They eat lunch in the back yard. Finn and Burt argue over the BBQ and Rachel and Kurt sneak half of the raw meat back into the house to be cooked under the grill when Finn's not looking, rather than letting everyone die of food poisoning. Everyone from the old glee club is there, even Quinn, just like she said she would be. Kurt only catches Puck hiding out in the bathroom with a bottle of whiskey once and he hands it over without any fuss and makes extra sure that he says hello to Quinn when he rejoins the party, under Rachel's strict orders.
Quinn finally found her soul mate. She tells them all while they eat their lunch. He's a businessman and spends most of his time travelling, she really wanted to bring him to meet everyone but he's in London right now. Quinn sounds so happy and her eyes crinkle at the corners when she proudly tells everyone that he doesn't want them to get engaged just yet but he asked her to move in straight away. She's sure it won't be much longer until he proposes. Everyone smiles and tells her they're happy for her. Carole hugs her and tells her that she deserves the best. Blaine catches the way that Quinn's smile slips though, just for a moment, when she looks at Puck, and Kurt watches Puck's own face soften into a bittersweet smile and knows that even though Puck's heart is breaking all over again he is still happy for Quinn. Blaine and Kurt squeeze each other's hands under the table.
Santana and Brittany show off the engagement rings that they just bought for each other, and Sam cries when Mercedes tells everyone that she's pregnant, and Artie and Sugar tell everyone about their next film and how this time they're sure it will be a success, unlike the last one. No one asks if Blaine is Tobias and Kurt is fairly certain that Rachel sent out some kind of memo. He wants to be annoyed at her but he's actually sort of grateful.
Everyone loves Blaine, especially Holly who will not leave him alone but shouts every time Puck moves out of her eye line, meaning that Puck and Blaine spend the majority of the afternoon together. There is a rare five minutes where Holly is distracted by Mike and Brittany teaching her how to tap dance, and Puck takes the opportunity to sneak around to the front of the house with Santana. Blaine immediately looks for Kurt but sees him and Rachel in some kind of heated argument by the back door so quietly follows Puck and Santana around to the front of the house instead.
"Just the guy I wanted to see," Santana says as Blaine trips over a small pile of branches between the side of the house and the gate separating it from next door's yard. Santana and Puck are sitting on the front step, passing a cigar between them. Blaine raises his eyebrows and Santana smirks, passing the cigar to Puck. "Sometimes these family gatherings can get a little stressful," she explains.
"Why did you want to see me?" Blaine asks, laughing.
"Would you please tell him that Quinn is as miserable as he is?"
Puck rolls his eyes.
"Oh," Blaine stutters, "well I don't really know her that well-"
"Just answer the question." Santana interrupts.
"It wasn't really a question."
Santana laughs at that and Blaine is relieved. He would never admit it, not even to Kurt, but she is probably the most intimidating woman he has ever met.
"Did Quinn, from your outsider's point-of-view, look miserable when she was talking about her new soul mate?"
Blaine considers lying. He hasn't known these people very long and he really doesn't want to cause any trouble. But he remembers the sound of Puck's voice when Kurt spoke to him over the phone on Beth's birthday, and he remembers the way that Quinn's face had fallen, and he remembers Kurt's worry that there might come a year when Puck doesn't call.
"Yeah," he says at last, "she looked miserable."
"See?" Santana snatches the cigar from Puck's hand and passes it to Blaine.
"You're both nuts." Puck shakes his head. "She looked happy."
Blaine shakes his head, blowing cigar smoke out in front of him. It has been a long time since he's smoked anything, never mind a cigar, and he can't stop thinking about high school; memories of sneaking out on snow days and of smoking out of the window of each other's dorm rooms. The memories are probably what makes him say these things that he shouldn't be saying. "She was pretending. I know what someone looks like when they're putting on a brave face, when things aren't as good as they hoped they would be but they want everyone to think that they are. I especially know what it looks like when the wife of a businessman is pretending to be happy to save face." He thinks of his mother and of all of the times that she put on a smile and pretended that her life had turned out just the way she wanted it to, and he thinks of how happy Quinn really did look when Puck first came over to talk to her before lunch. Quinn has a beautiful smile, he thinks, and suddenly he doesn't want her to have to pretend anymore. "You should tell her that you're still in love with her."
"Whoa." Puck snaps around to look at Santana. "What the hell did you put in that thing?"
