I'm trying to finish this story on a good note so that it makes everyone happy. I've been getting a lot of complaints about Phoebe and Blaine's relationship and I don't want you to think that I'm not a good writer. I know how I want to finish this story so that everyone has their perfect ending. It's a lot of work that people don't realize and I just hope that you guys really evaluate before criticizing. I'm guessing most of you haven't been in a relationship like this so it's hard to see it from their point of view. Blaine needs to put his family first because he wants to make up for his past. He isn't playing "house" with Heather, he just knows that it's hard and she needs a support system. I'm not going to beg you to read my story and I don't know if that sounds harsh but I love writing and this is how I vision their relationship ends up.


Phoebe's POV:

I had my own office at work, it was small, but I loved it. I was finishing my first week at work and I loved every moment of it. Oliver was my new best friend that gave me someone to laugh with during our lunch breaks. His mistrials as a gay New Yorker brightened up my lunch hour. Damien and I were good friends but I always felt something more between us. True to his word, he gave me my space and never urged for anything more. Tonight, he was hosting a celebratory happy hour in my honor for the entire workplace.

"He never celebrated my first week of work," Oliver teased me, "I'm lucky if he even signs the card on my birthday."

"He's only trying to be nice," I explained, "We work together so he's trying to make me feel welcome."

"Honey, the way he looks at you shows he's trying to make you feel more than welcome. Why're you still hung up on Blaine?"

Oliver, being one of my only friends in New York, knew a lot about what was going on with Blaine. Georgia invited him out for drinks with us one night and he heard the entire sob story without judgment.

"We have a complicated past and that's not going to go away over a few weeks."

"I love you but have you ever thought about closure? Maybe it'd be good if the two of you met and talked about everything."

He was right, I needed closure with Blaine. It had been a couple of days since he last tried to message or call me but what Sean had said made sense as well. The two of us were messed up, that was a given, but we needed to end this while we could salvage a friendship.

"I could see him before happy hour tonight," I took my phone out to text Blaine; "I mean it when I say I want to be friends with him. He's played an important part in my life, that's not just going to go away."

"Meet with him tonight, maybe you'll fuck each other's brains out and get the closure you need."

That was what I was afraid of. Old feelings coming through and us ending up sleeping with one another which would only cause more issues.

"I won't sleep with him."

"I've seen pictures; you'd be a fool not to sleep with him one last time."

I rolled my eyes, "Not all of us think with our lower brain. Some of us have control of our body movements."

"You have some strong self-control," Oliver stood up, "Come on before Mr. Bossman comes and spanks us. Actually, that might be fun."

Blaine texted me back while I was finishing the presentation for some photos the staff took before I started working here.

Blaine: I can meet whenever you want

Phoebe: Wanna meet at the old place around 4?

Blaine: Sounds great

Damien knocked on my office door then stuck his head in, "Don't you have to get going soon?"

We were all getting released early today so that we could go home and change before happy hour. Most of the staff was already gone but I wanted to finish the presentation.

"Yeah, I'm almost done. Thanks again for the party; you really don't have to do this for me. I don't want the rest of the staff thinking that I'm getting special treatment."

"Who cares what they think? You're a great worker who deserves to be celebrated. Plus, being the boss's son has its privileges since I can throw a company party whenever I want."

"Ah, nepotism at its finest."

"Something like that. Would you want to share a car tonight to the party? We would only be going as friends of course."

There was no harm in sharing a car but I had already agreed to go with Oliver, "Oliver already offered my driver to drive us."

"He can come with us too."

"Okay, I'll come to your place around five thirty."

"See you then," Damien grinned before leaving for the day.

I was screwed when it came to that grin. First, I had to settle things with Blaine.

O'Keefe dropped me off at Georgia's so I could go home and get out of my work clothes and into some regular clothes. I did not want to put on my party clothes yet so I chose leggings and a light, baggy sweater. O'Keefe brought me to the old apartment around three forty-five.

"Ms. Grey, we're here," he announced.

I was too busy trying to settle my nerves of what I was going to say to Blaine. I needed to let him know that we were not getting back together. I had strung him along long enough by ignoring his calls. I needed to be straight forward with him about everything.

"What if I can't break up with him?" I whispered.

"Don't listen to what other people say. You'll know what's right for the both of you when it comes to it. I've seen the two of you together and even though I don't know officially what happened, I don't think it'd make you a fool if you got back together. You guys were happy together, extremely happy. You're just starting to get back that way again but it's nothing compared to how you used to be."

What O'Keefe said made sense. Of course I was happy with Blaine, but I needed to learn how to be happy without him too.

"I'll call you when I'm ready; thanks."

O'Keefe nodded, "No problem Ms. Grey."

Blaine was already inside the apartment when I unlocked the door. The place was beautiful; this was the first time that I saw the finished product. Everything was how I imagined it to be, I wanted to cry at the realization that I would never live here.

"What do you think?" Blaine asked me.

"This is all perfect," I said, "I can't believe we're going to sell this."

"We don't have to."

I stopped surveying the room, "Blaine, please don't make this any more difficult than it already is. I didn't come here to argue over this. We have to move on from this."

"What if I can't move past this? I need you in my life Phoebe. We tried this already before and it didn't work. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for thinking that I could protect you from this. I do what I think will make you happy but it only makes you more upset and I don't blame you. I just want to be you're hero, that's all I ever wanted to be. I love you and I hope you know that."

"I do know that but I also know that you've lied to me too many times for me to forgive. I can't keep being the idiot who trusts that you'll change. You have this new family to take care of and I know that when it comes to us you'll put your family second and I don't want that."

"So what do we do?" Blaine looked even more defeated, "I'm not going to lie, I thought you changed your mind."

"I can't change my mind," I shook my head, "I made a promise to myself that I was going to start doing things for myself. I got a new job that I love; I'm dropping out of school."

"Yeah, I heard. Is it because of me?"

"No, I did it because I wasn't in love with it anymore. I didn't think my father would let me at first but he's letting me make my own decisions. I secretly think that he expects me to change my mind but I love the place that I work too much."

"I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

We were both silent for a minute.

"If there's nothing left to say, I guess I should get going."

"Okay," Blaine moved forward, "I'll see you around?"

I did not want to see him again, not for a long time, "Sure, okay."

I gave him one last kiss on the cheek then walked to the elevator to call O'Keefe. A part of me wanted Blaine to call me back; maybe I would have forgiven him. But he did not call me back so I left it at that. We were officially over, regardless of what we both wanted. This was what mature adults did; they broke up when the relationship was only harming the both of them.

O'Keefe was already waiting on the curb for me and he held his arms open for me. I did not hold back and ran into his arms to cry. He broke his rule about us not touching and comforted me.

"Come on Ms. Grey; let's get off of the streets."

He opened the door for me and I climbed in. We did not say anything until we got back to Georgia's.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's nothing left to say, we broke up. Thanks for being there for me."

O'Keefe nodded, "I'll pick you up later."

Georgia and Sean were watching a movie on the couch when I got back. Georgia paused the movie and followed me into my room.

"How'd it go?" she sat on my bed.

"We both got the closure that we needed," I told her, "We're done."

"It's probably for the best Pheebs, it doesn't seem like it now but it really is."

"Then why does it hurt so bad?" I cried.

Georgia held me for what felt like forever. I get it; I was an idiot for trusting Blaine again. That did not make anything better; I still loved him.

"Are you sure you still want to go out tonight?"

I did not want to but it would be rude to not show up to my own party, "I'll go and get ridiculously drunk; maybe even hook up with Damien."

"That's my girl," Georgia wiped away my tears, "Come on, I'll help you get ready."