A/N: This might be a bit long of an author's note, but you need to READ THIS in order to know what is going on exactly. Firstly, you guys make me smile, you're all too kind.

Next, I had a bit of a writer's block, but this chapter is deemed necessary. There won't be an enormous amount of Klaineness, but in order for the story to develop, this had to be done. And I also had to explore the other characters because eventually they will become a big part of the story.

Also, I know that the flash backs are getting a bit too much, I've done one at least every other chapter, but they are also deemed necessary to understand what has gone on the last '4 years.'

And my friend Paola helped me get through the writer's block and she told me to mention her because she eventually will read this and laugh at me. Then my friend Emma told me to put her in the story. So that's why they're both in there.

As always, you are more than welcome to make suggestions.

Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. If it was, there would be nothing but fluffy Klaine, all day, e'eryday.

P.S. - This chapter starts off in Blaine's POV. Then switches to Kurt's POV.

P.S.S- Frankie and Mary are the same person, okay?

P.S.S.S- I'm sorry this is the longest author's note known to man too.

And I now give you Chapter Five in Love that Man.

~Back at Mary's and I's apartment~

Did that really just happen? Did I really just happen to run into the man whom I've loved and he tells me that he loves me too? Why, yes, yes he fucking did!

I was feeling so giddy that I felt like a 5 year on Christmas morning. I couldn't believe my own eyes because I literally thought that they were lying to me! But there he was, in all of his glory, beautiful as ever I might add, the one and only, Kurt Hummel.

And in the spur of a moment, I took him to the place where the world always seemed at ease with me and I thought that I was going to get some type of closure of some sort, but instead, I got his number, with the slight promise of another possible relationship. Sigh.

As I was waiting for the elevator to reopen its doors I remember Shit, knowing Mary though, she might not be too pleased … but, … she would be happy for me right?

I slowly made my way to the door of my apartment, and I really contemplated going inside to face the wrath of a certain young woman, or instead go back out onto to find Kurt. I waited for another moment, before deciding that I might as well face her, the sooner the better, I thought.

I put the key in very quietly, hoping by an off chance that Mary had passed out on the couch waiting for me to get my ass back here. I grabbed the handle and door creaked slightly, shit, please be asleep.

I walked through the door, thinking maybe that I should be tip-toeing in, just in case, and immediately my eyes fell onto the petite blonde girl, who was in the kitchen, leaning her face into the palm and sipping on something that strongly resembled and smelled of coffee. I guess she was really determined to stay awake. Her eyes rose from the cup, and I swear, she might as well be the girl version of Kurt, and gave me evil glare, as if saying, 'cough it up and spill.'

I started walking hesitantly towards her and begun to speak, "Now Frankie, I know what you're thinking." "Anderson," she said coolly, "I can't believe you walked away with complete stranger-," "Kurt."

"So, this stranger now has a name?" Mary questioned, giving me a quizzical look.

"He really isn't a stranger Frankie. Remember a while back when I told you about the guy I proposed to a while back before I came he-" "That's him?" she asked, interrupting me. I lowered my head and nodded, god she's probably disappointed in me. I wouldn't be surprised. But when I looked back at her, she was wearing a sad smile.

"Let me see if I have this right though," she started saying, "you love him, even after all these years, correct?" I nodded again, wondering where this conversation was really headed. "And now," was that a sniffle I just heard? She never cries, or at least not in front of me, "he wants another chance, because he still loves you too after all this time and you know that you still love him b-because he's your first love, right?" she choked out as silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Mary," I said seriously, "what's wrong? Are you thinking about that idiot again? What did I tell you?"

She looked up to me as she wiped away her tears, and she started to laughing, "Ha, you think after two years now, that I wouldn't be doing this. Guess I was wrong," she said, still wiping away the tears.

I knew that when I left Mary alone, she got scared. That's just who she is. She latches onto people because she easily learns to trust them and then when they betray her, she was afraid that she was always in the wrong and then wouldn't bother to mention it to me because in her eyes, she saw herself as a "distraction." Especially after what happened …

~Two years ago~

Mary, or should I say Frankie because of what her lacrosse friends call her on campus, and I had become good friends within the last couple of weeks and she was running low on money a bit, so I offered her to stay with me as long as she needed to.