"It's just a cigar," Santana rolls her eyes and Blaine passes the cigar back to her. "Blaine's right though."
"Look no offence dude, you seem like a great guy and I'm glad Hummel's finally getting laid, but you've been here five minutes."
Santana punches Puck in the arm and Blaine shuffles a little uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to overstep."
"You weren't overstepping," Santana promises. "Everyone else is just too chicken to tell him what he needs to hear. Carry on."
Blaine looks back to Puck for permission to really keep going and he takes Puck's covering his face with his hands as a sign that he should carry on.
"I just don't think soul mates are that important. It's like arranged marriage only we're supposed to believe that the universe made the arrangement. I know that some people do fall in love with their soul mate and that's great, but I think other people force themselves into pretending to love someone that they don't really care about just because they're supposed to, and I think that if you can really find love with someone else then you shouldn't stop yourself from being with them."
There are a few moments of silence while Puck and Santana take all of this in. Then Santana starts laughing and passes the cigar back to Blaine. "I like that."
"You're marrying your soul mate," Puck reminds her.
"Some people fall in love with their soul mate," Santana replies in a tone that makes it very clear that Puck is not to argue with her.
"She doesn't want me, she wants Mr. Businessman. She has since we were kids."
Puck makes to grab the cigar from Blaine but Blaine pulls it out of his reach. "She should at least know that she has a choice."
"You don't even know her," Puck says.
"Sure he does." Santana smiles up at Blaine and, although she is definitely still intimidating, he gets the feeling that he's just been approved for something, although he's not too sure what.
"My father's a businessman," Blaine takes a long drag on the cigar before passing it to Puck. "I know her."
There's the loud crunching noise of twigs breaking and they all turn just in time to see Kurt stumble out from the side of the house and brush himself off. He takes one look at the cigar being passed between Blaine and Puck and his eyebrows disappear into his hairline.
"What's going on round here?"
"We're celebrating," Santana answers. "And we're making friends. We like Blaine."
"Good." Kurt smiles and reaches out to link his arm with Blaine's. "You probably shouldn't be smoking though, what with Holly and Mercedes-"
"That's why we came round to the front of the house," Puck interrupts.
"Well Holly finally noticed that you're gone."
Puck lets out a weary sigh and Kurt nudges Puck's knee with his boot, smiling down at him softly.
"I know it's tough, but she loves you."
"Yeah," Puck agrees, passing the cigar back to Santana and pushing himself up off the step. "It's tough."
"Tell her, you big baby!" Santana calls after him. Puck shoots an obscene hand gesture back at her before diving back around the side of the house. "He'll never tell her," she says to Blaine.
"Tell who what?" Kurt asks.
"Tell Mrs. Businessman that he wants to run away with her."
"He can't do that!"
"Why not?" Blaine asks, pulling away a little to look Kurt in the eye. "She deserves to know that he loves her."
"Because she already had to break his heart once and she's happy now, she finally has what she's always wanted, he shouldn't make her feel guilty for that."
"I think I'll leave you two to it," Santana says. Kurt clicks his tongue as she puts the cigar out on the step and flicks the remains of it into a nearby bush. "I'd better go make sure Brittany isn't getting into any trouble. Hey Blaine, make sure Kurt gives you our number," she adds before she disappears around the side of the house too.
"You really think Puck should tell Quinn that he loves her?" Kurt asks as soon as they're alone.
"Sure." Blaine shrugs. "She has a choice and she deserves to be allowed to make it. She gave her baby up for adoption, she's proven that she can make tough choices."
"But she already made her choice," Kurt snaps. He pulls away completely and crosses his arms and Blaine isn't sure what he's done exactly but he knows that he needs to fix it, right now. "Not everyone is like you," Kurt says quietly. "Some people choose their soul mate."
Oh.
"I know that," Blaine says, reaching out for Kurt, who thankfully lets him take his hands. "And I'm not saying that she shouldn't. I just think that she deserves to know how he feels, just in case she feels the same way."
"And what if she does choose Puck? What about her soul mate?" Kurt asks, refusing to meet Blaine's eye.
"If he cares about her, and if he believes in love, then he'll understand. And if he doesn't then she shouldn't be with him anyway." Kurt finally looks up at Blaine.
"Why do you care anyway?" He asks. "You just met them."
Blaine shrugs. "They're your family."
