Author's Note: Part three is finally here! Thank you for all the kind reviews :) You are all lovely! Please enjoy!

The voicemail was like a car accident, but in audio form—he didn't want to keep listening to it, but he couldn't stop. He subconsciously pressed the "replay" button on his phone.

Kurt, I made a huge mistake. That sounds really superficial and cliché, but it's true. I just…god. I want to explain it to you, Kurt, but you won't answer my calls or texts. If you would just listen. PLEASE.

Look, I've been in a really screwed up relationship for the past two years, ok? And for the past, like, 6 ½ months, we'd been pretty much broken up. I was done with him. But we never made it official that we were over. And I had promised him when we first started dating that I would never cheat on him as long as we were still together. And I keep my promises. Even though we didn't really consider it so, we were still together. Cause neither of us ever ended it.

And then you kissed me and I didn't know how to react. And I said stupid things I didn't mean. And you left.

The truth is I didn't want to make you jealous for nothing, so I didn't tell you about us. There was no need for you to be jealous. We were done. And I liked you. I REALLY liked you. A lot.

And I finally tried to completely break it off with him. But…well, it didn't work out the way I planned. You can…well…use your imagination…—you know what, forget I said that. Shit. Never mind. Just forget I said that.

Look, the point I'm trying to make is that I am SO. SORRY. And I know you probably won't forgive me anytime soon, but if you do, the sentiment will still be the same. I really like you, Kurt.

And just so you know, I did officially end it with him. I used to think I loved him. But he's a douche. I realized that before, but couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. He's not worth my time, or my tears. Plus, he couldn't hold a candle to you. And that's no joke.

Kurt, I'm not perfect. I'm so far from it, in fact, I feel like I'm just a walking mistake sometimes. But I'm trying. I really am. I'm just a stupid, de-flowered, horny, gay kid, who tries to put on a façade of elegancy. And all I'm striving for right now is to be worthy of someone like you. So please, just…give me a second chance. Give us a second chance.

What did Blaine expect him to say to that? "Oh, Blaine, you ARE perfect! I want to be with you FOREVER now that you said you were sorry!"

Please. It takes more than a stupid apology to make up for his wounded ego (which, incidentally, was not that large to begin with). So, why did he have to keep listening to it? Maybe it was just the sound of his voice that comforted him. It certainly wasn't the words.

Ok. Maybe it was a little bit from the words. He may have been sincere, but that didn't change the humiliation Kurt had experienced. He finally musters up the courage (huh. Courage. So much for that advice, Dr. Blaine…) to kiss him, and how does Blaine repay him? Running off to his boyfriend for a good shag. How endearing.

Admittedly, Kurt may be being a tad insensitive, but he couldn't help it. His anger and chagrin were consuming him. He was almost positive he was in love with Blaine. Like, serious love. Why did Blaine have to go and screw that up?

Kurt looked over at his alarm clock. 6:13 pm. Blaine would have gotten out of Warblers thirteen minutes ago. He was surprised that Blaine hadn't called him again right after practice. He usually did, and then Kurt would ignore it. It was becoming routine. He looked down at his phone, then promptly chucked it across his room, just watching it bounce off the wall and then land on the floor with a clatter.

Kurt's mind was still filled with bits and pieces of the message.

"I really like you. A lot."

"Give us a second chance."

He wanted to give them a second chance. God, did he want to. But what Blaine did really hurt. Probably hurt more than anything Karofsky could do to him put together. Karofsky could only physically hurt him. A bruise heals usually in a matter of weeks.

A broken heart on the other hand—now that's another story.

Then he saw his phone light up. Of course…

Kurt rolled his eyes, and remained glaring at his phone for a second or two.

Gotta get it over with sometime. He thought. Kurt reluctantly shoved himself off the bed and snatched up his phone.

"What, Blaine?"

"Oh. You…you actually picked up this time…I didn't expect you to—"

"WHAT. DO YOU WANT, BLAINE?" Kurt didn't mean to sound so irritated, but it was sort of a reflex.

"I was just wondering…did you um…you get my message?" Blaine sounded so…helpless. Like a lost puppy or something. It was unexpected. That wasn't Blaine's usual demeanor. Kurt sighed.

"Yes, Blaine. I got it."

"Well…uh…what…what did you think?"

"Well, Blaine, it turns out you know me pretty damn well. Because no, I will not forgive you right away. And yes, I am unbelievably pissed at you. And quite honestly, I don't know how you expected me to react to your little boy problems."

"I don't expect anything from you, Kurt. It was just stuff that had to be said. Because if—and I said 'if', so don't go calling me presumptuous—if we ever were to pursue a relationship, I want all of my shit to be out on the table. So I don't lie to you anymore. I'm not a liar, Kurt. And I hated lying to you. But I thought it was for the best—"

"Just shut up please, Blaine! You've said your apology, alright? I know you're sorry!" Kurt could just feel the heat rising in his chest. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Look. I just…I don't know what to do right now, ok? I'm really confused. About us, about you, about me, about a lot of things. And right now, the only thing I want from you is for you to give me time, ok?"

