A/N: Thank you for the reviews I received on this fic they mean more than you know. Thank you to my beta JayhawkWrites, for fixing so many of my mistakes.

Chapter 7 The Talk

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Blaine was on stage singing his heart out, playing his guitar performing one of his newest songs, and just like always, he looks out into the audience. He does it at every concert and with every song. Blaine can't stop himself from looking for one specific face. The face he spent the last four years of his life looking for. The one face that had always brought him so much pleasure and then so much pain.

Every concert Blaine got his hopes up, and every show those hopes were dashed to the dirt, until tonight. He was looking out into the audience holding his mic a little away from his face, closing his eyes for a moment, as the emotions from singing "Always You" hit him. As always, Blaine has to close his eyes when he got to the line, "When you walked away from me, for the last time, you left me with nothing," because that was a feeling he knew intimately. When he opened his eyes slowly, it was like they were drawn straight to "him."

Blaine looked away because at that moment, singing that line; he knew he was only seeing what his heart so wanted him to see. That wasn't him. That wasn't his Kurt, so he made himself look away for a moment before he allowed his eyes to go back. For the first time in four years, Blaine felt like he could breathe again because right there in front of him, was his life.

He spent the rest of the concert, singing only to him. Blaine didn't care how many warm bodies were in the auditorium tonight, nor how much money they had paid to be here to see him. He couldn't make himself care because his person had finally come. The only person to Blaine at that moment that mattered.

Blaine slowly started to wake up but was fighting so hard not to. He didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to leave the most fantastic dream he had ever had. Usually, he was glad when his dream ended. He had lost track of how many times he had woken up screaming from one, but this dream, this dream had been so very perfect. Quite frankly the most amazing dream Blaine had ever had. He didn't want to move, because moving means he's awake, and the moment he allows himself to be awake, Blaine knows that more than just the dream will be gone. Kurt would be gone all over again, and he didn't know if he could go through that again.

Raising his hands, Blaine rubs his eyes with a deep sigh. It had been such a perfect dream. He slowly reached out for his phone. Looking at the time and groaning… five o'clock, wonderful! He thought before sitting up. His internal clock was so out of whack. He knows when this tour ends, when he finally gets to go home again, it will take him forever to get back into a normal sleep pattern. It always does after a long tour. Slowly sitting up, he starts running through his head everything he needs to do before hitting the stage again tonight, so ready for it to be over this time.

While he was sitting there, he felt the bed move beside him, heard someone sigh, and then what felt like someone snuggling back into the pillows. Shit, what had he done? He might call random men for a meet and greet backstage, but he never invited strangers back to his bed, especially when he knows he hadn't been drinking last night. Please don't tell me Matt decided to show up, Blaine thought to himself. He closed his eyes for a minute, shaking his head. What the hell happened last night, what had he done? He slowly moved his body so he could see the person lying beside him, his breath hitched, and the biggest smile spread across his face because lying there beside him was Kurt. Last night hadn't all been a dream, Kurt was really there.

Blaine couldn't take his eye off of him. He slowly brought his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them and wrapping his arms around his legs, just sitting there watching Kurt. He used to get so lost watching him as he slept. Kurt awake had always been beautiful, but Kurt, asleep had always been more so. He would always have this look of contentment on his face when he slept that was not always there when he was awake. Blaine had always secretly hoped he was the reason for that look.

Blaine studied Kurt's face, noticing the little changes that had taken place over the years. Kurt had changed from the boy he loved to the man he had become. Blaine hated that he had missed even one of those changes, that he had missed even a second. What was Kurt's life like now? Was he happy? Blaine wonders in the back of his mind if Kurt had missed him as much as he had missed Kurt. They had talked last night, but with a mutual agreement had decided to keep their conversation light. Now he wished they had talked more. He hoped today they would get that chance.

Blaine could have happily sat there all day just staring at the beautiful man "his" Kurt had become but his bladder had other ideas. Blaine slowly stood up trying not to wake Kurt up. Yes, he would love for him to wake up so they could talk. He hated that he was losing even a second of their time together to sleep. Still, since he didn't know what was going to happen when Kurt finally opened those beautiful eyes, whether he would be able to stay or say he had to leave, Blaine selfishly let him sleep. At least that way he could still see him.

