A/N - Part 13 (unlucky, I hope not) and this is the penultimate part before the prologue so I do really hope you'll like it! (Next update before the 31st just F.Y.I) Thank you again to everyone who is reading this and alerting/favouriting/reviewing, I don't take any of it for granted and I always reply back to your comments and criticisms, so please feel free to leave me them. Just keep being amazing people! I love you all! Klisses x

Oh, and this part is dedicated to Lauren and Samantha, for putting up with my insuffurable doubts and fears and for reading this and giving me their honest opinions. Without them keeping me going, I probably wouldn't have gotten this far. So thank you!

Anways, here you go...

Part 13

"Kurt?" Tina's kind voice called out from the stage, waking him up from his trance of staring at the shut door.

What had he done? Why did he have to always put his foot in his mouth. He was still that scared little boy who never thought anyone would understand or accept him. And he had just blown that chance with the one person who actually did.

Yes, seeing Blaine flirt with Jeremiah had ripped him apart inside, but had he really needed to scream about it and make Blaine feel horrible. Regret swelled with in him and stung behind the eyes.

"Yeah?" He asked quietly, desperately trying to find a handkerchief to wipe his face with.

"Are you...well are you okay?" She seemed to know it was a stupid question but someone had to break the tension that threatened to suffocate everyone in the auditorium.

Mercedes tutted and descended down the stairs, striding up to fold Kurt into a hug. And then smacked him on the head.

Ow! That hurt!

"What did you do that for?" He rubbed his head furiously, wondering if is best friend had gone insane. Couldn't she see he was hurting enough without adding physical pain onto the list.

"You two are such idiots! Isn't it enough for you to both love each other instead of uselessly going round in circles and hurting each other?" Honestly her friends were bigger diva's than her and that was saying something. If they couldn't see that they were meant for each other, then they were freaking blind as everyone else could see it, sickeningly so.

"I can't remember..." but the argument died on his tongue at the withering look she was giving him, "Okay fine, I love him but I've mucked it up big time now." He threw his hands up exasperated and plonked himself down in his seat.

For the love of tots..."Blaine loves you, he's not giving up just because he walked out."

"That's what it looked like to me." He mumbled, feeling himself being pulled into self wallowing.

"Why do you both have to be so intense all the time? It's been three weeks since you came out of your coma, of course things are going to be hard, but if you both keep pushing each other over the edge all the time, you are going to ruin this. And there is no chance I'm letting that happen!" She felt like knocking the sense into his head.

Kurt looked up at her with broken eyes, "Cedes I don't know if he wants this anymore. I keep expecting someone to hurt me and instead I end up hurting him. I'm sick of these stupid memories, they're just making everything so confusing."

She softened quickly, "Look just go after him, he's not a dummy, well any more than you are, he'll forgive you for whatever that was."

"What if he doesn't? What if he's finally decided that I'm just not the Kurt he loves." His voice was so small, so full of doubt that she realised that tough love was the only way she was going to get through to him.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, Mercedes shook him sharply, "Stop pitying yourself, the Kurt he loves is sitting right in front of me. Blaine just needs to cool down and get his head together."

"I'm just making him hurt. I can't believe I said that about Jeremiah." Kurt thumped his head in disgust, stupid moronic brain! Why'd you have to mess me up again?

Rachel cleared her throat pointedly and received an elbow in the ribs from Quinn, "Not the time or the place Rachel." she muttered scathingly.

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "It was a mistake, you just need to face up to it now. And for the love of all our sanities will you please just kiss and make up this time and be happy. I'm sick of seeing him dragging his sorry ass around this school like a lost puppy without you."

He saw no trace of a friend just trying to make a friend feel better, Mercedes really believed they could fix this and she wanted it. She was right.

Encouragement from the stage engulfed him - along with a few kissing noises and gagging faces. Kurt hiccuped and giggled, squeezing Mercedes into a hug, "Thank you."

"No problem, now go get your man before I really get frustrated with you both."

Courage. Was the thought that flashed through his mind as he pelted out of the auditorium.

"Boys...seriously what was I ever thinking?" Santana said sarcastically, much to Brittany's delight.

"So you ran away? Again? This is becoming a bit of a pattern between you and him." Blaine's little sister's voice scolded him through his phone.

"Bree I had to, if he wants me he'll find me, I can't be the one chasing him all the time." he slapped himself in the head, and sunk down on his chair. Because the Glee Club weren't using the classroom and Mr Schue was feigning obliviousness in his office next door, Blaine had felt safe enough to pour his heart out down the phone to Brianna.

"So you don't love him anymore then?"

His head snapped up and he growled furiously, "Of course I love him."

"Then I really don't see what the problem is." she said simply, as if speaking to a child. For being a year older than her, she thought her big brother could be so dense at times.

"The problem is...it's..." but words failed him. He literally just didn't know what the problem was anymore.

