"I don't wanna have those regrets."

Kurt couldn't move. He had no idea what to do or say that could possibly make this moment less difficult.

Blaine looked back down at the card, read it again, then stood up. "Hummel… That's the name I forgot. I- I can't believe it didn't click before now."

He looked up at Kurt, who was still standing there like a deer caught in headlights.

"Everything was a lie, wasn't it?" He asked, looking extremely upset. "From the moment we met, it was all a lie."

That's what brought Kurt out of his shocked state. "No," He said as he took a step forward. "That's not true. When I came to you and told you I had trouble with bullies, that wasn't a lie-"

"But it wasn't the reason you came," Blaine cut him off, his voice raising. "You just wanted to meet the person who had your mom's heart! I was being used the entire time! Then, you decide being friends isn't enough, so you agree to the date, knowing that you don't really like me!"

Blaine shook his head, turned away from Kurt, and threw the card back down on the nightstand.

"I do like you!" Kurt protested. "Maybe when we first met I wanted to get to know you for the reason you're thinking, but I really, honestly, started to like you. When I said yes to the date, it was for no other reason besides the fact that I wanted to be with you. Not for the heart you have, but because I like you."

Blaine turned back to Kurt, looking completely defeated. "I trusted you," He said, his voice quiet. "I liked you so much. You seemed like such a good person. I- I thought you cared about me. God, I'm so stupid." He put his hands over his face, rubbing the tears from his eyes before they could fall.

"No, you're not. I am. I am such an idiot. I should have told you the truth from the beginning, but I got scared, and then I thought it was too late, and-"

"I kissed you," Blaine said, as though he hadn't even heard Kurt speaking. "I kissed you, and I was falling for you, and I thought about you all the time. I had never asked a guy out before, and I never planned on it, but you… you were different. I thought you were different."

"I am different."

"I can't believe I let this happen," Blaine continued.

"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, desperate to get his attention.

Blaine looked back at Kurt and, when he said nothing, Kurt spoke.

"I'm sorry for what I did, but you have to believe me when I say that I do like you. When I said yes to that date, it wasn't because of my mom, it was because of you." Tears were in his eyes now, and he couldn't seem to keep them from falling. "I don't want to lose you Blaine. I'm sorry."

Blaine took a deep breath. He was silent for a moment before speaking. "I don't have to believe you, Kurt. I can't believe you. I believed everything else and- and look where that got me. I honestly… I don't think I've ever felt so crappy in my entire life. Just… my whole body just hurts, Kurt. It hurts and I feel so broken because I trusted you. I told you about my life, and I hate telling that story, but I wanted you to know," He laughed humorlessly, "and you already knew. You helped me when I was going through my depression and you made me feel like a complete person. And now I find out that the only reason you wanted me was because I'm not a complete person. I don't know what's the truth and what's a lie with you anymore."

"Blaine, please, I'm telling you the truth now!" Kurt was pleading, tears rolling down his face. He had never felt so bad in his entire life.

"You should have done that from the beginning!" Blaine yelled suddenly, causing Kurt to jump in surprise. "You should have been honest from the start!.. What? Were you scared of me or something? Afraid I'd push you away? Cause I'd like to think that within the first few minutes of meeting me, you'd know that wasn't true!"

"Blaine, I'm sorry!"

"You were my first, Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, his voice breaking. "You were the first one! The only one! This was it!"

"Wh- What are you talking about? Your first what?"

Blaine shook his head. "I need to go. I have to get out of here," He said as he began walking to the door.

"No!" Kurt replied, grabbing onto his wrist as he passed by him. "No, Blaine, please let's just talk about this."

Blaine looked right into his eyes. They were so close that Kurt could practically feel the tension and hurt coming from Blaine.

"There's nothing to talk about, Kurt," He said, his voice going quiet again. Kurt wished he were still yelling.

Blaine pulled himself out of Kurt's grip then quickly began walking down the hallway and stairs.

Kurt followed behind him, continuing to beg him to stay. Neither of them noticed Finn standing in his own doorway, wondering what he was supposed to do.

"Blaine! Blaine, just sit down and let me talk, please!"

Blaine threw open the door. He didn't even pause when he saw two adults standing at there. He just walked past them and continued on his way to his car.

Kurt pushed past his parents. "Blaine!"

"Goodbye, Kurt," Blaine called back, his voice now shaky, however he refused to let himself cry until he was alone. "Enjoy the card. I meant every word of it."

"Blaine, please!" Kurt said, his voice tired from begging for so long. But, it was too late. Blaine had gotten into his car and was now quickly backing out of the driveway.

"Please," Kurt said one final time, standing there, just watching the car drive away, knowing there was nothing he could do.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there. The next thing he knew, someone had their hands on his shoulders and was guiding him back into the house.

That's when he realized he was hyperventilating.

"Burt, give him a minute," He heard Carole say, and realized she had to be the one helping him to the couch to sit down. He hadn't even heard his dad speaking.

