a/n: and the last part's up! so... i hope you guys enjoy, please tell me what you thought in a review! thanks for reading, and much love! :)

disclaimer: one day, i'll wake up and find glee sitting in a neatly wrapped box in my christmas stocking. i'll then pull out a mysterious megaphone and scream 'Klaine! Samcedes! Kurtchel! Blam! Go, go, GO!' , snap my fingers, and the show will be exactly how i want it. i'll be sure to let you guys know when it happens. until then, not mine.

spoilers: wow. none. zero. zilch. nada. :)

Weakness

'It's boring, Blaine... and unrealistic.'

'Oh, right, because a film about a talking mermaid who dreams about living on land, has her voice stolen by an evil sea-witch and ends up marrying a handsome sailor prince is so realistic, isn't it? And anyway, Pocahontas is based on a true story! I don't understand why no-one likes it!'

'Whatever. I still say we're watching The Little Mermaid.'

'I'll... I'll tickle you if you don't let me watch what I want, you big bully!'

'Sure, I'm so scared, I'm literally quaking – Blaine Anderson, put me down right this – aargh!'

Reference

'You know, I kinda feel like we're Lily and James right now...' you think about what you've just said for a few seconds, realise the impracticalities in there, and rush to correct them. 'Except the whole bit about Lily hating James at the beginning, 'cause you actually liked me from the beginning... and I wasn't an arrogant big-headed idiot who went around bullying scrawny kids who looked like bats... okay, so actually we aren't that much like Lily and James. But whatever, right...?'

You look up from your rambling to find Kurt looking at the sky as if he's talking to God.

'Someone please tell me why it is that I just agreed to marry the guy who references Harry Potter just after he proposes, manages to insult his fiancé by calling him a girl, and then realises that the part of Harry Potter he referenced wasn't even that romantic in the first place. Why?'

You just give him your most charming smile and answer 'Because you love me, of course!'

Frown

'C'mon, turn that frown upside down, baby!' you sing to some random, made-up tune as you enter your apartment to find Kurt looking murderous. He just raises one (very well-practised) eyebrow.

'Honestly, Blaine? Turn that frown upside down? That's supposed to make me feel better?'

Supporting

You love-love-love knowing that you're always the first one he rushes to hug after you turn up backstage to meet him after his latest show - it make you feel special. But what you love-love-love even more are those evenings when you're playing guitar on the street corner, just messing around with random tunes and people-watching, and he turns up across the street, watching you proudly and giving his bitch-glare to your gaggle of teenage fangirls. Also, his face when you use the phrase 'love-love-love' in front of him for the first time.

Eleven

'Holy hell, Blaine, where's that from?'

Kurt's staring with a rapidly paling face at the long scar that runs down your arm. It's been there for more than ten years.

'It's nothing, just from elementary school... got shoved into a locker the wrong way, that's all.'

Looking at his horrified expression, you wonder if you should've just said you fell off your bike or something.

Medicine

When you walk into your room at 9 o'clock on a cold December evening, after a really long late shift, all you really want to do is take a long shower and go to sleep. And then you realise that the lump under the duvet, which you thoughts was just a pillow or something, is most definitely not a pillow, and is almost certainly alive, because you're pretty sure it just sneezed.

'Kurt? Is that you?'

'Mmmm...' comes a tiny little mumble from under the covers, which you take as a yes. You pull back the blanket to find a red-eyed, blotchy-faced Kurt surrounded by tissues.

'Oh, sweetie, you're really not doing good, are you? Do you want me to go make you something? I'm pretty sure you haven't eaten anything at all today except that carton of Ben & Jerry's I can see on the floor... that's what happened last time. And I suppose you're gonna need some cough drops or something...'

'I'm not ill!' is the only (very squeaky) reply that you get. Kurt has a tendency to go into denial when he gets a cold, which you've pretty much learnt to deal with by now.

'Sure, keep telling yourself that, baby...'

And with that, you head off to the bathroom to see what you can dig out of the medicine cupboard.

Like

Kurt Hummel: Blaine Anderson, is there a reason you decided to like every single one of my photos? Just that my notifications, y'know, DIED. No big deal. *is annoyed*

Spoiling

'White boy, you are gonna spoil that girl to death! You really have to stop it, it's not good for her, you hear me?'

'Yeah, okay, Mercedes... hang on a minute, she wants something...'

Thinking

'Kurt, I was just thinking – '

'Oh my gosh! Someone, write that down, it has to be some kind of record! Blaine was thinking!'

'...why you gotta be so mean?'

'Now, now, Blaine, Taylor Swift is not going to solve anything this time...'

Egg

'Okay, Blaine have you – JESUS CHRIST! Blaine, I asked you to crack two eggs over the bowl, not to throw them at the freaking ceiling! What the hell happened?'

'Sorry, Kurt - they just kind of... exploded!'

All this earns you is the patented Kurt Hummel eyeroll.

