Ch 49- The Wonderful Wizard of Oz-Part 2

Disclaimer: Nope, Still don't own Glee. Blah!

Warning: Part of this chapter receives a warning for a more graphic romantic scene. There is no smut, and this is probably the hottest scene I'll write, but If that's not your thing, you need to skip Thomas' final point of view.

Author's Note; Here it is. I hope you guys enjoy this. I can't believe I'm 49 chapters in. I want to say thank you to the following people for their reviews, because without them, I would have never made it this far.: Icandance, aka Dancer 16, Belindaheflin1, voyageasia, , and simplyaprillyn. Your positive comments and encouragements have meant the world to me. I also want to thank all of you that reviewed, favorite or followed this story. I envision 55 or 56 chapters, so there is only a small stretch left.

I was hoping to have this posted sooner, but this became bigger than I thought. I felt apprehensive writing this, being that a lot of people in their reviews have been talking about these chapters. I'm posting this in two parts because I felt it really needed to be separated, just like the funeral.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Blaine, Central Auditorium

Crap. Me and my impulses again. Ugh. He did kiss me back though. He held me so tightly around my neck that for a second I forgot that what I was doing was wrong. I would be crushed if I walked in on my boyfriend kissing someone else.

I was also fully aware that even though he kissed me, that he truly loved Ethan. I was an old flame, familiar, comfortable, but not right. If I was, he wouldn't have ran off without a single word. Thomas belonged with Ethan, and I just screwed that up. I had to make this right.

"Lance." I called to him, and he peeked his head around the corner. "I need you to do me a favor. Can you do the role?"

"Huh? Why, Blaine? Don't you have people coming for this?

"Yes, I do. How about we switch, and I do tomorrow matinee. Please? I had an emergency come up."

"It's Thomas, isn't it?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"It always was. You'd do anything for him."

"He's in love with someone else, and I probably just ruined their relationship."

"Blaine, I've got this. Go take care of it."

"Thank you."

I sent a text to Cooper, my parents, Nick, Jeff, Sam, and Jenny.

I'm switching my performance to tomorrow at 1:00.

I had to go find him. I had to make this right.

Saturday,November 14, 2009

Sam, Dalton Academy-10:15 A.M.

Sam from Blaine: I'm switching my performance to tomorrow at 1:00.

Shoot. I hoped that I could catch Wes before they left. This wouldn't work if the Warblers weren't there.

Sam to Wes: Abort plan! Abort Plan! Blaine is performing tomorrow at 1:00 instead.

My phone rang. It was Wes.

"Hey, Sam. Sorry. I'm driving. I had to pull over to read that text. We were just going to get a bite to eat."

I don't know what happened but Blaine isn't performing today.

"Oh, Well, I'll just tell them I had something come up, and we'll just come tomorrow."

"Thanks, Man. Do you think that they can all make it tomorrow?"

"It should be fine. I'm pretty persuasive when I need to me. They will be there.

I shot a text to Blaine.

Sam to Blaine: What happened?

Blaine to Sam: I kissed Thomas?

Sam to Blaine: And?

Blaine to Sam: Ethan walked in on us.

Sam to Blaine: Oh Shoot! Then what?

Blaine to Sam: Thomas ran after him.

Sam to Blaine: They truly love each other, don't they?

Blaine to Sam: They really do.

Sam to Blaine: You love Thomas too, though. What are you going to do?

Blaine to Sam: Ethan looked devastated. I need to fix this. I'm an idiot.

Sam to Blaine: No, you're not. Just go talk to him.

Blaine to Sam: Which one?

Sam to Blaine: Both. You owe them both an apology.

Blaine to Sam: You're right. This sucks.

Sam to Blaine: I know man, but it's the right thing to do.

Blaine to Sam: I know.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Thomas, Central Parking Lot

"Ethan, wait. It's not what it looks like. Ethan!" I ran after him immediately. I knew that he didn't know his way around here, so I stopped for a moment and listened. Ethan was frantically looking around the parking lot.

"Ethan, talk to me. Please."

"I don't want to talk to you. You assured me you wanted a relationship, that you were ready. I told you I would wait, and I would have."

