Hello once more again audience!

Bet you thought it was over, didn't you? ;)

Sorry again for the gap between chapters, but, as you know, Sarah is extremely busy, and I am being slowly murdered by homework. So, we had a good excuse. If you'd like to blame anyone, blame Sarah's boss and my teachers.

Just one quick announcement before you can start reading: Sarah and I have decided to add another chapter to this story, making it 16 chapters instead of 15. There was just too much to cram into this one, so we're extending it a little. It's for the greater good, I promise.

I think it's safe to saythat we had way too much of a good time writing this. This may very well be my favorite chapter so far. In any case, read it and judge for yourself!

(Sarah: Oh my goodness, mine too. It's just… well, read. Read and love.)

Enjoy!

Blaine.

When Blaine first awoke the next morning, he realized instantly that he wasn't in his dorm. He blinked sleepily and raised a hand to rub at his eyes, wondering where exactly he was. It was a second or two before he vividly remembered the previous night's events, and all of his chaotic emotions came hurtling back.

But wait…that meant…

Blaine turned over and was suddenly nose-to-nose with a still-sleeping Kurt Hummel. Kurt's cheeks were still crisscrossed with tear streaks, but his breaths were steady and his face was free of pain. And, in the faint golden light of the morning, Blaine was reminded once again how utterly gorgeous Kurt was. He relaxed his shoulders and settled back down, taking time to completely admire the fine structure of Kurt's face.

Now, normally Blaine would've felt a little like a stalker just staring at Kurt while he was sleeping. But with everything that had happened…it all seemed like a miracle. It reminded Blaine that Kurt was his, all his. It was such an enormous relief, he could barely even fathom it. He had to keep reminding himself that it was all real, and yesterday had actually happened.

Almost as if Kurt could sense his gaze, the countertenor began to stir, mumbling something under his breath. His eyes softly fluttered open, a little unfocused. Kurt's eyes often changed colors, but this morning they were a very clear, very beautiful blue, and as soon as they focused in on Blaine, they welled up with tears. Blaine gave him a small smile, shifting so that he could reach up and gently caress his cheek. Briefly, Kurt's eyes closed again, his breath hitching a little. He looked up and they locked eyes again, staying completely still, as if caught in a moment in time.

"Good morning." Blaine whispered sweetly, breaking the silence and leaning forward to gently kissing Kurt's forehead.

It was incredible to see Kurt's smile and know that it was for him. With a tiny hiccup, Kurt burrowed his head into Blaine's shoulder, looping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. Blaine sighed contentedly and slowly ran a hand down Kurt's arm, twining their hands together. He deeply breathed in the light, familiar scent of his boyfriend (boyfriend!). It was hard to explain, but it all felt so incredibly…right. Perfect.

And yet…

"Kurt." As much as Blaine would've liked to stay in that position for the rest of his life, he knew he couldn't avoid the inevitable. "We need to talk about what happened. I know it's…probably not the most pleasant thing to discuss, but I really think it's a necessity if we're going to move forward from this point."

Kurt closed his eyes for a few seconds before nodding. "Okay. But you know I'm going to cry again."

"I know, baby. Me too." Blaine winced a little at the thought of making his angel cry again, but pushed it away. He took a deep breath. "I think we should start from the very beginning...with the fight."

"Hold on," Kurt said, pushing away a little to sit up properly. "If we're going to do this, we need to do it right. So, not here."

"Well..." Blaine sat up, frowning. "Where, then?"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know, I just don't think we can focus properly if we're practically cuddling. How about the choir room if it's empty?"

Blaine sighed in resignation. Kurt was right, after all - if they were going to do this thing, they needed to do it properly. "Alright." he said, "Let's see if it's available."

Their hands instinctively found one another's as they left Kurt's room and, even with the impending conversation, Blaine couldn't help but smile because it was still so natural. Thankfully the room was empty and the two settled into a couch, putting enough distance between them so that they could focus.

