A/N: It's the end everyone! I didn't know if it would happen but it did. I'm actually very happy with how my first fanfic turned out. I hope to write again soon. But anyway, the conclusion! This is mostly a Kurtish point of view, I kept having trouble with that after the last two being Blaine's. I suppose the last fest paragraphs can be considered an epilogue of sorts. But I really wanted those last two lines so they needed to be included. I also wanted to keep Blaine's reaction semi-reasonable. I mean, he thought of the guy as his best friend for years. I hope you all like the last chapter! It's been so much fun; you guys have all been really great. I really do appreciate everyone who reviewed it, you guys rock. Anyway, the end has come, enjoy!/
Kurt shifted in the uncomfortable seat, trying to relieve the pain in his aching back. He'd been cursing these seats for a good 7 hours. He simply decided whoever invented them must be truly sadistic. Then again, he was using the seats as an excuse not to think about other problems.
The show in Paris had kept him busy, the constant flurry of patterns, colors, and models kept him thoroughly distracted. But here, on a 7 hour flight, there was nothing to occupy his mind.
His iPod only worked until a song came up that reminded him of Blaine, and there were a lot. The games on Kurt's phone proved a good distraction, until he remembered that Blaine always begged to play them. Magazines helped keep his mind away for a time, until Kurt realized all of the magazines he'd brought were Vogue, Blaine's favorite.
Sleeping seemed to be the best option, and he was exhausted enough to. He'd caught the early morning flight, after spending the entire night packing away all of his designs after the show. So his head hit the window almost as soon as he boarded the plane.
Kurt woke up about four hours later, his face was red from where it had been pressed to the window and there was an ache in his back. But, he couldn't fall back asleep, so he was stuck trying to entertain himself.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we will now start our descent into New York" The captain's voice spoke to the cabin and Kurt mentally cheered. Until he realized he'd have to face this a lot sooner. What were the chances Blaine wouldn't be there when he got home? Slim, very slim, Blaine would want to talk about this; Kurt had left him that letter.
That letter, why oh why had Kurt done that? Was he really that mentally insane? He could have just ruined their friendship forever. While telling Blaine felt like a fifty pound weight off his chest, another was added at the thought of losing his best friend forever.
Shaking his head to try to drive those thoughts from his head Kurt realized that the plane was at the gate and people were already leaving. There was an extremely annoyed brunette woman in the aisle waiting for him to leave his seat, as it was his row's turn to leave.
Surely Blaine wouldn't hate him? He'd still want to be friends, right? Oh what was he saying? Of course he'd ruined their friendship, what one would expect from telling your best friend something like that. Something like telling them that you love them.
Kurt's fingers tapped impatiently on the edge of baggage claim two, he wanted to get out of here. No matter what, he needed to know what Blaine was thinking. Even if what he was thinking hurt. Finally, his fingers closed around the handle and he hauled it away from the masses of people swarming like vultures to get their own luggage.
It was a short ride back to his flat; he'd gotten a taxi at the airport. Kurt stepped out onto the street, and stood there for a moment before steeling himself. He stepped into the elevator, hitting the button and fisting his hand tightly around his suitcase.
It was only when he was standing in front of the door to his flat, did his confidence disappear. He could take one step through that door and lose a friend forever. But he could also be keeping his friend; Kurt couldn't even dare to hope that Blaine might feel something for him someday. Well, no, there was a small part of him that hoped that.
Closing his eyes, Kurt pushed open the door. The room was only lit by the sun filtering through the downtown buildings and through the window. Kurt opened his eyes searching for Blaine. He spotted him on the couch, his hazel eyes looking up to meet Kurt's.
"Blaine, I'm so sorry. Listen, I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore. You probably hate me. I know Rachel and Finn have an extra room if you feel uncomfortable living with me. I could call the guys to help-" Kurt's rambling was cut off as Blaine raised his hand to silence him.
"I don't hate you Kurt and I don't want to stop being your friend" Blaine raised his hand again when Kurt tried to interrupt "Just listen to me for a minute okay? You've said your piece when you gave me that letter. Now it's my turn to say mine."
Kurt walked silently over and took the seat beside Blaine, folding his hands in front of him. Blaine reached over and lightly placed his own warm calloused hand over Kurt's. The young man's blue-green eyes stayed on their hands instead of looking up at Blaine.
"I don't love you. I need to say that first. That doesn't mean I can't love you nor does it mean I won't. Kurt you just sprang this on me a few days ago and for our entire relationship I've only viewed you as one. Well, there was a chance in the beginning, but I believed you needed a friend more than a boyfriend."
"Back to the point, I thought I was in love with someone else for a long time. One letter and a few days are not going to change me in an instant. I need time to figure this out and try to look at you as something other than a friend. You've been so patient with me Kurt; I just need you to wait a little longer. Wait to see if I can say I love you back."
