Kay, long story short, this chapter is for Mia, who bugged the living shit out of me to give her a James and Kelan getting back together thing. She even has a ship name for it. Jalan. Anyway, since I was honored as fuck that someone actually gives a fuck about my OC's I actually did it. So this is not a Klaine centic chapter but there's a lot of Klaine in it so maybe you can read it?

But you don't have to if you don't care , I don't mind if you skip it.

I kinda realised I projected canon Klaine problems on James and Kelan's realationship so I would really like your opinion on how *I* resolved it but hey, if you don't care-you don't care so you can just skip it.

In fact, you should

Mia, enjoy, you annoying little asshat

P.S. I stole a million things in this chapter, I own none of them.

"Did you ever have an HIV test?" James blurted out as he sat down next to Blaine.

Blaine just gasped at him in shock. "Ok, on a list of awkward, uncomfortable and way too personal questions you should never ask your best friend's boyfriend that takes no.1," he stammered out.

"What?" James eyed him warily before realization hit in and his eyes went wide. "Oh God, no. Blaine, I'm sorry, that came out so wrong, oh God, I wasn't prying on your and Kurt's sex life. Can I start over, please?" his eyes as his voice were pleading.

"Please, do." Blaine begged in return. This was beyond uncomfortable.

"Again, I'm sorry I sounded like a freak," he apologized again and Blaine offered a little smile in return.

"Ok, so Kelan is back in town, that ex of mine?" James made it a question.

"Ah, yes. The cheating fiasco." Blaine said.

"Yes, well umm, Kelan is one of the doctors in charge of the awareness month-" he got interrupted by "Whoa, Kelan is a doctor?"

"Yeah, he's a doctor. Well, he will be," James smiled a bit. "Stop interrupting me, this is hard for me as it is," he narrowed his eyes at Blaine and the boy made zipping motions over his lips.

"He's in town and we got together a few times for lunch and we talked a bit I guess and he told me about the program he's working on and then he asked me, just for conversation sakes, if I ever had an HIV test. As you might assume, no, I have not." James stared of into space. "And I have no one to ask, cause I know none of my boys ever had one and I just thought maybe you did and..."

"Ok, ok." Blaine ended his misery. "To answer your wildly inappropriate question, yes. I had HIV test before. In fact I had two," he said and James gaped at him. Blaine laughed at his expression. "I was a part of the awareness program too, James. Twice."

"Oh. Okay, that makes sense, James nodded along. "Well, point is now I'm all psyched about it cause in past three weeks I have convinced myself I have it an-"

"You don't have it," Blaine stopped.

"You can't know that," James fought back. "Ever since he asked me that I've been having a flashback of all the times it took me really long to get over a cold or a cut that took forever to heal. Its' driving me insane." James groaned in defeat.

"Ok, look if you're doing this just cause Kelan told you that you should go and punch him in the balls and tell him to fuck off. You have nothing to prove to him." Blaine was serious. "But if you're doing this for yourself, as you should, just go and take the test. You don't have it, I'm sure of it, but just so you could sleep peacefully at night, get it over with. The test takes like 2 minutes, before that they ask you a bunch of personal questions and that's it. I'll admit, waiting for results is a bit stressful cause you keep asking yourself "What if?" for no reason. But you're already there, man," Blaine patted his knee. "You're draining yourself as it is. I'm sure you don't have it. " He reassured the other boy. "Not for Kelan, do this for yourself."

Next day, James walked into the living room to find all of them sitting around the "council" table, Blaine included.

"You are such bag of dicks," he accused, pointing at Blaine. "You told them."

Blain lifted his hands in defense.

"He told us nothing." his brother was first to answer. "You were acting weird, we dug around a bit, found out Kelan was back and we went down there to kick his ass for making you sad and he told us what he's doing and well, we did the math ourselves.

He looked around the table and then landed his eyes on Blaine. "Sorry," he apologized and Blaine just brushed it off with a smile.

"Sit." Kurt pointed to an empty chair.

"This is ridiculous." he groaned but sat down.

"If it's bothering you then it's not ridiculous." his brother spoke again. "And I want to know what he's been filing your head with," his voice was laced with anger. "I don't care how special that little shit thinks he is, he has no right to make you feel like crap."

"He didn't do anything." James was fast to say. "He made a valid point."

"By freaking you out?" Sean cut in? "How is making you stress to death over this a valid point?"

"He just asked a question, he didn't do anything wrong," James explained, trying to calm them down. Kelan meant no harm. "He's doing this awareness program, we talked about it a bit and it just came up."