Kurt pulls Blaine towards him and kisses him, hard and breathless. "I love you," he whispers against Blaine's lips. Blaine smiles in response.
"You don't have to say that," he says quietly, meaning it.
"I mean it," Kurt promises. "And I had to tell you because I want you to always know how I feel. Even… even if we aren't together for very long… I don't want us to regret even a second of this."
Blaine rests his forehead against Kurt's and tries not to think about that sentence too much. "Well you know I love you too."
"Good." Kurt laughs.
"Good."
The rest of the weekend goes by in a blur and by the time they get back into Kurt's car to head home Blaine really feels like he's part of the family, which is a nice, if unfamiliar, feeling. Carole gives him a bone-crushing hug and makes him promise to visit again soon. Holly pulls him down to her level so that she can kiss him on the cheek. Burt smiles at him in this warm way that makes his stomach tie together, pulls him into a hug, and whispers 'thank you' in his ear, and Blaine doesn't know what to do because he is not exaggerating when he says that he can't remember the last time his own father hugged him or smiled at him like that. It was probably sometime before his tenth birthday, he thinks as he climbs into Kurt's car.
"So," Blaine says when they've driven far enough from the house that they can't see Rachel and Holly waving at them, pretending that he hasn't seen Kurt wiping tears from his eyes since they pulled out of the driveway. "I think that went pretty well."
"Yeah," Kurt agrees, "mom loved her gifts."
"I meant the whole thing where your family didn't try to beat me up or drive me out of town with pitchforks."
"Oh, right. That thing."
"They didn't hate me."
"They didn't hate you."
Blain pauses for a moment, considering the look on Kurt's face. He's pretending to concentrate, Blaine has, by now, figured out the exact differences between Kurt when he is actually concentrating and Kurt when he is pretending to concentrate in order to get Blaine to be quiet. It never works. He just has to figure out why Kurt wants him to be quiet.
"Are you disappointed?"
"What?" Kurt looks away from the road for a moment, his eyes wide as they check Blaine's face for signs that he's kidding.
"It's alright," Blaine says. "I understand. You wanted them to dislike me because then it would make it easier when you have to break up with me."
"Blaine!"
"Hey, it's okay."
Kurt pulls the car over so suddenly that they nearly go flying into someone's front yard.
"Stop it, stop it right now," he snaps, turning to fully face Blaine. "I don't ever want you thinking that, okay? If I wanted this to be easy then I would never have brought you here. I love you, and I'm going to move in with you and we're taking this one day at a time because I don't know what I'm doing here but I want to try. With you… Now shut up."
Blaine watches in silence as Kurt's face slowly returns to its natural colour instead of the red that it has suddenly gone. He nods slowly.
"If I ever get my hands on that father of yours I am going to give him a piece of my mind."
Blaine smiles down at his hands. "You are never getting within spitting distance of my father."
"Yeah well maybe I'd like to," Kurt says under his breath.
"Well, as much as I'd like to see you tear the old man a new one, it's not entirely his fault."
"Oh yes it is."
Blaine can tell that Kurt is not going to accept any of his arguments and he's far too tired to try so he just nods again instead.
"Let's just go home," he says.
Kurt's still looking at him though, in that way that only Kurt can, like he's looking into Blaine's soul.
"You know, we don't talk much about your past."
"I'm not very proud of it," Blaine says. "And I don't feel like the side of an Ohio road in your car is the best place."
"Okay." Kurt nods but Blaine can tell that he's disappointed.
"It's just, we only just left your family," Blaine explains. "This whole trip has been so great, I'd rather we wait until we get back? I don't want to tarnish the whole thing with tales of my sorry past."
Kurt rolls his eyes but he also starts driving again.
"Also," Blaine adds. "I would kind of like to get all your stuff moved in before I tell you everything, then it will be more difficult for you to run away screaming."
"Oh my God, I have to move all of my stuff into your place." The look of shock on Kurt's face makes it clear that this is the first time this prospect has crossed his mind since he agreed to move in with Blaine.
"Well, you don't have to," Blaine teases.
"Will it even all fit?" Kurt asks.
"We'll make room. We can easily clear half of the living room space and put a desk in so you have room for your sewing.
"This is going to take a lot of planning." Blaine smiles. Kurt is completely distracted, and hopefully by the time they get back he will have forgotten all about Blaine's past.
"Oh definitely. You should probably stay over tonight so that you can plan."
Kurt smirks over at Blaine.