"Okay," Kurt said slowly, staring down at his hands which were clasped in his lap. "The fight. Well, I know I said it last night but I am so so sorry."

"I'm sorry too." Blaine said, feeling his throat close up. He took another deep, steeling breath. "I - we - I...that fight never should've happened. But it did. And...why? How? It's just...not like us."

Kurt shook his head, searching for words, and Blaine noticed the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "I wish I knew, Blaine," Kurt said quietly. "I wasn't even angry at you after the first, I don't know, ten minutes? I was angry at myself for acting that way and blowing everything out of proportion. I was tired and grumpy and I took it out on you and it all just went horribly wrong and I said I'd never treat you like that or let something stupid break us up and all I know is that I love you and I'm an idiot." Kurt's voice had risen as he spoke and by the end, tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks.

"I love you too." Blaine wanted to reach forward to wipe away Kurt's tears, but stopped himself. He laughed quietly. "I'm more of an idiot than you are. I – I should've been more in control. I should never have let myself be provokes into saying the stupid things that I did. I didn't mean any of them, Kurt. And I regret every single word."

Kurt ducked his head, wiping his eyes. "What now? We both said things we regret, we both got hurt and now we're both ridiculously apologetic. Where do we go from here?"

"I think..." Blaine said slowly, reaching out to once again take Kurt's hand, "I think that we need to start over. I don't think we should forget about this, but I think we should start out with a clean slate. No looking back."

Kurt looked back up, his eyes still glistening but looking hesitantly hopeful. "I think so too. I was so afraid that you wouldn't take me back, Blaine. I was awful to you."

"I wasn't any better to you." Blaine said, shaking his head. "I was convinced that you hated me. It was...pretty much the worst feeling in the world. And...I thought it was all my fault."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's other hand, holding them both tight. "No," he said firmly. "I hated myself, never you. And this was not your fault. God, Blaine, I can't believe I made you think it was..."

"It was both of our faults." Blaine said, tightly gripping Kurt's hands back. "It's just as much my fault as it is yours. The whole thing is just...I don't even know. God, Kurt. Let's never do that again. Ever."

"Never," Kurt agreed shakily. "I love you so much, Blaine." He sniffled, looking slightly disgusted with himself. "I must look a complete wreck, I'm sorry."

Blaine smiled. "You look beautiful." He said reassuringly, giving Kurt's hands another squeeze. "And I love you. More now more than ever."

Blaine leaned forward, hesitating very briefly, before capturing Kurt's lips in a sweet, chaste kiss. The electric charge of their combined emotions was absolutely intense. And it was like being fully alive again, as if the soft touch of Kurt's mouth was all Blaine had needed to wake up from a very long, very terrible dream. In that moment, one that lasted for maybe two or three seconds, everything that had gone on the past few weeks disappeared. Blaine melted into the sensation, and it was like a ray of sunlight had suddenly decided to light up his world. He broke away first, gently pressing his forehead to Kurt's, smiling so hugely that his cheeks hurt. And a few tears escaped from his eyes, but all he could process was Kurt and how completely in love he was.

Kurt.

Walking to their Warbler meeting hand-in-hand with Blaine was such an amazing combination of surreal and right that Kurt took a moment to just breathe in the moment, promising himself he would never let his pride, anger or plain stupidity get in the way of this ever again. The past month he had spent without his boyfriend by his side had shown Kurt just how much Blaine meant to him, and he wasn't letting him go again. They had only officially been back together for one day but it felt like they had never been apart. After their conversation the previous day, the two boys had gone straight back to Kurt's room where they had spent the day talking, kissing, touching and reacquainting. And when they had fallen asleep together at the end of the day, Kurt knew this was how it was meant to be.

There was still some occasional awkwardness whenever something came up that they still had to discuss. And there was still definitely lingering issues with Blaine and Jeff, as well as Kurt's remaining tension with the majority of New Directions that should probably all be sorted out as soon as possible. But at least this time, Kurt knew they were going to work everything out together.

