't want people to think he was weak. People used to think that and that's a big part of why he ended up in the hospital; people knew he was weak and took advantage of it. But he wasn't, not anymore; Blaine had made more than sure of that. Even if he knew it was okay to be vulnerable sometimes Blaine also knew that he could never go back to being thought of weak, spineless. If he did then people might think the same of him as they did in his old school, and that, that would just be living a nightmare all over again.
But when it came to withholding things from people, Blaine's friends were exceptionally stubborn. So stubborn in fact that when David found him sitting in an armchair staring at the floor Blaine already knew he'd end up spilling his guts so he might as well do it without his friend's mournful stare cracking him first.
"Nick told me he thinks Jeff likes Kurt" Blaine said quietly as David sat down in the plush armchair next to him. "But I like Kurt too. I think he's amazing but I know he'd choose Jeff over me. It's like last year all over again"
David looked at his friend and he held back the overwhelming urge to sigh; he'd wanted to say something ever since Blaine's first sentence but he knew his friend had to get his fears and thoughts off of his chest first. But now that Blaine was back to staring at the floor like a kicked puppy David thought now would be a good time to be the voice of reason.
"Okay first Blainers, you said so yourself: Nick thinks Jeff likes Kurt. He doesn't know for sure"
Although Blaine looked doubtful at his friend's reassurance he said nothing, so David continued.
"Secondly, which just proves my first point, I was talking to Jeff a minute ago about Kurt and he talked about the guy like he was a friend, not like he had a crush on him"
At this, though Blaine still looked sad, his eyes lit up with a faint glimmer of hope which made David smile, but as he finished talking his face grew serious again.
"And thirdly and most importantly: even if it turns out that Jeff does like Kurt" like a candle being snuffed the hope in Blaine's eyes dimmed "There is no guarantee Kurt likes him back or would choose Jeff over you. I know you have confidence issues and have had a bad relationship history, Blaine, but you need to start believing in yourself more. I saw the way Kurt was looking at you yesterday and personally I get no sense that Jeff likes him or that Kurt would even be interested. For the whole night he was smiling the most whenever he was with you"
Blaine chanced a small smile at his friend, grateful beyond words for his and the other Warbler boys' friendship.
"Do you really think that?" He asked his voice shaky.
David smiled back and pulled Blaine into a hug.
"I do"
"Thank you David, you're a really great friend" Blaine said as he wiped his eyes on the back of his hand, smiling shakily.
"Why thank you" David grinned. "Where are you off to then?" he asked as Blaine got up from his armchair.
"I thought I might go get myself an ice cream; I could do with a sugar rush after all this gloom"
The heat of the day despite the hotel's air conditioning and David's lingering concern for his friend made him want to go with Blaine, but a movement out of the corner of his eye gave him pause; Mercedes - he thought that was her name - she was gesturing at him as if she wanted to have a word.
"You go on ahead; keep your chin up Blainers, I'll see you later"
Not suspecting anything was amiss Blaine gave his friend a wave as he walked away towards the nearest doors leading towards the pool area. As he left, David made his way over to Mercedes who smiled at him friendlily as he approached.
"Hey, David right?"
He nodded, returning the smile in kind.
Though David didn't know any of the New Directions well they all (with the possible exception of that Latina girl and the short brunette who reminded him a bit too much of Wes in show-focused mode) seemed genuine so it couldn't hurt to at least be civil, could it? Besides – other than his girlfriend from the sister school near Dalton – David wasn't friends with many girls so it could be nice to change that.
"Yes that would be me, what did you want to talk about?"
Mercedes sighed and suddenly she looked as tired and worn out of the past couple day's drama as David felt. "The tension between our two groups. And the drama, Oh god, so much drama and I'm getting damn sick of it! I'm guessing there're fights going on between you guys as well?"
"Unfortunately yes" David said sadly. "I think I just fixed at least a part of it though"
"You're doing better than me and Kurt are; Rachel's just kind of adding fuel to Santana's fire of anger though. I think she tried to throw a vase at her head..."
