Final chapter. I hope the ending isn't too anticlimatic for you all. I love it, I think it's just right for this story. I hope you enjoy. And thank you all so much for sticking with me through such an angsty story, it means a lot :)

Later, after Blaine was awarded MVP of the Nationals competition and the New Directions won, the two boys huddled together in a booth of a nearby coffee shop. Kurt was unable to let go of Blaine who seemed quite content to cuddle with him. The euphoria of winning and being MVP was nothing compared to how it felt right now to have Kurt back in his arms.

"Um… we should talk," Kurt said after finishing his cup of coffee.

"Mmm… no we shouldn't," Blaine disagreed. Kurt leant back to look Blaine in the eyes.

"Uh, yes we should. After everything-"

Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt's lips to silence him. He smiled softly. "I think we've both done enough hurting in the last few months, don't you? How about we just say that we're both sorry and we forgive each other then put it all behind us so we can start over. So we can just be Kurt and Blaine again."

Kurt's eyes shone brightly and he kissed Blaine's fingers before pulling them away.

"That sounds nice… but what if I want to talk about it?" he asked quietly. "What if I'd like to explain myself? And hear your thoughts and feelings?"

"Then we can talk. But not right now. Let's do it later, when we're more comfortable and things have gotten back to where they used to be," Blaine suggested.

"Okay. But we should do it before you move in with me."

Blaine's eyes widened just fractionally but he managed to pass it off as he jokingly replied, "You haven't even bought me dinner and you're asking me to move in?"

Kurt giggled. "How about I pay for the coffee? Does that make it less scandalous?"

"A little bit. Come here." Blaine pulled Kurt back into the circle of his arms and nuzzled into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Kurt kissed the top of his head and tightened his hold. "Ah…"

"What?" Kurt wondered.

"This is nice. It feels like I was never in pain to begin with. No scars."

Kurt smiled and squeezed Blaine. "Yeah… It feels like my heart can beat again. It's found its rhythm again." Kurt moved his hand to rest over Blaine's, feeling their hearts beating in perfect unison.

"Hey… are you coming home to see me graduate?"

"I was going to anyway. I know I promised to keep out of your life but… since you were going to get in NYADA if I had to murder someone to get you there then we would have seen each other anyway. I used to check your Facebook just to see what you were up to. I was having a hard time coping but I knew had to do it… for both of us."

Blaine smiled and then it faded as he remembered what he had done to cope.

"Um… Kurt… I kind of burnt everything of yours," Blaine whispered.

"Everything?"

"Everything that was yours, that you gave me or that reminded me of you, yes."

Kurt was silent for a moment. "Hang on… I left my two hundred dollar Alexander McQueen jacket at your house."

"You know I love you more than anything in the world."

"Blaine Anderson that jacket was a one-off."

"I'm sorry, I really am. But I was angry and hurt and confused... I didn't know what to do and in chick flicks they always seem like they feel better when they burn their boyfriend's things."

Kurt giggled. "Okay... maybe I'll forgive you but... even your beautiful scrapbooks?" Blaine nodded sadly. "All those hours wasted... what about our letter journal from when I first transferred back to McKinley?... Oh, Blaine... even- even Margaret Thatcher Dog?"

"That was probably the worst... thank God Dad did most of it not me." Blaine sighed and pulled Kurt closer. "I'm so sorry... I was a little out of my mind then."

"So was I, don't apologise. Most of those photos still exist somewhere in digital form so they're not lost forever. I guess I can find you a new bunch of adorable stuffed animals... but our letters... and my McQueen Jacket can't be replaced..." Kurt sounded so heartbroken that Blaine felt a wave of guilt all over again.

"I really am sorry."

"Hey no, shh. Let's just... we'll make new memories... okay?" Kurt stroked his fingers through Blaine's hair. "Do you think Mr Schue would mind if I took you back to New York for the weekend?"

"Probably not," Blaine replied.

"Good. You're coming home with me and we're going to spend the weekend making up."

Blaine laughed as Kurt pulled him to his feet and out of the coffee shop. Blaine stopped him on the sidewalk though and tugged him close. Kurt looked at him curiously.

"Just one more thing," Blaine explained, before pulling him incredibly close and pressing their lips together. Kurt moaned and melted into Blaine, losing himself the feeling of their lips and tongues moving together. God he'd forgotten how amazing that felt.

They broke apart and Blaine sighed happily.

"That's better," he decided and Kurt nodded in agreement.

Rachel vacated the loft for most of the weekend and Kurt and Blaine spent a lot of time just holding each other. Kurt was way too nervous to initiate anything more than a few short kisses with Blaine, unable to let go of what he'd done to him before.

On Sunday morning though, Blaine put his foot down.

"I'm catching a plane in four hours to go back home," he protested as Kurt backed away from him nervously. "I'd kind of like to replace the last memory I have of us being together together."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I can't do it... I feel like it'll just make you feel awful again."

"Kurt, us making love can never make me feel awful. And I asked you to do that to me anyway. Can we just do this and forget about it completely?" Blaine walked closer and took Kurt's hands. Kurt looked down at them and then nodded, looking worried. Blaine smiled and guided him back to his bed when he sat and encouraged Kurt onto his lap, straddling him. "I love you, Kurt Hummel and I forgive you for everything that happened. Can you forgive me though?"

"Of course I can you silly man," Kurt laughed. "And I love you. So much."

"Then kiss me and let me make love to you."

Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders to bring their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss.

