You Can Always Find Me Here Chapter 21: A Heart Full of Love, a glee fanfic

Author's Note:

Hello everyone! I'm so happy to be able to bring you another chapter. I love these boys so much and I miss them when they don't want to talk to me! And I love all of you and I miss you when I don't get to read your lovely reviews!

Many thanks to my beta tifarae, who is the bestest.

I have used a song in this chapter that was written 3 years after this chapter takes place. Shhh…don't tell anyone! But when I need a Warbler song I always head to the Beelzebubs, and this one was perfect.

Enjoy!

From: banderbro at Hotmail dot com
To: at HTAL dot com
Date: November 16, 2006
Subject: Fifteen Candles

Dear Kurt,

Happy Birthday to me! The guys threw me this awesome party, serenaded me with a ridiculous version of "Fifteen Candles" and just generally caused enough of a ruckus that we were yelled at by teachers and staff three times. But it was my birthday, so they couldn't really do anything to us. Go me!

It wasn't as good as you and your Dad coming out here last weekend for my birthday dinner. That was really special. Can you thank your Dad again for me? I loved being able to see you. And I thought about what you said. I think you're right. I have to do Dalton's show next semester. Professional or not I have to keep acting if I want to still be any good when I get home. And you're right. It's a good way to stick it to my father. ;P

Speaking of which, he hasn't called. I don't know why I'm surprised. I mean I guess I'm not. But it still hurts.

You're lucky Kurt. Your dad is amazing.

Well this letter went downhill fast. Too bad for that "no erase" rule we have.

I miss you. More than I should.

The Warblers are having a show before Winter Break. I hope you and your Dad will come.

Love,
Blaine

It was dark, the score was 14-0 and Burt was watching the game with a beer in his hand when Kurt snuck up behind him and flung his arms around his dad's neck in an embrace.

"Oh hey there bud," Burt said, looking up over his shoulder at him with a chuckle. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Nothing, you're just the best dad ever," Kurt said. He walked around the couch to sit down. Sitting back against the arm, he crossed his legs. 'Blaine says thank you again. For dinner."

"Ah. I should have known all the love had something to do with Blaine," Burt teased. "Well tell him he's welcome and he doesn't have to keep thanking me. How's he doing?"

Kurt frowned. "It's his birthday and his Dad didn't even call. What kind of Dad does that?"

Burt frowned. "Not the kind of Dad you want to be. So remember that someday when your kid tells you something you don't like."

Kurt laughed. "I think that is years and years away." He was just about to say something when his father's team scored and he rolled his eyes and hid his grin as he waited out the celebration he was all too used to. Finally Burt settled back down. "So, the Warblers are doing a show before Christmas."

"Get me the dates and we'll go," Burt said without any persuasion.

"See? Best dad ever." A penalty was called on Burt's team and Kurt groaned while his father swore louder than he probably should have. "I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"You get all your homework done?" Burt asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Good," Burt smiled. "Have a good night son. Love you."

"Love you too Dad."

"My little brother's not so little anymore."

Blaine smiled and leaned back on his pillow. The light was off and he'd just been heading to bed when Cooper called. "Hey Coop."

"Fifteen. I remember when you were five."

"You remember when I was born and Mom brought me home from the hospital and you asked her if you could please bring me back."

"Yeah well, I'm pretty glad they didn't let me," Cooper admitted. "So how's the birthday so far? Any birthday kisses?"

"Just on the cheek from Kurt last weekend," Blaine said. He had been pretty certain that if he and Kurt could have ditched Burt at the restaurant he would have gotten more, but they'd had no such luck.

"What about that Brad kid?" Cooper asked.

"I told him we could just be friends." Blaine sighed. "God Coop, am I being stupid?"

"Yes." Blaine groaned at Cooper's response. "Look, I get it. I know how much you care about Kurt. But are you gonna join a monastery until you and Kurt can be together?"

"When I'm with Kurt I only want to be with Kurt," Blaine said, trying to explain something he was having trouble understanding on his own. "And when I'm here I want to be with someone because Prep School Boys, Cooper!" Cooper laughed. "But if I'm only thinking of Kurt when I'm with them, how is that fair to anyone?"

"So you're joining the monastery," Cooper concluded.

"Just call me Brother Blaine," he sighed.

"Already do Squirt," Cooper teased.