Public school teenagers certainly sound violent David thought before reprimanding himself; as he'd grown up attending private schools and living among the more privileged than others he often had the bad habit of judging people on stereotypes without meaning to. He reminded himself firmly that Nick had also been throwing furniture around and told Mercedes to try and make her feel better.
"It's funny isn't it?" She asked, a knowing look in her eye.
"What is?"
"That while we're from pretty opposite worlds social group-wise we both have friends who like throwing furniture" Mercedes said this all very seriously but when David let out a chuckle she broke into a wide grin.
"We're not that different" David said. "But anyway, why did you want to talk about our groups' problems?"
"Well y'know we won that jet-ski prize thing last night?"
"Yes..."
"Well I thought of a way to force everyone to sort out their problems!" Mercedes declared, hopping slightly on the spot out of excitement. "Okay so we're going to persuade everyone to go on the jet-ski trip tomorrow as a group, as, like, a kind of bonding exercise"
David certainly admired her determination but he doubted his capability of getting Nick and Jeff in the same room, let alone on the same jet-ski.
"It sounds like a good idea but what if it doesn't work?" He asked.
Mercedes' expression suddenly became a lot more fierce and stubborn. "Oh trust me, it will. If you don't have enough balls to get those Warbler boys to come then I will. Just leave the details to me"
The sun's blazing heat wads warm on Kurt's sun cream slathered limbs as he and Rachel stepped out of the hotel. He had wanted to sit by the pool with his friends while they waited for Brittany to appear but somewhere between the elevator and lobby Mercedes had slipped away to god knows where.
"Where did Mercedes go off to?" Rachel asked, looking around in confusion.
"I'm not sure" Kurt replied slowly. "Maybe she-"
"I'm here!" Mercedes called out from behind them as she ran over. "Beautiful day isn't it?" She said with a wide smile. "The sun's shining, it's perfect weather to get a sun-kissed tan" Kurt and Rachel exchanged weary looks; they both knew that it was very unlike Mercedes to start acting all happy (and commenting way too much on the weather) unless she wanted something from them.
"What do you want 'Cedes?" Kurt asked as they walked over to the bar.
"Nothing Boo! What makes you think I want something?" Mercedes said innocently.
"You are a rather terrible liar Mercedes" Rachel said after she had ordered her drink.
Mercedes looked at her two best friends - both unwavering in their stance of inspecting her suspiciously – before sighing, her smile fading to a smaller, more hopeful one.
"Alright there is something" She admitted.
"What is it?" Kurt asked, taking a sip from the drink Rachel passed him.
"I was wondering if-" but whatever Mercedes was about to say was cut off in Kurt's mind as he saw Blaine walk around the corner of the bar, holding a half-eaten ice cream cone, walking towards them.
He certainly looks happier than earlier Kurt thought and he couldn't help but be glad to see the Warbler. So far meeting Blaine had been the highlight of his holiday though he would probably never admit it.
"-So will you do it?" Kurt heard the end of Mercedes's speech and found himself nodding while his eyes were still glued on Blaine's approaching figure who, it seemed, hadn't noticed him standing there.
"Great!" Mercedes said happily. "I'm going to go tell David, I'll see ya later!" And with that she walked away, humming contentedly to herself.
"Do you even know what you just agreed to?" Rachel asked under her breath.
"Huh?" Kurt replied, ever so articulately.
Rachel narrowed her eyes and smirked with understanding as she noticed Blaine approaching the bar.
"You might want to close your jaw Kurt; someone might think you're love-struck. Have fun with your boy-toy!" She said in a sing-song voice.
"Wait what- Rachel!" But it was too late; she was already skipping away, talking excitedly as she caught up with Mercedes.
Kurt slumped against the bar and sighed; there would be no shutting either of them up after this.
But he didn't have long to dwell on it for at that moment Blaine came to stand next to him, smiling shyly.
