Chapter 6 Part 2- KURT

'Kurt?'

I had heard my dad clamber up the stairs to my bedroom, so I knew who it was. I was lying on my bed, staring at a photo, one of me and Blaine. Together. Well, when we were together. God I miss him.

When I heard my dad call out, I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, not sure whether to come any closer to comfort me or to hope I'd move towards him.

'Yeah?' I replied, with a shaky voice.

'Kurt, look at me.'

I turned around and Dad sighed when he saw how red my eyes were. I sniffled and he realised how upset I was. That moment his uncertainty was cleared, as he thought it only right to make the first move. I couldn't help it. When he sat down next to me and put his arm around me in comfort, I let my uncontrollable tears burst through. It was like a dam bursting through the watergate, or a river bursting its banks. It just continued to flow until Dad got a word in edgeways.

'Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt.' He said until I had cried my last tear for that moment and wiped my eyes so I could actually see him.

'Kurt, I know things are hard with you and Blaine right now.' I flinched at the mention of his name, as if I was taught to believe that the name 'Blaine' meant that pain was to be inflicted on me. The only mistake was that the worst pain had already been inflicted on me throughout my life. A parent dead, a heartbreak, and a future of no clarity.

I looked at Dad and he let out a smile. 'What're you smiling for, Dad? My love life's gone down the drain.' He gave a little laugh and I just couldn't help but grin. I realised that no matter what pain I go through, my dad will always be there, even if he can't help. He'll sit, and listen, and attempt to understand. Of course he doesn't fully understand my relationship with Blaine, but he knows about heartbreak.

'Dad, seriously, why are you laughing? This is no happy time.'

'I'm laughing and smiling because you gave me that look that said 'Only just caught on, Dad?'. The unimpressed look, maybe.'

We laughed at each other for a little longer before sighing and staring at the window.

'I miss him, Dad.'

'I know, son.'

I wiped my eyes again, feeling the flood come over on me once again, but this time holding them back with all the strength I had. Sure, it was little strength, but it kept them in until Dad left.

'Y'know, son, when I was younger, I liked a girl, and she turned me down straight. I was heartbroken.'

I looked at him, wondering where on earth this story was headed.

'All I'm trying to say is that good things happen when you least expect it. Everything is okay in the end- if it's not okay, it's not the end.'

'Oh, there's more ordeals to be put through? I eagerly await them.' I rolled my eyes and my dad gave a half-smile.

'You sure you're okay, Kurt?'

'I'm fine, Dad. Thank you.'

'It's okay son, I'm here for you always.'

He was heading back down the stairs when I turned around and asked, 'What happened? At the end of that story?'

'I married her.'

'It was Mom?'

Dad nodded, smiled at the memory, and called up to Carole. 'CAROLE? WHERE'S MY SCREWDRIVERS?'

The knowledge of the story and its events didn't make me more sad because I missed Mom, it made me more optimistic because Dad got the girl he wanted, and they got married, had a kid, happy ever after. For a while, I guess. And now he's got Carole, he's just in luck like that. It made me think about Blaine, think about how I could try and resolve this.

I wandered over to the window, looking out onto the streets that were getting darker with every moment. I didn't look up to the stars. After what happened, I had become afraid of them. I wondered where Blaine was, what he was doing, whether he missed me. Only one way to find out, I thought. I picked up my phone and texted him.

'I'm sorry, Blaine, really. I miss you.'

After pressing send, I panicked. I threw my phone onto my bed and paced my room. He wouldn't reply, I thought, after what happened? Why should he reply to me? Oh god, what if he tells me he never wants to see me again! Oh I can't bear that, really.

And then my phone vibrated. I gulped.

I picked the phone up from my bed and opened the message. I took a deep breath, preparing to see the worst.

'I still love you, Kurt.'

I gave a little smile to myself, and decided it was time. I tapped everything into my phone, ready to send to Blaine. Here I was, writing my innermost thoughts and feelings concerning Blaine, pouring my heart out onto an iPhone, and I had no idea how he'd reply.

Once it was sent, I settled down comfortably on my bed, anticipating his reply. An hour later, when the outside world was pitch black and the lamp next to my bed illuminated the room, my phone vibrated and lit up.

'Come outside.'

Immediately, I ran downstairs, grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it. He was there. Standing there. In his beauty. His face said it all, he wanted to make up.

'Blaine.'

'Kurt, I've missed you so much.'

'I've missed you too.'

I ran up to him and we hugged. We held onto each other, not letting go. I never wanted to let him go again. Once he loosened up a little, I held onto his arms instead of hugging him.

'Blaine, I'm so so sorry, I never wanted this to happen, I overreacted, I mean, I-I probably imagined it when I saw- or maybe I didn't see-'

Blaine placed his finger on my lips, telling me to stop speaking.

'Kurt, he did try to hold my hand. He meant nothing to me. I've told him to leave me alone and that I'll always love you, Kurt. He didn't like that but I don't care. I love you, Kurt, I love you so much. The days we've been apart have been torture to me. I woke up in the morning expecting a text from you, telling me to wake up and come over or something. I missed those texts. I missed seeing your beautiful face, looking into your eyes and-' He gulped. 'Kurt, will you take me back?'

'Just one thing.'

'What's that?'

I held his hand, and we both looked down at our hand interlocked, and smiled. I looked back up and waited for him to look up at me.

I gazed into his eyes and said, 'Don't go back to Dalton forever. Don't leave McKinley.'

'Never, Kurt. I belong with you.'

He let my fingers slip away as I swung my arms around his neck and held his head close to mine.

'Forever, Kurt. Me and you.'

Our lips met once again, where they belonged. We kissed and looked into each other's eyes. I could tell he loved me, they shined through his eyes. It was like he adored me, like I adored him. We laughed a little and grinned. I took a chance and look up at the sky. Every single star in the sky shined so brightly. I whispered, 'Oh, stars, you've done it again.'

And just like that, we were back together, like we were meant to be.