Blaine went to the restroom and then went into the living area and pulled out his laptop. He sent his mom and dad a quick email. He didn't get to see them as often as he would like to, between living in California and seeming to always be on tour or in the studio and he missed them. He didn't have much time for himself let alone his family.

Blaine loved what he did. He enjoyed creating his music and singing on stage. He just really hated touring and that constant feeling of being alone. Having Sam and Tina with him helped, but it just wasn't the same as having someone with him.

Hitting send on the email to his parents, Blaine next pulled up his tour schedule, wondering how many more stops they had left on their European tour, and when he could finally go home. He was so ready for it to be over with. He was scheduled for two concerts each in Geneva, Switzerland and Berlin, Germany, one in Rome, Italy and then there would be a three-day break before the last show in Québec City, Canada. After that, he would be heading back to California and getting with his management team to see what was next. If everything went the way Blaine hoped it would, this would be his last tour for a long time, if not for good. Four years was enough.

He then looked at the local news outlets, smiling at the pictures that had been taken of him and Kurt. He saved them to a secret folder on his hard drive that only he has access to. This is where he had saved all the pictures they had taken together at Dalton and McKinley. Blaine then quickly updated his Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook pages. He tried to do it every day. Blaine had a lot of fans, and he always tried to give them what they wanted, which was a little glimpse into his personal life. He knew he wouldn't be where he was today without them.

Before closing the lid on the laptop, he looked at the clock display. It was now 6:30 am Paris time, and if Kurt was still on the same schedule he had always been when they were still together, he should be waking up in about thirty minutes. Blaine stood up and stretched his hands above his head, and then walked over and picked up the phone to dial the number for the concierge desk

"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. What can I help you with?" a polite female voice answered the phone with a thick French accent.

"Yes, ma'am. I was hoping to order breakfast this morning, if possible," Blaine answered.

"Yes, sir. What would you like? " she responded back.

Blaine looked at the room service menu that had been left in his room. He usually didn't take time for breakfast, but today was special. He wanted to share everything with Kurt that they used to, starting with breakfast.

Thinking back to the summers they spent together, Blaine had always wanted to spoil Kurt by making him breakfast in bed. He would wake up early on Saturday morning, slip down to the Hummel's kitchen and make Kurt strawberry crepes. Blaine had lost track of how many times in his kitchen at home he had practiced making them until they came out perfect before making them for Kurt the first time. He had always wanted everything to be perfect for him.

"Well, I need two orders of your Strawberry Blintzes topped with whipped cream, some fresh fruit, and some croissants. Also, would it be possible to get a medium drip and a non-fat mocha, please?" Blaine asked, closing the menu.

"Yes, sir. We can have that up to you in a few minutes. Is there any particular way you would like your medium drip, sir?" the concierge asked.

"Actually, yes. If possible, can you add a little cream and a shake of cinnamon on it?" Blaine asked with a smile. It had been a long time since he had had his coffee that way. He thinks the last time had been with Kurt at the Lima Bean. He had just stopped drinking it that way, not really sure why.

After ordering breakfast, Blaine reached into his old Dalton messenger bag and pulled out his glasses. Putting them on, he took out his notebook and pen, inspired to write. Usually when he woke up, he would pull out his old guitar and work on his music. This morning since he didn't want to wake Kurt up, he just started writing down words that were running around in his head.

I need to get with my manager when this tour is over and see how much longer I had in this contract, he thought with a sigh. Blaine was tired of touring and tired of going from city to city day after day. He would love just to be able to do what he wanted to do didn't think it was too much to ask to just be himself, not what others thought he should be.

Blaine was so lost in his writing he hadn't realized how much time had slipped by until he heard a knock on his motel room door. He opened it and smiled at the waiter who pushed the breakfast cart into the room. He pulled some bills out of his wallet, handing them to him with another smile and wishing now he had taken French in school. Kurt used to try to push him to pick that language, but Blaine had always been fascinated with Latin and had opted to go that route. Unfortunately, he never really got a chance to use it.

Waiting for Kurt to wake up, Blaine got lost in his music again, letting the words flow through him. This is the one thing about his life that he loved. He loved creating music, taking just a bunch of different words, stringing them together and creating magic. He had always been able to get lost in the music, even back in high school. Kurt had always given him so much inspiration. He would stare into the beautiful face of the boy he loved and music would just happen.