"How the hell does that come up?" Luke wanted to know. "Does he go around randomly asking people that now?"

"Luke, come on, it was just conversational," he said again. "And it got me thinking." he said in small voice.

"James, you don't have it," Kurt was the one to assure him.

"You can't know that for sure." James didn't want to argue but he held his ground. "Bottom line is that I was with that guy and we didn't-"

"Will you stop beating yourself over it?" Oliver all but yelled at him. "It happened. You were alone and miserable and hurt and you made a mistake. Big deal. One blowjob. Are you gonna hate yourself for the rest of forever because of it?" he asked, looking at his brother.

James didn't meet his brother's eyes. "It just got me thinking." his voice was barely audible. "I know chances are I don't have it and all but...You have no idea how it makes me feel that...That not only did I fuck up the best thing that happened in my life that day but I also fucked up the rest of my life, with or without Kelan,"

"Oh James," Kurt got up and went to hug the boy. "You don't have it," he forced James to look at his eyes. "But just to be on the safe side, you're taking that test tomorrow. And so are we."

"Wha-What?" he said, his voice teary.

"Did you really think we're gonna let you do this on your own?" Sean smiled at him.

"You guys don't have to do this," he told them.

"We know we don't have to" Luke was having a rare serious moment. "But we want to. You're not alone in this."

"And then when you get that test and it's negative I am going to that hospital and I'm gonna make Kelan eat that damn paper." Oliver was still angry but the comment made his brother laugh.

He was rendered speechless. He was fighting back tears of gratitude just because. They didn't have to go through all of this just for him. And yet, they were ready to stress over this, with him. Because of him.

To hold his hand, literally and metaphorically throughout this thing.

"You're seriously doing this for me?" James asked in awe.

"Oh no, not for you. I'm a slut, I need to get tested." Luke winked at him.

"Yes, and I like big dicks and I can not lie. Test is in order." Kurt hugged him tighter, making him laugh.

"I like his big dick so I have to get one too." Blaine winked and James actually gaped at him. "You don't have to do that Blaine, it's ok if you-"

"Nope, wherever you go I go." his tone left no room for discussion. "You brought this on yourself," he pointed to his chest.

James just mouthed "Thank you" at him and buried his face in Kurt's neck, before he murmured something. Kurt laughed and turned to the other four boys in the room. "He says he loves us," Kurt pouted adorably.

"We love you too, you big idiot," his brother came around to hug him.

"Group huuuuug!" Blaine roared and they all leaped up and squished James between them.

"Well, this isn't gay at all." Kurt murmured somewhere under the pile of bodies surrounding him.

"Oh, oh, this is a Kodak moment" Luke grabbed his phone. "Say Cheese ball."

"CHEEEEEEEEESE BALL|" they all grinned at the phone.

"I am making this my profile picture on Tumblr," he said proudly and earned five separate smacks on the back of the head.

*Two weeks later*

"All right, gather round." James called from the front door. "Kelan gave me the results to take home so we can open them together."

Five other boys came down to sit at the table.

"Ok, who's opening them?" he asked and all faces turned to Kurt. He spluttered: "Why me?" and James just pushed envelopes at his hand.

"You suck," he eyed them before he got up and went to the front of the table. He cleared his throat.

"Ok, here we go," he said ripping the first envelope open.

Mr. Luke Youngblood- negative.

Mr. Oliver Phelps- negative.

Mr. Sean Biggerstaff- negative.

Mr. Blaine Anderson- negative.

Mr. Kurt Hummel- negative.

Mr. James Phelps- negative.

I told you, you didn't have it, you little minion of the Satan." Kurt kissed the top of his head as James snatched the paper to see for himself. "Now if you will excuse me I am gonna go and celebrate the fact that I am a healthy guy with super sexy boyfriend. Blaine, let's go have sex." he fist pumped the air and Blaine jumped up with an excited "Wooohooo!" as he chased an already running Kurt up the stairs.

"I'm gonna go do the same." Luke winked as he grabbed his jacket. "Don't wait up."

"Hold on, I'm leaving too." Sean got up. "Shannon has got to hear the good news," he laughed out.

The twins were the only people left around the table.

"Feeling better?" Oliver asked his brother.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"I still wanna shove this thing down his throat." Oliver crumpled the paper, making James smile. "Wanna talk about it?" He nudged.

James just sighed again. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he smiled bitterly. "He's back and I have no idea what I'm gonna do about that. I mean, don't get me wrong LA is a huge town, you can live here for years without running into someone but…"

"You wanna keep running into him." Oliver finished his line.