She was always very kind and sweet, and not once had she ever made a move on me, surprising as that is, especially since that I still hadn't told her that I didn't play for her team. But I think she realized it on her own when I mentioned to her the one night we had a Harry Potter movie night that I would just love to run my hands in Rupert Grint's hair.

It was the end of junior year for the both of us at NYU and with it being the end of the year, which meant our schedules were full of constantly studying for final exams. Mary was out at the campus library at some study group that she signed up for her British Literature class and wouldn't be home till about 9.

I, on the other hand, decided to "study" at home, alone. I honestly believed that I didn't need to study too hard, considering that I work diligently throughout the year and I felt pretty prepared. So instead of actual "studying," I was cooking myself dinner. "Ramen noodles or Chinese leftovers?" I asked myself out loud, eyeing both of my food choices. "What to choose, what to choose, 'to be, or not to be that tis the question, whether it is nobler in the mind' to eat leftover Chinese food," I said as I started chuckling at myself for quote on Hamlet.

I hadn't really cooked in the last couple of months, and I guess you could say that I had gotten pretty lazy, but I think it really had to deal with the fact that I was also constantly aiming to get perfect grades. At least close to perfect, that is.

My cell phone rang out, interrupting my train of thought and before I went to go grab it off the counter, I checked the time, it's almost 10 o'clock? Who the hell would be calling me at this time of night?

I walked over and picked my phone up.

CALLER ID: Mary Franken (mobile) is calling.

Oh of course, Mary probably thought I was worrying about her, since she was supposed to be home about an hour ago! "Hey Mary, where are you my honeybunches?" I smirked into the phone knowing that she would laugh at the pet name, but no laughter followed. Not even a response, well that's weird, I thought.

"If you don't answer, I'm going to hang up," I singsonged, hoping that now there would be some type of response. Still nothing came through the receiver.

As I was about to hang up when-"Jacky, don't leave, please please, don't leave me." A voice said.

I pressed my phone more against up my ear to hear what was going on. Or maybe I should just hang up seeing that this isn't really my conversation to hear.

As far as I was concerned, Mary never mentioned someone named 'Jacky' to me. And I know I didn't have any of my courses with any 'Jacky' either. But obviously it was someone who was important to her, otherwise, she wouldn't be asking them not to leave her.

"I told you not to call me that," another voice said, 'Jacky' I guess.

"You-you told me after we graduated w-we were going to go all ar-round Europe together a-and get married a-and-" "You didn't honestly believe that, did you? I mean, Mary, darling, I have the rest of my life to look forward to, and I don't see you in it." Slap.

"Mary!" I yelled through the phone, and still no answer came through.

Who the hell does this guy think he is! Slapping Mary, nonetheless, a woman is never right. So I yelled again, "Mary, if you can hear me, cough." No response.

"Uh-heh," what the hell was that? "Uhheh-pleas-se-e Ja-ac-ky. I c-c-cant bre-eat-the." Oh god, he's –he's choking her.

Thump. "Don't ever try looking for me Mary, I-I never loved you." Then came footsteps, fading out of the phone. "Mary, its Blaine, can you hear me? Mary? Honey?" I was panicking, my friend accidently calls me and her apparent boyfriend that I knew nothing about just left her somewhere. I didn't know what to do.

"Im-Im somew-where in Washington Pa-ark, h-hel-beep," was all that I heard. I checked my phone to see that the call had been disconnected. I called the police right after that, and told them that my friend had accidently called me and that she was located somewhere in Washington Park outside of NYU and that she was badly hurt. She was in the hospital for three weeks.

~Present day~

"Mary, please look at me. Please." She looked up and started walking away, "Im honestly fine," she mumbled, "I think Im going to sleep, perhaps it will help, don't you think?" I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around and that's when she broke down.