"Time. Yeah, time. Totally. Sorry. Um..ok. I can give you time. And it doesn't even matter how much time. I can wait. I am capable of waiting. Cause I really care about you, and when I care about something, I can be patient—"

"Blaine!" Kurt exasperated. Blaine the Babbler…

"Sorry! I'll…I'll go, ok? Um…thanks for your time anyway, Kurt. And I will wait. Okay?"

"Okay, Blaine. Bye."

"Bye, Kurt. And I really am—"

"BYE, BLAINE." Kurt interrupted impatiently.

"Yeah. Sorry. Bye, Kurt." Kurt mashed down on the end call button, and threw his phone onto his bed.

"Stupid boy…" he muttered to himself, heading to get an early start on his nightly moisturizing routine.

The line went dead, and Blaine stared back at his phone, sitting on the floor of the Warbler's practice room with his back pressed to the wall.

"God, Blaine. You are just so damn articulate, aren't you?" he said to himself.

"Well, it's one thing you sure pride yourself on, isn't it?" Blaine looked up to see Wes smirking at him. Blaine indifferently flipped him off.

"Blaine, you've been moping around for weeks. We're all sick of it. We've all got relationship problems, alright? We deal with it, and we move on." Blaine stood up in a flash, getting in Wes's face.

"Kurt is different than all your stupid girl problems, ok?" Blaine shot at him.

"Is he? Just because he's a guy and you're a guy doesn't mean your problems are any different from a guy and a girl's problems! Isn't that the point of equality?"

"That's not what I'm talking about, Wes!"

"Then what is it, Blaine? Explain it to me, please! Because I'm so tired of this defensive, douchey behavior you've been exuding lately and I just want it to stop!"

Blaine's heavy breathing began to slow, his angry expression slowing melting into one of remorse.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that. It's not your fault."

"Look, dude. You're hurting. We all understand that. So do something about it! Don't just sit around and complain!"

"I've been trying to do something for weeks, man! I've tried everything!"

Wes raised an eyebrow. "Everything?"

"Yes, Wes! That's what I just sai—oh…" Blaine's face light up with enlightenment as he caught Wes's drift.

Wes nodded knowingly. "Pick something good, man."

He patted Blaine on the shoulder with a smile and left the room, leaving Blaine to ponder his next move.

A couple days after the Blaine call, Kurt flopped onto his bed with his satchel. Heaving a sigh, he pulled the bag to his chest, deciding that homework might take his mind off of him. He pulled out his textbook and notebook. Reaching into a smaller pouch for a pen, his fingers felt something hard, plastic.

Kurt raised his eyebrow in curiosity. He pulled out the object. It was a CD case, with a burned DVD inside. On it in blue sharpie, and in semi-sloppy writing, were the words "PLEASE WATCH."

How did this even get in here?

Slightly wary, he crossed his room to his laptop, and inserted the disc. He clicked on the icon that popped up, and Windows Media Player shot up. Immediately after, Blaine was filling his screen, sitting on a chair in his dorm with a guitar. A guitar? Since when does he play guitar?

"So," Blaine began hesitantly, "I was thinking…it seems that I've tried to express my feelings in every other way but in the way that I'm best at. And I don't know why I didn't think of this before. But I've thought of it now."

Kurt sighed, great. He's gonna sing now.

Readjusting his guitar, Blaine went on, "I was searching for the perfect song to sum up what I'm feeling, but I couldn't find anything. Then yesterday while I was driving, this song came on the radio. And before, the song always really annoyed me. But the lyrics kind of caught my ear and…well…they were the perfect ones. So, I went home and spend 4 hours learning the song. And I just…I don't know. So…uh…here goes…"

Blaine began to play, and Kurt didn't recognize it at first. But as it progressed, a slight remembrance sparked in his brain.

Oh, I had a lot to say

Was thinking on my time away

I missed you, and things weren't the same

Cause everything inside,

It never comes out right

And when I see you cry,

It makes me wanna die.

I'm sorry I'm bad

I'm sorry you're blue

I'm sorry about all the things

I said to you, and I know

I can't take it back.

I love how you kiss

Blaine looked up with a sweet smile on his face, right at Kurt. Kurt couldn't help but blush.

I love all your sounds

And baby, the way you make

My world go 'round

And I just wanted to say

I'm sorry.

Kurt's eyes were involuntarily welling up with tears, threatening to spill over.

This time I think I'm to blame

It's harder to get through the day

You get older, and blame turns to shame

Cause everything inside,

It never comes out right

And when I see you cry,

It makes me wanna die.

Tears were flowing freely down Kurt's face now. Blaine really was sorry.

Every single day

I think about how we came all this way

The sleepless nights and the tears you cried

It's never too late to make it right.

Blaine's eyes stared right into Kurt's now, as expectantly as ever, at the last line. And don't think Kurt missed it.

SORRY!

I'm sorry I'm bad

I'm sorry you're blue

I'm sorry about all the things

I said to you, and I know

I can't take it back.