Glancing across at Blaine, Kurt realized his boyfriend was already watching him. "What?" he asked, unable to stop the smile from crossing his face because Blaine was his boyfriend again and now the word had the same effect on him as it had when they had first gotten together. It was something special again, something to be cherished because Blaine was his.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am," Blaine said, smiling back softly. Kurt's heart skipped a beat and before he could reply and tell Blaine that he was the lucky one (and he had really missed their arguments like this, especially about who loved the other more, Kurt realized), Blaine was pushing open the door to the choir room, holding it for him. "After you."

And as soon as the two entered the room, every Warbler present burst into applause.

Kurt stepped back in shock and Blaine groaned, leading Kurt over to one of the couches and shaking his head. "Yes, we get it, it took a long time, we've been idiots, we know."

"You're a day behind the times," Kurt chipped in helpfully as they sat down, immediately curling into Blaine's side and sighing happily as his boyfriend rested his head against his shoulder almost instinctively. The other Warblers slowly lost interest, returning to their previous conversations, and Kurt glanced around the room, frowning as he realized that Nick, Jeff and all of the Council members were missing. And as hesitant as Kurt was to talk about things that might start another argument, now was the perfect time to bring it up. "Blaine?"

"Hm?"

Kurt glanced down at him. "When are you going to sort things out with Jeff?"

The lack of surprise on Blaine's face indicated that he had already thought about it. "Soon, babe, I promise. I feel horrible about it and I owe them both an apology."

"So do I, to be honest," Kurt said contemplatively. "I was the one who put Jeff in that position, we easily could have broken them up if they hadn't been more sensible than us."

Blaine hummed in agreement, leaning up to kiss Kurt as if it was simply a part of his nature and Kurt allowed himself to get lost in the sensation, the simple feeling of being so connected to his boyfriend. I will never take this for granted again, Kurt promised himself before reluctantly pulling away, aware of where they were.

Jeff and Nick had arrived at some point - Kurt couldn't honestly say when - and were sitting together on one of the couches across the room. If it was deliberate or not, Kurt wasn't sure, but he still attempted to make eye contact with Jeff and offer him a smile that he hoped would say enough until they could actually talk. Apparently it did as Jeff gave him a half-smile and a nod in return before turning his attention back to his own boyfriend.

David and Thad came through the door a moment later, pouring over sheets that looked suspiciously like sheet music and Kurt frowned. "I thought we weren't doing any more performances until we found out the results?"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. When do you think we'll find out?"

"Soon, I hope." Kurt's stomach twisted nervously as he thought back to their performance. He could barely remember the actual singing and had no idea if he had even sung the right words, let alone hit the notes and gotten all the harmonies right. Even though he would never trade that moment for the world - getting his boyfriend back was worth so much more than what the performance could give - a part of Kurt was still bitter with Wes and David for the song they had selected. The potential for it to backfire had been enormous. Speaking of which… "Where's Wes?"

"No idea." Blaine glanced over towards the door, uninterested, before snuggling back into Kurt's shoulder. "God I've missed you." Kurt just pulled him closer, smiling softly, knowing there were no words to express what was going on in his heart right now.

So of course Wes chose that moment to walk through the door, dangerously pale and wide-eyed, drawing the attention of the entire room. "Wes?" David said, moving to his side instantly and taking his arm. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Kurt glanced at Blaine who shrugged and they stood, drawing closer to the boy who was still frozen in place. "Wes?" Thad tried. "Did something happen?"

There was still no response and the two boys glanced at each other, clearly trying to work out what to do. Just as Thad looked like he was about to say something else, Wes blinked twice, turned to David and whispered, "We got it."

David fainted.

The rest of the room erupted into sheer pandemonium. Kurt could only stare as other Warblers tackle-hugged each other, danced on table tops and, in Nick and Jeff's case, began to make out in the middle of the room. It was only when Blaine was throwing his arms around Kurt, squeezing so hard that he nearly cut off his oxygen supply and laughing, crying, something, repeating, "We did it, Kurt, we did it!" in his ear that Kurt got it.