Blaine's mind wandered and Cooper's must have too because the line grew quiet. This birthday wasn't shaping up the way he wanted it to. Dalton was great, his friends were awesome, but if he had to choose he wasn't where he wanted to be or with the people he wanted to be with.

"You okay Squirt?"

Blaine picked sadly at the crease in his blanket. "Dad hasn't called," Blaine told him.

There was quiet on the line. Then Cooper said, "I'm sorry."

"I don't know what I thought or what I'd been hoping for. I just thought maybe…"

"You can't change him Blaine," Cooper said. "And you can't blame yourself. Someday he'll realize what a big mistake he's making. That he's losing one of the most precious people who exist in the world."

Blaine didn't think he was that precious, but it was nice to hear. "Is Mom okay? She tried to sound fine when she called me this morning, but I know she's hiding stuff."

"Mom's okay," Cooper said. "I promise."

"Okay." Blaine didn't really believe Coop, but he knew that even at fifteen, his brother would always try to protect him. "I should go. It's late."

"Happy Birthday Blaine."

"Thanks."

Blaine hung up and tucked himself snuggly into bed. His phone still in hand, he knew it was too late to call Kurt. But he wanted more than anything to talk to him.

From Blaine to Kurt: You still up?

From Kurt to Blaine: Of course.

From Blaine to Kurt: Did you get my email?

From Kurt to Blaine: Of course. My dad says you're welcome and stop thanking him. He also needs the date of the show.

From Blaine to Kurt: December 16. It's a Saturday. The weekend before winter break. My mom will be up too. She says she's going to try to get my dad to come. I kind of hope he does. It will be better than seeing him for the first time when I get back to New York.

From Kurt to Blaine: Yeah. Better with hundreds of people around then alone.

From Blaine to Kurt: That's what I'm thinking. Though if he doesn't come then we can try to get your Dad to go out to dinner with my Mom and leave us on campus for the Warbler shindig after the show.

From Kurt to Blaine: We can certainly try.

From Blaine to Kurt: My brother says I should join a monastery.

From Kurt to Blaine: How does a monastery differ from Dalton?

From Blaine to Kurt: Excellent question. Let's see. I suspect the monastery is much quieter. Robes instead of blazers. More humming, less singing.

From Kurt to Blaine: Doesn't sound as good.

From Blaine to Kurt: You're probably right. The food's probably better though.

From Kurt to Blaine: Says the Prep School snob who's never had a day of public school slop in his life.

From Blaine to Kurt: I am sticking my tongue out at you.

From Kurt to Blaine: I am blushing.

From Blaine to Kurt: You're adorable when you blush. I want to make you blush more.

From Kurt to Blaine: I don't think they allow this kind of talk in the monastery Blaine.

From Blaine to Kurt: Then I better stay at Dalton. Nite Kurt.

From Kurt to Blaine: Nite Blaine.

From: SLopez at yahoo dot com
To: banderbro at Hotmail dot com
Date: December 3, 2006
Subject:

How did you know you wanted to kiss Kurt?

The moment Kurt told the girls he was going to Dalton for a Warbler concert they insisted on coming along. It took a bit more convincing to get Burt and the other parents to agree to leave them alone at Dalton for a few hours after the performance, but with promises to behave themselves and an invitation to dinner for Kurt from Blaine's mom, they eventually agreed. Blaine had texted him that morning that his dad wasn't coming.

On the drive to Dalton Burt learned all the gossip at the performing arts school as well as at the junior high. Brittany chattered on about Finn, much to the annoyance of Santana and Kurt. Santana claimed to be dating the junior high's biggest bad boy, though Kurt and Brittany had seen no real evidence of that story. And Kurt, Burt realized, was oddly silent on his own life.

"Is everything okay at school?" Burt asked, glancing quickly to the seat beside him.

"What? Oh yeah sure, fine," Kurt answered, but Burt didn't miss the girls' pursed lips and shifty eyes as he glanced into the rearview mirror.

Nick watched Blaine standing in front of the mirror of their dressing room, eyes glazed over, absentmindedly putting more and more gel into his hair until his curls were nearly gone.

"Hey Dude. You alright?" he asked, slapping a hand on his back. "You can't possibly be nervous of this little crowd."

"Of course he's nervous," Jeff smirked. "Kurt's here."

Blaine snapped out of it and his eyes immediately flickered to Brad, who was pointedly avoiding Blaine's gaze.