He had never had a lack of inspiration until the last year Kurt and he were together. it was as if his muse had left him when Kurt did and it had taken him a long time to get that back. It had taken him so very long to get past the pain, the loss, and the feelings buried deep inside himself that he had just not been good enough. To him, Kurt had always been this beacon of light that could light up the world and he had always wondered how long it would take Kurt to realize he could do better than him. Blaine had always prayed it would never happen, and then it did.

Blaine had had to rebuild himself after Kurt left. He had to learn to create his own space that Kurt wasn't the center of and that had been the hardest part and had taken the longest to get used to. Blaine's world had revolved around Kurt for as long as he could remember. Their lives together had begun and ended with Teenage Dream. Sitting there even now five years later, he couldn't shake the pain he felt from their last year together.

Both had made so many mistakes and caused each other so much pain. Sitting there, he realized that the only thing that been missing in his life was asleep in his bed in the other room, but was still no closer than has been the last five years. With a deep sigh, Blaine stood up and stretched. Man, when did his thoughts get so maudlin? He was just about to sit back down and work on his song again to keep his mind focused when he heard the bedroom door open. Blaine turned around, and just like the first time he had ever laid eyes on the man in front of him, he felt like he had been kicked in the gut, and lost his breath. He could do nothing but stare at him.

"Hi," Kurt said, looking at Blaine with a shy smile.

"Hi," Blaine said softly, looking him in the eyes before walking over to him and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Are you hungry? I ordered breakfast," Blaine said, looking at Kurt. He was wondering why all of a sudden, it was hard to talk to Kurt. Kurt had always been the person he could talk to, the person he could say anything to, and now he felt hesitant.

"Yes, I am," Kurt said, following Blaine over to the little table and chairs. He sat down, and just like last night, Blaine served him. This is something Kurt had missed, the feeling of being cared for and loved. Blaine had always wanted to do everything he could for Kurt. Taking a sip of his coffee he could do nothing but smile.

"You remembered," Kurt said with a little shock in his voice.

"Of course, I did. I ordered that same drink for you almost every day for three years. How could I forget?" Blaine asked, staring at Kurt. He was wondering for the hundredth time how Kurt didn't know just how important he had been in Blaine's life and how he could never forget anything about him.

Kurt took a bite of his Blintzes and sighed. They reminded him of the crepes Blaine used to make for him. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the memories. Before Blaine had transferred to McKinley, he would spend the weekends at the Hummel's so he wouldn't have to drive so far. Blaine had always gotten up and cooked crepes for Kurt. These Blintzes took Kurt home.

"So, what are you doing today?" Kurt asked Blaine, not looking up or at Blaine, afraid of what he might see.

"Not sure other than around 5:30-ish I have to head to the concert hall. We have a meet and greet scheduled. Normally we do that after the show, but our flight is leaving a little earlier than normal, so we are doing it this afternoon instead. After that, we will do a run-through of the songs we will be doing tonight," Blaine answered, eating the last bite of strawberry off of his plate. So happy to be this close to Kurt again.

"Where will you be heading out to next?" Kurt asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He felt so shocked that Blaine had remembered what he liked. Kurt had always figured Blaine would have happily forgotten anything having to do with him. Especially after everything he had done, all the pain he had caused him.

"After the concert tonight we head to Geneva, Switzerland. We have two concerts scheduled there. Surprisingly, that makes things easier and it gives me a little breathing space before having to board another plane. Plus I get a little more time to explore. We performed in Dublin last year. By the time we landed, and because of the time the concert had been scheduled for, I only had an hour to explore before I had to go to the concert hall. It sucked so much. You know how much I have always wanted to go to Dublin," Blaine said with a little pout, and then he realized what he had said. Like Kurt was going to remember Blaine's fascination with Dublin. How going there had been on his bucket list, like going to Paris had been on Kurt's.

Blaine had forgotten that even though Kurt had been his world, he had not necessarily been Kurt's. He can still remember all of Kurt's dreams. They had been talking about everything they hoped to do together after they graduated for so long, how could he not? Everything they wanted to do and the different places they wanted to go "after they were done with Broadway, of course."

The summer between Kurt leaving Dalton and Blaine transferring to McKinley they had spent hours making their list. Blaine even still had it on his phone. Every time he would do something either Kurt or himself had added to the list, he would smile a sad little smile. He had never marked a single thing off his list though, because even though he might have done it, Blaine might have gone there, he hadn't done it with Kurt by his side.

