I am unbelievably ashamed at how long it took me to get this chapter out. And I'm so sorry for the slow updates. I started college and lost my this is going to be the last chapter of the fic. I'm going to add an epilogue after, but I just can't commit to a full fic anymore. I do hope that you enjoy this though, and the epilogue after. Expect more oneshots soon! :) Thank you for your patience!

I Disclaim.

Chapter Ten

Eva pulls him in before he has the chance to even open his mouth. Kurt welcomes the feeling of arms around him, holding him in an embrace only a mother was capable of. She takes one look at him before pulling him to the kitchen and sitting him down. She turns to the stove and starts working on the making of hot chocolate, even though they've hardly breeched summer. Kurt watches the way she floats around the kitchen, her wavy hair bouncing along with her. Her thin frame seeming to hold all the strength and love in the world. And although Noah helped, he does already have a father. What he hasn't had in so many years is a mother.

"This is about Blaine, isn't it?" she asks, pouring the sweet smelling drink into a mug. "I told him the entire Michael dilemma was a dumb move."

Kurt sighs softly, eyes trained on the steady swirl of whipped cream and the soft sprinkle of cinnamon, making his taste buds scream. He beams when she hands him a mug and he greedily takes a sip, thanking her when he sets the cup down and wipes the cinnamon off his nose.

"It's not just Blaine. It's this entire thing. I love Blaine, I really do. But I don't understand why he let me go so easily."

Eva nods sadly, smiling inside at the fact that Kurt loves her son. And she sure as hell knows Blaine loves Kurt. "Blaine's a gentleman. And too damn proud to show weakness." She sighs, twirling her spoon and mixing the cream in with the chocolate until it's a pale brown. "He wants to play hero and prove to Michael that he's the 'better man'."

Kurt nods and lets another sigh leave his lips, bringing the mug to his mouth and letting the liquid warm his dry through. He still feels the sense of panic, of hurt and dread and confusion. He feels like he just can't get enough air into his lungs. But the hot chocolate is helping to calm him immensely. He sits back when he sees Eva begin to speak again.

"He loves you, Kurt. Adores you. He missed you horribly while you were away. He just needs to get his priorities straight."

"I just wish he hadn't let me go so easily. And that I hadn't let it happen. I'm just….Michael-"

"I get it Kurt. Blaine was your first boyfriend. You've never gotten the chance to try anything else. And now there's this new boy and he's different from Blaine, and you enjoy it."

Kurt flushed, Eva had gotten it right on the nail. "I feel like I'm betraying him."

"But you're not Kurt. You and Blaine both agreed to this. You're allowed to have feelings."

The clock chimed then, informing them that it was six. Kurt remembered the Warblers sleepover and smiled softly. "Thank you so much for everything, Eva." He spoke, standing and grabbing his keys. "You are just amazing, but I have to get ready for-"

"The sleepover." She smiled.

"How did you know?" Kurt asked.

"It's tradition for about every time this year. Just be careful, those boys are known to be pretty wild when they want to be." She chuckled, pressing her hand to his cheek fondly. "Don't let these boys tuin your night, okay? Just have fun and be with your friends." She smiled.

Kurt smiles at her before running across the street to pack a bag.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" Wes smiled, opening the door and pulling the boy into a hug. Kurt laughed, hugging his friend back with just as much enthusiasm.

"You have no idea how much we've missed just hanging out with you!" Wes spoke excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "The Warblers are so excited to see you and have you here for your first annual Warbs-over and-"

"Warbs over?" Kurt finally spoke.

"The Warbler Sleepover." David spoke, walking up and rolling his eyes at his boyfriends antics. He handed Kurt a Nerf gun and took his bag. "Hold onto that, you'll need it here." David spoke seriously, before leading him into the house.

Kurt stared worriedly at the device and made his way into the room slowly, frightened to make any sudden movement. He smiled softly despite the fact that he may be attacked by foam bullets at any moment, and made his way into the house. He stared around the large, almost mansion-esque home and looked around to see all the other Warblers either stuffing their faces, playing video games, or just chatting with each other.

The only odd thing was that they all held a nerf gun.

"Guys! Kurt's here!" Wes yelled out. The foreign boy hardly had time to cover himself before all the Warblers had turned to shoot at him, whooping and cheering and laughing. Kurt laughed, trying to get his gun to work to try and fire back, but it was useless. Suddenly, the ambush of Styrofoam seemed to get lower and he looked up to see Michael blocking the way, smiling down at him.

"Hold your fire troops!" he yelled out, causing Kurt to laugh out loud once more as Michael pulled him close into a hug. The bullets stopped after a few more moments, leaving the teenagers laughing in their wake as they turned back to what they were doing.

"Are you okay? Do I need to check for any damages?" Michael smiled, brushing the bangs from Kurt's face before cupping his cheek.

Kurt caught sight of curly black hair and glanced over, seeing Blaine looking a bit red in the face and, dare he say, jealous. Kurt felt something in him snap. Blaine deserved to be jealous. Blaine was the one who let him go, Blaine was the one who decided that Michael needed a chance. He turned back to the male, leaning into his cheek before getting up on his tip toes to kiss Michael softly on the lips. The room got strangely quiet, except for the sound of a slamming door as Michael brought his other hand up to cup Kurt's cheek. Kurt pulled away after a few moments, staring up at the taller male.