They took their time, shedding clothes slowly and letting fingers trace skin, rememorising every part of each other. They both wanted it to last for as long as they could possibly make it. Considering neither of them had done anything since February it lasted a little less long than they might have liked but it didn't matter really. When Kurt curled into Blaine's side under the covers, their bodies still damp with sweat as they tangled together, he just felt right. Blaine held Kurt closer, sad that he would have to leave soon but happy that he at least got to have this before he went. He felt as though everything was right again.

Blaine hummed softly and then started singing. Kurt smiled, eyes still shut at the familiar melody.

"Being apart ain't easy on this love affair," Blaine sang softly, fingers stroking through Kurt's hair. "Two strangers learning to fall in love again. And I get the joy of rediscovering you. Oh boy, you stand by me. I'm forever yours, faithfully."

Kurt sighed and opened his eyes to look up into Blaine's warm golden ones.

"Sweetie... that was nice," he murmured. He snuggled back down before adding, "It would have been a whole lot more romantic had it not been a Journey song Rachel and Finn sang at our first Regionals."

Blaine blinked and then laughed. "Right, sorry. I'm going to miss you so much."

"Well, it isn't for long. I'll be home soon to watch you graduate and then you'll be moving up here in August. Nothing is ever going to separate us like that again."

Blaine hummed in agreement and just held Kurt for as long as he could until he needed to leave to go home. Their farewell at the airport was not as emotional as it would have been once because now they both knew and they weren't worried.

Blaine didn't even have to tell his parents what happened when they picked him up at the airport. He was in such a dazed happiness that they both just knew and let him sing quietly as he gazed out the window on the way home.

After dinner though his father asked for details and Blaine provided them happily until he got to the part about them talking about Blaine burning everything.

"He was so upset when I told him that they were gone... all our memories," Blaine sighed sadly. "God how could I be so stupid? How you let me be so stupid? Sorry, no, I shouldn't blame you. It was all on me."

Nathan laughed slightly, his voice off. He cleared his throat. "Actually..."

Blaine looked up with a frown.

"Don't be angry but... when you told me... I knew one day you might regret such a decision... I know I shouldn't have, it was betraying your trust in a way, but I felt it was the right thing to do..."

"Are you saying...?" Blaine's eyes lit up in hope.

"The only things burnt were those few photos I gave, all of which I made sure had other copies somewhere. It's all in some boxes in my office. I'm sorry."

"No!" Blaine jumped up and hugged his father tightly. "No, don't be sorry. Thank you so much. Thank you. I guess... I guess you really do know me, huh?"

"Well, I have a few years to make up for. I want to do it any way I can."

"Oh, Dad, this more than makes up for it. I need to call Kurt. Where is it?"

"Behind the filing cabinets." Blaine squeezed his father once more, dashing off to gather the boxes and transport them upstairs. He called Kurt and put him on speaker as he unpacked the boxes, ready to return everything to their rightful places.

"Hey there Honey Bee," Kurt greeted.

"Hi gorgeous! Guess what!"

"What?"

"All of your stuff, it's still here. Dad hid it from me! He knew we'd make up eventually and he didn't want me to regret such a stupid thing so it's all here. All of it!" Blaine knew he sounded overexcited but he was just so happy. He let out a delighted laugh when he found his parents had even gone so far as to replace the glass in the framed pictures he'd thrown at the wall. "Oh Kurt, it's Margaret Thatcher Dog." He hugged the stuffed dog close and kissed its head.

Kurt was laughing on the other end of the line. "I'm so glad. Thank your dad for me, will you?"

"I will," Blaine promised. "Everything is here. I'm so happy he started wanting to be a good dad again or this would all have been destroyed. I should probably leave it all in these boxes actually... I will be moving in a couple of months."

Kurt just laughed and then asked Blaine a question which led to a debate about the newest Project Runway episodes. Their conversation lasted for hours and Blaine went to sleep with a smile on his face after he hung up because he'd never felt so perfect before.

Two Months Later

Blaine dumped his last box in the loft. It had been such a hassle moving up here. He'd needed to send his things in the moving van a couple of days before his plane even left so that he would arrive around the same time as his things. It turned out his plane was delayed for a while and the van arrived before he did but luckily Brody and Rachel had been around and they had decided to start moving Blaine's things upstairs for him.

Blaine was so grateful. He really liked Brody and was glad he was living in the loft with them. Although he wondered if Rachel was beginning to feel far too outnumbered. After all there were three men and then she was the only girl. He asked her about this and she just laughed and said at least she'd be properly protected if a psycho ever invaded their home.

It had been a long time coming moving in here. Kurt had been adamant about them having a talk so last week they'd stayed up together in Blaine's empty house and talked about EVERYTHING. There were so many tears and hugs and even some laughter. They got every feeling they'd had in the last year out in the open and afterwards they'd made slow, worshipful love on the couch. Twice so they could switch it up.

And it was perfect. Blaine couldn't have asked for a better way to finish their terrible year.

Blaine rubbed his back tiredly as arms came around him from behind.

"You look like you need a massage," Kurt murmured in his ear, kissing his throat softly.

"That would be amazing," Blaine sighed. "But I kind of want to unpack. It feels all... weird, just having the boxes. If I unpack-"

"Don't worry about that just now," Kurt said and dragged him to take a shower where he relaxed Blaine with a back massage and a blow job. Afterwards they started to unpack his things and the second Blaine stacked his last book on the shelf Kurt tackled him onto the bed and kissed him deeply.

"What was that for?" Blaine gasped when they broke apart for air.

"Welcome home," Kurt responded before kissing him again and proceeding to remove his clothes.

Welcome home indeed, Blaine thought, complying happily since there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

No more waiting.

FIN