"You'll just have to go back then," Kurt said softly, not looking at Blaine. He had seen the pout and then heard how the cadence in Blaine's voice had changed. Kurt can still remember how Blaine used to go on and on about the different things he wanted to explore when "they" went to Ireland together. He had always gotten this far off look in his eyes when he talked about it. Almost like it was some kind of fairy tale land to explore.

Blaine just looked at Kurt, noticing how he wouldn't look at him. He absolutely hated the distance between them. They were right in front of each other but could have been miles apart. Blaine hated that he felt like he had to be careful with every word he spoke. They used to be able just to talk, to be them. He didn't know what they were now, and he hated it.

"Yeah, I guess I will," Blaine said softly, taking the last sip of his coffee and standing up. "If you will excuse me a minute, I need to go change clothes."

Blaine had to leave the room. He had to walk away because he suddenly couldn't breathe. How could everything feel so right and so wrong at the same time? His Kurt was right there in the room with him for the first time in four years, and he felt like he was walking on eggshells around him. It had never been like that before. That was one of the things he had loved most about their relationship. They had always been able to talk to each other about anything, and never had to worry about it. Now everything just felt off.

When he finally walked back into the living area, he noticed that Kurt had stood up and was putting his jacket on, he was about to walk out of his life again.

"Please, don't go," Blaine whispered, tears springing to his eyes. Just like that he was back in Central Park, watching as Kurt walked away from him. How many times could a person's heart break and be able to survive it?

"I just thought it would be better," Kurt whispered back, with tears running down his cheek.

"How could it be better, Kurt? How could you leaving me ever be better?" Blaine almost yelled.

"You just seemed frustrated. I didn't want to get in your way," Kurt answered back.

"You know, one thing I always loved about us, Kurt? It was that we could talk about anything. We never really had to pick our words carefully," Blaine said softly, walking over to Kurt. "We could just be ourselves around each other. I miss that so much, Kurt. I miss you." Raising his hand, he placed it on Kurt's cheek rubbing his thumb slowly back and forth across his cheek, never looking away, getting lost in those eyes all over again.

"I miss that too," Kurt whispered back staring into Blaine's eyes, feeling so at home again.

"Stay with me, Kurt," Blaine said before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Kurt's lips, feeling that zing he always felt when they kissed. Loving the fact that it was still very much there. "Spend the day with me, please."

"Ok," Kurt whispered back, stepping a little closer, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck before kissing Blaine. Oh, how he had missed this feeling. Feeling like he was where he was meant to be.

"Ok, really?" Blaine said with a smile spreading across his face, beyond excited.

"Yes, really," Kurt said, laughing at Blaine's excitement. He had missed watching Blaine when something happened that made him happy, how he almost bounced. "I do need to stop by my room and take a shower and change clothes if that is ok," Kurt said, looking at Blaine.

"Oh, we can definitely do that," Blaine said, laughing before picking up his phone and wallet. He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him out the door, not wanting to give him time to change his mind.

They got a cab when they walked out of the door, and Kurt told the driver the name of the motel he was staying at. While Kurt was in the shower, Blaine pulled out his phone and opened up his list and marked off: Trip to Paris. Even though they hadn't technically come here together, they were together now. He quickly looked through the list, trying to figure out how much they could get done off the list before he had to go back and get ready for the concert.

The first thing he saw made him smile. Not because of what it was, but because Kurt had added two hearts after it: The love bridge Pont des Arts. It was the footbridge that crossed the Seine where millions of padlocks had been placed for years. Kurt had wanted to come to Paris and attach a lock with their names on it. They might not be able to do that, but they could at least go and see the bridge. Look at all the padlocks and then spend a little time at the Louvre. He didn't know how much time they would have after that, but they would just go from there.

Blaine also contacted the driver that had been set up for his use. He wanted to surprise Kurt by where they were going. He didn't want to get in a cab and tell the driver where to go, he wanted the driver just to take them. With a smile on his face, he talked to the driver, explained where he was, what he wanted, and sat back and waited for Kurt.