"What? It's very important to me that you feel comfortable in our apartment."
"Our apartment," Kurt repeats, his voice so quiet that it is barely above a whisper. His whole face lights up in the most beautiful smile. Blaine busies himself with the radio, trying to distract himself before he suggests that they take a different road once they're out of Lima and go to that lookout that he has such fond high school memories of.
When they eventually get back to the city Kurt drops Blaine off and heads back to his own apartment so that he can grab some more clean clothes, leaving Blaine on the doorstep with a promise that Kurt will be back in twenty minutes and a brilliant idea.
Blaine races up to his apartment, throws his luggage into the bedroom without bothering to unpack, and gets straight to work.
Kurt checks the messages on his answering machine while he unpacks everything from their trip.
There are three messages on the machine. The first is from Miranda.
"Hey hon, I hope you're having a good time at home. Everything's fine here except for Janice getting under my feet!" The last part is said much louder than the rest of the message, and Kurt smiles knowing that Janice was probably hovering around the phone right at that moment. "Anyway, I was just calling to see if you were free to come in a couple of hours early- JANICE! Oh, you know what hon, don't worry about it, Janice can cancel her freaking plans."
Kurt deletes this message, grinning as he does so, thinking about how strange it is that he was only gone for a few days yet he managed to miss them so much.
The next message is from Finn.
"Hey man, I've been thinking and I just wanted to say sorry about being so down on you moving in with Blaine. I thought about it some more and I think I get why you're doing it now. Anyway Blaine's a really cool guy and I'm really glad you're happy. I guess that's it. Make sure you guys come back and visit again soon, okay? We all miss you. Bye."
That one Kurt keeps.
The last message is from Santana.
"Hey Kurt, don't tell the hobbit but we all totally approve and we're putting you down for plus one at the wedding so don't screw it up. Bye!"
That one gets deleted too.
Once Kurt has finished carefully unpacking everything he quickly throws a few things in an overnight bag and is just about to head back to Blaine's when he stops. Suddenly his apartment seems huge.
He can't stop looking at everything, seeing it all differently. He hasn't even moved yet but already the place doesn't feel like it's his anymore. He would be a little worried if he weren't so excited.
Kurt picks up his two favourite throw pillows and stuffs them under his arm before leaving. The sound of the door closing behind him sounds oddly final, but Kurt's surprised at how good it sounds too.
There are a lot of banging noises coming from Blaine's apartment when Kurt gets there and the door is propped open with one of Blaine's dining room chairs. Kurt lets himself in, pulling the chair in after him.
"Blaine?"
"Don't come in the bedroom! I'm organising a surprise!"
"That sounds ominous," Kurt says, putting the dining room chair back at the table where it should be. He clicks his tongue. These chairs look far too expensive for Blaine to be using them as doorstoppers, he is definitely going to have to teach Blaine to be more careful with his money if Blaine's father really is cutting him off.
"I promise it's a good surprise," Blaine calls back. Kurt can hear things being thrown around and he desperately wants to investigate but he gets himself a glass of water instead to distract him.
When Blaine eventually comes out of the room he has small white feathers in his hair and looks quite exhausted.
"Done," he says proudly, taking the half-empty glass of water from Kurt and finishing it in one gulp. "What are those?" he asks, pointing at the pillows on the floor next to Kurt's overnight bag.
"Oh," Kurt blushes a little. "They're mine, from my apartment. I thought they could be the first thing I officially move in."
Blaine's smile is blinding. "Should we put them on the couch or on the bed?"
"The couch," Kurt says. Blaine picks up the pillows and rearranges the many pillows already on the couch so that Kurt's are at the centre.
"Perfect. Now wait until you see what I've done to the bedroom, you're going to love it!" Kurt suspects from the twinkle in Blaine's eye that he most probably is not, in fact, going to love whatever this is, but still he lets Blaine drag him into the bedroom.
"What have you…" Kurt trails off as he slowly figures out what Blaine has done. The bed frame is still where it should be but there is no mattress, instead what appears to be all of Blaine's clothes have been thrown haphazardly across the bed, coat hangers included, where the mattress should be, and the closet door is wide open. Kurt moves over so that he can see inside the closet and sure enough, Blaine has taken the mattress from the bed and instead laid it out on the floor of the closet. The most annoying thing, Kurt thinks, is that the mattress fits perfectly. "I am not sleeping in a closet."