Magazine

It's become a little tradition of yours – every time Kurt features in a magazine, or one of his designs are modelled, you cut out the page and stick it up on the fridge along with Danni and Alex's five-year-old drawings, the photos of the four of you together, and the lyrics to the five songs that you've written for him, scrawled down in your messy handwriting. The result is a crazy, crazy collage of your family (God, saying that is never going to get old) that never fails to cheer you up when you get home from work.

Where

You must be having a good effect on him, you think happily, as you realise that he knows that his favourite mug is missing from its usual place on the kitchen counter, and he still hasn't started screaming at you about it yet.

'Blaaaiiine...do you know where my mug is?'

Okay, maybe you should take that back.

'Blaine Anderson!'

Yeah. Definitely.

Fail

'Hey, sweetie, what – Blaine, what are you doing?'

'Oh, crap! You're back early, Kurt!'

Kurt is pre-occupied trying to see what you're trying to hide behind you; too busy to even hear you.

'Blaine, were you trying to make me dinner?'

'Well... yes... but I think the operative word there was trying.'

Kurt takes one look at the over-cooked pasta sitting behind you on the stove, and the garlic bread that is almost definitely burnt, and the wine glasses sitting on the table that are half empty because you were scared of spilling the wine that he spent so much money on. The next thing you know, you're practically being smothered in the tightest hug you've ever had.

'You...are the...sweetest...thing...ever!' he manages to squeeze in between frantic kisses. He pauses for a minute to consider the kitchen, then adds 'But you're utter inability to make anything work in the kitchen will never fail to amaze me, darling.'

Emotion

That's the thing about Kurt – he's always been so good at hiding his emotions, at keeping up a facade, at acting. But when his dad dies after the third heart attack, you know he's going to crack soon enough – Burt meant the world to him. It's all you can do to keep from falling apart, really, because Burt was just as much a father to you as he was to Kurt. Now, though, it's up to you and Finn to keep Kurt and Carole together, so you just take your husband's hand and hold him when he finally succumbs to those racking, terrible, haunting sobs that only come when you lose someone you love.

Theme

When Rachel calls your house in a daze after Finn (finally!) proposes to her, you see the way Kurt's eyes light up, the way his whole person just seems to start glowing at the prospect of another wedding, in a way it hasn't since his dad died, and you know instantly what you have to do.

'Rach... could you possibly let Kurt be the wedding planner? I mean, I haven't seen him this happy since Burt died, it would mean so much to him... and I know he's being best man already and everything but – '

Rachel cuts you off with a brisk 'Stop rambling, silly! Of course Kurt's being the wedding planner! He always was, even from the start! Don't worry, me and Finn have it all sorted out!'

Fast

You're waiting here outside Kurt's office in central New York, until he gets out of work, ready to take him out for dinner – God knows he deserves it, he's been working so hard this week because of London Fashion Week, you've barely seen him. Caught up in thoughts of what to do for Danni's seventh birthday, you don't even notice Kurt sneaking up behind you until he whispers in your ear.

'Waiting for someone, sweetheart?'

'Oh my God, Kurt, don't do that to me! How did you even get here so quickly anyway?'

'Wouldn't you like to know, Blaine Anderson.'

Managing

You stare at the phone.

Ever since Kurt left, that's all you've been doing, really, and blasting 'The One That Got Away' at ridiculous volumes (he never did understand your Katy Perry obsession). Santana has to come around and force-feed you meals after she found you passed out once because you hadn't eaten in three days, while Brittany wonders in a small voice 'Why do you look so sad, Blaine? Kurtie always looks sad too now. If you're both so sad then maybe you should just get back together.' You wish you could live in a world governed by Britt's naive logic. But Kurt can't just come back, you can't just get back together, and it hurts so fucking bad.

You stare at the phone some more.

Judgment

You always have loved the way that his smile grows just a little bit wider when you walk into a coffee shop holding hands and no-one even cares.

Stream

'God, this place is gorgeous, Blaine!'

'Just like you, then, isn't it?'

Kurt just grins at you as he pulls you closer.

'Flattery will get you everywhere, babe.'

Drip

drip, drip, drip.

'Ugh. Rain.'

You pause High School Musical 3, looking up at Kurt to see him staring out the window in disgust. And then... well, the idea is too perfect to resist. You jump up off the couch, extending one hand to him and using the other to point at the screen.

'Come on, then... let's be Troy and Gabriella.'

He crosses his arms and frowns.

'No, no, no way. I still can't believeyou're actually watching that movie, Blaine!'

You drag him towards you anyway, and when he's close enough you lean in and whisper, 'Can I have this dance?', because you know just how to make him swoon after all these years. It works, too, since he smiles and whispers back, touching your foreheads together.

'Yes. Yes, you may.'

a/n number two: okay. i'm sorry. i apologise for managing and emotion. i cried when i killed burt. *sad face*. but i had to do it! in the name of art, don't kill me! also... sorry about the cheesy and lame ending. i wanted to make it special... and then drip happened. oh well... review, please?