I love how you kiss

I love all your sounds

And baby, the way you make

My world go 'round

And I just wanted to say

I'm sorry.

As Blaine picked the last few strings, Kurt was past gone. How could he have been so stupid? A guy (an extremely hot guy, at that) was willing to do anything it took to get Kurt to forgive him, and he kept just shoving him away.

Blaine began speaking again, "Kurt...I screwed up, ok? I know. But I would go to the ends of the earth just to make things right again. Please believe that. So, this is the last time I'm going to say it. I'm sorry, Kurt. From the bottom of my heart. And all I ask is that you find it in your heart to forgive me. And maybe give us another shot. Bye, Kurt."

The screen went blank, and Kurt stared through his tears at the empty picture.

Who was Kurt to shun Blaine for making a mistake? Goodness knows Kurt had made plenty in his life. Kurt was being just as inappropriate in his behavior now as Blaine had when he had screwed up. Only Blaine was doing everything within his power to make it right again, while Kurt was just enjoying watching him drown.

What kind of a person does that?

Me. I do that.

But not anymore.

Kurt snatched the keys out of his pocket, grabbed his jacket, and raced out his bedroom door.

As Kurt was exiting the front door, he heard, "Where you off to, bud?"

Kurt ran back to the TV room, where his dad sat, Kurt's face still streaked with tears.

"I have to go see Blaine, dad." Burt's face, upon seeing Kurt's state, sank to one of concern.

"Kurt, what's going on? Is everything ok?"

"Not right now. But it will be. I just REALLY have to see Blaine. Now." Kurt was practically dancing on his feet in anxiousness.

"Woah, calm down, son. Is he ok?"

"Yes dad!Can I please just go?"

Burt sighed. "Ok. But you're sure—"

"Yes, I'm fine, dad! Thank you! I won't be out late!" Kurt ran back out of the room.

He heard his dad holler at him, "Drive safe, Kurt!"

He threw an "Alright dad!" back at him, as he shut the door and all but sprinted to his car.

"Blaine, I know you don't exactly feel up to it, but we've gotta run that number a few times."

Blaine looked up at David from where he was sitting on his chair. He heaved a sigh, and nodded in consent. Thrusting himself off his seat, he followed David to the risers.

David called the Warblers to attention, and they rapidly settled into their respective places.

Taking in one more breath, Blaine gave the count.

Kurt checked the clock in his Navigator.

5:15 pm.

He was definitely in the middle of Warblers practice.

But Kurt really didn't care at this point. If it was happening, it was happening now.

He killed the ignition, pulled out his keys, and hurried into the building.

Coming down the hall, he could clearly make out Blaine's voice carrying down the hall, backed up by the other Warblers. Approaching the door he heard,

Your lipstick stains

On the front lobe of my left side brains

I knew I wouldn't forget you

So I went and let you blow my mind…

Now or never, Kurt.

Kurt pushed the door open, and walked into the room.

Your sweet moon—

Blaine's eyes immediately fell on Kurt. And all singing ceased. All eyes on the young boy.

Blaine, slightly dazed, stepped off the risers, slowly advancing on the boy.

"Kurt…"

Kurt was silent, just staring at Blaine.

"I take it…you got the video." Kurt nodded.

Not a sound was made from any of the other boys, all focus intently on the couple.

"I had Mercedes slip it into your bag today at school. So…what did you think? Was it too much? Was it too cheesy? You probably thought it was stupid, huh? It's kind of a stupid song. I just thought the lyrics were right. And that's really what I was looking for, was perfect lyrics. And Buckcherry usually isn't the most romantic band, cause I mean they have that one "Crazy Bitch" song—but I don't think you're a crazy bitch, Kurt! I wasn't saying that! You're wonderful! And I was just trying to apologize in the best way I know how, and I don't know if it came across the right way, but I tried and I'll still try if that didn't work cause I really—"

Kurt placed a single finger on the older boy's lips.

"You talk. FAR. Too much." Kurt said with a smirk, then removing his finger.

Kurt and Blaine's eyes were gazing into each other's so deeply, it felt like they were each going to helplessly drown in their counterpart's. There was an undeniable electricity that was coursing between them as every moment passed.

Finally, Kurt took a step towards Blaine, and cupped his face in his hands. Kurt could feel Blaine's slightly unsteady breathing wash over his face.

With one last reassuring glance to the other boy's eyes, Kurt pulled Blaine's lips to his.

And it was as if the world disappeared. Neither of them hearing the chorus of cat-calls or wolf-whistles coming from the others.

There was just Blaine. And Kurt. And hands. And lips. And heat. And electricity. And—

Tongue. Oh.

It felt amazing.

When they finally broke apart, Blaine leaned his forehead against the younger boy's. They stared into each other's eyes once again, both laughing breathlessly.

Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's once more, for just a moment.

"So…the song worked, I guess?" Blaine said with a teasing smile.

Kurt shook his head incredulously, but took Blaine's lips to his again.

"Honey, if I loved your song that much, just wait till you hear the one I've got for you."

Fin~