"Just for tonight," Blaine says, falling down on the mattress. "Come on, it's cute and romantic."
Kurt rolls his eyes. "This is not a thing."
"Kurt, I think it's time to admit that this is a thing. We have a thing, and that thing is closets. Besides, the first night you stayed here we ate breakfast in this closet."
Well now Kurt has to sit down in the freaking closet.
No sooner has Kurt sat down than Blaine is pulling him back so that they're lying down on their backs, Kurt's head resting on Blaine's chest.
"You are sure about this, aren't you?" Blaine asks softly.
Kurt doesn't hesitate for a second. "Completely."
"Good."
Kurt feels Blaine's lips brush the top of his head and he can't help but smile up at the ceiling. He's not sure he can remember the last time he was this happy or that everything felt this right, and, for just a moment, he completely forgets about soul mates and matchmakers and everything else that isn't Blaine.
The next morning Kurt wakes first, and it takes him a few minutes to remember where he is. Then it all comes flooding back at once and he sits bolt upright.
"I slept in a closet last night," he whispers to himself.
Blaine sirs next to him and Kurt blushes a little, remembering the other things that he did in the closet last night.
"Too early," Blaine mumbles, pulling weakly at Kurt's arm.
"It is not," Kurt says, lying back down next to Blaine anyway. Blaine snuggles in closer, wrapping himself around Kurt's side.
"Shush."
Kurt laughs. "Hey, it's my apartment now too you know. You don't get to make all the rules anymore."
Blaine smiles, his eyes still shut. "Like I got to make the rules anyway."
Kurt doesn't even bother trying to argue with him.
"Is there anything in for breakfast?" he asks instead.
Blaine finally opens his eyes. "Actually yes, I think there's cereal in the kitchen and milk in the fridge."
Kurt's mouth falls open in shock. Blaine never has food in the apartment.
"I know, I know, I am the perfect boyfriend."
"You called Rita and asked her to bring them over before we left Ohio, didn't you?"
Blaine at least has the decency to look a little guilty.
Kurt just laughs and crawls his way out of the closet.
"No," Blaine whines. "Breakfast can wait, we need more snuggle time."
"You are a ridiculous human being in the morning."
"I'm ridiculous? You're the one who gets up at the crack of dawn and just jumps out of bed ready to take on the day."
"How is that ridiculous?" Kurt asks, looking down at Blaine.
"I don't know. You're very underdressed right now compared to your usual ensembles and it's distracting me. Please come back here I'm not finished snuggling you."
Kurt grabs his shirt and jeans from the floor and pulls the shirt on before going to find breakfast.
"Spoil-sport!" Blaine calls after him. Once out of the bedroom Kurt pulls his jeans on and stops to admire the view from the huge window in Blaine's living room. He reminds himself that it's his living room now too and smiles down at his throw pillows on the couch before making his way into the kitchen.
"Do you want anything?" Kurt calls out.
"Just coffee please," Blaine replies. He has managed to drag himself out of the closet-bed and is throwing some clothes on, but he stops for just a second when he hears Kurt humming to himself as he turns on the coffee machine. It's so peaceful and domestic and everything that Blaine has ever wanted. He pinches himself on the arm to make sure that he's not dreaming.
"Should we start moving my stuff in right away or do you want to wait a few days to get everything organised?" Kurt asks, pulling the milk out of the fridge.
"We could just move some of the smaller stuff in today and move everything in bit by bit," Blaine replies, his voice muffled by the sweater he is pulling on over his head as he stumbles out of the bedroom. The sweater inevitably gets stuck on his head because one of the arms is still inside out, and he trips over a pile of books, falling flat on his face. Kurt has lost count of the amount of times that this has happened but still it makes him jump and he spills milk everywhere.
"Crap," he says, quickly setting the milk bottle on the counter and searching for kitchen paper.
"Leave it-"
"I am not leaving milk to fester and curdle all over your kitchen for poor Rita to clean up," Kurt insists. "That's disgusting, she's your maid not your servant."
"Our maid," Blaine reminds him with a smile as he stands up and finally pulls the sweater in place.
"You must keep kitchen paper around here somewhere," Kurt mutters, flinging open all of the drawers and cupboards.
Blaine's face falls immediately. "I'll do it," he offers quickly, moving towards Kurt.
But it's too late.
Kurt has opened the cupboard under the kitchen sink.
