A/N: Hey y'all! I am so so sorry this has taken so long. School's been insane, project after project, and then there was a bunch o' family stuff and personal issues and I'm an awful updater and I owe you my sincere apologies and gratitude for waiting.

And I want to thank all of you SO much for following or favoriting or reviewing this story- I never imagined there would be as many followers as there are- there are much better fics out there, so thank you SOSOSOSO much, you have no idea what it means to me. Love to all of you, and I hope you like this chapter.

I don't own Glee (it would be the Klaine show all the way :), or Friends (you'll see) or the song used in this chapter.

Enjoy!

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Blaine bit back a groan as Porter leaned on his shoulder. Kurt raised his eyebrow at the man, glaring.

The actor, however, didn't seem to notice any problems. "So, Kurt, I've heard so much about you! And if you two were fooling around, as they say, I suppose Blaine told you everything about Lu-"

Blaine elbowed Porter pointedly in the ribs, coughing loudly, and was grateful that Porter, thick as he could be, seemed to get the message. He sputtered to a stop and cast a sidelong glance at Blaine, who shook his head subtly and shifted his gaze to the floor.

Kurt's eyes flickered between the two of them, suspicious. "Alright, I don't know what's going on with you two, and I don't think I want to, especially if what I've heard about Porter is true." He looked pointedly at the man in subject who simply grinned. "Either way, Blaine and I were not messing around in the car, no matter what the paparazzi or anyone else thinks." He took one last look into the mirror to assure his hair was up to its usual standards before crossing the men's room to the door. He looked over his shoulder before he pushed it open and added, "And so we should put that rumor to rest." With that he walked out the door.

"A man on a mission," Porter said, before he turned to stare at Blaine, hands on his hips. "So," he went on slowly, "I take it you haven't told him?"

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Gee, what gave you that idea?" When Porter's only response was to raise his eyebrows, Blaine sighed. "Okay, no, I haven't told him. But really, did you honestly think I would? You're the one who told me to quit with Lucas, anyway! And now you want me to spill that I'm the one who broke Kurt's heart again?"

"Alright, I'll admit you have a point- I did tell you to quit with Lucas. But did Kurt tell you about him?"

"Yeah, why?"

Porter sighed. "Blaine, use your brain. If he opened up to you about that, don't you think he deserves honesty, too?"

"That's not the same-"

"No, you're right, it's not. It's not the same because he had no obligation to share that with you. He could've gone on with his life and never told you because, as far as he knows, it has nothing to do with you. But Lucas? Lucas has everything to do with you and him, and he deserves to know."

Blaine closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face, leaning back against the wall next to the door. He crossed his arms. "Yeah, okay, I get what you're saying. And I'll admit that you're probably right. But how am I supposed to tell him that- that I'm Lucas when he hurt him so badly?"

"Not he- you, Blaine. And I know you hate to hear it, but you need to be honest. Again, I'll ask you, what happened the last time you lied to Kurt?" Blaine didn't respond, refusing to meet his eyes. Porter continued on anyway, ignorant to the small crack that had appeared in the space between the door and the jam. "Tell him, Blaine."

"Alright," Blaine said slowly, reluctantly, eyes closed in a resigned manner. "Okay, I'll tell Kurt. I'll tell Kurt I'm Lucas."

They both turned when the door banged open and Kurt appeared, glaring at Blaine with tears shining in his eyes. Blaine thought his heart might rip in two at the unfortunately familiar sight. As the taller boy spun around and started rushing out of the building, Blaine choked out a strangled call. "Kurt-"

Kurt turned back, and, in between strangled sobs, said, "No, Blaine. Just- just leave me alone."

The door swung shut and Blaine covered his face with his hands, groaning loudly. And when Porter made a face before sarcastically saying, "Well, that went well," he almost let out a strangled scream.

So close, he thought, but I've messed up again.

"Can we just go home?"

Porter looked confused, but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah," he replied, "yeah, let's go back to the hotel."

"No, Porter," Blaine said, still not lifting his face from his hands. "I mean LA. I need out, out of the city."

"Oh." His costar was surprised. "I mean, yeah, we have some press to do, but just a few days. A few days, Blaine, and we can head back. For now, though, let's ditch the party and go get you some ice cream and a School of Rock marathon, yeah?"