"Shh, calm down, Im not leaving you, I never will, shh, youre alright," I sweetly said, "Im here, shh."

"You should go," she said looking up, her eyes somewhat hazed over from the crying she had been doing. "What? Where would I be going right now? Nowhere, not when you need me," I told her.

She pushed me away a little bit and straightened herself back up and that's when I saw her putting on the mask, hiding whatever feelings she really did have. "You should go see him, make things, I guess, more official," she said putting air quotes around 'more official'.

I thought for a moment and then looked at her, "Come with me, honeybunches," and she giggled at the pet name. "I would love to, but Id rather not," I frowned. "Its not that I don't want to, but knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised if uh- ya know- got yer man lovin' going on," she said laughing at my shocked and humiliated face.

"Please, I bet Kurt would love to meet you. Youre almost an exact copy of him except in girl form," op, theres the bitch glare again. "See! He does that too! Quite well, I might add!"

She walked past me and started pulling on her coat, "Okay, Anderson, fine, we'll go find this lover boy-," "Kurt." She smiled at me, "okay, we'll go find Kurt," she said, emphasizing the 't' sound, "and you both can get jiggy with it," she said shaking her hips. Mary then turned around with a look of confusion written on her face.

"Do you even know where he lives?" Didn't think of that. "No, I don't, but he gave me his number," she gave me the 'uh duh' look, "meaning I should call him and ask?" I questioned. She shook her head, laughing. "You really do love him?" "Yeah, I really do," I said smiling.

~Back at Kurt's apartment~

I opened my eyes, and I saw nothing but darkness, and as I tried sitting up, okay, shit, my head hurts really badly. And then I heard someone laughing at my failed attempt. A foot came and stomped on my back and a hand grabbed the back on my shirt, and I felt a hot breath spread across the nape of my neck.

"Having trouble, sweet cheeks?" damn, wasn't a dream.

I forced him off me and stood up, wobbling a little bit and then Dylan came launching at me and then the next thing I knew he was on the ground, looking lifeless. And then my hand started burning, ouch, I need to remember to keep the punches to the low minimum.

I grabbed my phone off the ground and decided that I needed to go somewhere else, somewhere that was safe, especially before Dylan got back up. I start dialing '9-1-1' when another call started to come through.

CALLER ID: Blaine Anderson (mobile) is calling.

I answered it immediately, walking away from my apartment complex, "Blaine, where are you?" He started laughing,"Well, I was about to ask you the same thing, love. Is-is that alright if I call you that again?" I heard faint laugh in the background, "shut up, Mary, anyways …"

I was becoming impatient and I quickened my pace, "Not that I don't enjoy having this small talk, but something bad just went down and I cant stay at my place. Please, I know we just got reacquainted, but," I was at a lost for words, and I sound so damn desperate.

"Of course, where are you," I sighed in relief, "Mary and I will come pick you up?"

"Blaine, I don't think Ive ever loved you so much in my entire life." THUMP.

"Hi, this is Mary, the girl who stopped you from leaving Julia's earlier tonight. I think you should now that you made Blaine's jaw drop to the ground and is now unable to talk, so where are you?" I laughed at her sarcastic humor.

"Im actually by Julia's if that helps," I said. "Is there anywhere you can stay there for a bit, I just need to walk down the stairs and walk across the street to grab the car and it should take about 5 minutes, okay?"

"Er- yeah sure, but can I stay on the phone with Blaine, just to um- feel .. safer?" I asked slowly.

"Awh, youre going to make me puke of y'all's cuteness and what-,"

"Love, excuse my annoying and energetic roommate, and of course Ill stay on the phone with you, but you know that we're going to have to talk about what happened," he said lovingly. "Eventually, and thank you. I really wouldn't know what I would do without you."

"Neither would I, love, neither would I," he said, I can even hear him smiling when he says it.

I know some of you wanted Blaine to just pop out of nowhere and save Kurt, but it seemed very unrealistic, but in a way, he does, so I hope this suffices.

I ask that you review and let me know how you like it, please? And give me your opinion as well!

Love always, Dwimmer-Crafty.