"What is this?" he asks, laughter in his voice. Blaine closes his eyes and concentrates on that sound.
"It's not-" Blaine stops talking immediately as he hears the unmistakeable sound of a book falling to the floor. He opens his eyes again in time to see Kurt heaving the box out of the cupboard, pulling the books out one by one, slowly, and looking at them. "I was going to tell you."
"This is him," Kurt says quietly. He runs his thumb across the name embossed on the cover. Richard Matheson.
"I don't know that yet," Blaine says, taking the box away and putting it down behind him. There are books strewn across the floor and Kurt's still holding one in his hands.
"Yes you do," he says, finally looking up at Blaine. "Of course you do. That's how it works."
There are tears glistening in Kurt's eyes and Blaine doesn't know what to do. He has never felt this hopeless, it feels like his entire life is crashing down around him, and it never even had time to really begin.
"Kurt." He tries to take Kurt's hands but Kurt just pulls away. "Kurt, I was going to contact him, I was going to tell him I can't be with him, because I'm already in love with you. I promise, Kurt, that's what I went to tell my father, that's why he cut me off."
Kurt finally drops the last book. "We can't do this."
"Of course we can, this doesn't change anything."
"No, Blaine." Kurt looks frantic now and the tears aren't just glistening anymore but falling freely down his face. "I can't do this."
"What?"
"You found him, Blaine." Kurt smiles a little through his tears and Blaine wants nothing more than to reach out and wipe those tears away, to see Kurt smile properly again.
"I don't want him," Blaine replies, his voice seems to give audio to the sound of his heart breaking. "I already made my choice."
"Well I'm making mine." Kurt looks at Blaine for just a moment more, then he starts collecting up the few small things he brought with him the day before. Suddenly it feels like their trip to Ohio happened weeks ago rather than hours.
"Kurt." Blaine reaches out and takes hold of Kurt's arm. Kurt stops packing but he doesn't turn around. "I love you."
"I love you too." Kurt pulls his arm away, still not looking at Blaine. "That's why I have to do this."
"I don't understand. I don't want him, Kurt I want you. I made my decision and I'm not going to change it."
Finally Kurt turns to look at him. The last time Blaine saw Kurt this undone was after their first night together, when Kurt cried and told Blaine that he was falling in love with him. Blaine doesn't know what to do to make it better.
"You told me that you would let me go," Kurt says. He raises one hand and places it on Blaine's cheek and Blaine's own hands immediately fly up to clasp it there. "You said that if I met Tobias, and if I chose him, then you would let me go."
"But I don't chose Richard."
"I know." Kurt pulls his hand away and picks up his bag. "But I can't promise that I won't chose Tobias."
Blaine feels like all of the wind is being knocked out of him.
"We knew this was going to happen." Kurt smiles sadly. "I just wish it didn't have to happen so soon."
"Kurt, please, I don't care if you chose Tobias, just stay with me until then."
"I can't," Kurt says again. "I can't let you chose me when I don't know if I'll chose you. Richard will make you happy, he's supposed to."
"You make me happy."
"Blaine, you kept those books for a reason, you kept them from me for a reason."
"Do you remember Janice's analogy?" Blaine asks suddenly.
Kurt stops, halfway to the door.
"Safety nets," Blaine reminds him. "That's all they are Kurt. They're just safety nets. I don't need a safety net, I just need you."
For one blissful moment Blaine thinks Kurt is about to put down his bag. Then his grip tightens and he turn around to face Blaine for what Blaine already knows will be the final time.
"Everyone falls eventually."
"Not me," Blaine promises. "I won't." Then, ever so quietly, he adds, "You taught me how to fly, Kurt."
Kurt's gaze drops to the floor and Blaine hears the tiniest bitter laugh escape from Kurt's lips. "Without you I'd never have left the ground," he says, looking up again.
Blaine laughs. "These are the worst metaphors ever. Make sure you tell Janice that when you see her."
"Blaine." Kurt looks at him for a second, just… looks. It's almost painful because Blaine knows what Kurt is doing. One last look. "I can't stand in the way. I have to go. And you should go to him."
"You know I won't," Blaine says, meaning every single word.
"I want you to." Kurt opens the door and takes one last look around the apartment. Just five minutes ago this was his apartment too.
"I love you." Fresh tears spring from Blaine's eyes.
"I love you too."
The door closes behind Kurt with a sharp click.