A/N: This is the last part! I hope you all enjoy it.

Kurt had gotten cold feet. He stood, back in his room, re-examining himself in the damn mirror, feeling exactly as he had felt before he had gone to talk to Blaine. Stupid. Anxious. Like he wasn't good enough.

And really, here he had gone given Blaine fucking hope, like he could afford any of his dwindling supply, and then snatched it away the next day. But he couldn't make himself drive up the courage again, he just couldn't. He was just so scared.

He stared scared for the next few months.

Throughout these months, Blaine grew sadder. He figured he should be dating some other girls or something to take away the pain, but he couldn't make himself do that. After his realization about Kurt, he didn't really think he was capable of dating anyone else, boy or girl.

God… he made it sound like he was in love with him. That was a useless feeling. Blaine was used to being in love with people who didn't love him back… but he wasn't used to actually thinking they might, for just a second, a split second, and then having his hopes come crashing down again because, oh, it's all exactly like it was before.

And now Blaine had to deal with his dad, who wasn't exactly the best homosexual sympathizer in the world. His dad wasn't so fond of him either… even when he was dating Quinn… those years before that, where it had been a tossup, when his dad was always tracking his progress, whether or not he had a date. Had he shown signs that his dad just wanted to ignore? How would he react when Blaine came out? Blaine knew he loved Kurt now, that evening in the Lima Bean proved it. He had to come out.

So, Blaine went to the only person that knew he was out that he was currently comfortable talking to, Rachel.

Walking into her room was such an explosion of pink that he was momentarily taken aback, like his eyes needed time to adjust to it.

"Rachel… I need your help."

She looked up from her laptop.

"I… I think I need to come out."

She put her laptop aside and stood up.

"How can I help you, Blaine?"

"Can you just… I know dad's not going to take it well… and I don't know how mom's going to take it either… I just need you to be there with me when I do. Please don't leave me alone here."

"Oh, Blaine." She pulled him into a tight hug. "I won't, I'll be there with you."

"Thank you, Rachel," he replied; his voice sounding like it would be overcome by tears in any moment.

After Blaine left her room, Rachel went straight to work. Coming out wasn't going to be easy for Blaine, and it was going to be even harder now that the reason that he was coming out was currently steadily ignoring him like he was Medusa herself.

She called up Quinn, asking to speak to Kurt, and to her surprise, Quinn obliged speedily and put him on the line.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Rachel."

"Rachel? Rachel Quinn's friend? Rachel in Glee Club?"

"This is her in the… well, not flesh, but voice."

"What do you want, Rachel? I barely know you."

"You know Blaine."

The line went silent for a few moments.

"No, wait, please don't hang up!" she said urgently.

"Why? Are you here to lecture me about him? About how I broke his heart, like some kind of heartless asshole?"

"Well, I most certainly could, and the way you're acting right now I really should…"

"-get to the point."

"-but no. Rather, I'm here to beg you to reconsider."

"So basically, lecturing."

"Have you thought about where you want to go to college, Kurt?"

"Why do I need to?"

"Do you like performing?"

"Rachel, I'm not going to join your stupid Glee Club, if that's what you want."

"No, I just want to know. You want to get out of this town, right? Like everyone else here?"

"Yes…"

"You could go to New York. Where they're more accepting. You know," she started singing," concrete jungle where things are made of, there's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York."

"The streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you," Kurt continued, snapping off quietly with a laugh.

"You're really an amazing singer," Rachel said.

"But New York?" Kurt continued. "You have my attention."

"I'm applying to NYADA, the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. Even if you don't want to apply there, there are plenty of other schools in New York where you could go, for the performing arts or otherwise."

"Do you think I could, though? I haven't been in Glee Club, I have no credentials."

"There's still time left, you know. Maybe not this year, but you could always go to community college and get experience there before you set your sights on NYADA or any other school in New York. Or, you don't even have to major in the performing arts. You could still go to New York to pursue a liberal arts education, there are plenty of amazing ones there."

"Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely."

Kurt paused for a few moments, formulating the sneaky suspicions in his head into coherent sentences.

"…This was all to tell me that I have a future, wasn't it? To tell me not to waste my life here doing what I've been doing?"

She laughed.