With a smile on his face, he thinks back to all the times he had waited on Kurt when he was picking him up to drive with him to school, or when they were going on a date. To Blaine, that had always been one of his favorite things. Watching Kurt come down the stairs, seeing what outfit he had come up with that day. Today, Kurt didn't disappoint. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans that left Blaine's mouth-watering, and a light blue button-down shirt that almost matched the color of Kurt's eyes. He could do nothing but stare at him.

"Wow," was all Blaine could say with a soft smile on his face.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered, feeling as his face flooded with color. No one but Blaine had ever made him blush so much.

"You ready?" Blaine was finally able to ask.

"Yeah, let's go," Kurt said, smiling as Blaine reached down and took his hand, guiding him towards the door of his motel room and then over to the elevator.

"Give me a minute, and I will stop by the concierge desk and ask for a cab to be called. It can take a while, most of the time, if you don't," Kurt said, starting to pull away.

"There is no need, we have a car here," Blaine said, looking over at Kurt, before sliding his dark glasses back in place.

Outside waiting for them was a town car and driver. When they got close to the vehicle, the driver opened the door for them. "Mr. Anderson, I think I have everything you requested," he said, handing Blaine a brown paper bag while Kurt slid into the car.

With a smile on his face, Blaine took the bag and said, "Thank you," before following Kurt in the car.

"What are you smiling about?" Kurt asked laughing, loving the look of happiness he saw on Blaine's face.

"Oh, nothing, " Blaine said, leaning over and placing a kiss on Kurt's cheek before he could stop himself. The driver got behind the wheel, and they were soon on their way. Blaine could do nothing but smile, watching as Kurt realized where they were going.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, looking from Blaine to where they just pulled up and back at Blaine.

Blaine opened up the bag he was holding and pulled out a padlock and a black sharpie marker. "I know it isn't engraved the way you always said you wanted it to be, but I figured for now this will work," Blaine said, looking down at his hands, all of a sudden not sure anymore.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, putting his hands on either side of Blaine's face, the way Blaine had done to him hundreds of times before. "It's perfect," Kurt said softly, looking at the lock, feeling as the tears flooded into his eyes. How could he have ever thought he meant nothing to Blaine when he did something like this for him.

Before stepping out of the car, Kurt carefully wrote their names and the date on the front of the lock, and then 'I love you' on the back. Stepping out of the car together, they walked across the bridge until they found the perfect place to hang it. Kurt used the key to open the lock and then fastened it to the bridge. And just like millions of people in the past had done, Kurt threw the key away in a nearby trash can, knowing he would never need that key again because he would never want that lock removed.

"I love you, so much," Kurt said through his tears, reaching out to Blaine and pulling him to him, kissing him with everything he had.

"I love you, too," Blaine said between kisses. He had loved Kurt since he was sixteen years old. Blaine had been the first one of them to say those three words and had been the last one to say them as well, but at that moment, he knew that he never meant them more.

They spent the next five hours walking around Paris, enjoying the time they had together, laughing and talking about anything that entered their minds. The duo stopped at a street vendor to grab something for lunch and then continued their walk until with a sigh, Blaine realized it was time for him to head back to his motel to start getting ready for his show tonight. He wasn't prepared for this day to end. They still had so much they needed to talk about, so much they still needed to figure out.

They met the driver at the prearranged place and headed back to Blaine's hotel. He hadn't let go of Kurt's hand more than a couple of times all day long, and he wasn't looking forward to when he had too.

"Do you want to go upstairs with me and order something for dinner before it's time to head to the concert hall?" Blaine asked questioningly. He wanted Kurt to stay with him but wanted to make sure that Kurt wanted to be with him.

"I would love to," Kurt said, smiling when he saw the happy expression that crossed Blaine's face.

When they got to the room, Blaine handed Kurt the room service menu and told him to decide on what he wanted while he went and changed for tonight. Kurt was still looking at the menu when Blaine walked back out. Kurt looked up, and his mouth dropped. He was used to Blaine, the way he used to dress. The boy he had loved from the moment he saw him at Dalton, but the man standing in front of him was so different.

Blaine had slipped on a pair of skin-tight blue jeans that had both knees ripped out, leaving nothing but the strings attached, and a skin-tight black t-shirt. That wasn't what got to him, though, because Blaine had outlined his eyes with dark black eyeliner that made his eyes pop and seem so much brighter.

