A/N: Okay, well this is a little on the late side. But here it is! The long waited sequel! Not as long as the first two, but I'll make up for it in the second sequel. So this one is another songfic and it is a duet between Kurt and Blaine, but it is also a mash-up. That' probably why it ended up so short. Combining two songs pretty much took away most of my need for other dialogue... Anyways, without further ado Feeling Wanted sequel number one: Reason!

(I posted an apology fic, for this sequel being late, based on Kurt birthday titled Birthday Sext. Go give it a look, it's a very sweet little getting back together fic.)

Song: The Reason by Hoobastank

Song: You're Still the One by Shania Twain

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters depicted in this story. This is a work of fan fiction.

Spoilers: recent season four episodes

Triggers: suicidal thoughts/talk

"talking"

thinking

"singing"

Enjoy!


Blaine.

"Oh... Hi, Cooper," Kurt whispered in clear disappointment, looking past the older man as if Blaine would be just on the other side of him.

"Really?" Cooper gave the teen a sad look, adding a pout for good measure, "That's all I get from my future brother? 'Oh, hi, Cooper.' You wound me, sir, wound me."

"Coop—" Kurt just rolled his eyes, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, "You know me and Blaine aren't toget—"

"But that's what you're here for, right?" the older man asked hopefully, "To get back together?" Then Cooper was laughing at the look of shock he received, "It's kind of a dead giveaway with you being here so late." But when Kurt could not find his voice after a minute of trying to confirm, he just got a nod of sympathy as the man moved away from the door, "He's in his room. He should still be awake."

Even despite the fact Kurt did not want to look too eager (and make an even bigger fool out of himself), he ran up the stairs anyways. Only giving a quick knock to Blaine's bedroom door before he burst in...

...and he saw boxes. Packed boxes. A pile of them.

So he stared, confused, at them for several seconds before it registered.

"Blaine?"

No answer.

Kurt moved quickly into the room, expecting his boyfriend (ex—but soon to be ex-ex) to be sitting on his bed looking at him slightly shocked, but happy to see him. Blaine was not there though. He was not in his room at all. But Cooper said he was up here.

As he moved across the room, his eyes fell on the light coming from under the closed bathroom door, Maybe...

His first set of knocks were light but deliberate, knowing his hazel-eyed man would run to the door no matter his state of dress. The door would swing open and Blaine would be standing on the other side with a large smile on his face, "Kurt." But there was no answer.

"Blaine, I'm opening the door."

He opened the door just a crack at first, giving the other teen time to cover up (though there was nothing Kurt had not already seen) or prepare himself; but when the blue-eyed boy still got no response and could not see anything through the crack, he opened the door wider.

What he saw... broke his heart.

Blaine was asleep propped against the tub, head hanging over the side and his legs stretched awkwardly out in front of him, bent around the toilet. But it what was laid out in his lap that caused tears to start burning in blue-eyes—a picture. Really, the picture. The picture that Blaine loved the most of all he had of Kurt, the one he kept by his bed side since it had been taken... maybe even still after they broke up. "Oh, Blaine."

He approached the boy quietly, kneeling next to him with a smile, "Sweety, I know this is your thinking place, but it isn't healthy to fall asleep here. You'll hurt your back." With gentle hands Kurt stoked Blaine's face and neck, trying not to jolt him awake and scare him by easing him into awareness; when he did not respond to the caresses, it was just met with a wider smile and rolling eyes. You were always a heavy sleeper. "Come on, wake up, my sleeping prince." As he leaned forward to kiss the other teen's cheek, Kurt's eyes caught a glimpse of something on the other side of Blaine's leg. A pill bottle.

An open, empty pill bottle.

His whole body froze, then just—panic.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, but all at once too. He was pulling Blaine again him, shaking his shoulders, "Blaine! Blaine, wake up!", digging his nails into his neck, "Damnitwakeupdonotdothistome!", pulling at the front of his shirt, running his hand across his chest to see if it was moving, "Blaineblaineblaine."—but he was shaking too much. Panic. It was like Kurt could not breathe. "Nonono! I love you, do not do this to me!"

"Kurt... I can't breathe," a voice whispered, "you're choking me."

With a loud gasp, the blue-eyed teen pulled back, but just enough to see the other boy's face, hands still holding tightly onto his shirt. "Blaine?"

Hazel-eyes blinked lazily back at him, before a slow hesitant response, "Hi... Kurt."

Then, he was just a flurry of movement again, "Blaine! What did you take? How much? We have to get you to the hospital so they can pump your stomach! So, so stupid!—Come on! Get up! Wait, can you get up? Do you hurt anywhere? Are you numb? Are you cold? Can you feel—"

"I didn't take any."

