Sorry for the wait. I'm in the middle of my finals and all. But I'm done in a week!

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''I can't believe that the restaurant is almost finished.'' Kurt said from the couch as he watched mindlessly a television show. Santana smiled from the kitchen, already reviewing the recipes she was going to do in a few days when they shoot another episode. They were coming from a long way; both working hard on the restaurant, with the help of Rachel, Puck and Finn to make this place as beautiful as possible. The legal papers to make this old studio a new restaurant in New York were officialised a few months ago; the deco and the whole kitchen were done. There were now doing interviews to hire personals and deciding what to put on the menu. It was all a lot of work, but they could do it.

''Yeah,'' Santana answered as she walked in the living room. ''But we don't have the most important thing yet,'' she said as she sipped her wine who was abandoned on the table. Kurt frowned at her, the show forgotten.

''What?''

''The name!'' she said, rolling her eyes. ''It's gonna be marvellous, strong, sexualisation, powerful, like… oh, I came up with an amazing name. What do you think of…''

''We're not naming the restaurant the Apocaliptix.'' Kurt said firmly. ''This isn't a strip club; it's a refine French cuisine restaurant where people wants to enjoy a delectable and romantic diner, but still affordable with great music because there's NYU near and a bunch of hungry students are always welcomed to a business.''

''You're so boring.'' Santana signed. ''Anyways, do you have an idea? This is a big thing, this is what is going to represent the restaurant.''

''I know. I'm working on it,'' Kurt murmured, but slightly annoyed that he still didn't have a name to something he cared dearly about.

''Listen,'' Santana begin later that night as she prepared herself in her bedroom. ''I'm going out tonight.'' she said as she placed her bra the right way. She stepped out of her bedroom in only her underwear, unbashful by Kurt's presence. ''If you feel the need to invite Rachel, just make sure she leaves before I come back.'' She stepped inside the large bathroom and looked herself in the mirror, ready to do her makeup. ''She's a nice girl, but damn she's annoying.''

''That's Rachel'' Kurt shrugged. ''Where are you going anyways?'' he asked from the doorway.

''I didn't tell you?'' she said as she applied mascara on her already long dark eyelashes. ''I met a hottie yesterday. Her name's Candy.''

''Candy?'' he asked, wanting to roll his eyes. He wasn't one to judge, but it seems like a fake strip dancer's name, or her parents really loved candies.

''Candy or Candice, don't remember after what we did last night,'' she said, smirking. ''Anyways. What's important,'' she said as she now, applied her red cherry lipstick, ''is that she's hot and have the biggest boobs I have ever seen.''

''Well, have fun.'' Kurt said as he walked away. ''As long as you're going to her place, this time.''

A few minutes later, Santana came out of the bedroom with the tightest black dress Kurt had ever seen, if so, only in fashion magazine. He had to say that she rocked the sexy look.

''I'm just going to stay home,'' he said as she told him that she can call Rachel to see if she wanted to join Kurt. Since the fiasco of last summer, Santana noticed a certain loneliness in Kurt that she never had seen. It wasn't visible for anyone to see, but Santana could see it; the way he didn't want company when he found himself alone, preferring to stay by himself. Last year, on every Friday, he went to different raves to just let loose. Puck asked him to join him like it was the ''old time'', but Kurt only refused.

Santana signed and kissed his cheek. ''Okay, then. I love you.''

''I love you too.'' He said as she walked out of the loft.

Kurt didn't know what to do with himself. There was nothing good on TV on a Thursday, so he decided to bake. Baking or cooking always distracted him, made him relax. It was really therapeutic; like for some people, its doing sports or painting.

He chose to do Chou à la crème, which is his ultimate favorite thing to do; it was also his mom's favorite dessert and it was the first thing she showed Kurt to do in a kitchen. It was going to be a speciality in the restaurant, for sure. He just liked the puffy choux paste and the creaminess dessert and you can do so much with only one sweet threat. You can eat it individually, you can do éclair au chocolat or built a cake out of it.

He just finished his second batch and doing the last touch of (calories be damned) the chocolate tops garnish on the choux when someone knocked on the door. Kurt frowned, wondering who could be on the other side of the door at 10pm. When a knock came again on the hardwood of the door, but this time more insistent, Kurt yelled ''I'm coming!'' He opened the door and his smile disappeared. Everything he wanted to forget, every touch he didn't want to feel anymore, every smile and every intimate moment he desperately wanted to erase from his mind came back to assault him, assault what he was trying to become. In that moment, everything simply vanished.

