A/N: So at first I started writing this next chapter and everything just happened really fast, so I switched it up, and let it be known they will not officially be together for a bit because they need to learn to 'trust' each other. And it got really sappy. And you know that's never good. But I still kept it that way.

Any who! Hpgleekwithatardis (love the name by the way) and sharion 69, you two are just totally awesome and Im taking you both to Winnipig, okay? OKAY.

By the way, if youre on tumblr, so am I, Ive had it about two years now so you can add me, it's the same name 'dwimmer-crafty.'

P.S.- The Mary character is me. Cause I am the person of friendliness and advice.

And here goes nothing! I give you, Chapter 3 of Love that Man.

"Kurt, can we talk?" he mumbled into my neck. His cool breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"S-sure, we c-can Bla-aine."

He took me by the hand, wow, even after all this time, his hand still fits perfectly into mine.

"Blaine, where the hell are you going? And who is this?" The girl, Mary questioned, but it looks like she already knows who I am. I wouldn't doubt that the girl hated me.

She was a bit taller than Blaine. She had dirty blonde hair, with bright green eyes. And might I say that her outfit was absolutely terrific and her make up wa- "I'll meet you back at our place later, alright," Blaine stated.

"Anderson," she stopped in front of us and Blaine let go of my hand, and she look at me with sadness in her eyes and then turned her attention back to Blaine and pulled him into a hug, "don't do anything stupid that'll you'll regret," she whispered.

He then turned to me, his eyes looking like they were filled of hope, "I wont Frankie," what the fuck, I thought her name was Mary, "I promise," then kissed her on the cheek.

Can I get one of those too, I thought hoping that Blaine could read my mind, but apparently not.

Blaine then took me by the hand once again and pulled me out of the café. He dropped my hand and I slightly whimpered at the lost of contact. He walked ahead of me, damn his ass looks real- BAD KURT, this is your ex-lover/boyfriend/best friend, and I guessed that he was hoping that I would follow and I did of course.

God, he looks so amazing in the moonlight … dammit, I sound like a huge sappy sap.

We kept walking, and neither one of us dared to speak and I know that I didn't because I most likely would end up in tears if I even bothered trying.

Next thing I knew, we were at some park and we had been walking for at least 20 minutes. I kept following, when we came across a bench and Blaine turned around to look at as if he was asking me to sit. So I did. He then sat beside me, though a good distance away. He looks so hurt, and I caused this, why did I have to be so stupid.

"Why," he asks all the sudden, while Im doing my best to hold back the tears that I threatening to crawl down my face, "why did you … just why? Can you tell me why you left? Cause if Im remembering correctly, we were- well everything was perfect and- and I don't know what happened." Blaine looked at me, shit, the puppy dog eyes.

"I-I don't know. I thought that it-it was for the b-b-best," tears went down my cheek and I sobbed.

"Yes you do Kurt! Otherwise you wouldn't have left me to begin with! I mean, you act like you didn't give two shits about me!" He started breathing heavly, please don't slap me, please don't slap me.

"Do you know that because I was so hurt, that I didn't end up going to law school? Instead, Ive been living here in New York, hoping that I could find you, but I … I gave up. Did you know, that everyday since, Ive been thinking about you every god damn fucking day? About how you are and what became of you after you left?"

Blaine was now letting tears fall from his eyes too, "and I couldn't believe that it happened because I thought that I did something wrong and I felt, … I felt alone. And it probably doesn't matter anymore, youre probably even married to some great guy, but you just," he let out a long breathe and closed his eyes, "you just need to know that after all these years, after four-fucking-years, Im still, very much, in love with one Kurt Hummel."

He looks so hopeful, so proud. I love you Blaine, my mind screamed, I love you so much.

"Kurt, p-please say something."

Even though I knew I could barely speak, I did what I thought best and took his hand and squeezed it lightly and tried smiling and said, "I love you, and Im sorry for what I-Blaine?"

He had gotten up and walked away from the bench, and he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, "what do you want, Kurt?" "You, please," I whispered to myself, but he heard me. "I wish I could say the same lo-Kurt, but Ive changed and so have you and. And I just-"

"Blaine, give me your phone," I demanded. "What?"

"Hand it over," and he took out his phone and slowly handed it over to me. I put in my number and then gave him a sad smile and walked away. As I reached the entrance to the park, I pulled my phone out and sent, "I love you and I know you might never be able to forgive me after all the horrible things I put you through, but Im asking for a second chance. Even if it means us being friends, I know that I just need you back in my life."

Even though it pained me to write 'us being friends,' I did it anyways, because I was still not very clear how Blaine was reacting by this point. My phone buzzed instantly.

"Fine, but only because I miss you so damn much."