"Kurt, honey, you have to calm down," She said, sitting down beside him and rubbing his back. "You need to tell us what's going on so we can help you."

But he still couldn't breathe enough to form a sentence.

A few seconds passed and he felt someone else sit on the other side of him. He knew it wasn't his dad, cause his dad always sat or stood opposite him when something was wrong, so he could face him easily.

It had to be Finn.

"He found out didn't he?" Finn asked softly, confirming Kurt's thoughts.

Kurt found himself able to nod.

"Who found out what?" Burt asked.

Kurt, forcing himself to take a few calming breaths, finally looked up. Tears still clouded his vision, but he could see enough to know his dad, and Carole, were both extremely confused.

He glanced over to Finn, who just gave him a sympathetic look, before looking back to Burt.

"Someone say something," Burt said, becoming impatient. "Do I need to go find that kid, or what?"

"That was him, Dad," Kurt said, his voice quiet and shaky.

Burt, who had sat on the coffee table in front of Kurt, scooted closer. "Who, Kurt?" He asked, his voice slightly calmer now. "You're gonna have to be more specific."

"Blaine. That was Blaine."

"Blaine?.. You mean the boy you went out to dinner with the other night? The friend you met at the glee club mixer thing?"

Kurt placed his elbows on his legs and dropped his head in his hands. "Oh God, I screwed everything up. I shouldn't have gone. I should never have met him. I'm such an idiot."

Burt looked to Finn. "Do you have any idea what he's talkin' about?"

Finn took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do… but I don't think it's my place to say anything."

Burt sighed, turned his attention back to Kurt, and placed a hand on his knee. "Kurt, whatever happened, you gotta tell us."

Kurt, now out of tears, wiped the last of them from his face. He couldn't find himself to meet Burt's eyes when he spoke, so he focused on a speck of dirt on the floor.

"I- I didn't meet Blaine at a mixer. I- I skipped school one day and went to Dalton. That's when I met him."

"What?" Burt exclaimed in disbelief. "You skipped school?"

Kurt raised a hand to stop him. "Please, just let me finish everything before I get read the riot act."

Burt sighed then nodded, which Kurt saw from the corner of his eye, motioning for him to continue.

"We just got back from a date-"

Burt went to interrupt again, but the look Carole gave him made him stop immediately.

"I know I should have told you about it, but I was nervous and I…" He stopped and took a breath. "That's not the point. The point is, I lied to you, and to Blaine. Dad, Blaine is- he's… He's the boy who got mom's heart."

"What!" Burt yelled, unable to stop himself.

Kurt closed his eyes tight. "Dad, please, please let me finish."

Burt stayed silent, although his tapping foot meant it wasn't going to last very long.

Kurt looked back at the spot on the floor and continued. "I went to meet him after you said I couldn't because I knew there was no way I could wait until we were both older. I was going to tell him right away who I was, but I got scared and said I was there because of bullies at McKinley. I know it was stupid, but I kept telling myself I'd tell him the truth the next time I saw him. I never did though, and I started to really like him. Not because of the fact he had mom's heart, but because he was kind and caring and funny and sweet and just… everything I always wanted in a guy.

"But, when we got home from the date, I took him to my room- Nothing was going to happen!" He quickly added, looking at his dad for the first time and seeing this was just getting worse and worse. "No, see, I had been in Blaine's room a few times and just wanted to let him see mine, and god all of this is sounding so wrong, but I went to the bathroom and… and when I got back, he had the card in his hand. The card he had written to us a long time ago. I must've left in on my dresser, and now he hates me, and I hate me, and everything is just so screwed up!"

Burt closed his eyes and sighed deeply, taking long breaths to try and calm himself before speaking.

"Will you two please leave Kurt and I alone for a minute?" He said after a couple minutes of silence.

Carole gave Kurt's back one last comforting rub, then got up. Finn patted Kurt's shoulder and followed his mom upstairs.

Burt stood up as Kurt rubbed his tired, red, puffy eyes. He walked over to the window and stared out, then turned around and walked back to his original spot. He did this a few times, just pacing back and forth.

"I- I guess the conversation's not over yet." Kurt said. It wasn't a question. Just something to try and break the thick, tension-filled silence.

Burt shook his head. "No. No, it's far from over, Kurt."

Do you guys ever wonder what you'd do if the person writing the story you're reading died suddenly and never got to finish the fic? Like, what if I was on my way to the hospital tomorrow and got in a car accident? What if I died and this is where the story ended? There needs to be a way for me to let you guys know to finish it yourselves. Like some sort of way to say, "Make up the ending you want, I'm busy chillin' in heaven." ...Anyway...

This chapter was the first thing to pop in my head when I thought about writing this story. It's weird to finally get to it. I hope you all enjoyed it, cause it kinda gave me a hard time. I think I thought about it for so long that when I actually wrote it, I was like "Meh."

Thanks for all the reviews! I got a butt load for the last chapter and it made me sqee! ;) Thank you lovelies!

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