"Partially, yes. I called because I just wanted you to know that Blaine's planning to come out to our parents soon, and I think we both know it's not going to go so well. He's doing it for you, you know. If he wasn't so sure about you he wouldn't be doing this."

"Sure about me?"

"Are you sure about him?"

"What?"

"Do you think you could love him?"

"Love him…" Kurt repeated softly to himself. "I think I just might… hmmm… love him…"

"Then go tell him that," Rachel told him firmly. "And mean it this time."

She hung up, and Kurt handed Quinn her phone back.

This is all eerily similar to when I told Quinn to tell Blaine she loved him, he thought curiously. And even though it was rocky at first, good things seemed to have come out of that…

So, Kurt, wasting no time, took to his car again with determination in what had to be the millionth time in this short period of time when all this stuff with Blaine started happening, and drove. Quinn had given him the address to Blaine's house, so before he could tell himself not to do it, he drove. And drove. And kept driving until his hands weren't shaking anymore, until his head was clear.

Quickly walking up to the door, he rang the doorbell once and dropped his arms to his sides. He fervently prayed Blaine wouldn't open the door, because he wasn't exactly sure he could do this first thing. Thankfully, it was Rachel's smiling face that greeted him.

"I see you took my advice to heart," she said smugly, not even attempting to hide her brilliant grin.

"I need to talk to Blaine," he said, trying desperately to calm his nerves.

"Come up to his room," she told him, and she led the way. Kurt vaguely noticed through his anxiety that the house was big and full of grandeur, expensive things and pieces that looked like they were trying too hard to be sentimental.

"Blaineeee," Rachel cooed as they got closer to his room, "someone has something to say to you!"

"God, Rachel, what are you doing?" Kurt hissed at her.

Blaine came out, rubbing his eyes quickly. Oh shit, he was crying. What did I do?

"Rachel, I'm really not in the mood for visit-oh." He stopped dead in his tracks, staring opaquely at Kurt.

Kurt willed his eyes to stay on Blaine, even though the thing he most desperately wanted to do was avert them anywhere else, literally anywhere except the dazzling jade of Blaine's eyes, the dazzling tone of it being a little too sad for his tastes right now.

"Kurt has something to say," she repeated, fixing a firm gaze on Kurt.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he replied absentmindedly. "First of all, I just want to say I'm sorry. Again. I know you're probably not going to believe me."

Blaine simply nodded.

"And… and well… I guess I didn't say this at the Lima Bean… but…"

Rachel squeezed his shoulder gently; it was a comforting sense he wasn't used to feeling.

"But I love you," he blurted out, finally ripping his eyes away from Blaine's. He waited uncomfortably in the silence for a few moments, and as Blaine was about to speak again, he cut him off.

"I'm sorry about it, I'm so sorry. I know I've created nothing but problems in your life, and then I promised I would stop, and then I did again, but the truth is, I can't seem to get out of your life, no matter how hard I try to. And I'm graduating this year, going off to college," Blaine smiled at him when he said college, "and now you're forced into coming out because of a person that's going to be off, thousands of miles away from you, and I can't help you with it. So I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. But I love you, and I've tried changing that but I couldn't. I…" he sighed, his momentum slowing down, "I love you."

Beside him Rachel squeezed his shoulder again, but Kurt that was only a peripheral thought in Kurt's mind. He was looking at Blaine, who was looking back at him, and all of a sudden it was like they were back in the days when they were both confused and scared, and then even further back to when they had first met each other, a long time ago in elementary school, and none of this had mattered or would ever matter. Then it was like he was back in the Lima Bean, trying to confess to Blaine his love but failing, all the wrong words coming out of his mouth. He could feel Blaine's fingers underneath his, then intertwined with his, and then the peaceful serenity of them staying like that, just looking at each other with their fingers intertwined and the hope of tomorrow fresh on their chests. And then, finally, he felt the phantom of Blaine's embrace, settling itself all around him, running circles through his veins, until he realized it was real, and Blaine was pressed against his chest and whispering into his ear over and over again, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

And then they wove their fingers together once again, except this time it felt like a solid thing they could trust, and with Rachel at their side and a phantom of Quinn's presence with them too, they marched down to face Blaine's dad.