Kurt slumped against the tub, "W-what? B-but—the b-bottle—"

"I flushed them."

Something was not right, his voice sounded distant; Kurt could hear him just fine, but the tone was like nothing he had ever heard from Blaine before. "Flushed them..." he clenched his eyes shut, trying to piece together what this all meant; like shutting everything out would make it all that much clearer, "So you weren't tryin—"

"I was—" blue-eyes snapped open to meet hazel, seeing something in them that made his heart swell: hope. "At least, I was thinking about it." When Kurt shifted closer, putting his arms more securely around Blaine's shoulders, the other teen leaned into him in return, "I am so ashamed of what I did to you, Kurt."

"That is no reason to try to ki—"

"No. I know. But—" he looked like he was about to cry, "I knew you did not want me."

"Blaine! That's still—"

"I know!" Blaine pushed away from Kurt, glaring and breathing more deeply, "I was being selfish by wanting you back! By sending you presents and flowers and messages! That I was being selfish by trying to make you forgive me!" The younger teen turned his body towards his ex, "I hurt you. I destroyed what we had. I destroyed you. I hate myself more and more every day I wake up and remember what I did. But you didn't want me." He closed his eyes and shook his head when Kurt tried to reach for him again, "I you still loved me. I could see it. But you would never let yourself come back to me. Something like that, loving me and knowing you'll never have me... It would tear you apart." Blaine peaked up at him, Kurt only stretched his arms out again, "I couldn't let that happen. You can't wait around the rest of your life split in two. So I thought taking me out of the equation..."

There was silence for a few minutes before the blue-eyed teen sobbed, tears slowly rolling down his quickly reddening cheeks, "Then I really would be split in two for the rest of my life... and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"Kurt, I'm poison. You know—"

"I know what you did, Blaine Devon Anderson." The younger teen flinched from the suddenly icy tone, "It's what you almost did... you could have... and I would have—How dare you?! I love you! I am never going to stop loving you! How could you think that... this was something I wanted?!"

Curly locks broken from their usual gel-prison fell across Blaine's forehead, "I knew you wouldn't. I figured out that it would probably kill you inside. So I flushed them. But Kurt—you can't love me."

"I do love you," and Kurt said with so much force that it came out more like a demand.

"You can't. Not because you don't but because you can't," he ran both hands through his hair, further breaking up the gel when he pulled at his curls. "I'm not a perfect person." When hazel met blue-eyes again, Blaine stood up. He could not do this sitting on a bathroom floor. Not where he almost—"There's many things I wish I didn't do." He held his hand out for Kurt to take, helping him stand up because Blaine still cared about him, still wanted to take care of him. But when he felt that soft palm, those long and nimble fingers against his again—he let go. He was not allowed to hold that hand anymore, "But I continue learning."

"Blaine—"

The other teen shook his head, sharing a sad look with Kurt and made his way back to his room.

"Stop walking away!" The sudden shout cause Blaine to jump slightly when Kurt stormed into the room after him. "You have no right to make choices based on what you think I want or don't! I mean," he hit his fists against the tops of his thighs instead of his ex-boyfriend's face, "look at what happened last time you felt lonely! It broke us!" Blaine flinched back, flopping down onto the bed, "Now! Now you want to break me! Because I would have broken... I would have been broken if you..."

The curly-haired teen watched as Kurt began to fall apart before him, how the love of his life went from yelling to sobbing in seconds, and all Blaine wanted to do was take his suddenly fragile Kurt into his arms and shield him from the world. So he did. He held Kurt through the wrenching sobs that shook both of them, through the clinging fingers and digging nails, through the weak knees and when there were just tears with soft hiccups.

"Kurt, I... I never meant to do those things to you." Blaine found himself clinging back, reining in his own tears with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is why we can't be together anymore, in any capacity. It'll hurt you too much." The smile he shared with Kurt was sad, but before he could pull away Kurt clung to him more, his fingers digging into the back of Blaine's royal blue button down, "And so I have to say before I go—"

"When I first saw you, I saw love," startled hazel-eyes stared into those watery blues disbelieving, before Blain matched Kurt's head shaking with his own denial.

"No, t-that's—"

"You were my Teenage Dream." Their lips were brushing before either even realized it, but neither pulled back as Kurt continued to speak, "A boy basically singing a song to me about being in love. You were handsome, sexy... you still are. Charming and respectful, such a gentlemen. Spontaneous! You didn't even know me and you pulled me into a Warbler performance! You were—are everything to me."