"Hello Kurt"
Inconveniently as Kurt went to reply he found his throat as dry as sand, and all that came out was a strange croaking noise. Also he became horribly aware of how the burning afternoon sun was making him sweat and he could only imagine what state his hair was in.
"Excuse me?" Blaine responded, his smile wider with confidence now. And even more beautiful Kurt thought wistfully.
"Just-yeah- hi Blaine..." Kurt managed as he stood up straight, his heart slamming against his ribcage. Talking had never been this difficult.
"How are you Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"I'm fine thank you and yourself?" Kurt smiled to himself; no stuttering or frog-like croaking, so far so good.
"I'm-I'm okay..." Blaine said hesitantly. "Um, would you like to take a walk with me? I've been wanting to get a better feel of the hotel grounds" he lied.
Kurt's heart rose and fell at the same time; it rose because Blaine asking him to take a walk with him must be a sign that he at least enjoyed Kurt's company, but on the other hand going on a walk often invited conversation, something Kurt wasn't proving great at. However, he also knew that he would do anything to spend more time with the Warbler; the butterflies he felt when around the boy and just the happiness Kurt felt in his company in general were too thrilling and unlike his usual life to ignore.
So Kurt smiled widely and replied "It would be my pleasure"
"Great!" Blaine said excitedly, his earlier nerves forgotten.
Kurt chuckled at his enthusiasm; he couldn't help but be strongly reminded of an easily excitable puppy.
"Let's go then"
The boys walked past the pool and other hotel guests in silence; both boys wanted to start a conversation but neither knew how to do it without stuttering like an idiot.
Eventually the pool's noise faded into the background as Blaine and Kurt walked across vibrantly green grass until they reached a marble fountain, bubbling gently. In the bottom of the fountain lay an uneven layer of glittering coins which made the water seem to glow with an almost golden brilliance.
"It's beautiful here" Blaine said absently, forgetting their earlier silence in his admiration of the hotel. Flowers were carefully arranged in artful patterns around the garden they stood in; hedges were precisely yet imaginatively cut and the path the boys walk on was made of a spotless and gleaming stone.
Out of all the hotels he had been to with his family in his life, Blaine knew that this one outshone them all; it was so peaceful and he felt as comfortable as if he had been there for weeks instead of just a couple days.
"The architecture definitely has an unrefined beauty to it" Kurt agreed, smiling softly at his surroundings.
"But not as beautiful as you" Blaine's eyes widened at his words and he immediately kicked himself inwardly; great, now Kurt would think he was some kind of creep and be even less likely to want to talk to him!
"What?" Kurt said, his smile gone and replaced with a stunned look. The boys stare at each other, both unsure and vulnerable, and the only sound that could be heard was the gentle rush of the water being spurted from the fountain.
What do I do?! Blaine yelled at himself.
Suddenly, all memories of him came rushing back; his disdainful smirk, his anger and words that cut like a knife yet could be softer than butter. But what Blaine remembered most of all was the overwhelming sense of hurt and dishonesty there had been between them.
So he did the only thing he felt he could do; just be honest.
"You're beautiful Kurt" Blaine said quietly but his eyes shone with a brilliance that made Kurt's breath catch in his throat.
"I'm sorry if it's creepy to say that but ever since I first saw you I've wanted to tell you that; the way you look, what I know of who you are and how you sing are just so beautiful Kurt. And I'd really like to get to know you more. But I understand if I've crossed a line so I'm really sorry if-" But Kurt cut off Blaine's speech before he can finish his eyes watery and a sad but somehow happy smile on his face.
"No one's ever called me beautiful before" He murmured. Kurt felt tears prick at his eyes but he was determined not to wipe them away; he was determined not to try and hide his emotions.
The vulnerability on his face and sadness in his voice brought out the instinct in Blaine to hug him, so for once he let his walls come down and took a step towards him, enveloping Kurt in a hug which made his insides feel all warm and fuzzy.
