This is not in Facebook format. It is the scene we didn't get to see. The scene where Kurt goes to talk to Blaine face-to-face. I thank Number1KurtHummelFan for the suggestion! This one is for you, my dear!

P.S. This is almost rated M.

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the branches of it looking at me

Is this the place we used to love?

Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

The lyrics ripped at Blaine's heart. A song that once made him swell with happiness, now reduced him to tears. Kurt had deemed it "their song" the moment they heard it in Blaine's dorm back at Dalton. They had just made love for the first time.

Kurt's head lay on Blaine's chest, his arm nestled securely around the brunette's torso. Blaine couldn't stop touching the younger boy. His fingers ghosted the pale porcelain skin of his back as he watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. Blaine's gaze was locked onto those stunning glasz eyes, and he hummed the tune quietly. It was beautiful.

He couldn't tear his mind away from the memory. It was the single greatest moment of his life, and now everything they had was over.

Blaine blamed himself for everything.

I should have told him I was meeting Jeremiah.

I should have never yelled at him.

I should have given in and stopped the argument before it escalated to this.

Maybe we'd still be together.

All he wanted to do was curl up in a fetal position and die, but he drug himself to power up his computer. He didn't know what force drove him to get online. Maybe he felt a sudden urge to look at all of Kurt's pictures again… to quietly sob and pray that he'd take him back.

Then he saw the message from Kurt.

"…I want to talk to you face to face. I can't bear to lose you forever. It would kill me."

He stopped breathing for a moment, and just stared at the screen. He pinched the inside of his thigh to make sure he wasn't dreaming, or his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

Kurt was coming to see him soon.

They still had a chance.

Twenty long minutes and endless pacing later, Blaine heard a faint rapping at the door. His heart pounded rapidly as he quickly flung it open. Even with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks, Kurt was still absolutely breathtaking. The countertenor stepped inside, locking eyes with Blaine.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered, a slight pain in his voice.

As soon as that one syllable left his throat, it was as if someone opened a floodgate. Kurt threw himself at Blaine, crushing him in a tight embrace.

"Oh, Blaine. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Both of them were crying again.

"I was being jealous and insecure, and I didn't want anyone to take you away from me."

"It's okay, baby." Blaine cooed. "It's not your fault at all. He lovingly cradled Kurt to his chest. "I should have told you, and there was no excuse for me yelling at you."

Kurt slightly pulled out of the embrace, shifting his hands to grasp Blaine's shoulders, looking him square in the eye.

"I promise you. This will never happen again. You love me and I know nothing will ever change that. I didn't mean to be a control freak."

Blaine reached up to cup Kurt's face in his hands.

"You had every right to be jealous."

"No—"

"Shh. If I never yelled at you and made this so much more complicated than it actually was, this would have never happened. I'm sorry, Kurt. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make us last because I love you. I'll never stop loving you. I don't want—"

Kurt decided he had heard enough, and silenced him with a kiss. It was firm and passionate, all the built up feelings of the past few days dissolved because of it. Tears were continuously falling from Kurt's eyes. Not of sadness anymore, but not happiness either.

It was pure love.

Blaine melted into the kiss, and snaked his arms toward Kurt's waist, swiftly lifting the taller boy in his arms bridal-style. Their lips never parted while Blaine carried him to his bedroom.

As soon as Kurt was laid on the bed, Blaine quickly shed his shirt and nestled himself between Kurt's legs. The brunette kissed him once again, this time deeper, tongues battling for dominance. His hands wandered underneath the younger boy's shirt, caressing his muscles, and occasionally brushing against his nipples. Kurt whimpered against Blaine's mouth and broke apart long enough to rid himself of his unwanted shirt.

They both moaned at the feeling of being pressed against one another again. Blaine's mouth found his favorite spot on Kurt's neck, and he nibbled and sucked, all while grinding their hips roughly together. Kurt elicited a high-pitched moan, and whispered into Blaine's ear.

"Make love to me, Blaine. Oh God, please."

Blaine simply answered him with a kiss, and soon, the rest of their garments joined their shirts on the floor.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Always."

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