Blaine looked down, seeing how close they were and Kurt unwilling to let him pull away. It wasn't supposed to be like this! Kurt had moved on already! It's supposed to be my turn... why is this happeneing?, he found himself shaking his head, "You can't mean that, that you... No. That I just want you to know—"

But before he could continue, the blue-eyed teen placed a hand over his mouth, silencing him. "And the first time you touched me, I felt love."

They stared into each other's eyes, searching as they shared the moment with each other. But Blaine pulled away. "I'll never stop loving you, Kurt. But we can't, because I've found a reason for me," hazel-eyes looked gently into blue before Blaine pulled fully away, hands pressing desperately into his chest, "to change who I used to be. I can't change what I did to you, to us; but I can change me, and that's exactly what needs to be done, Kurt. I can't be this person anymore. We both need to grow, and you can't do that as long as I'm around the side-lines—"

Kurt snorted at Blaine's football reference, hearing what the other teen was saying but not listening. It was something he did not want to listen to. Instead of plugging his ears, or putting his hand over Blaine's mouth again (because he would not put it against the other boy to lick him if he did), Kurt cupped his cheeks between his hands, forcing their gazes to meet. Knowing the more they looked in each other's eyes, Blaine would eventually get it. "And after all this time. Years, Blaine! We were friends before we were together, and now it's just that all over again! It's a cycle that will end when I say 'I do.' while looking right at the man standing across from me at that alter; and I don't ever seeing it anyone else but you. You're still the one I love."

"Kurt," Blaine closed his eyes in attempt to stop the tears, but it was useless. "That's because you have not met him yet, you have not met your h-husband... Me changing will just be the start, because I won't stand in your way. It's... a reason to start over new."

The taller teen shook his head and slid his arms around Blaine's shoulders, tears building up in his own eyes. It was not supposed to be like this! Blaine was supposed to want Kurt back, they were meant to kiss and hold each other... make love. Kurt just needed Blaine to see that that was really what was meant to happen. There were soul-mates, and if they were not meant to be together, then Kurt would not have come back to Lima tonight, he would have never forgiven Blaine or even thought about him again. "Looks like we made it," Kurt whispered softly, resting his fore-head against his Warbler's cheek.

"And the reason is you—"

"Look how far we've come my baby," he cut off the other teen off, moving so his chin so it was resting on Blaine's shoulder with his arms still securely around them... but Blaine was not wrapping his own arms around Kurt. Why was this so hard? Why was Blaine being like this? "Why won't you hold me?"

The hazel-eyed teen stiffened against Kurt, quickly finding himself unable to not give into his silent request. It was not as if Blaine did not want to give into Kurt, he did... but he was trying to separate Kurt from him. How was he expected to help Kurt move on if Kurt did not want to let go? Maybe we aren't meant to let go?

"We mighta took the long way—" they just held each other, Kurt breathing in Blaine while the other tried not to do the same, he would just be torturing himself otherwise… but maybe a little emotional torture was just what he needed. So he held Kurt closer, just shy of clinging desperately to him. "But I knew we'd get there someday."

Blaine knew he could not do it anymore when Kurt began to try and sway them into a dance. "I'm sorry that I hurt you," he picked his ex-boyfriend up by the waist turning both of them so that he could sit the other boy down on his bed as gently as possible, afraid more jostling would send his fragile boy into another fit of sobbing. "It's something I must live with every day."

"You don't have to!" Kurt looked deeply into those hazel, honey-gold eyes he had fallen in love with when he stood on those Dalton stairs two and a half years ago. "Why would I be here if I didn't want us to be more than we were? I'm not just talking about after we broke up either! Even when we were together before! I want to be more than that!"

I want to believe you... he thought, shaking his head as he smiled sadly, "I wish that I could take it all away." When Kurt refused to let go of him Blaine knelt down in front of him, hoping the prolonged exposer to one another would ease the pain they would both feel with Kurt would understand why Blaine was doing this. That it was well and truly for him. So there he was, on his knees before the love of his life, ready to fully dissolve what they had, what they were into... the past. But he did not want to. As much as he was telling himself to let go of Kurt, his arms remained around his waist, "And be the one who catches all your tears... because I still need you, Kurt. I need to be—"

"You're still the one I run to."

"I need to be your only one!" He buried his face in Kurt's stomach, his words humming against Kurt's buttoned jacket, sending shivers up the other teens body. "But I can't! Because I can't forgive myself! That's why I need you to hear... you shouldn't forgive me either Kurt."

