I have no words. Again, you guys are all amazing. As of now, I am even more in love with canon Klaine (OMG I died during the Klaine kiss). To all my lovely readers out there, here is the next chappie! :) Thanks for being patient (sorry it took me so long to get this one up. Mah bad...) and thank you so so sooo much for all the reviews and the alerts! You are all too sweet! Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox. Pas moi.

Kurt stretched, his eyes opening to the pale morning light. He felt Blaine's arms, tight around his waist, surrounding him in a cocoon of warmth, and he never, ever wanted to leave. Kurt sighed, burrowing his face into the hollow of Blaine's shoulder. He took a deep breath, loving the fact that he was here, cuddling with Blaine on his bed. Kurt enveloped himself in Blaine's scent because, gosh, he smelled so good. And finally, FINALLY Kurt could indulge in this intimacy with Blaine.

Oh shit. He was cuddling with Blaine ON HIS BED! And Blaine was still married!

Kurt glanced up at the stubbly jaw of the man he loved. Blaine was sleeping peacefully, his dark eyelashes barely brushing the tops of his cheekbones.

God, he was beautiful.

Mmm…Kurt pressed a kiss into Blaine's collar bone, disappointed that his lips were met with cloth instead of Blaine's warm skin, but then RIGHT, Blaine was still married. Not okay. Right then, Kurt needed a plan.

They would need to talk about this…about Ava, because despite all the talking and secrets that they had shared last night, that was a topic that they had avoided entirely.

Even though the thought of discussing Ava was horrifying, Blaine loved Kurt, so nothing else mattered. So Kurt was okay with this; he could have this conversation; it was something they needed to do before their...relationship...went any further.

But, however delightful it was being pressed up against Blaine, Kurt needed to get out of bed. His hair was a disaster and there was no way in hell he was going to wake up next to Blaine still having morning breath. To the bathroom!

Kurt tried to get up, but alas, there was something holding him back. More specifically, Blaine's arms were holding Kurt to Blaine's chest. Kurt grinned lovingly at Blaine, letting his fingers run through Blaine's messy curls. He was just so damn cute!

Slowly, Kurt tried to loosen Blaine's hold, being careful not to wake his sleeping friend/lover/soul mate/what the hell were they?

Next, Kurt slid his leg, which had been trapped between Blaine's, out of their tangled limbs to finally free himself. As Kurt pulled away, Blaine let out a tiny whimper and rolled over, right to the place where Kurt's warm body had just been.

Quietly, Kurt crept out of his bedroom, fighting his fierce desire to run back and snuggle under the covers to be with Blaine again.

But, no, he couldn't do that. Not now anyways…he had things to do.

Blaine yawned. He was having the most fantastic dream, and he never ever wanted it to end.

In this dream, he had gone to Kurt's apartment and they had kissed. And it had been breathtaking. And in the dream they fell asleep together and his stomach was pressed flush against Kurt's back and he woke up and was kissing Kurt's neck and they were in love and planning to make lots of gay babies together…

The early morning light streamed through a window, hitting Blaine's face just so, waking him up. He cracked an eye open and sighed. Why did all good dreams have to end?

Eyes heavy with sleep, Blaine sat up in bed. It was then that Blaine began to slowly become aware of his surroundings: he was alone in an empty bed, the covers strewn around him. Fuck. Although part of him had been sure-SO sure-that his dream had been real, as Blaine looked around, he figured that it had been too good to be true. Disappointment, pain, and fear washed over him.

Hmm…but wait. This was clearly not HIS bed. Blaine glanced around the room, noting the framed, autographed photos of famous fashion designers, as well as the CD tower that contained an awful lot of showtunes. And there was a picture of Kurt, laughing, his arm wrapped around Mercedes' shoulders…

Blaine just about died.

He nearly yelped in realization, falling back onto Kurt's bed. So it wasn't a dream; everything, the kiss, the cuddles, telling Kurt that he loved him-it had all happened.

This was his reality.

Grinning from ear to ear, Blaine hopped out of bed and hurried out of the room. Dodging the towers of baked goods, Blaine headed toward the kitchen, hoping to find Kurt there. Because…Blaine missed Kurt. Blaine missed his presence and his scent and his body and his personality and his strength and everything else that made him Kurt. He couldn't wait to hug Kurt and tell him that he loved him over and over and over again…

Blaine spun around in the empty kitchen, feeling panic rising in his chest. Where was Kurt?

"Kurt?" yelled Blaine, hearing his voice reverberate in the empty rooms of Mercedes' apartment.

No one answered.

Blaine's panic finally disappeared when he spotted a note on the table; it was clearly for him. He had been so eager to find Kurt that he hadn't noticed it before.