''B-Blaine,'' he whispered, breathless.

''Hi, Kurt,'' Blaine said softly and his eyes softened as he laid eyes on Kurt. He was as beautiful as the first day they met; but this time, there was no game, no plot; he just saw a kind-hearted man and his heart and soul were committed to this blue-eyed boy. ''Can-can I come in?'' he said at last when a deafening silence was too much to bare. He was at Kurt's door because he wanted him back in his life and if he needed to, he'll beg for forgiveness. He won't back down until Kurt said he never want to see him again. If it happened, then Blaine wouldn't have a choice but respect Kurt's choice, but until now, he was ready to fight for Kurt's love and trust. He was tired because of the flight, but the adrenaline of being here, face to face with the young man, kept him going and alert.

''Yes, come in'' Kurt said after a few agonizing minutes. He stepped aside to see the man he never dream to see again; the man who hurt him, humiliated him and the man he was trying to move in from, to build a life without him was now in his loft. He crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to give Blaine the satisfaction to see him vulnerable or hurt by his choices. He glared at him with a cold expression and Blaine's expression was hard to read; guilt, sadness, devotion and fear were melted in his golden irises.

''How did you know where to find me?'' Kurt asked at last.

''I have my sources.'' Blaine said, shrugging, but in reality, earlier that day, he remembered he still had Rachel's number saved in his phone and begged her to divulge where he resided.

''What are you doing here?'' Kurt asked and his resolve started to crumple a little. ''You have done enough damage, don't you think?''

Kurt turned his back to Blaine, refusing to look at him. He still felt the tears stinging his eyes, but he bite his lips to not cry in front of him.

''What do you want?'' he said in a weak voice. He didn't have the straight to just push him away or to walk away from him.

''I want to talk, I want to explain.'' Blaine's voice was deep and scratchy, and Kurt knew that he was on a verge of a breakdown himself. ''If you let me do it and you don't want to forgive me, then I will walk out of this door and you'll never have to see me again. I will set you free, be-because the only thing I've ever wanted is to make you happy. If it's with me or without me, then I'll still be satisfied because I'll know that-that the boy I hurt is not hurting anymore.'' Kurt turned around slowly and he couldn't control his tears. They fell freely on his pale cheeks and he sniffled, still crossing his arms over his chest to protect himself; from himself or from Blaine, he didn't know.

Blaine walked slowly to Kurt and with a gentle motion; he caressed Kurt's cheek to wipe away a tear. ''Please, don't cry. I told you; if you don't want me here, I'll go.'' He stepped back, but Kurt grabbed his wrist.

''No, don't go,'' he said in a broken voice. Blaine nodded dumbly and for the first time in months, hope ignited in him. ''Talk,'' Kurt said in a still cold voice, though now he was crying. He was crying because of what Blaine said and about the thought of not having Blaine in his life anymore. It's strange how a few months of passion (for Kurt, anyways, he thought bitterly) could transform the life of one person. But on the other hand, Kurt didn't forget that he was still frustrated with Blaine.

Blaine led the way to the leather couch and Kurt fallowed him.

''It's a nice place you have there,'' he said, trying to bring some comfort back. Kurt nodded stiffly. He wasn't crying anymore, but his cheeks were puffy and red. He tried to wipe any wayward tears, trying to focus on anything but the pain that Blaine inflicted upon him by his mere presence.

''Santana found the place,'' he finally answered after a few minutes.

''It smells delicious,'' Blaine said after a moment, closing his eyes and go back to happier times, where the two of them would cook and just fooled around in a kitchen, being two young men in love, not a struggling student and the son of a billionaire, but just Kurt and Blaine, two young lovers.

''I made cream puffs,'' Kurt said, shrugging like it was no big deal, but Blaine knew it was. All the food Kurt made was passion, art, love. He never cooked for nothing, but he chose not to comment on it. ''It's the chocolate ones, your favorite,'' he murmured, and just by the look of surprise that crossed his feathers, Blaine knew he didn't plan on saying it, but once again, he chose to ignore it.

''I really love you, you know.'' Blaine said quietly, looking at his feet. When Kurt didn't say anything, he looked up to see curious blue eyes. He felt confident and continued. ''It wasn't a game for me,'' he said, looking straight into those baby blues.