"It was a mistake, Ethan. I swear. He leaned in and kissed me. I let him though. I screwed up!"

"You sure the hell did. You know how Sebastian treated me. I told you that I trusted you. Tell me the truth, Thomas. Who do you want? Does your heart belong to me, or does it still belong to him?"

I wasn't lying when I said that I am in love with you, Ethan, but I still care about him. I didn't realize how much though until I saw him again."

"Look, you need to figure out what you want, and who you want, and we will talk later. Tell his parents thank you for their hospitality, but I'm going to get a hotel room tonight."

"Wait, Ethan! Please.

"Thomas, I refuse to talk about this right now. I love you, but I just can't. We'll talk once we are back in Chicago.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"I don't know. Is that what you want?"

"No, I don't"

"Then, I encourage you to think long and hard about this. We'll talk later."

"Ethan, I..."

"No, I can't do this now. I'm too angry, and I don't want to say or do anything I will regret. I'll see you tomorrow, but I just can't do this right now." He face was scarlet red, and tears were streaming down his face. Regardless, he was beautiful. He unlocked his car, slammed the door, and drove out of the parking lot. I turned around to a familiar voice.

"Thomas," Blaine said softly. "I'm so sorry."

"Blaine, you have to get back in there. You have a show to do."

"You will always be more important to me than any show. Where is he going?"

"He said he was going to get a hotel room," I attempted to say with ragged breath. I dropped to the pavement, my head falling in my hands.

"Thomas, this is my fault. I'm so sorry. I should've never kissed you. I didn't even think about it, it just felt so familiar, so right."

"Ethan told me I needed to figure out what I want, and who I want.

"It's him, isn't it?

"Blaine, I am honestly not sure. When I saw you, emotions came rushing back. I'm been fighting them since I returned, but I love him, Blaine. I love him so much.

"I know.. And Thomas, I really am sorry, for everything!"

Thomas' phone buzzed. "Crap, Kurt."

"Huh!?"

"A friend of mine. We were going to meet and see the play. Look Blaine, I can't talk about this with you right now. I need to clear my head."

"I understand. I have to go. Thomas, I really am sorry."

"I know, Blaine. I know."

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Kurt, Westerville Mall, 11:45

"Thank you so much for meeting me here. I'm in desperate need of some advice and some retail therapy."

"I'd never turn down a reason to go shopping. Are we going to make it to the show though?"

"Blaine traded with his understudy. He'll do tomorrow's matinee. It starts at 1:00 P.M."

"Oh, Um, I can't stay long tomorrow. I might could come to the performance, but I'll have to leave immediately afterwards. Ohhh! Look at this hat?"

"Oohhh! Chic! That would look awesome on you."

"You are totally stating the obvious. It's on sale. I could make this work with a few pieces I have at home. I'll wear it all tomorrow."

"I'm glad you can come tomorrow. This is a mess. What do I do Kurt? I really do love them both."

"If they both lived in the same place, and there were no strings attached, who would you choose?"

"I honestly don't know. They are both amazing. Blaine is comfortable. Kissing him just felt like second nature. It felt like all these feelings had come rushing back at first. But then, when I saw Ethan's face, my heart broke."

"What is it like when you kiss Ethan?"

"Electricity!" He shivered. There's just this connection. I guess that's one reason I let Blaine kiss me. Deep down, I wondered if there was a spark between us, like Ethan and I ."

"Was there?"

"It felt good."

"But was it the same sensation as when Ethan kisses you?"

"No, they are both different."

"Thomas, close your eyes. I want you to think of where you will be in 10 years. What do you want to do?"

"I want to be a set designer in Chicago, possibly for the Opera house or the ballet."

"What else do you see? Who's in the front row, smiling stupidly, because he's the guy lucky enough to be with you?

"Not who I thought I'd see."

"Go get him."

"What about our shopping."

"I called in reinforcements. Mercedes and Tina are on their way. I'll see you tomorrow at Central, hopefully with a hot guy on your arm. One guy, Thomas! Now go!"