Blaine, it read.

Hey there sleepyhead! I went out to get coffee. But when I get back, we need to talk.

Love,
Kurt

Blaine's heart leapt, his mind focusing solely on the Love, Kurt part of the note. Giddy, Blaine stood with the note in hand, repeating 'Kurt loves me. Kurt loves me. Kurt loves me' in his head. God, he couldn't get over the wave of emotions that that fact caused. Kurt loves Blaine.

Blaine was lovestruck. He was utterly, completely, head over heels, out-of-his mind in love with Kurt Hummel, so much so that simply imagining Kurt writing 'love,' in his neat script, caused a warm, tingly feeling to appear in Blaine's stomach and countless fantasies to play in his head.

Blaine was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the door opening, nor did he realize that someone was calling his name. Wait, more like shouting it.

"Blaine? Oh my god. Did you? With Kurt? When did? WHAT?" Mercedes stared, dumbfounded, at the sight of Blaine, clothes rumpled and hair sticking up every which way, frozen in the kitchen, holding a paper note. At eight o'clock in the morning.

Blaine blushed fiercely, unable to meet Mercedes' in the eye. Oh god, this was NOT happening. "What? No. We didn't. It wasn't like that. I just…" Blaine's burning cheeks were nothing compared to the inundation of dirty thoughts that flooded his mind at the implication of the current situation. Because all he had done was kiss Kurt—once!—and they had spent the rest of the night talking and cuddling and just being with one another. But, oh dear, Blaine couldn't keep the bubble of hope and desire from rising in his chest. Here we go again…

Mm…Kurt slowly undressing for Blaine…mm…what would it be like to kiss the underside of Kurt's jaw? Blaine suddenly had the urge to take Kurt (once he came back with the coffee) into his bedroom and pepper him with tiny kisses everywhere to find out what he tastes like. Damn it, Blaine needed to stop this…

Mercedes took in Blaine's blushing face as a warning sign. What the hell had gone down here? "Okay, Blaine, you have some major explaining to do. Most importantly as to why you look like you and Kurt spent the night together."…having sex. Mercedes decided not to add that last part, in fear of making Blaine's face permanently red.

Blaine spluttered. "Well we did spend the night together—I mean we slept together—I mean I fell asleep. In Kurt's bed. Next to him." Ohmygod….the images flooding his brain made it impossible to speak. Or form coherent thoughts. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sleeping with Kurt. Do not think about Kurt shirtless or …. Gah this was so difficult!

Mercedes only cocked an eyebrow, waiting for Blaine to go on.

Fuck it, he was just going to go for it. He was done hiding from anyone. "Mercedes…I'm in love with Kurt."

Mercedes gasped, taking a minute to make sense of everything.

"Mercedes?" asked Blaine nervously, watching her sink down into one of the kitchen chairs. She wasn't saying anything. Shit, this was bad. Blaine walked over and sat in the other chair, looking at his friend hopefully. "Please say something…" he pleaded.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked, her voice strained. "Because Blaine, I am torn. My first instinct was to shout and hug you, because I don't think I could live here with Kurt any longer if you guys didn't make up…pretty soon there would be no room for actual people in this house; just cupcakes." Mercedes glanced at Blaine, giving him a small smile. "But Blaine, what are you doing?"

Blaine stared at Mercedes, the reality of Kurt's note and their situation dawning on him.

"Because as far as I know, you are still married to Ava, our friend, and forgive me if I am wrong, but I doubt she knows you feel this way."

Blaine nodded dumbly, feeling the fear build up inside him once again.

Mercedes sighed, rubbing her temples. This was DEFINITELY not what she had expected to come home to after staying the night at her friend Lisa's house. She had wanted to give Kurt some space, but this kind of…space wasn't what she had in mind. "Blaine, listen to me. I love Kurt. He is my best friend, and I never, ever want to see him hurt. And I am so happy for him—happy that he found you and that you love him back."

Blaine smiled, reveling in the fact that someone else knew it too; it wasn't just in their heads. That made it all the more real.

"But Blaine," said Mercedes, placing a hand on Blaine's arm, "you need to do something. Kurt cannot be the 'other man.' He deserves the best. Kurt is the sweetest, strongest, most kind-hearted person I have ever met, and I WILL cut you if you do anything to hurt him. You just…you can't break his heart. You just can't."

"No, I-" started Blaine, but he was cut off by Mercedes.