"Exactly. Honestly, you both spend more time putting up obstacles and making up problems and moaning about them, than actually being together. Can't you just sing him a song and kiss?" She wanted to reach through her bright green phone and smack him. And Kurt. They were both being so blind. And repetitive.

"Bree it's not that..."

"Don't tell me it's not that easy Blaine, because it is. I've had to put up with your deliriously happy love songs since March, you have enough of them to make a six disc album. Twice. Now stop being stubborn and go get him. That is if you really still love him."

Blaine didn't even need to question it, his love for Kurt was the one solid thing that hadn't changed. So why was he sitting here moping about? Nothing should be stopping him from being with Kurt.

"I hate having teenage hormones." he moaned, beginning to shake himself out of his stupor.

"You want to talk about teenage hormones? Cause Jamie was just saying how Freddie was saying..."

"Bree, do you really want to go there...you're my baby sister." Blaine groaned, pushing down the wave of protectiveness that roared within him.

She seemed thoughtful for a minute before answering, "Not really. But I swear I will make you sit and listen to it if you don't go get Kurt right now. I'm not suffering through 'Candles' on loop for five days straight again."

Heat rushed to his cheeks, "Shut up dummy."

"Make me Blainey," she said, sticking her tongue out, not caring that he couldn't see, "Go now. And do me once last favour?"

"What is it? And don't say pick up Redvines again, your obssession with them is scary."

"Just come home happy today, bring Kurt if you need to. I miss him too." she said quietly, and Blaine remembered how her entire wardrobe had been reinvented by his boyfriend and the laughs the both of them had shared over Blaine's baby pictures.

"Blaine I really think that colour of pink suits you." Kurt said critically looking down at the photo album, while Brianna spluttered and bumped shoulders with him affectionately.

"I can't believe he didn't tell you that he had an obsession with Grease! He used to get all of our cousins to dress up as the T Birds and the Pink Ladies, and he would insist that he was Sandy. He'd get really pissy if someone even touched his copy of the DVD." she said, half garbled from underneath Blaine's hand, that was fruitlessly trying to stop his little sister speaking.

"Bree...what did I ever do to you?" Blaine whined.

Kurt glanced up at the siblings and smiled. They looked just like each other, Brianna's hair longer and wavier, Blaines's eyes darker, but the same goofy, warm smile and the excitable personality. He had worried about meeting Brianna, what with her being extremely close to her older brother, not knowing whether the girl would be hostile to someone coming into Blaine's life and spreading his time thinner, but she had tumbled down the stairs of the Anderson's and straight into Kurt's life. He now had someone to go get facials with and go shopping with if Mercedes or Rachel were busy.

And looking at the play fighting between the two, Kurt felt a pang of jealousy that he would never have that kind of relationship - Finn and he hadn't grown up together, so their bro-ship was different.

"Hey! Knucklehead! You're not getting out of this Scott free!" Brianna yelled, pulling him into a hug and tickling his sides until he was gasping for air.

Blaine tugged her off, "Let him live Bree, I don't actually mind having him around."

"Oh really?" Kurt said, mock hurt, rubbing his sides and sticking his tongue out at Brianna, cursing the over exuberant fifteen year old's deceptive strength.

Strong arms wrapped around his frame, and Kurt found himself nose to nose with his boyfriend.

"Kidding." Blaine whispered against his lips, and kissed him slowly, warmth spreading throughout their bodies. They could stay this way forever, wrapped in each other and kissing like tomorrow was never coming.

But reality came knocking. Or rather throwing, as a cushion came flying through the air and smacked them in the face, "Icky!" Bree moaned, pouting adorably.

Kurt looked knowingly at Blaine, who smirked innocently at Brianna.

"PILLOW FIGHT!"

Blaine smiled softy and answered, "I will baby girl.", determined to make things right.

"And I mean if you happen to pass the store and you saw some Redvines, I wouldn't hate you for picking them up for me." Brianna giggled sounding hopeful.

"Hanging up now, bye Bree."

"Later big brother."

Sometimes it took other people to make you realise that you're being an idiot, most of the time you can't come to that conclusion on your own. And for Blaine, thinking about his curly haired, firecracker of a little sister feeling down because she hadn't seen Kurt, was enough to make him see that he needed Kurt, even if it meant apologising to him for storming out.

Even if the world was against it, he and Kurt were going to be together.

His accusations still stung him though and made him want to punch something in frustration. He needed to make Kurt see that if they were going to be together, they would have to work things out like a couple, instead of senselessly blaming things on the other. Kurt couldn't keep pushing Blaine away and then pulling him close again. Relationships didn't work that way.

Blaine had to sort himself out too. He couldn't expect Kurt to magically be himself again, because that wasn't just going to happen, and he had to prepare himself for tough times. They both had to compromise to make it work.

And it -

Wait was that -

No it can't be -

That voice -

Kurt?