"Thank you" Kurt whispered as he wrapped his arms around Blaine, simply content to stand there and breathe in the boy's comforting smell as his heart slowed and the blur of tears faded.
After a while their hug became more of simply holding each other and listening to the other's heartbeat in the peaceful quietness that surrounded them. So when Blaine's phone buzzed in his pocket it startled both of them out of their reverie.
"Sorry" Blaine apologised as they broke away from each other, the moment broken yet not really ruined. He frowned as he looked at the text Jeff had sent him; 'can you please come to the pool right now? – J'
"Don't apologise Blaine" Kurt said with a small smile. "We have to face the real world sometime"
The Warbler pocketed his phone after he'd replied with 'I'll be right there' and looked at Kurt who – though they weren't hugging – was still standing close enough so that Blaine could see every eyelash that outlined his mesmerising eyes.
"This - us - could be a part of the real world though" Blaine said nervously. "If you wanted it to be, that is"
Kurt inspected him for a moment before he replied, the corners of his mouth raised in the slightest of smirks. However, despite his confidence Kurt's hands were feeling rather clammy and his heart had started racing with nervous excitement again.
"Did you just ask me on a date?"
"Yes, yes I did. Is that okay?" Blaine asked.
"It's more than okay Blaine" Kurt chuckled "And in case you were wondering, my answer is yes" His eyes sparkled, and Blaine couldn't help but laugh, relieved, as he hugged the boy again.
"Thank god" Blaine mumbled, making Kurt laugh along with him.
"Now as much as I'd love nothing more than to stay here with you all day-" Kurt couldn't help but smile at that; it was certainly a wonderful prospect "-Jeff is requesting my presence at the pool and I am intrigued to find out why. So Mr Hummel, would you care to accompany me?" He held out his arm for Kurt to link his in and the countertenor smiled so broadly that his cheeks ached.
"I would be delighted to Mr Anderson" He replied playfully, linking his arm with Blaine's.
Together, the boys skipped back to the pool, not caring that some hotel guests looked at them strangely because for once in their lives they both felt as if someone really, properly got them.
Kurt's bubble of happiness was burst as they arrived at the pool to see Jeff having a heated debate with Wes and David; the two council members were shaking their heads while the blonde was gesturing wildly, the look on his face stubborn.
"What do you think is going on?" Blaine asked, concerned; it was very unlike Wes to be a part of an argument, especially one that concerned one of his best friends.
"I don't know" Kurt replied with a frown.
"Come on" Blaine had unlinked their arms and Kurt followed despite his brief disappointment of the loss of physical contact, his mind now firmly on the arguing Warbler boys.
"-It's unbecoming of a Dalton boy to perform a solo at a moment's notice!" They heard Wes declare, soon followed by a scoff from Jeff.
"Then why does Blaine get a solo every freaking week and the rest of us get one once in a blue moon, if we're lucky? Besides Wes it's too late now; I've already spoken to the hotel manager and I've really got to go!"
"You can't force him not to Wes" David's calming voice cut through the argument like a knife. "Just don't break anything okay? We all know how clumsy you can get" Amusement was evident in the boy's voice, much to the indignation of Wes.
"I know you and Nick need to fix your problems but don't you think this is just a little bit rash-"
"No Wes. This is not a council meeting; you are not in charge. Now I'm sorry if it annoys you but I'm doing it" And before Wes could yell anymore at him Jeff pushed past his two friends, past Blaine and Kurt who he didn't seem to see, and towards, to Kurt's confusion and Blaine's alarm, the poolside stage where a short, bald man he assumed was the manager was waiting nervously in front of a bored looking group of teenagers, holding or standing behind an instrument.
"O-okay there's been a bit of a change" The man said into a microphone, his squeaky voice echoing around the area so people stopped what they were doing to look up at him.