Gelled down curls were petted gently as Blaine cried against his ex's abdomen, Kurt's knees pressing firmly into his shoulders. It was a sad moment, but Kurt was enjoying it. He was holding Blaine, comforting him. Knowing Blaine still loved him, needed him and he would let go of this hate for himself if he would just see that Kurt had already done so too. That Kurt was as open hearted to Blaine as he had been when the other teen had said Kurt moved him. "The one that I belong to—"

Blaine's head snapped up between Kurt's hands, eyes widened with shock. Kurt just smiled softly, fondly down at the boy he loved. This boy... this man, was his just as much as Kurt was his. And maybe he was ready to see that now.

"You're still the one I want for life."

"I—" Blaine took a in a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter as he tried to get the courage to uncork those feeling he tried to seal away when he decided to take those pills, then again when he flushed them. "I always wanted to be the one to propose to you, Kurt. I fantasized about it a lot."

"This better not be how you do it," he snorted and glared down at Blaine, his fingers digging into the soft hairs at the nape of the other teen's neck. "It doesn't matter how glad I am that you are coming to your senses about us now. I refuse to allow you to ask me to marry you after we have been crying, that is supposed to come afterwards." Blaine laughed, leaning up so that his fore-head was even with Kurt's chest; which he proceeded to lean against, listening to that heart that was letting him back in. "You're still the one—"

"I'm not a perfect person," he was changing the tone of the song, to fit this new mood between them both.

Kurt shook his head, hair beginning to come loose from his coif and fall against his fore-head; causing Blaine to just want it mess it all up, because it Kurt did not need hair-products to make him beautiful... it just made him Kurt. "You're still the one that I love."

"I never meant to do those things to you." He was still sorry for all he had done, he did not think he ever would not be; but—

"The only one I dream of."

"Kurt, I love you with all my heart." He grinned from ear-to-ear when Kurt began to glare at him, warning him again with his eyes that the next words out of his mouth should not be anything resembling a proposal. I kinda want to do it just because I want to see what he'll do. But I'll just wait until the real right time. "There are so many things in this world that I want to do with you, and the fact that you... that you have given me—us a second chance... I don't—"

"I love you, Blaine. I will always love you." Kurt smiled and pressed his lips to Blaine's fore-head briefly, "You take my breath away in so many more ways that I knew before. Yes, I know we'll get into fights," he looked at those hazel-eyes again and his gaze turned serious, "but we have walked out of the worst fight a couple can get into, and we're on top. We beat the odds together."

"It is you so much more than it is me. I did nothing to—"

"Shut your face, Blaine Warbler." Shaking his head, Kurt looked out over the personal-item empty room, then on the packet boxes near the door. "You saved yourself. I know I would not have gotten here in time." Kurt shuddered at the thought, "You stopped yourself. Maybe it was fear—"

"It was you," Blaine said, interrupting Kurt and letting his hand trace up his spine in a comforting gesture. "I told you before, Kurt. It was the thought of what it would do to you. You are the reason, Kurt... a reason for all that I do."

Kurt snorts, but smiling as his hair reached up to tugged nervously at the hair falling against his fore-head, "I don't know whether I should be flattered or not."

"Be flattered." The taller teen could not help but laugh at Blaine's practical shout, he was just being the ridiculous charmer he had always loved and admired. "Because I will only ever flatter you for the rest of our lives. I will always compliment you. Even when you crash from you caffeine-high!"

"Oh Gaga!" Kurt buried his face in his hands, blush clearly seen around the edges of his fingers, "Did you really have to bring that up?! You were doing so good!"

"But isn't that the whole point?" His smile was almost sickeningly sweet as he leaned up to kiss the back-side of Kurt's fingers, "To still find you undeniably sexy and gorgeous and beautiful when you think you're a mess?"

"Flatterer."

Blaine chuckled before pressing his lips to Kurt's fingers again, "Where is that going to get me?"

Blue-eyes peeked out from the cracks in between long, pale fingers, "You're still the one that I love."

"Oh, really now?" He just laughed harder when he received a slap on the shoulder.

"The only one I dream of."

"I could live with that."

Kurt rolled his eyes, hands moving back to Blaine's neck, curls tickling the pads of his fingers, "You're still the one... I kiss goodnight. Blaine," he was practically panting, moving himself into Blaine's lap with his legs straddling the younger teen's hips, "Kiss me?"

"Anything for you."

And the reason is you.


A/N: Yay! I hope that settled some unresolved "feels" for you guys! I don't know when I'll get around to the second sequel but I'm going to ball-park it to be around two weeks from now, but on Friday. We'll see.

Anyways, thanks for the read! Keep an eye out for some on my other stories (two of which I'll try to post this week)!

Until next time!

-Anjel Starlight