''But it was, wasn't it?'' Kurt said, his eyes piercing Blaine's heart.

''At first, yes,'' Blaine said. He decided to be honest with Kurt, because after all he did, all the lies, all the games, he needed, deserved, to know the whole truth. ''My brothers have this sick game that every year, at the Casablanca's, they will try to seduce someone, get them to sleep with them, then humiliate them.'' He said and now, saying it aloud, he realized how awful and just cruel it was and felt ashamed about the last victims of his and brothers' scheme all those years. ''You were new to the hotel and they wanted me to do it with you.'' He saw the heartbroken expression on Kurt's face. Kurt was the most compassionate and moral person he'd never met, and yet, he succeeded in shattering one of the purest heart he'd even know. He knew that Kurt might know the story, but hearing it from him, it was a whole new level.

''You didn't love me'' Kurt said sadly. ''But I loved you. I loved you, Blaine.'' Kurt stood up and leaned against the big window overlooking the city.

''And I love you,'' Blaine said earnestly. ''I made a mistake,'' Blaine said as he stood up as well. ''I screwed up. But I'm not the same person as I was before I met you. You have to believe me. You've changed me in so many ways, Kurt….'' He was now behind him and Kurt could feel his warmth embracing his back and neck. ''What start as a game grew into something more. I grew to love you and when-when I realized that, it was too late. I didn't have the courage to tell you the whole truth.'' He whispered.

''You should have found the straight. It's better than watching us fucking on a theater screen in front of an audience!''

''I-I know.'' Blaine said quietly, still behind Kurt who made a point to stay focus on the view. ''I just hope that you can forgive me, someday.'' He took a chance- a chance that will define his future. He kissed his neck. It was a feather kiss and Kurt could barely feel the warmth of his lips on his neck. The intimate moment was gone too soon and Blaine released him and turned around to go. It was his goodbye to the only man he ever loved.

Kurt's eyes were closed as Blaine walked away. He had mix feelings about it. He was still angry and hurt with his ex, and wanted nothing more than slapping him in the face. But on the other hand, he missed his smile, his touch, his laugh. A rational part of him said ''forget him. You deserve better.'' But another part of him, in his heart, said that his laugh couldn't be fake when he was with him and his ''I love you's'' couldn't be more real. When he heard the door closing, he reopened his eyes and knew, in that moment, what he had, wanted and needed to do.

''Wait,'' he said as he walked in the hallway. Hearing his voice, Blaine turned as quickly as possible with hope shining in his eyes. Kurt studied him for long seconds. ''You love me.'' He wasn't sure if it sounded like an affirmation or a question, but Blaine nodded vigorously as he walked straight to Kurt with big steps.

''Yes, I do. Of course I do. So, so very much,'' Blaine said and Kurt could feel the warm breath against his lips. They were so closed, and yet, so far.

''I've tried to move on, but I can't. It's been seven months, Blaine. Seven months of trying and trying, but you're always on my mind.'' He said as tears collected in his eyes.

''I hurt you, and I'll never forgive myself.'' Blaine's hand went to cup Kurt's cheek to wipe a new tear.

''I'm still hurting and-and I despise you for what you did,'' Kurt sobbed as he shook his head, eyes full of regret. Blaine's hope was gone and his eyes were not as bright as before. He looked down and nodded stiffly.

''I guess this is goodbye,'' he said at last and kissed Kurt's plum lips softly and went to trace his rosy lips with his thumb. He turned to walk away –for good, this time- but before he turned the corner to take the elevator, he heard his voice again.

''You've hurt me, but I know you've loved me more,'' before he knew what was happening, Blaine felt himself pressed against a wall and Kurt was kissing him fiercely.

Blaine closed his eyes, savouring this moment, He didn't know if it was a goodbye kiss, but he let that happen. When he sensed the heat, and the want and desire, he knew it was so much more and deepened the kiss. He grip Kurt's hips and Kurt's hands were in his hair in a firm grip.

Blaine took charge and pushed Kurt on the opposite wall, pinning him there and putting his arms above his head and he began to attack his neck with kisses and bites. It was more than a heat make out session, but more like a way to reconnect with each other and to rediscover the other. Not as gently as before, but both of them had anger, sadness and longing to try and control. Kurt's hands were now on Blaine's belt, unbuckled it and Blaine's hands, shaking with nerves and excitement, and were trying to unbuttoned Kurt's shirt. Kurt put a hand inside Blaine's jeans and palmed him and Blaine moaned, closing his eyes with pleasure and contentment, his toes curling in his shoes. It's been far too long.