"The lead singer of the band has gone off for five minutes to have a little break, s-so we've found someone to fill in for them while he's gone!" Kurt's eyebrows went up in surprise; he'd never heard any of the Dalton boys (except Blaine of course) sing solo before and - from what he'd heard Jeff yell at Wes - it was pretty rare.
"So please, listen to what he's got to say because I've heard it's important" the manager smiled a bit more bravely now as Jeff climbed up to the stage. "So, please, enjoy!" With an awkward bow at the hotel guests the manager scurried off down the steps and out of sight.
"I have a feeling Nick should be here" Blaine murmured to Kurt as Jeff took a spare guitar from the side of the stage and started tuning it.
"He is" Kurt replied, nodding over to where he'd just noticed Nick exiting the hotel and standing near the back of the pool. He looked a lot more lost and less angry than earlier which hopefully meant less likely to throw things, which Blaine supposed was a good sign that he'd be willing to listen to Jeff.
"Hey guys" Jeff said into the microphone once he'd finally tuned the guitar and put the strap on.
A few hotel guests cheered but most were too dozy in the heat of the day to respond with more than an acknowledgement with a tip of their head or a raise of their glasses and bottles of drink.
"If it's okay I'd just like to take a few minutes of the band's time to perform a song very important to me at the moment. And I really hope you get it" Jeff's eyes searched through the dozens in the vicinity until they landed on Nick's; as hidden as he'd tried to be, Jeff would always find him.
"I really do" He said again, more quietly than before.
Most of the hotel guests were looking at him confused but they probably also didn't know or care enough to ask what Jeff was talking about, and would soon forget this ever happened. But Jeff and Nick never would.
As the hotel guests murmured among themselves, Jeff turned to the band and explained to them what song he wanted to sing and what accompaniments he would need.
Once they nodded with consent, Jeff turned back to the front.
"Once again, thank you for your time" he said simply before starting to play the introduction to a song Kurt didn't know but Blaine seemed to recognise for his eyes widened and his expression sobered.
The moment before Jeff leaned towards the microphone to sing, Kurt glanced back at Nick and – sure enough – he seemed to know the song too for he immediately started to stare at the ground, guilt evidence on his face.
But when Jeff opened his mouth to sing everyone was silent and nothing seemed to matter in the world except for his performance and the message behind it. As he began to sing, every eye was on him; every swimmer stood still, every sunbather sat up. Everyone just stopped and listened.
"Walking out the door this morning
Wondering what it is that's going on with you,
On with you
Thinking of a way to say I'm sorry for something
That I'm not sure I do,
Sure I do
So come on baby let me in and show me what this really is
As Jeff played and sang straight at Nick, Kurt noticed someone else moving through the increasing number of bodies around the pool; Santana. She had moved so she was standing closer to the left-hand side of the hotel, gazing up at a balcony wistfully. Kurt wondered why Santana looked so unguarded and hopeful but discarded the thought as he became distracted by Nick moving closer to the stage. Kurt guessed Jeff had noticed too but you'd never know it by the way he was performing – as if he was singing it to Nick, yes – but also as if his life depended on this song being performed perfectly, and so far he was succeeding.
'Cause something must have made you say that
What did I do to make you say that to me?
The pain was evident on Jeff's face and in his voice, and while he wasn't crying he didn't seem far from it. Nick was staring up at him with wonder on his face and you could see conflicting thoughts flashing through his mind as his brain finally came to the conclusion it should have reached ages ago; that Jeff had never liked Kurt in a romantic way and only loved Nick.
Something must have made you so mad
What can I do to make you say come back to me?
Hoping for a moment that I turn around
And you'll be coming after me,
After me
'Cause all that I can say is that it's obvious,
It's obvious you're all I see,
All I see
It was as if there was an unspoken agreement between the hotel guests that no one was to speak, move or even breathe too loudly. Somehow everyone seemed to realise how important this moment was – not to them – but to the blonde boy singing on-stage. Even the band who just minutes ago looked bored out of their minds were playing with an enthusiasm they hadn't performed with in years; respect for Jeff shone in their eyes and none tried to take the spotlight that was rightfully his.