We got it.

Kurt squealed, turning to Blaine who had already released him and was literally jumping up and down. "Oh my god, Blaine, we did it!"

Blaine's smile in response practically illuminated the room and then they were hugging properly, absolutely refusing to let go of each other even when Nelson yelled out, "GROUP HUG ON KURT AND BLAINE!" and the rest of the Warblers attacked, surrounding them with bodies who were all just as overwhelmed and thrilled and amazed as they were.

It took a little while for them to all calm down - Kurt had to scream at the Warblers to get off him because his hair was being ruined, Thad remembered to check on David and a very awkward Trent convinced Nick and Jeff that it was time to stop 'celebrating' - but finally they were all settled and sitting down with the three conscious Council member standing in front of them.

"Well, Warblers," Wes began, his voice formal again. "Today is the most amazing day in the history of the DaltonAcademy Warblers. Today, if we play our cards right, marks the beginning of our journey into stardom. And there are a few people we need to recognize in particular at this point." Wes gestured to Jeff and Nick shoved him so he was standing. "Jeff Sterling for singing Breakeven, his first successful solo after auditioning… how many times now, Jeff?"

Jeff sighed. "Ten," he muttered.

Amidst the chuckles, Wes continued. "Ten failed solo auditions and he gets the one that counts, and the reviews were fantastic for his performance. Living proof to never give up on your dreams." Nick whistled and the rest of the Warblers began to clap. Blushing, Jeff sat back down, but the proud smile wasn't leaving his face any time soon.

Before Wes could speak up, Thad interrupted. "Now, I know Wes is going to skip straight over a couple of acknowledgements that he should be making. So, before he can; to Wes and David for giving the best opening number we could ever ask for as a group and proving that the Council isn't just for sitting behind a desk and making decisions." Blaine was on his feet at that, Kurt following suit with the rest of the group and enjoying the fact that he finally got to see the two normally stoic boys trying not to be embarrassed.

As they sat down, David cleared his throat. "Hold on, Blaine. You know it's your turn." Blaine sighed, standing back up but keeping a hold of Kurt's hand. "Blaine Anderson, the soloist who can completely break down in the middle of his performance and still hit every damn note. We all hate you." The room broke into laughter, Blaine rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "Seriously though, that was amazing up there." David's voice had grown serious and everybody quieted. "You were willing to get up there and put your heart and emotions on the line to give the best performance of your life, no matter what happened in the process. There were some very impressed people in the audience that day, especially when you returned to the stage not five minutes later to sing an equally emotional duet."

Blaine glanced down and tugged on his hand. Sighing, Kurt allowed himself to be pulled to his feet as Wes took over again. "Now, we know we played dirty there, giving you two a song like that with no warning of who you would be singing with. All we can say is that desperate times call for desperate measures, we know you too well, and your happiness was worth more to all of us than any performance could ever be." A lump formed in Kurt's throat and he nodded at Wes, knowing the message would get across. "You two stole the show and sealed the deal for us - I mean, I was trying not to cry when you were singing."

"Oh thank god, I wasn't the only one!" Jeff blurted out, eliciting laughter from the other boys, quite a few of which were sheepishly confessing the same thing.

And with that, the serious mood was broken. Wes began to speak about the finer details and what was to come next, but Kurt found himself tuning it out as he and Blaine sat down, Blaine curling close to him again. "We won," he whispered in Blaine's ear.

"We won in more ways than one," Blaine replied, the words almost incomprehensible as he buried his head into Kurt's shoulder, fitting perfectly as he always had.

Kurt rested his head against his boyfriend's soft curls and smiled, drinking him in.

Awwwww…my babies are finally happy again. :')

I think that about sums it up. I have nothing else to say.

(Sarah: I cried. Just a little. That's all from me too.)

Until next time, dear readers.

~SquirrelzAttack