Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Note: This is the next-to-last chapter! Yes, folks, the next chapter is the last chapter. Sadness. But there WILL be a sequel! I'll tell you more about that later. For now, just review this, pretty please.

Three months later

"I can't believe we're going Christmas shopping in Boston!" Kurt bounced excitedly on his train seat.

"I'm just glad to see Tina again," Artie said sadly. He'd missed Tina.

"I'm glad to see Mercedes," Kurt agreed. "Okay, so we're gonna meet up with them for lunch at Quincy Market, and then we're going to go shopping in that area. Then we're going to walk around and go shopping in even more stores."

Artie rolled his eyes.

"Boston is the birthplace of Newbury Comic," Kurt told Artie, trying to get him psyched.

"Really?" Artie perked up.

"Yep!"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"I can't control what time we get there," Kurt laughed.

A few hours later, they were in Boston, one of America's oldest and greatest cities.

"Okay, so I think we go this way," Kurt held his map. "Or maybe…maybe it's this way."

Artie took the map and turned it around. "It was upside-down, sweetheart."

Kurt blushed. "Maybe you should control the map, then."

Artie studied it carefully for a moment. "Okay. So we're going to go left out of here…"

After several minutes of mindless wandering, they made it there. "Thank God, I'm starved," Artie moaned.

"Is food all you can think about?" Kurt teased him.

"KURT!"

Kurt whirled around. "MERCEDES!" He ran into his old friend's arms.

"Ooh, I've missed you, boo!" She squeezed him tightly.

"Missed you too," he murmured back.

"Artie," Tina whispered softly.

"Hi, Tee," he whispered back. They hugged awkwardly.

"We, uh, we ran into a friend," she said, stepping back.

Kurt, having heard her, let go of Mercedes. "Friend? Um, who?"

She moved aside. "Hi," Blaine waved shyly.

Kurt stumbled backwards, though he had been somewhat expecting this. "Blaine?"

"It's me," he looked down.

"We ran into him here, and we told him that you two were visiting today. So he joined in," Tina explained quickly. "He wanted to see you again."

"I've missed you, Kurt." It had been a couple of years, but Blaine had never gotten over Kurt. He'd tried, tried so hard, but he just was never able to get over him. He still harbored very deep feelings for this boy.

"I've missed you, too," Kurt said softly. They looked at each other for a few moments. Mercedes cleared her throat, fearing a repeat of the Movie/Theatre Incident.

Kurt snapped out of it. "Blaine, you remember Artie, right?"

"Hey, man," Artie fist-bumped Blaine.

"SO LET'S GO EAT," Mercedes said in an extra-loud voice.

"Agreed," Artie said. "I'm starving!"

Things became a little awkward at lunch as they discussed their respective college lives.

"So…where are you, Blaine?" Artie asked, trying to break the tension.

"Uh, Emerson," Blaine said back, picking at his Panini. There was another awkward silence.

"So how's Columbia?" Mercedes asked Artie.

"It's nice," he said. "I met this nice girl. Her brother is a paraplegic too, so we sort of bonded over that."

"Don't worry," Kurt laughed, seeing the looks of confusion on their faces. "She's not into boys like that."

Blaine continued to pick at his food. "What's wrong?" Kurt asked him carefully.

"Can I talk to you?" Blaine blurted out.

"Yeah, sure," Kurt stood up from his seat quickly. He followed Blaine out into the area with all the little stalls selling trinkets.

"What's up?"

"Kurt, I…I thought coming here and seeing you would be a good thing."

Kurt frowned. "It's not? What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything," Blaine reassured him. "It's me."

"Blaine?"

"I never got over you," Blaine held out his hands in exasperation. "I never got over you, Kurt. I tried. God knows I did. But I was just never able to get over you. And now…seeing you here today…with Artie…and with that ring on your finger…" Kurt shoved the hand with the promise ring on it in his pocket. "Just…tell me when the wedding is," Blaine begged. "And I'll leave you alone."

Kurt looked confused. "Wedding? Oh, the ring! Blaine, that's just a promise ring."

Blaine brightened up a bit. "So you're not getting married?"

"Not anytime soon," Kurt smiled. "Look, Blaine…I really like you, okay? I do. But…as a friend. I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to Artie. He's the one I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

"So there's no chance, huh?"

"No," Kurt shook his head. "No chance."

Blaine shuffled his feet. "But I love you."

"You can't," Kurt puffed out his cheeks in frustration. "You have to get over me."

Blaine began to cry like a little girl who was told her Valentine wasn't pretty enough.

"Stop crying," Kurt chastised him. "And go get over me. We can be friends but that's it."

Blaine sighed. "Okay," he finally said.

Kurt held out his hand. "Friends?"

Blaine smiled and shook it. "Friends."

"Good. Let's go before Tina and Mercedes start making out."

Blaine's eyes widened. "Are they…?"

"No," Kurt laughed. "But hey, you never know what happens at those girl's nights."

Blaine giggled. "Definitely not the same that happens at boy's nights!"

Kurt slid in next to Artie. "Everything okay?" Artie asked.

"Yep," Kurt smiled. "It's all good now."

"Good, because they won't shut up about shopping."

Mercedes scoffed. "Not true. We were also talking about cute guys."

"That, too," Artie rolled his eyes.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Kurt stood up, leading the expedition. The girls giggled and linked arms with him.

"Come on, the best stores are over here," Tina tugged him in one direction.

"No, they're over here!" Mercedes pulled him in the other.

"Ladies, ladies, we need a plan of attack!" Kurt laughed gently.

Blaine shuffled his feet awkwardly. "Wanna go check out Newbury Comic?"

Artie grinned. "Now you're talkin'!"

They went off laughing towards the store, eager to find some "boy things". Kurt ended up shopping with the girls in search of Christmas presents for his stepmother, father, and friends back in Ohio.

"What should I get Rachel?"

"A giant gold star," Tina snorted.

"There's a Build-a-Bear over there. Why don't you make her a 'star' bear?" Mercedes said.

"Perfect!" Kurt dragged them over there, Tina rolling her eyes the entire way. But her attitude soon changed as she had fun making bears, cats, and unicorns for her friends and family.

"I think I'm going to make a football player for Mike," she said. "But I'm going to make it a football playing unicorn."

Kurt nearly keeled over laughing. "And I'll make a popstar monkey for Rachel!"

Mercedes nearly wet her pants. "Oh, that's precious," she laughed.

So the girls were girls and the boys were boys.

And all was right in the world.