As Blaine gripped Kurt's waist firmly, Kurt already knew what he attended to do and with lips connected to lips, he lifted his legs to wrap around Blaine, trusting him to hold him. Their hands were wandering everywhere, their lips were kissing every part of their necks and faces and their irises blown with lust, Blaine made the way to the loft as quickly as possible, trying not to collide with the walls. It happened one time, though, and they just giggled like when they used to do in the summer, before they concentrate again by the task at hand.

Once inside, Blaine placed Kurt on the bed and soon after, they were fully naked and touching. Kurt arched his back as Blaine kissed the inside of his thigh. His stomach caved inside, showing off his ribs, when the curly haired man kissed and trailed his tongue on his stomach until he reached the belly bottom and Kurt moaned like never before. It felt so good and it was like a part of him reconnected with the other part. It felt like home. Blaine was smiling-a true, pure, happy smile. If Kurt accepted to be touched like that, to be closed like that with him, it meant that he was on his way to be forgiven.

''Kurt…'' he murmured as he closed his eyes and get lost to the sensations of intimacy. He glided his hands on Kurt's sides and circled his hips with his thumbs.

In one movement, Blaine put the condom on, -Puck gave them to Kurt wishing that he could have some fun, he said. - And he was moving inside Kurt. The blue eyed man wrapped his legs around Blaine, moving his hips with Blaine's rhythm. Blaine stayed silent and just enjoyed hearing Kurt moaning and sighing beneath him. He just bite his lips, because he might scream of ecstasy and cry at the same time. He just wanted to concentrate on Kurt; his voice, his movements, his hips hitting his and the quiet sound of his balls slapping Kurt's ass. Blaine accelerated the speed when he felt himself being closed and with a grunt in the crook of Kurt's neck, he was coming. They hadn't changed positions during sex like they used to do, it wasn't slow, but fast, but they both needed that. They just needed to do it fast, rough, and almost raw to feel every fiber of their being, for them to understand that the hurt was still there, but the love was stronger.

Blaine went soft inside Kurt, but the latter didn't try to push him away. Blaine was like a dead person on top of him. He wasn't moving and his head was still in the crook of Kurt's neck and the pale boy still had his legs spread wide open. Kurt intertwined his fingers in Blaine's curls, now free from the gel because of the previous activity. As he tried to detach himself from Blaine, his body was shaking with violent sobs. Kurt frowned, concerned, but Blaine only continued to cry, still laying on Kurt, cradling Kurt's head in his hands and Kurt could feel tears hitting his right shoulder. He never had seen Blaine crying; it was a first and considered that he didn't like that.

He didn't say anything; he just held the man in his arms and let him cry. He hummed a quiet song in his ear, hoping it could help Blaine to calm down; it did.

''I'm so, so sorry, Kurt,'' he said wetly after a moment when a few tears escaped but the sobs had stopped. He kissed Kurt's pale cheek, his neck, his clavicle as he kept murmuring how sorry he was. If Kurt had any doubt as if Blaine was lying or didn't really love him, now, he just believed him. It was crystal clear; that boy was head over heels for him; just like he was of him. Yes, Blaine hurt him. But he had changed; he saw the change in him. He was a stupid, spoil, bratty young man. But now, as he looked at Blaine's red and pained face, he could see the maturity in his eyes, how committed he was to be with him and saw regret and sadness. Now, he was a kind, mature, deserving young man. He knew in that moment that he'll never say goodbye to that man.

After another round of amazing sex (this time it was even better, considering that now, they both knew what it meant and they were, at last, together.) they slept naked, intertwined, with only a white sheet to cover their lower bodies.

As the lights streamed through the room, they were both already awake, kissing, giggling and talking in hushed tones, whether not to awake Santana if she came home last night, or just out of reflex because it was the morning and everything was still so quiet.

Suddenly, Kurt's door opened and Santana barged it. Usually, she didn't care what time it was; if was too early, or too late, if she had something to say to Kurt, she was going to do so.

''Kurt, why there's clothes all over the…'' and her eyes meant Blaine's, fully naked in bed. Her dark eyes became cold and hard and without another word, she left the bedroom, leaving behind two speechless boys.