"Just hear me out, Blaine. I know Kurt; I've known him for years, so I'm qualified to pass this kind of judgment. I would love if you and Kurt were together; lord knows he's been in love with you since the day he met you, but he needs all your love." Mercedes grimaced, because this was one of the most difficult situations she'd ever been in. "I don't know what is going on between you and Ava, but I know that…for this to work, you need to talk with her about this. You owe it to her."

Blaine nodded emphatically, understanding what Mercedes was saying. He needed to make this right with Ava, because he wasn't going to put either of them in a situation like this. Blaine would never, ever leave Kurt's side or break Kurt's heart, because he loved him to no end. And part of that love, Blaine was finding out, was protecting Kurt from Blaine's own mistakes. He wasn't going to make Kurt into a home-wrecker.

Ah, shit. Ava. He had forgotten to call her, and she was probably worried sick about him. Blaine grimaced and got up from the table. There were some things he needed to take care of.

As Blaine rose, Mercedes understood his intentions fully. She followed him out to the hall, shoving a muffin into his hand. "Have some breakfast," she whispered, patting Blaine's arm. "I'll tell Kurt why you left. He'll understand."

Blaine nodded and squeezed Mercedes' hand in thanks. Blaine hoped that she realized his unspoken request for her to 'tell Kurt I love him.'

Mercedes watched Blaine disappear out of their apartment, her mind a whirl of worry and happiness. Was Kurt finally getting his happy ending? Mercedes quietly closed the door of her apartment, and amid all the worry, she was absolutely sure of one thing: nothing, absolutely nothing, would be able to separate these two from each other, because it was clear that they loved one another in a way that was almost inhumanly possible.

Blaine arrived at his house about fifteen minutes later, only to realize that Ava had already left for work.

He called her cell phone and left a message, hoping to somehow soften the blow of his mysterious disappearance.

"Hey Ava, it's me. I'm so sorry I didn't leave a note or call; I'm at home now. I'll explain everything later tonight. I fell asleep at Kurt's house and I didn't get the chance to call; Sorry."

Blaine knew that was a shitty message and an even shittier apology, but he couldn't explain something like this over the phone.

Ava wouldn't be home until about five o'clock, which left Blaine about nine and a half hours to worry about what he was going to say. Nnnng. He needed a distraction.

What Blaine should have done was shower and check his email and sit down to organize his thoughts, as any normal person would, but he just couldn't make himself do it. (He loved the idea of smelling like Kurt and Kurt's bed too much to go take a shower…it was like he had a little piece of Kurt with him.)

Blaine trooped upstairs, sat himself at his computer, and began to write. He typed continuously, something he hadn't done in weeks (which infuriated his editor to no end, because it meant he wasn't producing award winning novels), and simply wrote. Blaine began by writing down his thoughts and feelings, and he eventually began to write a story. Hours passed by, and soon Ava came back from work and…

"Blaine Cooper Anderson, what the HELL have you been doing?"

Damn. Ava was home. Blaine prepared to suffer the wrath.

"I'm in my study!" he shouted, not wanting to get up from his computer. This was going to get ugly…Ava, despite her small stature, was notorious for having quite a temper.

Ava stormed up the stairs and stopped in the doorway of Blaine's office, hands on her hips. "I called you at least a dozen times last night before I found your phone, turned OFF, lying on your desk. I was worried sick! I got home and you were gone—no call, no text, no note reading 'Hey Ava, I'll be back soon.' And I had no idea what to do! My husband, who hasn't slept or lucidly talked to me in a WEEK disappeared! Wes and David hadn't heard anything from you in days, and both Mercedes and Kurt weren't picking up their phones!"

"I'm sorry…." Blaine said meekly, guilt flooding through him. "I was at Kurt's and I lost track of time…"

Ava stared at her husband, noticing both his disheveled appearance and his hands, poised on the keyboard.

"You're writing again?" she asked softly, going over to look at the screen. "You haven't been doing much lately…" Ava looked at Blaine, her gaze searching his face for an answer. "What's wrong? Can we talk, please? Like we used to? I…" Tears welled up in Ava's eyes, though she hastily wiped them away. "Come, let's go sit in the living room. I'll make us some tea."

Blaine silently followed Ava downstairs, surprised at her calmness. There were no words for his guilt, though she must have been very worried since she had barely yelled at him.

The couple wandered into the living room, and a few minutes later, they were both settled on the couch, feet curled under their knees, sipping mugs of hot tea.

Eyes red, Ava looked at Blaine, willing him to start talking.

He sighed, knowing that this was it. Ava was here, waiting to hear what he had to say. This was his chance. Blaine, this new, free Blaine, that wasn't afraid, had to take a leap of faith. Ava at least deserved his honesty.