Kurt sighed and stood up, removing his hands from under Blaine's. He started walking toward his room, only to be stopped by a hand at his wrist. Kurt looked back to find Blaine's hand grabbing firmly at his arm and stopping him from leaving.
"Where do you think you're going Kurt?" Blaine asked raising one of his thick eyebrows. Kurt looked confused for a second before responding.
"You said you needed time, I was going to give you some space. You could probably still use the guest room at Finn's. I know it's not the best but it'd give you somewhere to-"
"Kurt, honestly will you just shut up and let me finish? I said I needed time, not space. I don't want to space myself from you anymore. These past few weeks have been enough isolation for a lifetime"
"What are you talking about?"
"Kurt Hummel, I would like to court you" Blaine stated it evenly, his eyes earnestly staring up at Kurt. Blue-green eyes blinked rapidly, as if trying to decipher if this was a dream. Finally deciding it to be reality, Kurt smirked.
"Seriously Blaine 'court' me? No one uses that term anymore" Kurt laughed. Blaine seemed flustered, as he tried to come up with a response.
"Well what did-"
"I'd love for you to court me Blaine" Kurt interrupted, smiling sweetly as he leaned down to give Blaine a small kiss on the cheek.
"Jerk" Blaine muttered, but he was smiling as he stood up to pull Kurt into a tight hug. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine, and he couldn't tell you how much he missed hugging his best friend. Blaine's hugs were the ones that made you feel warm, protected and safe. They made you want to squeeze him tightly and never let go.
"Umm Kurt? You have to let go now, I have to plan our first date" Blaine said shifting to get out of Kurt's grasp.
"Blaine, you had all week to think about this and you didn't plan for what would happen if your plan would work out?" Kurt asked titling his head to the side and laughing.
"I wasn't sure you would say yes, you did ask me to break your heart" Blaine countered smirking as he walked off to his room.
"I didn't know you were going to do this!" Kurt called as he watched Blaine walk through the door way into his room and he was left out in the living room.
He stood there for a moment before flopping onto the couch and screaming into a pillow like the mature adult that he was. Kurt set the pillow back down and laid back, a wide grin on his face. He heard a noise from the hallway and looked up to find Blaine watching him; apparently he hadn't closed the door to his room yet.
"Smooth" Blaine said with a smirk, dodging the pillow that Kurt tossed at him.
Their first date was a picnic; Blaine had packed all the food and found the perfect spot in a park close to their flat. Their first kiss was on that gray and blue striped blanket, leaning over the mass amounts of food Blaine had packed for them. Their lips met softly, brushing against each other quickly before both retreated, a hint of a blush on both their cheeks.
Blaine procured tickets to a concert for their second date. It was someone relatively unknown, but good none the less. Blaine and Kurt sat near the front, their intertwined fingers sat on top of the table. They leaned over to kiss a couple of times or to talk in the other's ear when the music was too loud. If Kurt's lips brushed the shell of Blaine's ear every time he talked, who was anyone but Blaine to notice?
On date three, the boys decided to stay home and watch movies. It had been a long time thing between them, even if now they were something a little more than friends. Blaine and Kurt cuddled close under the blanket tossed across both of their laps. Though, their eyes seemed to stray from the movie to each other more often than not.
Date number four Blaine took Kurt out to a fancy French restaurant. Both of them were dressed up, Blaine had needed Kurt's help choosing a suitable outfit. The menu was long and Kurt was the only one who could read it, but Blaine didn't mind. They had fun figuring out what the dishes were and Blaine couldn't deny that he loved to hear Kurt speaking French.
They both decided date number five would be at Blaine's next show. Blaine finally convinced Kurt that he needed to sing with them, and the two did a couple of numbers together. After the band was done, Kurt and Blaine sat in the back, drinking and chatting until they were slightly buzzed.
They had been sleeping in their separate rooms up until now. But as they stepped in the door, they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Sloppy kisses and hands pulling at clothes as the pair walked through their apartment. Finally, Kurt grasped the front of Blaine's shirt and pulled him through the doorway of his room shutting the door behind them.
When Kurt blinked his eyes open the next morning it was to find a pair of hazel eyes looking back at him. Blaine had an arm propped under his head and just seemed to be watching Kurt.
"How long have you been awake?" Kurt asked quietly, deciding to break the silence.
"A while" Blaine answered easily. He didn't say anything more for a while and neither did Kurt. They just laid in the comfortable silence, eyes meeting. Eventually their eye contact broke and they each moved their eyes down their lover's body. Hands reached out to trace a vein, splay across muscles or just simply to touch one another's skin.
"I love you" It was soft and Kurt wasn't sure he'd actually heard it until he looked up to meet Blaine's eyes. It was the look he'd always wanted from Blaine, and here it was right in front of him. Kurt must have looked shocked because Blaine chuckled lightly. Realizing he hadn't answered yet, Kurt blushed and said what he'd yet to say out loud.
"I love you too"