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Ethan, Red Roof Inn

I sat on the bed, tears streaming down my face. What was I thinking, me coming here? I didn't belong here. Seeing Thomas and Blaine together just made me realize that. I sat, quivering, with the realization that everything had unraveled in mere seconds.

Ring, Ring!

I looked around. The phone on the bedside table was ringing.

"Mr. Sullivan, you have a guest in the lobby. He wasn't sure if you wanted to meet with him or not."

"Send him up."

A minute later, a knock came on the door.

"Come in."

He opened the door. It wasn't who I thought I'd see.

"What do you want Blaine?" I glared at him, angrily. My head was spinning.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I kissed him, not the other way around."

"He didn't stop you." I was trying to pull myself together, but my emotions were spiraling, between intense anger to immense jealousy, to absolute despair.

"You are completely in love with him, Aren't you, Ethan?"

"I'm head over heels, but so are you. I don't stand a chance. He's out of my league, Blaine. I think he still wants you."

"Are you kidding? He cares about me, but as hard as it is to admit it, he doesn't belong with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't want to admit it, but you two are meant for each other. I saw it at Dalton yesterday . You two complimented each other; almost like you two were each others' soul mate. It's like when you two look at each other; you don't just see what's on the surface. You see each other's souls, like nobody else is in the room. It was sickeningly cute."

"Wait a second, what are you saying?"

"I know you are pissed at him."

"I'm actually not. I'm pissed at you!"

"Um, I guess you have every reason to be. I shouldn't have kissed him."

"Then why did you?"

"I knew I shouldn't have." He ran his hand through his hair. "Look, I wasn't thinking. It was an act of desperation. I was grasping at hope that there was something, anything, still there between us."

"There obviously still is."

"Actually, no, not on his side of things."

"It didn't look like it? He kissed you back."

"Not the way he used to. Look, he cares about me, but he's completely in love with you. You guys belong together. You need to talk to him."

"Blaine, why should I listen to you? You just kissed my boyfriend."

"I told you I'm sorry. Look, ever since I met him, I have been drawn to him. I felt this need to be there for him, to watch out for him, especially after the attack. But after witnessing you two together, I think what I realized is that Thomas is my best friend, and that is the role I'm meant to have."

"So you are saying?

"I promise to respect your relationship with him, but I need you to promise me something."

"What?"

"Take care of him. Love him the way he deserves. He has been dealt a crappy hand lately, but somehow, he keeps getting back up. He's a fighter, but He shouldn't have to fight alone. He needs us both, but he needs you more."

"Blaine, you're still completely in love with him, aren't you?"

He nodded. "But he doesn't feel the same way for me. You have his heart, Ethan. Take care of it. He's one of a kind."

"I know. I promise I will take care of him. I love him so much Blaine, and I know this is hard for you, so thank you."

I kind of expected you to punch me."

"I'm not going to lie. I thought about it, but then I realized something."

"What?"

"That you could probably kick my ass," I chuckled. "Thomas told me that you box."

"I recently started, yes."

"Yeah, so why don't we just call a truce. Besides, I understand that urge to kiss Thomas. He's kind of irresistible. Just don't do it again."

"You have my word." He stood up and walked over to me and extended his hand. "Promise me you will take care of him," he said as we shook hand. "Or I will kick your ass."

"Blaine, you have my word."

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Thomas, Ethan's hotel room-109

I couldn't believe that he was still here. I was so afraid that he flew back home without me.

"Ethan, can we please talk."

"I think we really need to. Come in."

"Ethan, I'm so sorry. He kissed me, but I kissed him back. I wasn't thinking. It meant nothing. I swear."

"Thomas, I really…"

"Please, just hear me. When he kissed me, it felt familiar, comfortable, but, when I kiss you, I feel a connection. Nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do. I never thought I'd find anyone. Then, Blaine walked up to me that day, and I thought I found someone, finally. I fell for him, Ethan, hard." His head dropped. I grabbed his hand. "I expected to be hung up on him indefinitely. I didn't think anyone else would ever even look my way, except jerks like Sebastian. Then, you came along, and made me feel so loved, so special. With Blaine, I feel admiration and immense respect, but with you, everything in me is awakened. "I feel chemistry, excitement, giddiness, and arousal." He raised his chin, and his emerald green eyes met mine.