"Okay, so I know I've been distant for the past couple weeks, and I am sorry for that. I am." Blaine looked at Ava, trying to express his unsaid emotions. He truly was sorry, because Blaine did love Ava, and he didn't want to hurt her. But, he knew no matter what he did, she would end up getting hurt. And, no matter how much pain it caused both of them, Blaine HAD to do this. "Well I've been doing a lot of thinking…"

Ava nodded, urging him to go on.

"I think I might be gay…" Blaine locked his gaze on Ava's waiting anxiously for her reaction.

"…."

"Well…no…I know I'm gay."

"How…?" Ava's eyes grew wide, her expression one of heartbreak. What was Blaine telling her? What did this mean?

"I…uh…kind of always knew. But I didn't realize it fully until yesterday."

Ava nodded and was silent. Blaine? Gay? She couldn't think; she couldn't do this. Ava couldn't process this, not right now, because she knew, in her heart, that Blaine was being honest with her.

Cringing at his wife's expression, Blaine moved forward to embrace her.

"No, don't touch me," whispered Ava. She shrunk back from Blaine's touch, her mouth quivering into a frown.

Blaine gave her a pleading look, but he was at loss for words. Ava…

Ava closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Oh god…this is not happening. Her entire world was falling apart, and a small part of her wasn't surprised. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about the little signs, the things that she should have noticed. Everything made sense now. They were subtle indicators and Blaine hid them well, but c'mon, the sex? He was pulling away from her…the inability to sleep? Spending all this time with Kurt, not sleeping for a week after their dinner party at Kurt's, the looks that he gave Kurt…oh god.

"Kurt?" Ava asked, her voice barely a whisper. It only took one look at Blaine to know; it was written all over his face. Ava cried out and immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, her face wet with tears. Of course…Kurt. Blaine didn't even have to say it.

Shocked, Blaine reached over again to comfort her, because he couldn't stand seeing her in pain. She was his best friend; they understood each other and had been together for so long. Ava shrugged away from him again, sniffling.

"I'd like to be alone now," she whispered, not meeting Blaine's gaze.

Blaine's hand dropped to his side as Ava turned away. Blaine slowly got up from the couch, wanting, needing to do something to comfort her. It hurt too much.

"Ava, I still love you. I always will. But…I can't lie to myself anymore." Blaine hovered over Ava's body. He had to do something.

"Please, just...leave."

Blaine gave one last lingering look at Ava, his gaze landing on her back as she sobbed. Blaine slowly walked out the door and closed it behind him. He was numb; this was not how it was supposed to go. This was part of the reason he had stayed in the closet all those years…

Even though he was numb, even though he didn't know what to do, Blaine found himself at the one place he felt safe.

Blaine knocked on Kurt's door, barely able to contain himself. Seeing Kurt's face appear, after what had seemed like forever, almost made Blaine cry out in relief. Kurt...

"I told Ava…" he said, and then Kurt's arms were around Blaine, stroking and holding him as the tears fell and Kurt was there, keeping Blaine safe and protecting him from everything.

They sat together on the couch, with Blaine curled against Kurt's chest, feeling himself break down little by little. Kurt smoothed Blaine's hair and pressed kisses into his temple and hummed a wordless song.

With Kurt's arms wrapped around him, Blaine could feel again. He was no longer numb so he cried. He cried for Ava and her pain. He cried for the possibility of losing his best friend. He cried for love and loss and the look in her eyes. He cried because this was the most difficult thing he had ever done.

Kurt rubbed his cheek on Blaine's curls and hugged him. This was all Blaine needed right now, and Kurt was here, loving him just the same, to do this for him.

"Shhhh..." Kurt crooned, holding Blaine to his chest. "Shh..."

After a while, Blaine quieted enough to notice Kurt's humming.

"What are you humming?" he asked, looking up at Kurt.

Blushing slightly, Kurt pressed his forehead into Blaine's shoulder. "It's a Bob Marley song…"

"Will you sing it please?" asked Blaine, curling himself closer to Kurt's body. He sighed and closed his eyes, wishing this sadness would go away.

"Okay…" Kurt continued to stroke Blaine's hair as he crooned "Don't worry…about a thing. 'Cause every little thing…gonna be alright…"

And that was how they sat, Kurt holding Blaine in a warm embrace, singing this same song over and over again to him softly, until Blaine's breathing deepened and he fell asleep. But Kurt kept singing and running his fingers through Blaine's hair, because he too needed to know that everything was going to be alright.

I hope you liked it! Leave a review if you wish! :) And don't worry my dears, because It's. Not. Over. Yet! Thanks a bunch for your support and everything else that you do. My love and hugs go out to everyone! Happy Klainebows and Kluddles :D