"It's not Kurt," Blaine insisted and he turned around and grabbed a towel to wipe off his hands. He leaned back on the table and his eyes fell to the floor. "I just really wish my Dad was here."

The room grew quiet. The Warblers were Blaine's best friends other than Kurt by now and they all knew how much he'd been hoping this show could have helped him and his father make amends before Christmas. In fact, they'd all put a lot of work into making it happen just in case his Dad had decided to come.

The leader of the undergrads, Wes, stepped forward and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine looked up at him and he saw determination in his eyes. "This doesn't change anything," he told Blaine. "If he couldn't bother to come, then you just sing the song so hard and strong that he feels it all the way in New York. Understood?"

Blaine nodded but he didn't have a chance to say anything because suddenly the boys were announced.

"Please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!"

"Thank you all for coming, you've been an extraordinary audience for us and we just love sharing the joy of the season with you." Wes took the microphone from the stand center stage and he carried it with him as he spoke, moving slowly down the line of boys. "The holidays aren't just about today's joy though. They're also about wishes for the future. We'd like to close tonight with a very special performance. We've never had a freshman sing lead before, but we have had the utmost pleasure this year of welcoming not only an incredible talent, but an incredible person to the Warblers."

Kurt smiled, sitting between his father and Brittany. He watched as Wes slowly made his way further and further stage right where Blaine stood at the very end of the row. He grabbed Brittany's hand, nervous excitement rushing through him. Blaine had told him he was singing. He hadn't said what. And though Kurt knew Blaine could sing the phone book and he'd love every word, it had been far too long since he'd seen Blaine perform and he couldn't wait another minute.

He'd have to though, because Wes continued talking. "He's given me permission to tell you that bullying and hate brought him to Dalton. And the Warblers have found it an honor to surround him with nothing but love. And we hope that he can inspire you to spread that love wherever you go. Ladies and Gentleman, please give a warm welcome to Blaine Anderson."

Kurt's heart leaped into his throat and the tremendous pride that he felt was only a fraction of the solemn pride he saw on Blaine's face. Brittany squeezed his hand, but Kurt never took his eyes off of Blaine, just in case his best friend needed him for support.

The music began, created by the a cappella magic of the background vocals. Kurt was pretty sure that no one in the house was breathing. And then Blaine stepped forward, opened up his heart, and let his music come out.

Sometimes I lay
Under the moon
And thank God I'm breathing
Then I pray
Don't take me soon
'Cause I am here for a reason

Blaine let his eyes fall on Kurt and his Mom. His angels who had saved him, no matter how hard he had cried.

Sometimes in my tears I drown
But I never let it get me down
So when negativity surrounds
I know some day it'll all turn around because...

All my life I've been waiting for
I've been praying for
For the people to say
That we don't wanna fight no more
There will be no more wars
And our children will play
One day, one day, one day.

Blaine had sung for thousands, but his honesty tonight had his nerves racing. He'd chosen the song for a reason. He'd hoped that his father would change his mind last minute, remember the love that he had for Blaine and come to hear him sing. He'd hoped he'd hear the song and realize the mistakes he was making. But he let Wes' words sit in his thoughts and he sang as hard as he could, hoping that somehow it could settle in his father's heart from miles away. And he sang for all the other kids whose mothers and fathers and brother and sisters were in the audience and needed the words. For all the kids like Kurt who were bullied and needed a "one day." All he wanted was a world where everyone could be themselves without fear. No more fighting. A world where children could play with whomever they wanted, gay or straight. A world where he and Rachel would be free to be friends.

It's not about
Win or lose
Because we all lose
When they feed on the souls of the innocent
Blood-drenched pavement
Keep on moving though the waters stay raging

He remembered back to the night he'd told the Warblers of his attack. How he'd laid on the ground, bleeding and in pain. How he'd just wished that the word was different. That he could go to a school dance with a boy he liked without fearing for his life. And how he wished he could go home, knowing that he'd be as safe as he was here at Dalton.

He remembered Wes playing him this song. And he remembered crying.

In this maze you can lose your way
It might drive you crazy but don't let it faze you no way

Sometimes in my tears I drown
But I never let it get me down
So when negativity surrounds
I know some day it'll all turn around because...

He couldn't change the people who refused to hear. All he could do was go on. Go home. Be who he was, not let his father get to him. Refuse to be the victim. Refuse to be abused or rejected. He would choose to believe that one day, as his mother and his brother said, his father would accept him and regret the years he lost. Blaine was going to do everything he could to make sure that he didn't regret them too.