"Arousal?"

I nodded. I looked directly into his shimmering eyes. "What I feel when I'm with you, when I kiss you is completely exhilarating, but it's also terrifying. It's all I ever want. I crave it, but it makes me feel things that I've never felt before." I could feel him quiver. I pulled him close to me. "Ethan, that kiss only solidified it for me. You are it for me. He might have been my first kiss, but Ethan, I want you to be the only one I kiss from now on. When I close my eyes, I can picture us together. I see us together ten years from now. You are in every dream, every fantasy. I want to share everything with you."

Ethan surged forward, and kissed me deeply, his hands caressing my back. After several minutes passed, he pulled back and looked at me, his pupils dilated , his lips beckoning me closer, his hands still touching me. "Thomas, I want that too, but I think we rushed things. We are ok. I forgive you. Just don't ever do it again. I can't take it. The thought of anyone else getting to kiss you, or take you from me is too hard to fathom. I want exclusivity. I want you all to myself, and I don't want to share."

"I want that too."

"Are you sure, babe. Because, I can give you time."

"Ethan, I told you earlier, you are it for me. I promise you, nothing like that kiss will ever happen again because you are all I ever want. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry I hurt you, Ethan." Tears cascaded down my face.

"Thomas, baby, shhh! It's ok. I know you're sorry. I knew going in this would be hard. Seeing you kiss him though, it ripped my heart out. I thought I lost you. I thought you wanted him back."

"Ethan, I swear, I'm exclusively yours. I want everything to be with you. All my first." He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed. My heart started to race, and it was getting a little hard to breathe.

"Ethan, I, I, I didn't mean yet, I, I mean I want to, but, I"

"Shhh. I just want to talk. I'd never push or pressure you into anything you aren't ready for. But I think we need to be completely honest. I need to tell you some things. I think I may be a little more experienced than you."

"Blaine was my first kiss, and that was as far as it ever went. I thought you were a virgin?"

"I'm a virgin, technically, baby, but I have to admit that I have experimented with some things; unfortunately, with Sebastian. Honestly, it was awful, because there wasn't a commitment there. I wish I would have waited for the right person." He paused, and then he grabbed my hand. You know that I mean you, right?"

"Yes, I do. " I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him hungrily, hoping that he could feel the desire growing with each touch, each breath, each sensation. He turned his body toward me, and I trembled as he gently led me down against the mattress, kissing my lips, my neck, and down toward my chest.

"Oh Ethan! I, I"

"He pulled back. I'm sorry. Is this ok?"

I nodded. Just tell me, babe. I want to move at your pace, but I definitely want to kiss you right now."

"I want that too. Shirtless," I said, staring into his eyes.

"He gasped. Are you sure?"

"Yes,"I nodded. "I'm sure." His hands removed my vest, and he lifted my shirt. He gently started rubbing his hands up and down my back. I quivered at the sensation of his fingers caressing me.

"Is this ok, he asked lovingly?"

I could feel beads of sweat forming as the friction from his hands made me tingle. "It's perfect! You are perfect." And I pulled him back to me, my hands creeping under his shirt, touching his back, his shoulders, his chest. His eyes never left mine as I slowly unbuttoned each of the buttons on his dress shirt, purposefully allowing my fingers to brush the now exposed skin as I worked my way down his chest, stopping once to drop a kiss on his abdomen.

"Thomas, you're beautiful. Seriously, we can take this slow."

"Oh trust me baby, I want to take this slowly too. I just want to kiss you, and feel your body next to mine. Hands above the belt, but I want them touching me. I want you lips kissing me as well."

"That I can do, love. That I can do!" His lips crash back into mine, and our tongues immediately intertwine with one another as our hands roam each other's' body passionately.

"I love you, Ethan!"

"I love you, too, darling."

Author's Note: The next chapter is complete and will be posted soon, probably sometime tomorrow. Please read and review. You guys are awesome.