"Yeah." James said simply.

"Did you guys talk about it? About what now and stuff?" His brother asked and he turned to look at him.

"No. We just had lunch few times. I know I should have told you guys this but I just thought..." he trailed off.

"You thought we wouldn't approve cause you're setting yourself up for disappointment again." Oliver said.

"I'm tired of missing him." James's voice was nothing more than a whisper. "I'm tired of being so in love with him even though I know nothing is ever gonna be the same."

"That's exactly the point," Oliver said with a sad sigh. "Nothing will ever be the same but that doesn't have to be a bad thing. You can rebuild what you had. It won't be the same but James; maybe it can be better. If he's ready to meet you halfway, that is." Oliver's voice got that angry tone again. "He fucked up just as much as you did. Ok, fine, you screwed up a bit more that he did, but you didn't just get up one morning and go: "Hmm, how could I fuck up my relationship with the man I love," his brother said. "I am sick of you beating yourself up after all this time. Mistakes happen, let's move on," he said as he got up. "You can't chase him down if he got head start and you two move at the same pace. He'll always be ahead that way. He has to slow down and wait for you to catch up with him. Or," he eyed his brother, "you have to let go of all that burden so you can go faster. Either way, something's gotta change, James."

There was a ring at the doors just as he moves towards them. He opened it and his face immediately fell.

"Oh hey Oliver, erm...Is James here?" the man on the doors asked.

He had sandy brown hair that curled around his face and the most amazing set of green eyes. He was tall and handsome and the slight frown he was wearing didn't really do justice to his face.

"No, he moved to Taiwan." Oliver said emotionlessly.

"Oliver, don't. I'm here." James called out as he stepped into view and the man at the doors smiled slightly. "Hey."

"Hey." The other boy answered.

"May I talk to you for a minute?" The sandy haired boy asked and James nodded.

"All right, listen here. If you make him sad or you make him cry I'm gonna hit you so hard your grandkids will have a headache from it, got it?" Oliver threatened. "I don't care how important you think you are, you make him feel bad and the only place you'll be important is obituary section in the newspapers. I'll be outside if you need me," he turned to his twin. "He better not need me." Oliver narrowed his eyes at the visitor as he slipped outside and closed the door.

"Wow, he's really pissed at me," the boy pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah, it was kinda bad after we..." James stammered. "I wasn't in a really good place," he decided for the simple explanation.

There was an awkward silence between them.

"Why are you here, Kelan?" he finally asked, making the boy look up.

"I don't even know," he smiled bitterly. "I really and genuinely don't know. I was thinking about past few days and the more I thought the angrier I got and..." he sighed. "How did we fuck up so bad?" he groaned.

James's head shot up. "Wha-What?"

"You and I, how did we end up fucking everything up?" Kelan asked again, moving into the living room and slumping on the sofa.

"Yeah, come on in, make yourself at home." James waved.

"This WAS my home, remember?" he pointed the obvious again. "For years this was my home. OUR home."

"Seriously, why are you here?" James wanted to know. He was actually beginning to believe Kelan was just here to torture him.

"Cause I hate you," he looked up at the boy above him. "I hate that I miss you. I hate that I can't get you out of my head no matter how hard I try. I hate you for cheating on me," he said and watched as James's shoulders fell.

"I hate myself," he said finally and stood up. "I hate myself for giving you the power to break me. I hate myself for neglecting you. I hate myself for putting everything before you. I hate myself for blaming you for everything when it wasn't all your fault. I hate us for letting it all fall to crap!" he almost yelled, running hands through his hair.

James just stood there.

Cause what can you say to that?

What can you say when the man you lived with, the man you loved, correction still love, tells you he hates you? And more than that, when he finally takes part of the blame for what went wrong just a tad too late.

"Have you got nothing to say?" Kelan eyed him.

"What do you want me to say?" James asked to no one in particular, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Anything!" he spat back, making James recoil a bit. "That you hate me back? That you're pissed off, too," he offered.

"I don't hate you." James said in a small voice. "And I actually, unlike you, took my time to deal with my emotions, so no, I'm not pissed anymore, either." he gave Kelan a stern look.

"Do you think that was easy for me?" Kelan asked.

"Oh My God, will you get over yourself?" James finally snapped. "Yes, it was only bad for you, oh you poor boy. Cause it was awesome for me, not seeing my boyfriend for weeks even though we lived in the same house and slept in the same bed. It was amazing for me to have a relationship with an answering machine," he laughed humorlessly. "It was extremely amazing when I tried to surprise you for our anniversary and you practically shrugged me off. Oh god, of course it was easy for me. I had so much fun while my wonderful boyfriend kept building his life without me in it," James was yelling at this point.

