So sorry this took so long to post! i have been trying for weeks to work out how to write the ending and wanted to finish it in word before I posted again. Which i have now done. so here is the next chapter, may be the penultimate one, don't know yet, depends if I decided to break up the last one into two or not. Hope you enjoy it!
Kurt removed his hands from Blaine's shoulders and made his way back into Blaine's bed room; he'd seen something earlier when he was looking for a t-shirt. He opened Blaine's closet doors and rummaged through the things on the floor he found the sleek leather case and picked it up, it was terribly dusty from not being used in so long. He thought for a moment before half smirking and dragged his finger through the dust writing a single word. He quickly changed back into his clothes from last night before exiting the room.
He carried the case back into the lounge and saw Blaine stood with his back to him, the same spot he'd left him in.
"Blaine. Turn around." He said in a strong but kind voice. Blaine bowed his head and turned slowly, he looked up at Kurt and upon seeing what was in his hands he leapt back.
"What the hell are you doing with that? Get it away from me!" He said half shouting.
"You need the music Blaine; this is what is going to save you!"
"It won't, I can't play anymore."
"Yes you can, you just won't because of the memory of your friend. But what do you think Wes would say now if he saw you refusing to play? He'd be furious! And you know it." Kurt said stepping towards him. "You owe it to him Blaine, you owe it to your best friend and you owe it to yourself!" Kurt placed the guitar case on the coffee table.
"I am going to go home now. You need time and space on your own. I will call David when I leave here and tell him to tell your boss you will be off work for the next couple of weeks."
"I can't just take time off Kurt. And you can't come back in here and tell me what to do."
"Oh yes I frigging well can, and I am. I'm the only one who can tell you what to do! And I know what is going to help you. I love you Blaine, I always have and I always will. But we're not seventeen anymore and you need to sort your fucking life out!"
With that Kurt turned around and left shutting the door behind him. Once in the lift he fell against the mirrored wall and closed his eyes, hoping that he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Back in the apartment Blaine stood staring at the leather case in front of him, he hadn't seen it since the day he moved in two years ago. He thought back over the many years that had passed since he last played, he thought about Wes and what he would do if he could see him now, in the back of his head he heard the faint memory of a gavel being slammed against a desk and chuckled to himself, he knew exactly what his old friend would have said and knew he'd be right, and Kurt was right.
He was a mess and needed to sort himself out, before anything else could happen, he needed to fix himself. As he walked towards the leather case on the table he gasped in shock. There on the lid of the case was a single word that hit him harder than anything else.
COURAGE!
Sorry its so short, but I will post the next bit/final bit in the morning if I have time before work, if not will be tomorrow afternoon! :) thanks guys! please R&R