Happy Endings

If Kurt Hummel had had a diary, he would have filled half the pages with reasons why he hated Blaine Anderson. And the other half with reasons why he loved him.

He was so typical, Blaine was, but at the same time he was nothing Kurt had witnessed before. He was popular, star of the football team, with looks like a movie star and charisma to spare. He was extremely likeable, probably too much for his own good, so much that it made him nearly untouchable. But at the same time, he didn't work for popularity, more like it came to him, because along with everything else, Blaine sang. Blaine sang like Kurt had never heard anybody sing before, loud and passionate and a little husky but breathtaking all the same. Kurt didn't know him well, barely knew him at all. But sometimes Blaine smiled at him in the hallway, and it wasn't his normal smile, it was shy and hesitant, with the lightest tinge of pink on his cheeks. But Kurt shook it off he'd barely had two conversations with this boy, and besides, he was straight.

Kurt had no doubt that Blaine would become something once he got out of high school, just like Kurt planned to. Kurt worked his ass off, finished off high school with spectacular grades and flew off to New York for college. He worked endlessly, finding internships (none of which paid him, of course) and working his way up the ladder until he could start a business of his own. It took a while, and Kurt knew it was risky, it was beyond risky, he could lose everything. But he took a leap of faith and ended up flying. People loved his designs, he accumulated employee's (struggling designers much like himself) rather quickly and everything took off, soon Kurt Hummel was a name that everybody knew, and that was more that Kurt could ever ask for. Over the years, his accomplishments and shining new life blurred out the memories of Blaine Anderson. That is, until Kurt decided to do some charity work. And believe me, the last place Kurt ever expected to see Blaine again, was in a homeless shelter. So imagine his surprise as he caught the man's eye from across the room as he was handing out pre-made sandwiches and soup. Blaine looked away quickly, but Kurt knew Blaine recognized him, and there was no way Kurt would have forgotten Blaine.

~flashback~

SLAM. Kurt groaned as his back hit the cold, unforgiving metal of the locker once more. Karofsky loomed over him, and brought back his fist, only to connect it to the metal beside Kurt's head.

"Hey!" Another voice called, coming up quickly to them "Dave, what the hell was that?"

"You defending this fag, Anderson?"

"Do what if I am?" Blaine shot back "he's gay, yeah, whatever, it doesn't mean he's not a person, get your head out of your ass, Karofsky." The larger jock walked away, a furious look on his face, Blaine turned to Kurt.

"You okay?"

"Just another bruise to add to the collection." He quipped, rubbing his back, Blaine winced

"I'm sorry you have to go through this…" he said quietly before walking away, Kurt watched after him, wondering just what that meant.

~Present~

Blaine was the only guy who had really treated him like a person. Kurt wondered what exactly had happened to him to make him end up here of all places. Once everyone was fed, Kurt walked over to Blaine. He didn't look very bad off, his clothes were clean and his hair was only slightly messed up.

"Blaine?" he asked "Blaine Anderson?" the man smiled up at him and stood, still shorter than Kurt, to shake his hand.

"That would be me…" he looked Kurt over, from head to toe "wow, I was not expecting to see you here."

"I could say the same…" Blaine sighed

"I know, I just…I can explain-" Kurt smiled

"Let me buy you some coffee." Blaine chuckled

"I have money-"

"I don't mind, really, just…let's catch up?" Blaine nodded

"Alright."

oOo

They made their way to the nearest coffee shop, Kurt bought them both coffee and they took their seats.

"I'm not surprised." Blaine said thoughtfully, taking a sip of his coffee

"What?" Kurt asked

"That you turned out to be something great, I kind of always knew you would." Kurt smiled

"Funny, I thought the same about you." Blaine choked a bit, Kurt didn't mean for it to sound so harsh, but he was just so used to speaking to people he disliked, he kind of couldn't control it.

"I know this seems…bad…but there's a reason, I swear."

"Tell me about your life, then." Kurt smiled warmly at him "What are you doing?"

"I was working for a local theatre company, and rooming with some guys, but just recently everything kind of…fell apart." Kurt cocked his head to the side

"How so?"

"The theatre company 'laid me off' and my roommates kicked me out." Kurt frowned

"Why? What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing, they found out I was gay, I guess you really can't escape prejudice." He shrugged, Kurt was trying (unsuccessfully) not to gape.

"You. You're gay. Blaine Anderson." Blaine smirked

"That I am."

"No you're not." Kurt shook his head "You were popular during high school, there's no way."

"Well, that's because I didn't even come out until I was out of Ohio." He sighed "it was selfish and cruel, but I saw what they did to you, Kurt, and I didn't want that to happen to me." Kurt waved his hand

"You weren't ready, then" Kurt said, because he understood "If I even had the slightest chance at pretending I was straight, I would have done it." Blaine smiled and took a sip of his coffee

"Thank you for this."

oOo

"Do you have a place to stay?"

"Well, I was just going to stay at the-"

"Don't you even say 'the shelter'." Kurt warned, Blaine shut his mouth. "You can stay with me."

"I really couldn't, you've been kind enough already," Kurt smiled

"Did you know that in highschool, you were the only guy who was nice to me?" Blaine shook his head "you have me hope, so Blaine, please, let me do this for you." Blaine nodded quietly and followed Kurt back to his BMW.

oOo

A few days later, Blaine had picked up his clothes from his apartment and set up residence in Kurt's guest bedroom. He was out job hunting the next day.

"How did it go?" Kurt asked, Blaine shrugged

"I interviewed in a few placed, they said they'd get back to me." Kurt nodded, Blaine opened his mouth, "If you say thank you one more time, I'm going to kick you out." Blaine snapped his jaw shut.

"It's kind of hard to remember that you're this big designer." Blaine chuckled, "you seem so normal." Kurt smiled

"Well, I'd hope to seem normal, I'm not going to let anything go to my head, if that's what you mean." He said "I worked hard for what I have, and I'm grateful for it." Blaine nodded

"I wouldn't have thought anything else."

"Wanna watch a movie tonight? I picked up When Harry met Sally." Blaine beamed

"I love that movie!"

oOo

Kurt had somehow managed to keep a respectable distance between the two of them during the movie. No matter how much he wanted to just curl into Blaine's side, he couldn't. Kurt sighed contentedly as he turned the DVD off by remote, leaving the room in a soft blue glow from the blank TV screen.

"I was kind of in love with you, you know." Blaine said suddenly, and Kurt look up at him in shock because what the hell.

"What?" he breathed

"In high school, I admired you, you weren't afraid to be who you are, and I just…you moved me, Kurt, every day, I wish I'd had the kind of courage you have." And that was all it took, really, for Kurt to just dive forward and press his lips against Blaine's. He'd dreamed of this day since high school. Blaine Anderson, finally, was within his grasp.

"I think I was kind of in love with you, too." Kurt commented softly as he pulled away, and right now, he wasn't the suave clear spoken designer anymore, he was a cloudy minded teenager again. Blaine chuckled

"And what about now?" and it didn't matter that they had only really began talking again a week ago, because Blaine was everything Kurt had ever wanted and he wasn't about to let it go that easily. Kurt found himself smirking and leaning into Blaine once again

"Well, I'm not sure much has changed."

(AUTHORS NOTE: So…yeah.)