"So you had to go and cheat on me?" Kelan yelled back.

"Shut up!" James pointed a finger at him. "I said I'm sorry billion times and if I could take it back, I would. But I can't, ok?" he kept yelling. "I was alone and I was fucking miserable cause you ditched me on our anniversary. It's no excuse; I know that but don't get all high and mighty with me, you stupid little shit. I am so tired of you sending me on a guilt trip whenever you see me. But to actually come to my house just so you can make me feel like crap? That's too much, even for you."

"That's not why I came here," Kelan roared back, taking one step closer to James.

"Oh really? Then why did you?" The other boy demanded to know.

"Cause I fucking miss you, ok?" Kelan all but screamed at his face. "Because it drives me insane when we sit together and I can't reach over and take your hand or kiss you! Because despite the fact that you hurt me I can't just order my heart to stop loving you. Because it feels like every fucking breath I take away from you hurts cause I can't believe you're not mine anymore."

His chest was heaving and his eyes were wide. He seemed like the gates were open and the flood was threatening to drown him.

"You didn't even want me when I was yours!" James hissed back. "I had to book an appointment with you just so I can see you, my own fucking boyfriend. You miss me now, when it's all fucked up? And how does that change the fact that you also resent me with every breath you miss me with?" He asked. "You either have to let me go or forgive me," his voice finally took a lower tone and he seemed like he was holding back a sob.

"You have to forgive me," he said again, a bit louder. "You have to forgive me, you have to forgive me, you have to forgive me." he did sob out as he stepped forward and started to bang his fists on Kelan's chest. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry and you have to forgive me."

Kelan just closed the distance between then and wrapped his arms around James, holding him closer. "I already did," he whispered, complete change from all the yelling before. "I forgave you. Now I only wish I can forgive me."

James was clutching his shirt like a lifeboat. Kelan's embrace still felt like home, no matter how far away from home they truly were.

"It wasn't just your fault. You fucked up bad but I messed up, too." he admitted. "Somehow we both lost ourselves along the way. And with that, we lost each other." he leaned down to look at the boy in his arms. "I never said I'm sorry, did I?" he attempted a smile.

"No, you didn't," James was honest. "I kept saying I'm sorry over and over and not once did I hear you say that."

"I am." Kelan said honestly. "I am sorry. And I am pissed. At both of us. And I lied." he finally said. "I don't hate you."

"Could have fooled me." James's voice was still a bit bitter.

"Don't." Kelan pleaded, he actually pleaded. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you, no matter how much I tried. I had to run half across the world to get away from you," he said looking at James's eyes. "And there was one person I couldn't get away from. I can fight against you, against the world but I can't fight against myself. Cause no matter what, I still love you," he said softly. "Mistakes and all, I still love you more than ever," he said, dipping his head to press his lips against James's Their lips barely brush together before Kelan is sliding his fingers into other boys hair, pulling his face closer, trailing his tongue across his lips. With a sharp inhale James just lets go into the feeling.

How after months and months of them being apart, after months of tears and pain and resentment, of hurtful words from both sides, magic seems to still be there, stronger than ever.

His lips are still as soft as ever, he still traces his thumb at the back of James head, like he always did. He still hums at the back of his throat, something he doesn't even know he does.

James finally breaks the kiss, sighing a little. "We shouldn't be doing that. It just makes it worse."

"We should have never stopped doing that," Kelan corrected him.

"We can't-… I can't do this again-" James got cut off by another kiss.

"I just have one question. Do you still love me?" Kelan asked, looking at James.

"Don't ask me that. You know the answer." James closed his eyes as other boy cupped his cheek.

"Say it then," Kelan smiled at him.

"Of course I love you. I never stopped," James whispered.

"Then how about we talk?" other boy offered. "We sit down and we talk like two adults who love each other despite our mistakes and we try to push through this? I'm so tired of fighting. To get over you. To forget you. I'm tired of fighting. I give up," he sighed and kissed James's slips again. "I surrender."

James felt so light like he might actually float away if Kelan let's him go. How can this be happening, now? When he abandoned all hope of having this back?

"Okay. Let's talk then," James smiled as he took Kelan's hand and led him back to the couch.

And talk they did. About everything they thought was ever a problem between then and how they could fix it. About how lonely and completely unwanted James felt all those times Kelan picked his work over him, even when he didn't really have to. About how stressed Kelan was with said work, how he felt like he got caught between a rock and a hard place.