"Huh. Maybe I should save you more often…" Michael whispered, still feeling a bit shocked from the kiss. He pressed his fingers to his lips and stared down at Kurt with a smile. Kurt beamed back up at him, nodding his head.

"Il était plutôt chevaleresque de vous." ("It was rather chivalrous of you.") Kurt murmured softly, shrugging his shoulders before lifting his gun between them, shooting Michael in the stomach before grinning and running off.

"Warblers!" Michael called in a shocked voice. "Capture the French enemy!" he yelled.

The Warblers let out a war call, arming their guns before running after the male.

"I can't believe you pushed me into the pool!" Kurt yelled, wrapping the towel closer around himself as he shivered, looking at the darkening sky.

"I'm sorry." Thad murmured, patting his shoulder. "I'll go get some pajamas from your bag for you."

"Thank you Thad." Kurt smiled softly at his friend, watching him run off. He did his best to dry himself off as he sat on the back porch, staring out.

"Hey…" a familiar voice spoke. Blaine sat down next to him shyly, handing him another towel.

"Thanks…" Kurt whispered softly, taking the offered cloth and wrapping it around himself. "So…"

"Did you kiss Michael to make me jealous?" Blaine spoke suddenly, glancing over at his ex boyfriend and worrying his lip.

Kurt looked up at him, wrapping his arms closer around himself and pulling the towel to his chest. "You let me go." He whispered softly, not looking the male in his eyes.

"Why are you playing the victim here, Kurt?" Blaine spoke softly, moving so that they were sitting across from each other. He moved until their knees brush and looked up at him.

"What do you expect me to do! I thought that you were going to fight for me! I thought that you would love me!" Blaine opened his mouth but Kurt stood, quickly shushing him. "No Blaine Anderson. You sit and you listen to what I have to say!" Kurt yelled.

"I love you! Don't you understand that? I was miserable without you! My dad bought me a house here so I could be with you! And at the first sign of conflict you give up! You go and give me to Michael!"

"Kurt-"

"I said fucking listen to me!" he screamed.

It was silent for a moment and Kurt glanced over, seeing a few of the Warblers standing in shocked silence at the screaming boys. Kurt bit at his lip and shook his head. "I love you." He whispered, turning away and making his way off towards Thad who was holding a towel and some clothes in his hands. The Warbler looked at him before quickly taking his arm and leading him into the house.

Thad brought him to what seemed to be Wes' room and pointed him to towards the bathroom. "I'll wait here while you get changed." He murmured.

"Thank you." Kurt murmured before walking into the bathroom. He wasn't really surprised that Thad was helping him, but it was still odd. The Warblers were all unbelievably kind, and they would do anything for one of their own. But just the fact that Thad was with him, he felt a million times better.

"I'm sorry for causing so much trouble." Kurt spoke softly from the other side of the door, drying himself off and taking off his wet clothes.

"You're not trouble, Kurt." Thad spoke softly, "I'm the one who pushed you in the pool anyways."

"Not….not because of the pool….because of the whole thing with me and Blaine and Michael…." He whispered softly.

"That." Thad spoke. "You guys are our friends, and we don't like seeing you fight. But…I understand…how it feels."

Kurt walked out a few moments later, dressed with his dry pajamas. "Really?"

Thad looked up at him and nodded his head, patting the spot on the bed next to him. "In my Freshmen year of classes at Dalton….I had fallen in love with David." He spoke softly.

"Is everyone in the Warblers gay?" Kurt spoke, covering his mouth for a moment. "Sorry."

Thad laughed out loud and shook his head. "The only others are Nick and Jeff." He smiled. "The others are straight, I think." He smiled before knocking their shoulders together. "I know how Michael feels though, Kurt. I had such a crush on David, but I knew how much he and Wes loved each other, even if they weren't even out yet, everyone just knew. And I bet Michael really loves you, but he also knows that you and Blaine, you two are perfect for each other." Thad smiled softly.

"I like Michael….but…there's no spark." He murmured.

"Then you need to go with the person who makes fireworks go off beneath your eyelids every time you kiss."

"I don't want to hurt Michael….and what if Blaine doesn't want me….he let me go so easily."

"Blaine….Blaine is to chivalrous for his own good."

"That's what his mom said." Kurt chuckled.

"It's true." Thad grinned. "But Kurt. You have to listen to me when I say go with your heart. Go with the person that you love. The one who you can imagine waking up to every morning."

Kurt smiled as they stood, hugging each other tightly. "Thank you, Thad."

"Anytime." He grinned. "Let's get back to the party." He smirked.

"Let's."

Blaine was enjoying the buzz of the alcohol through his veins as they all sat in a circle. If they were all sober the Warblers probably would have realized that Spin The Bottle was quite a homoerotic game when they were all males. But with the alcohol, it seemed like the best idea ever. He leaned forward then, placing his hand on the bottle and spinning it, watching it circle around the group before landing on the only countertenor in the group.

He looked up as he met eyes with Kurt. The Warblers cheered as he crawled across the floor towards the male.

Kurt blinked, breath quickening as he licked his lips, rising to his knees to meet Blaine. He looked up at Blaine and smiled shyly.

"Hey Kurt."

"Hello Blaine."

The two smiled at each other for a moment, and Kurt closed his eyes, waiting to feel Blaine's lips on his own. His breath caught as their lips connected. Kurt gasped softly and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck as he took in the feeling.

Fireworks.