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A few days later, Blaine was laying on his couch, watching an old Friends rerun. A bowl of popcorn sat on his chest and he reached absently in to grab a few more pieces as he watched Chandler stumble his way through a made up short-story about Rachel to keep her from seeing the truth about what was written on the paper. Then he watched as Rachel snatched the paper from Chandler's hand, ran around the couch, and read the list, the list of things that Ross and Chandler and Joey had created when weighing Ross' options between Rachel and Julie.

And suddenly, when Ross said, "Give me a second chance," and Rachel said, "No," well, that's when it hit him.

No, no, Blaine had never made a list about Kurt, never had to weigh the pros and the cons- he always knew he wanted to be with him and only him. But he had hurt him, he had taken his trust and pulled it taut, put it to the test, and finally sawed it in two. He couldn't blame Kurt for being angry, not at all. It was all his fault, Blaine would admit. And now, after the whole Lucas stunt, it wasn't even a second chance he was asking for. It was a third, and once he messed up again, which he was sure he would, it would be a fourth, a fifth, then a sixth and a seventh. He would always be asking Kurt for forgiveness.

That is, if he got it this time.

So, as he continued watching Friends, he pulled a page from Ross' book. Blaine sat up quickly, the popcorn bowl clattering to the floor and spilling the popped kernels all over the rug. Ignoring it, he fumbled for his iPhone on the coffee table, and fired off a text to Rachel (Rachel Berry, that is, not Rachel Green). When he got an answer not even a minute later, he quickly made a call and pulled a few favors, then texted Rachel once more. When she assured him that she would do as he asked, he sat back and waited.

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"Hey, Kurt!" Rachel called, knocking on her friend's apartment door. "Kurt, let me in!" She shifted the take-out bags in her arms, finally digging into her pocket for the spare key Kurt had given her.

She precariously gripped the bags in one arm as she slid the key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open awkwardly. Tugging the key back out, she pushed the door with her hip until it clicked shut, and then dropped the bags gracelessly on Kurt's bar.

"Kurt?" she called again. "I brought Chinese food and..." Her voice trailed off as she heard her phone buzz in her purse. A text from Blaine was on the screen, asking simply, "What radio station does Kurt listen to?"

Brow furrowed, Rachel responded quickly, and then slid her phone into the pocket of her jeans just as Kurt stepped out of his bedroom. His hair was wet and unstyled, and his hands were nestled deep in the pocket of his burgundy H&M hoodie. "Sorry," he said. "I was in the shower."

"I can see that," Rachel said, looking him over as he stalked into the kitchen. Ever since Blaine had visited the week before, Kurt had reverted to his post-high-school-break-up ways. He was wearing hoodies and sweatpants, t-shirts and fuzzy socks, barely leaving the house and rarely changing clothes even when he did. His skin was getting splotchy and Rachel was fairly certain he had a small case of dandruff, but she wasn't going to be the one to point it out to him. It was due to all of this that Rachel knew something had happened, once again, between the two of them, but Kurt had maintained that he didn't want to talk about it or Blaine or Lucas at all for the rest of his life.

Which is why she was so surprised when another text came from Blaine just a few seconds later.

"Can you make sure he's listening to it now, please?"

"Sure. But you owe me an explanation," she tapped back as Kurt rummaged through the take-out bags, pulling out container of Lo Mein and orange chicken.

"Hey, Kurt, you know what we haven't done in a long time?"

Kurt glanced at her questioningly before digging a pair of forks out of a drawer. "No. Enlighten me," he replied.

Rachel bit her lip before executing an awkward dance move around him and flicking on the portable radio sitting by the sink. A Lady Gaga song was playing. "Have a dance party!"

Rolling his eyes, Kurt frowned. He moved to turn the music off. "Rach, I don't want a dance party-"

"Aw, come on, Kurt, it'll be fun. Loosen up a bit!" And she wiggled around in a supposed dance until he was stuck in the corner of the kitchen, hips against the counter as he tried to dodge her flailing arms. "Just a few songs, please?"