When Kurt had walked into Blaine's dressing room the night before, Blaine had already cleaned his face and changed clothes. Kurt couldn't begin to tell you what Blaine had had on the night before because he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of his face. But standing there now looking at Blaine, he was lost. How could he ever hope the Blaine standing in front of him now, could be interested in him. It made him almost want to cry. He had gotten his hopes up that they could make it, but why would this Blaine want him when he could have anyone he wanted.

"Kurt, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Blaine asked walking up to Kurt and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close. Kurt wouldn't look at him, so Blaine put his index finger under Kurt's chin and gently pushed up until Kurt looked at him.

"It's nothing Blaine, nothing is wrong," Kurt whispered.

"Kurt, you know I was always able to tell when you weren't telling me something. What's going on?" Blaine asked, looking at him concerned.

"It's nothing Blaine. Seriously, nothing's wrong except I am starving all of a sudden," Kurt said smiling at Blaine. He had always been a good actor, even though he hadn't acted since high school.

"Are you sure, Kurt?" Blaine asked, still feeling like something was off, but not wanting to push Kurt away by keep asking him.

"I'm positive, now feed me," Kurt said, laughing, and he felt a little better as he saw the smile spread across Blaine's face.

When their dinner was delivered, they both sat down on the couch to eat instead of at the table. Kurt and Blaine both decided on club sandwiches, chips, and diet coke, so they just got comfortable sitting close together and talking like they used too, laughing and enjoying themselves. Before long, though, they were talking about their last year together, the laughter died and the smiles disappeared. Blaine hadn't wanted to get into this tonight. They had such little time with each other left, but they both knew it was needed. If they had any hope of building a future with each other, they had to fix their past.

Kurt was the first to speak, because, to him, he was the biggest cause of what had happened between them. It had taken him a while to face what he had done and accept the blame for the decisions he had made. He just hoped by talking they could fix what was wrong.

"Blaine, I owe you an apology. When I talked to you, and told you why I started dating Adam when you first came to New York, I thought the reason I gave you was the real one. I know what I said hurt you, and I am sorry for that, I am. There was more to it, though. I know what I told you as to why I did what I did, and in my head I really thought that was why." He took a calming breath before continuing. "When I moved to London, I was really depressed. I missed you so much, and I knew it was my fault because I had destroyed us. I went and talked to a therapist. She helped me see the real reason. I told her all about you, how we met, how you were this amazing person, and through therapy, I learned that I never felt like I was good enough for you, that you were just settling for me." Tears were now falling down his face. Kurt was determined to talk about this though, so with another fortifying breath, he continued.

"I know you always said you loved me, and part of me believed you, but the other part couldn't see why you would want me. I was nothing. I just knew in my heart that when you got to New York, you would find all these other people who would show you what you were missing by being with me. That you could do so much better. Instead of waiting for you to realize you were making a mistake by being with me, I did what I did. I hurt you, and I will never forgive myself for that," Kurt said, breaking down with tears streaming down his face.

Blaine stood up, looking at him. "Not good enough for me, Kurt? Not good enough? Don't you realize you were my world, my reason to breathe? I always felt like I wasn't good enough for you. That is why I was so scared of you going to New York without me. I just knew you were going to realize what you had been missing being with me. I knew you were going to wake up one morning and realize I wasn't what you thought I was. You were going to figure out that you didn't need me anymore and that I was just your stupid high school boyfriend, the person you had had to settle for." Blaine calmed himself down some and went to kneel in front of Kurt.

"I know I went out with Adam a few times, but that never amounted to anything because he wasn't you. I went two years before I asked anyone out again. I met someone at one of my concerts and took him out the next day. I kissed him goodbye and broke down on the way back to the motel. Even though you and I had been broken up for two years, you were still the only person I was ever supposed to kiss. I waited another six months before I asked Bradon out. We dated almost a year, he lived with me even, but he broke up with me because I couldn't have sex with him. Once again, that was something I wasn't supposed to do with anyone but you. Matt and I broke up right before this tour started. I had cared about him, but not enough to care when he left. I know that sounds shitty, but that is how I felt." Blaine made sure Kurt was looking at him in the eyes. This was important and Kurt needed to see that Blaine meant every word he was about to say.