So come on baby let me in
And show me what this really is about
'Cause I can't read you
Come on baby let me in
And show me what this really is
Suddenly Kurt's attention from Nick – who was now standing as close to the stage as he could get – and Jeff was diverted; by the appearance of someone stepping out onto the balcony Santana was still gazing up at. Brittany. Her eyes were still red and puffy though she wasn't crying anymore, and as she stood on that balcony the sun shone on her face as if she was some kind of angel sent from above, at least in Santana's eyes.
The song being performed faded into the background for the girls as they simply stood and stared at each other, wordless wonder and questions in both of their eyes.
'Cause something must have made you say that
What did I do to make you say that to me?
Something must have made you so mad
What can I do to make you say come back to me?
Come back to me
Kurt watched Nick grip the side of the stage as if it were Jeff's hand, and the tears threatening to fall from Jeff's eyes with sympathy and hope for the couple. Through all the faces upturned to him, and Nick's hands just aching for Jeff to come down so he could hug him, Jeff still sang.
And I'll be here in the morning if you say stay,
If you say stay to me oh
And I'll be here in the morning if you say stay,
If you say stay to me oh, oh
And I'll be here in the morning if you say stay,
If you say stay to me oh
At the same time as Jeff started walking down the stage stairs until he stood in front of Nick, Kurt saw Santana mouth something to Brittany, tears now streaming down both of their faces. Whatever Santana had said must have been the right thing to say though, for Brittany smiled tearfully and nodded, before disappearing inside again. As if coming back to herself, Santana wiped the tears off of her cheeks yet she still remained looking vulnerable with hunched shoulders and trembling limbs, as if while she was ashamed she had cried she wasn't ashamed of what she was doing. And that, Kurt thought, was at least an improvement on outright denial.
Something must have made you say that
What did I do to make you say that to me?
Something must have made you so mad
What can I do to make you say come back to me?
Something must have made you say that
What did I do to make you say that to me?
Something must have made you so mad
What can I do to make you say...
The music from the band faded out just before the end, and on the last line Jeff simply stood in front of Nick and whispered it as they both cried; not out of sadness or happiness but purely out of relief to not be mad at each other anymore.
"Come back to me?" Jeff whispered, and before he'd even finished the first word, Nick barrelled himself at the boy, sobbing unrestrainedly onto his boyfriend's shoulder.
The hotel guests seemed to understand that this was a private moment, for – after a slightly awkward round of applause – they all came out of the daze Jeff's performance had left them in and turned back around to continue with what they were doing before.
As Jeff and Nick stood hugging and consoling each other, Kurt felt Blaine tug gently on his arm.
"Look" He murmured, pointing towards the nearest door leading into the hotel. The door had been burst through and Kurt watched with something akin to pride, as Brittany ran across the grass, barefoot and bedraggled, towards Santana who caught her and span her around.
Blaine turned to Kurt, smiling widely. "It seems everything's working itself out, doesn't it?" He said happily. "Nick and Jeff, Brittany and Santana and-"
"Us" Kurt finished for him, smiling just as broadly as Blaine took his hand in his.
"Now all we've got to do is arrange that date" He whispered into Kurt's ear.
It may have with drama and confusion, but for Kurt he would always remember this day as where everything amazing had truly begun.
A/N: So what'd you think?! Was it good? Was the Klaine moment by the fountain too cheesy, were parts too dramatic or alright? Please let me know; since none of my friends really like Glee I don't usually get feedback from this fanfic by them, so reviews are important to me; they are what help me to improve and inspire me more to write.
Anyway, thank you for reading, I really appreciate it :)
Next chapter: Jet-skiis, make-ups, maybe a Skype with Finn (I have a vague but funny idea for that :P it may involve the Warbler boys) just general fluff, fun and, most importantly, more KLAINE :D
Bye :)