a/n: so this is the end. I'm literaly about to leave for the weekend so this authors not will be rushed and full of spelling errors and I won't get a chance to rance about the most recent episode but THANKYOU! thanks to everyone whose read this, big thanks to the reveiwers. Thanks to mrs. graciecriss4eva, as always, for being my epic friend and motivator. Sorry about the huge wait. Like, really big sorry for that. This was origionaly going to be posted a chapter every two days but... yeah that didn't last long... so big thanks and hears the end. I hope it works, seeing as i finnished it about three minutes ago...

disclaimer: are these even needed? "I do not own Glee" doesn't that get boaring after a while, I mean I KNOW no one hear owns Glee and I think you do too. Unless you're an idiot. but I doubt that.

We need to talk.

Properly.

Face to Face.

Blaine.

Blaine looked at the door in front of him, trying to work up the courage to ring the door bell. "You have to do this. Maybe not now, but you'll have to do this sometime and, well, you're here now," he thought, trying to persuade himself that this was The Right Thing To Do. "Kurt's safe so this can't hurt him. You have to do this or everything between you will just get worse."

He glanced behind him into his car where Kurt was waiting. He knew it would be too much to ask him to come but even that quick glance and the smile he gave him gave him courage. So taking a deep breath he pressed the bell.

He hears footsteps as someone came through the house. The door was opened and a rushed looking woman opened the door. She seemed to be on her way out but smiled slightly at him as said "Hello. You probably want to see Dave. He's upstairs. Wait a sec and I get him."

He tried to smile back but he wasn't sure how well he went. The woman looked over her shoulder and called out "DAVE! VISITOR!" before looking to him again.

"Wait in the living room. He'll be down shortly." And with that she walked past him to a car.

He stepped tentatively into the house and through an open door to what he assumed was the living room. He stood, watching the doorway and waiting for Dave. For what he knew would come next.

He heard him first, making his way down a flight of stairs, and then there he was, Dave.

He looked confused, staring at Blaine as if trying to work out how he knew him. When he did, when he remembered the day on the staircase, his confusion seemed to grow. "What d' you want, homo? Your little boyfriend send you?" he asked, glaring. "How'd you find my address?"

Taking another deep breath he held out his hand. "I'm Blaine Anderson. You know basically everything about me and until recently I though the same about you."

"This is some sick joke."

And that hurt. He knew that he would be hurt more over the course of this 'discussion' but that was the first. He let his hand fall loosely at his side again.

"No. I told you we have to talk."

"About what? You telling your boyfriend about me? Breaking our promise?"

"That was an accident-"

"Or what how you dropped me, in a couple of seconds, when you realized I wasn't as simple as you'd thought? When I wasn't the perfect little friend you had thought you'd confided in?"

"I tri-"

"I wasn't worth it, was I? Great contradiction to everything else you'd said. Hypocrite."

"YOU TOLD ME NOT TO ABANDON YOU AND SOMEHOW YOU DIDN'T REALISE HOW MUCH IT FELT LIKE YOU'D ABANDONED ME FIRST!"

Dave sucked in a breath seeming shocked at Blaine's outburst. Blaine continued, his voice slightly softer but still strong.

"Everything we wrote about, everything you told me and everything I told you meant so much to me. I thought it meant the same to you but you threw it away because you didn't dare to put a little faith in me. So I can't trust you anymore. I can't help this friendship. I feel like the trust we had made a rope, tying us together. But that ropes been fraying for a while now. So, instead of feeling the slap when it snaps and pulls back to hit us in the face, I'm untying my end. Ending this right now."

Somehow, as he'd spoken, they'd moved in a circle, like animals did, keeping the same distance between them. From beside the door Blaine spoke again.

"I meant everything I told you, except for any obvious little lies you've already picked, and I still mean it. Only now, it hurts."

He turned and walked to the front door, turning back when he heard Dave catch up to him. He was standing closer than Blaine had expected. Reaching forward, he made a move as if to shove him back into the door. His hands froze a few centimetres short. Blaine stared him in the eye, waiting, seeming almost to ask him a question. Slamming the wall just right of Blaine's head he spun around and almost stomped up to the stairs before Blaine said, in almost a whisper, "When you tell someone, anyone, send me a letter. I'd really like to know."

Dave snorted. "Let me guess. It 'might just fix that rope'?" he mocked, imitating Blaine's voice.

Blaine sighed. "Bye Dave."

"Go away, Anderson."

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Kurt started driving as soon as Blaine entered the car. When they were about a block away from the house and out of its sight he pulled over. Blaine was still silent, staring out the window.

"Blaine...?"

"I could see it hurting him. Everything I said. An-and I didn't—I didn't stop." As he said it he gave little sobbing gasps and when Kurt undid his seatbelt and reached over to give him an awkward hug tears started to fall.

"Does that make me as bad as him?" he asked, softly. "He hurt me so I hurt him back? That's not the way thing should work bu-but it still happened."

Even Kurt was surprised in the stern way he said, "If that's how you think about it then that's true."

Blaine gasped, betrayal obvious in his face, but Kurt went on, "But I think you said what needed to be said to stop this from continuing to hurt both of you and neither of you explaining to the other one why. I think that would have hurt more."

Blaine nodded but kept crying. Because now it was real, even clearer, that he'd lost Dave. Almost seven years and now he was gone. And it was at least part his fault.

So of course he kept crying.

Remember?

Hello that's_not_a_name,

I'm Car of Sky, but my real name is Dave. I live in America but I think it would be more fun if we didn't know more than a country about where we live because I like the idea that you could be anywhere or anyone and I wouldn't know it. I also think it would be cool if all we knew about each other was stuff we told each other. I'm not going to make you tell me things you don't want to but at least could we please be truthful with each other? Always?

I don't know what you're going to think of this but I just get the feeling we're going to be good friends. Can we make a deal? Whatever we tell each other is a secret. We'll never tell anyone else about it, even insignificant stuff. If you disagree with this then I don't think we can be friends because that's what friends do, so there. I've always wanted a friend like this, a friend I could trust and I hope you'll become one.

I just realized that this is a very long first letter and I haven't even told you anything about me yet. So I'd better stop now. I'll wait for you to reply. I can't wait to hear from you.

Dave.

Ps – what's with the name?