"What I am really trying to say, is every person I have ever gone out with hasn't worked out because, Kurt, they weren't you. I compared everyone to you. The way you laughed, the way you carried yourself. You were my everything. How could you possibly think you weren't good enough for me?" Blaine said, staring at Kurt, tears running down his face.

"What did I ever do to make you feel like that, Kurt? I thought you knew how much I loved and needed you. I would have given you everything. I would have given my life for you," Blaine whispered, now completely falling apart. He stood up, turned his back on Kurt and walked to the balcony so he could get some air. It felt like all the air in the room had been sucked out, leaving nothing behind.

"You didn't do anything, Blaine, you really didn't. It was me; it was always me. You always treated me like I was the most precious thing in your life. You gave me more love than I deserved," Kurt said, walking up behind him. "I thought back to high school, back to when I was texting Chandler. In a way, I think my issues might have started there. I know why you pulled away from me those few weeks, I do. You were trying to prepare yourself for when I wouldn't be around anymore, but in the back of my mind, I think I thought that you were doing that because you wanted to be with Sebastian. He was so much more on your level than I was. You guys had the same kind of background, and you two seemed to have so much more in common than we ever could." Admitting his mistakes hurt. They didn't hurt as bad as losing Blaine had though, and he wanted to lay everything out on the table.

"I think I texted Chandler to see what you would do, to see if you would use it as an excuse to break up with me so that you could be with Sebastian. How juvenile is that? Then I had to see your face when you were looking at my phone, how hurt and devastated you looked. I had to hear you sing that song in glee, and I saw then what I had done to you. And I thought ok, he does love me, I am the person he wants to be with. Then the doubts crept back in the minute I hit New York, and you weren't there." His stupidity and childishness was being laid bare, there for Blaine and the universe to see. It felt refreshing and terrible all at the same time.

"I didn't know what to do or how to handle things, so I pushed you away. I stopped taking your calls and started hanging out with Adam. Blaine, I am so, so sorry. I can never fully express how sorry I really am. When you showed up at my door and told me you had cheated, it was like I got my validation for going out with Adam. You had been with someone else. Therefore, it couldn't be me you really wanted. I had been right to start dating someone else, that way I wouldn't be alone," Kurt said, leaning on the railing around Blaine's balcony.

"Can I ask, did you really not sleep with Adam? When he talked about you, he told me that you were high maintenance, but at least you were good in bed," Blaine said looking at him with a sad look on his face.

"Blaine, I can honestly tell you that you are the last person I have been with, the only person I have ever been with. Me and Adam went out, we messed around, but that was it. Like I told you at NYADA that day, I might have done some things I am not proud of, but I have never lied to you. I never slept with him. I couldn't, I just couldn't. You were my world too Blaine. I don't know how everything got so out of control, I just felt so very lost," Kurt whispered. "Can you ever forgive me for everything I did."

"Kurt, I forgave you a long time ago. Your last day at NYADA when you told me goodbye, I stood there for a few minutes, thinking about what that goodbye meant. I didn't want you to go. I ran after you. I checked every class I thought you would be in, and I didn't find you. I ran to your apartment. Rachel answered and told me I had missed you that your plane should have left ten minutes before that." Blaine was panting, remembering that day like it was yesterday. He remembered the pain and the determination he had felt as he ran all over the city trying to find his one and only love.

"I tried calling you, only to find out you had disconnected your number the day before. Rachel finally told me that you had had your phone disconnected because you knew you would need to get a new number when you got to London anyway. I begged her to give me your new number when she got it, and she told me she couldn't, that you had told her not to. Kurt I begged everyone that I thought might have your new number to give it to me, I just needed to talk to you. I needed you to come back to me, to be with me like we used to be. I even went as far as to call Burt. Everyone told me the same thing that Rachel did, that you had made them promise not to give it to me. God, I was so hurt by that Kurt. Beyond being my boyfriend, you were my best friend and you didn't even want to talk to me anymore. I even sent you a letter to the school you said you were going to be going to, only to have it returned with 'Student Unknown' written on the outside." Blaine had started to calm down from the panic he had phantomly felt at retelling how he had searched for Kurt and been told he no longer wanted anything to do with him.

"You were gone out of my life, and I just needed you back. I didn't care if it was only just as a friend. I needed you in my life, but I faced dead end after dead end everywhere I turned. I finally gave up, and tried to move on," Blaine said looking at Kurt.