One day this all will change
Treat people the same
Stop with the violence
Down with the hate

One day we'll all be free
And proud to be
Under the same sun
Singing songs of freedom like
One day, one day

He saw Kurt on his feet the moment they finished the song and the crowd joined him. Kurt screamed, the crowd cheered, and Blaine bowed and acknowledged the crowd. Blaine's mother had tears in her eyes, Burt put an arm around his son, and Blaine's brilliant smile lit up the theater.

It had taken every ounce of willpower for Kurt not to run onto the stage and hug Blaine, and it was taking even more to wait until Blaine's mother was done crying proudly in his arms before taking his turn. But the moment she finally let go, Kurt smiled at him and Blaine smiled back and opened his arms and Kurt ran into them.

"Every time I see you perform you just amaze me more and more," Kurt whispered in Blaine's embrace. Blaine squeezed him tight then let him go, beaming down at him. "How do you do that?"

Blaine shrugged slyly. "I guess I just get better with age," he smirked and Kurt rolled his eyes and smacked him lightly on the shoulder, though honestly he couldn't deny it in any way.

"Alright boys," Burt said, breaking them apart with a pointed look. Kurt stepped back to join the girls. "You four are going to hang out here, together, correct?" The four kids nodded wordlessly and they all knew that Burt didn't believe them in the slightest.

Blaine piped in to try and save them. "The Warblers are having a gathering back in our rehearsal hall Mr. Hummel," he assured him. "Just some snacks and music and dancing. We'll be fine."

"I'm trusting you," Burt said, looking directly at Kurt. Kurt swallowed hard and nodded. He didn't want to do anything that would make his father choose not to go.

"Come on Burt, they'll be fine," Mrs. Anderson said and Kurt let out a breath of relief. "We'll be back in a few hours kids, have fun and be good," she added, her eye on her son. Blaine flashed her his most charming smile and she knew that none of them had any intention of being good.

Kurt and Blaine were hand in hand when they got back to the rehearsal with Santana and Brittany trailing behind. The only girls in a sea of older boys, they were caught between a desire to prove themselves and protect themselves. They instinctually reached for one another's hands as they walked in as well. Blaine noticed that the upperclassman had congregated across the hall, music already blasting, and he was glad that his friends could be slowly initiated with a less intimidating crowd.

"Well look who's finally arrived, the guest of honor," Jeff shouted.

Blaine blushed. "Come on guys, I'm not the-"

"We were talking about Kurt," Trent said deadpanned, but winked at the girls. Now it was Kurt's turn to blush and they sat down together, curling up on a couch. "And who are these lovely ladies you brought with you."

"Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce," Blaine introduced.

"You're right Blaine," Santana smirked. "You are the best looking of the Dalton boys."

"Ow," Jeff yelled as he flung his hands to his chest like an arrow pierced his heart. He tumbled onto the ground. "Your girl just killed me Blaine."

"I have never said that guys, I swear," Blaine said and the other boys just laughed. "Don't be jerks," he frowned throwing a pillow at them, and he turned to Kurt and the girls. "Guys these are my friends, though I'm not sure why. Nick, Jeff, Trent, David, Wes, Thad and Brad."

They all waved, the girls sitting on the floor against Blaine and Kurt's couch. Kurt watched Brad warily from across the room and Brad clearly did the same.

"So tell us about yourselves Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce," Nick said and the girls told them all about Lima Junior High, the cheerleading team and performing arts classes.

"Brad looks a bit uncomfortable," Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear while the others talked. "Maybe I should move to the other side of the couch."

"Maybe we should go outside," Blaine said, wagging his eyebrows but just then Jeff yelled.

"Truth or Dare!"

Kurt's mouth gaped at the game suggestion. "Maybe we should," Kurt whispered back.

"Oh guys, come on," Blaine whined but Santana smacked him on the shoulder.

"It'll be fun," she snapped. "Besides, Kurt here needs to prove his mettle with your friends doesn't he?"

Brad stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I think I'm gonna see if the guys next door will let me hang with them," he said and he left the room.

Blaine went to get up to go after him but Kurt stopped. "Let me instead?"

Against his better judgment, Blaine nodded and Kurt went after his best friend's crush, not minding at all that it got him out of the game of Truth or Dare at the same time. Brad was at the threshold of the door the upperclassman were hooting and hollering behind. "Brad," Kurt called quietly.