About what was, about what is, about what might be.

No, correction, about what will be.

Cause with love like that, it's a given.

"I just don't want to screw up again." Kelan said, snuggling into James's side on the couch, making him smile.

"You're bigger than me, silly," he adjusted so he can actually let Kelan fit his head in the crook of his neck. "And I don't want that either. We have enough mess to last us three life times, let's not do that again."

"I know it's not gonna be easy," Kelan looked up at him seriously. "I know we have a long time to go but I swear, I did forgive you. With all your mistakes and flaws, you're still perfect. Perfect to me," he stretched his neck to kiss James again.

"God I forgot how cheesy you are," James snorted a laugh. "I'm sorry, that was really immature," he apologized.

"That's ok," Kelan smiled back. "I love seeing you smile, my little sweetie pie, apple of my eye," he teased and James smacked him.

"Shut up," he blushed a bit. "Ok, sweet cheeks," Kelan gave him a thumbs up.

"But seriously, I wanna do this. I want you," he said honestly, hoping his eyes could say more than his words. "It hurt to be apart from you. And… I don't want to hurt anymore."

James looked down at him and smiled as he reached for his lips. "I missed you so much." he whispered against his lips. "God, how I've missed you."

Kelan never let their mouths part as he wrapped his arms around James's waist. "I love you. More than anything in the world, my little cheater," he smiled into the kiss.

I love you too, my neglecting asshole." James smiled back, internally admitting they made a huge step if they could joke about this.

And that gave him hope.

Hope that things between them will be ok.

Better than ok.

"Can we have celebratory sex more often?" Blaine panted as he crashed on top of Kurt, making him go "Umf".

"Do I have to lose more blood for it or can we celebrate say, the Earth revolving around the sun?" Kurt offered with a smile, his face red. He was breathing heavily and Blaine's weight on top of him wasn't helping.

"Oh yes! I like this plan," Blaine sealed his mouth over Kurt's as the boy's fingers wrapped in his curls.

"How come every time we have sex is seems like it was best time so far?" Kurt broke the kiss to ask.

"Cause we're awesome, duh," Blaine said oh so eloquently. "Plus, you're kinda really, really hot and it's really really easy to be hard for you." he kissed down Kurt neck, making him moan loudly.

"Urgh, do that again," he uttered as Blaine sucked on his pulse point.

"Round two?" Blaine lifted his head to give Kurt an overly excited smile.

"Oh God, help," Kurt pretended he was trying to escape from under Blaine's body.

"Fine. I shall go and take my dick with me." Blaine tried to roll over but Kurt hitched his legs higher over Blaine's waist.

"You can go but the dick is staying," he grinned devilishly. I have plans, evil plans. Mwhahahah."

"Did you just evil laugh at me?" Blaine snorted.

"Did I scare it away?" Kurt looked down between them, making Blaine laugh.

"Kurt, you're naked and panting. A zombie apocalypse won't scare it away let alone a little evil laugh." Blaine informed him.

"God, I love you," Kurt laughed out loud, kissing the man above him. "Now hush, I have stuff to do with your ass."

"How about you shut your fucking window so the entire street doesn't hear you two moaning?" Oliver called from outside.

Kurt turned his head to see that indeed window was very much open and they were both very much vocal.

"Oh shit," Blaine couldn't help but smile.

"Don't listen to him, Kurt," Mrs. Wolowitz from next door yelled. "If I had that boy in my bed I'd moan, too."

"Oh God," Kurt wailed in embarrassment. "We're sorry Mrs. Wolowitz," he called out, blushing furiously for first time in what must have been weeks. "Let me get the window." He tried to get up but Blaine stopped him.

"I am not an invalid or woman celebrating mothers day. I can get up myself." Blaine kissed him one last time as he got up. His bare ass was very much on display and Kurt couldn't help but stare. Adorable moron stuck his head out the window and called out: "Sorry Mrs. Wolowitz, we'll keep it down."

"You just enjoy honey, I hosed the paparazzi away from your door," she gave him thumbs up. He smiled back and shut the window, facing Kurt.

"I fucking love that woman" he barked out a laugh.

Kurt licked his lips, eyeing Blaine.

"Come here you hunky scruff wearing beast, you," he moaned as he pulled Blaine back into the bed.

This may just be the best afternoon ever.

Also, they must get Mrs. Wolowitz a present. Nice one.

Very nice one.

Ta-daaaaaa -_- :))))