"I'm sorry about that, Blaine. I thought it would be easier to face a world without you if I could convince myself you didn't call me because you didn't have my number instead of you just not wanting me anymore. I was given that letter right after I got to school, but I was too afraid to open it. Afraid of what it might say, so I had the secretary of the school write that I wasn't there, and send it back to you," Kurt said, looking out over the railing again, not able to look at Blaine.

"In what world would I ever not want you? Even when I was mad at you, I still wanted you. I needed you more than I wanted you, and you were just gone. I have never felt so lost in my life. I know I made mistakes, too. I pushed you away, because hearing you had cheated on me hurt so bad, but then it hit me, I had done the same thing. It didn't matter who cheated first, we were both guilty, and it took me way too long to realize that. I hope you can forgive me," Blaine said, never meaning it more.

"Blaine, I forgave you long ago. As you said, we both messed up and made mistakes. I let my insecurities in your love for me make me do so many things I regret," Kurt said, looking at him.

"Now what do we do, Kurt? Where do we go from here? I can't go back to a life without you in it in some form, even if I have to settle for you just being my friend," Blaine said looking at Kurt. He needed him to know how serious he was

"Do you mean that Blaine? Do you really mean that? Because I want everything, I just don't know how to make this work. You're on tour right now and I live in London," Kurt said, starting to feel hope for the first time in five years.

"I think if we try hard, we can make it work. I want everything with you too Kurt. I would settle for being your friend if that is all I can get, but I want so much more, I want you," Blaine said, whispering pulling Kurt into his arms, holding him tightly, kissing him the way he had wanted since he saw him in the audience last night.

A knock on the door brought Blaine back to reality. Well his reality, looking down at his watch, and he saw, it was already 5:15. "Shit, I need to leave for the concert hall in like fifteen minutes. We need to go over our set for tonight," Blaine said walking away from Kurt, to answer the door.

"Are you ready to go, Blainey?" Sam asked with a grin, walking in the room, stopping when he saw Kurt standing on the balcony. "Oh… wow. Kurt… good to see you, dude."

Kurt could tell by looking at Sam he didn't feel like that. He knew that Sam and Tina weren't happy with him. The last time he had gone home to Lima, he ran into Santana, and she had gone off on him. She had finally cooled off but warned him not to expect a friendly welcome from Sam and Tina. They were both still mad about the break up and what he had done to Blaine in New York.

"Hi, Sam. It's good to see you too," Kurt said, looking at him. They used to be friends, way back when. "Blaine, I guess I need to head out. It was really good catching up with you again," Kurt said softly, walking past Sam and heading to the door.

"Kurt… Please don't go. Sam, I will meet you in the limo in ten minutes, let me grab a few things and I will see you downstairs ok," Blaine said, looking at Sam. He was grateful to Sam for always being there for him, but he wasn't ready to lose Kurt yet.

"Ok, see you downstairs in ten," Sam said, looking at Kurt shaking his head before walking out the door.

"Blaine, I need to go, you have a concert to get to, and I know you have things you need to do," Kurt said, looking at Blaine, so not ready to leave.

"Please, come with me. I have to rehearse the songs we are going to do tonight, but usually, there are thirty minutes between rehearsal and when the concert starts. Plus, there is the opening act that normally plays for at least thirty minutes before I go on. Please come to the concert with me. You can be backstage, and we can talk. I don't want you to walk out of my life again, Kurt. I need you in it. Please," Blaine said, not afraid to beg for something that was this important.

"Ok, I'll go with you. We do still need to figure us out," Kurt said with a smile on his face looking at Blaine.

"Thank you," Blaine said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Kurt's lips, before turning around, bouncing into the bedroom to grab his guitar, phone, and keys, he then grabbed Kurt's hand as he walked back towards the door. Usually, when the last concert at a location was finished, Blaine was ready to head out to the next venue, but not this time. This time he was where he so needed to be. Tonight was going to be the best night of his life…

A/N: In June of 2014, part of the Pont des Arts bridge had to be closed when one of its metal grills collapsed, lugged down by the locks. In May of 2015, the city council decided to remove all of the padlocks (45 tons in total) and install panels to prevent people from fixing new ones. In my story, they are still there, of course, because that just seemed like something Kurt would have had on his bucket list, and it was a wish Blaine would help him fulfill.