Kurt sighed. "Alright, I guess-"

"And this next one is from Lucas, for Kurt. Kurt, he wants you to know he's very sorry and never, ever meant to hurt you."

The radio announcer cut off as a song started playing, and Kurt, startled, gaped at Rachel who had lowered her arms to her side. "What the hell," he said, staring at the radio.

Rachel glanced at the radio too, as if to ensure the lyrics hadn't started yet, and put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I don't know what happened between you and Blaine, Kurt, although that Lucas thing gave me a hint, but on any account, I think you should just listen, okay? Let him try."

Kurt tore his gaze from the radio and met Rachel's eyes, nodding slowly. "I- okay."

So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you, yeah I miss you

So far away from where you are
I'm standing underneath the stars
And I wish you were here

Kurt screwed his eyes shut when he felt a hot pressure behind them, willing himself not to cry. Lord knew he had wasted enough tears over this boy. But he couldn't bring himself to turn the radio off, even though Rachel had backed out of the room.

I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they'd mean everything to me
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here

But how could Blaine wish he was there? He had had his chance, because, despite what Kurt had told himself, there had been that little possibility, a hope, even, that somehow, someway, everything would work out between them. But Blaine had let him down, and it was worse than before. This time he had willingly deceived him.

But it was Blaine.

Knees weak, Kurt leaned back against the counter, covering his face with his hands. Emotions were rushing towards him, overtaking him. He wasn't even sure what he felt anymore.

I feel the beating of your heart
I see the shadows of your face
Just know that wherever you are
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here

Oh, how Kurt missed him. How he missed the nights so many years ago when the two of them would curl up on Kurt's bed, flip through an issue of Vogue or watch You've Got Mail. When they would walk through the mall hand in hand, sit on a blanket at the park gazing up at the clouds.

But that was all so long ago. Could it ever be like it was? Kurt didn't know, but suddenly he realized that no matter what, no matter the pain that could come from it, the heartbreak that it could cause, he wanted to find out. He wanted to try again. With Blaine.

I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they'd mean everything to me
Yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here

So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you, yeah I miss you
And I wish you were here

By the time the end of the song came, Kurt was sitting on the kitchen floor, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach and his knees pulled up. Tears were creating dark drip marks on his hoodie as they trailed down his cheeks and fell from his chin. He didn't move, even when a hauntingly familiar Katy Perry song came on and his sobs became louder, calling Rachel back into the kitchen. She shut off the radio and knelt beside Kurt, pulling him into her arms. He went willingly, collapsing into her.

"I- I still love him," he choked out.

She rubbed his back, aware that he was admitting this more to himself than to her. Never the less, she whispered back soothingly, "I know, Kurt. I know. But it's not over."

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Later that afternoon, Blaine's phone rang, and an achingly familiar song played. He disbelievingly grabbed it off the coffee table, setting his book down. A picture of Kurt was on the screen. It had only been about a week since he had seen the man in person, but their good-bye had still not happened, and he had missed him an unbelievable amount. And now he was scared, scared that even though Kurt had promised, even though there was an oath that good-bye would never be said between them, that maybe, maybe that promise had expired and now was the time. Kurt had heard the song and couldn't believe he had the gall, or just wouldn't forgive him. And he would say good-bye.

So with that fear deep in his stomach, Blaine nervously touched his thumb to the Talk button and lifted it to his ear, closing his eyes. "Hello?"

"Blaine?" the familiar, beautiful voice of Kurt breathed out. Blaine lost the ability to breathe, waiting anxiously for his next words. "I think we need to talk."

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A/N: So, I hope you guys liked that! Please let me know what you think of the pacing- too fast, too slow- and anything else. :)

The song used in this chapter was From Where You Are by Lifehouse, who I've been listening to a lot of on my The Script Pandora station, which is MARVELOUS.

Don't forget I have another fic started called Broken Bones, Broken Spirits, if you want to check that out. ;) It's a Klainer as well, because, well, what else would I write?! ;D

Also, my tumblr changed. It's now nightblainewarbler So find me there if you want to join in my fangirling over Glee, Darren, Chris, Matt Bomer, etc. :)

Thank you, and to all my American readers, I hope you had a great Thanksgiving full of food, fun, family, friends, and Glee!