Brad turned and seeing it was Kurt leaned against the door. "Look, Kurt, I don't have anything against you, I just…"

"It's hard," Kurt finished for him. He took a step closer, and shrugged his shoulders. "Look I get it. It's not easy for me either. To see you."

"It should be," Brad said, his eyes drifting to the floor. "He loves you."

"And he likes you," Kurt said. "Very much. And I can't compete with the things you offer him. Not yet anyway."

Brad looked up at him, surprise in his eyes. "It's not like that Kurt. I mean, it hasn't been and…" He sighed, and his gaze drifted to the open door where Blaine sat with his back to them in a circle with his friends. "I like him. I really do. He's incredibly talented and sweet and he's just…he's kind. In a way that not too many people are."

Kurt smiled softly in remembrance. "When I was 8 years old, I saw a boy on a barricade. And when I met him at the stage door he invited me backstage with him. 8 months later when my mom died he was the first person to make me smile. He was my first kiss on the cheek when I was 9. When I was 11 I was the first person he came out to. He was so scared when I kissed him then but then we stayed up all night talking. He tells me that when the bullies beat him up I was the last person he thought of before he fell unconscious." Kurt didn't tell Brad all this to make him jealous. He just didn't know if Brad knew all that and he wanted Brad to understand. "I know how sweet and kind he is and I know that he cares about you. It's just…we've been waiting so long."

Brad nodded, finally understanding. He'd wondered what had Blaine so tied to this boy, and now he knew. Kurt thought that he couldn't compete with Brad, but in reality there wasn't a chance that Brad could compete with Kurt. "You shouldn't wait anymore," he said before turning back to the door and disappearing inside.

With a sigh Kurt turned back to the room his friends were in and he stood off to the side in the doorway.

"Truth or Dare Blaine!" Thad yelled.

"Truth," Blaine answered, pulling his legs to his chest in anticipation.

Thad smiled. "Okay. If you were marooned on an island with just one person, who would you want it to be?"

Blaine didn't need even a second to think before he answered the question. "Kurt."

Kurt shivered against the cold winds as the sun set behind the Dalton skyline. Blaine let go of Kurt's hand to wrap his arms around him and keep him warm. "Do you want to go back inside? They might be done playing by now."

"No," Kurt said, shaking his head. "I just want to be with you."

Blaine smiled and reached back down to take his hand. "Come on." He led Kurt across campus to his favorite place. The gardens outside the chapel weren't blooming in the winter and the ground was hard and cold, but the stone landscaping survived all seasons and Blaine still loved it.

"It's beautiful here," Kurt said and Blaine was glad he could see it too.

"I come here when I need to think, or just when I need to be alone," Blaine said. He sat down, leaning back against a thick oak tree and tugged Kurt down with him. Curling up between Blaine's legs, Kurt rested against the warmth of his chest.

Blaine wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. "I wish I never had to let you go," he said, resting a kiss on top of Kurt's hair.

"I wish I didn't have to go," Kurt sighed. "Your friends are crazy but nice and Dalton is amazing and I wish I could just stay here forever."

Kurt sounded so sad, Blaine wished he could just snap his fingers and fix everything. "How are things at school Kurt?" he asked. "You don't talk about it much anymore."

With one hand Kurt absentmindedly played with a small smooth stone on the ground. "I try so hard not to let it get me down. But it's hard," he admitted. He picked the stone up and twirled it in his hand. "It's bull you know. That stick and stones hurt more than names? Bones heal but I don't think you ever forget the names people call you."

Blaine brushed his thumb against Kurt's cheek. "Then let me call you some names to remember." Kurt sat up, one hand resting on Blaine's thigh, and looked up with blue eyes that shined in the darkness with nothing but trust and love. Blaine smiled and if he had ever thought he could love someone more than he did Kurt he knew for sure now that he could not. "You're beautiful. You're smart. You're funny. You're my angel and you are full of love and yes, you are gay but don't ever let them convince you that's an insult because this is what gay gets you."

Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt's lips, cupping a hand on the back of his head to pull him closer. Their cold noses touched and it made them laugh against each other but they didn't let go. They never wanted to let go.

The cold disappeared as the heat of their skin rose and Kurt shifted closer, wanting, wishing, many things but most of all wishing he were older, old enough, and he let the hand on Blaine's thigh roam higher and higher until he felt Blaine's own hands stop him and gently pull him away.

"You don't have to do that," Blaine whispered, staring at the ground with his eyes closed.

"What if I want to?" Kurt asked softly.

Blaine looked up and met Kurt's gaze, so innocent and not at the same time. Blaine brushed his cheek with a thumb wanting so much from Kurt, so much but not that. He smiled gently. "I'm just not ready," he sighed.

"But you said-"

"I was wrong Kurt," Blaine told him. "I was wrong and you were right. We're not ready for those things and that's okay because I don't want to rush this. I don't want to rush anything. I want to cherish each and every moment with you and not have any regrets. Okay?"

Kurt bit his lip but he nodded. "Okay."

"Good," Blaine said and pulled him back into his arms. They sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the sounds on campus. Boys laughing. Robins singing. They both knew they should get back to Santana and Brittany but neither of them wanted to.

"Kissing is still okay though, right?" Kurt asked, looking up at him with a grin.

Blaine laughed and nodded. "Kissing will always be okay."

"Dare!" Santana yelled, bouncing on her knees waiting. She waited while Jeff thought and thought and then his eyes lit up.

"I dare you to kiss Brittany," he said.

Santana's skin immediately flushed and her heart beat quickly in her chest and she looked over at the girl sitting next to her that she knew without a doubt that she would die to kiss and she realized that this was her chance. Brittany looked back at her, her lips quirked in an amused smile. "Are you okay with this?" Santana asked.

Brittany shrugged and grinned. "Sure why not?"

"It has to be a real kiss, not some quick peck on the lips," Jeff insisted.

Santana shot him a look, pretending that her heart wasn't pounding and her nerves weren't racing and her stomach wasn't filling with butterflies desperate for escape. She raised a brow at Brittany once more just to make sure and Brittany just smiled and nodded. Santana leaned over and closed her eyes and she was surprised when Brittany's lips met hers first and she hitched a breath. She had kissed boys before but it had never felt like this, like every thing about her that had never felt right was suddenly exactly where it was supposed to be. She reached a hand up and threaded her fingers through Brittany's soft golden locks and she pulled her closer, never wanting to let go.

Then the boys started hooting and hollering and clapping and whistling and Brittany pulled slowly away from her. Santana didn't ever want to open her eyes as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and when she did she couldn't even look at Brittany. "Hope you boys enjoyed the show," she snapped before getting up. "I need some fresh air."

She put up a show of confidence until she was out of their sight then she fled, down the stairs and out the door, letting the cold air work its way into her lungs to cool the heat in her body. She leaned against the brick of the building and closed her eyes, but when she did all she saw was Brittany.

"Are you okay?" she heard Brittany ask.

Santana opened her eyes and Brittany was standing there with the moonlight shining off of her and her face so soft and warm, a shy smile gracing her lips and Santana couldn't say a word.

But Brittany could. "That was hot," she grinned.

And Santana realized she had nothing to say and she stepped forward, grabbing Brittany by the waist and pulling her close, capturing her lips, kissing her the way she'd be dreaming about for months.

Burt had texted Kurt that they were on their way back to Dalton and Blaine and Kurt reluctantly made their way back to the building hand in hand.

"Call me if you need me at all, okay?" Kurt asked, worry in his voice. "I hate the thought of you being home without Cooper."

"I'll be okay," Blaine promised. "Mom will take care of me and I could always go over to Rachel or Sam's if I need to."

"I just worry," Kurt said.

"And I love that you do," Blaine smiled. "But I will write you every day and call if I need to. Probably the worst thing about the whole vacation is how much I will miss you."

Kurt smiled and nudged Blaine's shoulder with his own. "I will miss you too."

They walked in silence for a few minutes until the Warbler's hall came back into a view. In the darkness they could see the silhouette of two people, long hair flowing, against the wall.

"Is that…?" Kurt gasped.

Blaine smiled and squeezed his hand. "Yes. Finally, it is."

"Did everybody have a good time?" Burt asked as he drove the trio back home.

Brittany and Santana held hands and snuggled in the back seat as best they could with their seat belts on. Kurt was staring out the window with a dreamy smile. None of them responded.

Burt looked in the rear view mirror and over at his son and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading! As always, let me know what you think, what you want, what you love, etc! Your words inspire me.

Music: One Day, by Matisyahu. Arrangement by the original Warblers, the Beelzebubs. If you don't have their album, "Battle", get it. You won't be sorry.