Second last chapter. I actually don't want this fic to end, but I'm glad you guys have enjpyed the journey so far. This chapter is basically the climax(hehe) of the story, just a heads up. Next chapter is mostly just Kurt and Elliott together. stuff happens. 'nuff said...
Anyways, read and review. Maybe one day there will be a sequel. I don't know! Just saying, it's a possibility. Also, this first part is Kurt's POV.
When I looked back to Blaine, he was eyeing the door a while before his eyes dropped. "So you were at Elliott's the whole time." He mused, "You let everyone think you'd disappeared. Rachel started thinking the worst. I was so worried."
I scoffed at that, walking past him to the living room. "'Cause it's my fault you cheated, causing me to run to my friend for comfort and not pick up any of your calls." I drawled. "I mean, really. Who runs to someone for comfort after being told the man you're engaged to has been cheating on you for months!?"
"You were never there!" He protested, "You ran off to New York while I was trapped in Lima! I was alone."
"Now I'm glad you had time alone so I could learn what kind of person you really are." I retorted and he paused. "It was a waste for you to come here, since there isn't anything to fix at this point."
"We can still try to fix it." He tried.
"And how?" I hissed, "Forgive and forget? Have me sleep with someone else? How about we just officially end this? Because being this far apart and waiting for you to come to NYADA seems to be the cause of all this! Or is it the fact you just can't keep it in your pants for a while longer?" His jaw clenched at that last remark. But I really didn't give a damn anymore. "I love you, Blaine. I always will. You were my first love, that can never change." I assured, eyes softening as tears began to fill them, "But I can't be with you anymore. Not if this is how it's going to be. It's unhealthy for the both of us."
"Kurt..." He breathed, walking closer.
I shook my head as a tear left my eye, "I'll give you some money for a cab to take you to the train station." My eyes dropped to his chest, "I'll be there in Lima in time for graduation." I could easily tell he wanted to protest, but for once he only nodded, turning for the door.
When he reached it, he turned back to face me, "Just... One question." I nodded, "I know Elliott likes you and that you even like him." He paused a second, like he was scared to ask the question. "Have... Did something ever... Happen... between you two?" I huffed at that, looking at the floor for a moment.
"Yes." I answered, a little surprised his expression didn't change at my reply. I stood there as he pulled the door open, disappearing into the hall.
(Elliott's POV)
It felt like years while we all waited in the hall, unable to hear anything Kurt and Blaine were saying through the solid brick walls. Dani was cross-legged on the floor, Santana leaned against the wall across from me doing the same, and Rachel pacing back and forth down the hall.
"Will you chill out, Berry?" Santana pleaded, rolling her eyes.
"How could Kurt not tell me what happened?!" The actress exclaimed, "I mean, I'm his best friend! He's supposed to tell me everything! But instead he disappears and doesn't even tell me where he's gone!?"
"Please." Santana sighed, "Were you even listening? He was with Elliott, who, I'm pretty sure, is his actual best friend. Get over it!"
Suddenly the door began to slide open and when I looked, Blaine was walking out, his eyes drifting to see us before staring directly at me. He walked closer, staring up at me with anger in his eyes. Hurt, even. No idea what he even had the right to be hurt about, given his position. "If you ever hurt him, I swear I'll tear you to shreds without second thought." He hissed before passing us, heading for the elevator. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as he disappeared from sight, but the moment I no longer saw him, I turned and walked back into the apartment to find Kurt.
He was standing in the living room, arms wrapped around his midsection and his eyes pointed to the ground, tears falling from his eyes. My eyes softened at the sight, rushing to him. But he met me half way, gripping at my shirt and tucking his face in my chest, my arms wrapping tight around him. "It's okay, Kurt." I whispered, kissing into his hair, "Relax, baby. It's okay. I got you." I heard footsteps of the others entering the apartment. But neither of us pulled away. We only stood there, my arms wrapped protectively around him while he held on to my shirt.
That night we spent at Kurt's.
Santana decided to crash at Dani's to give Kurt some space. Or to avoid all the awkward. Either one. Rachel refused to leave, though. Then again, she didn't really have another place to go.
He'd leant me a pair of pajama pants too big for him and we were both sitting on the couch while Rachel walked in from the kitchen with a cup of hot cocoa, setting it on the coffee table. "How are you feeling?" She asked him, sitting on the chair next to the couch while he reclined against my chest, my arms wrapped around his stomach and a quilt draped as high as his collar.
"I could be worse..." He replied in almost a mumble, "I could be numb to the very core and be unable to consume literally anything, even words."
"Give it time." I whispered with a slight smile and he turned over, crossing his arms over my chest and resting his head on top, staring at me with such tender eyes. "If you've gotten through this once, you'll do it again." A faint smile pulled at his lips, tilting his head to rest on his cheek.
"The first time he told me he cheated, we still slept in the same bed and he left the next day." he explained, "Then he wouldn't stop apologizing, even after I'd gotten in… I think it was a relationship. We never really kissed or anything…" Then he looked to Rachel, laughing soft, "I ended up screwing him both in a limousine at my old teachers' wedding, and a hotel during the reception. If I have to do this again, I'm glad I have you beside me instead." My smile widened a little at the story, bringing a hand to his cheek, brushing my knuckles along his skin and his eyes slipped shut at the touch.
"So it's finally happening. Huh?" Rachel smirked and we both looked to her, watching as she pointed a finger going back and forth between us, "You two...?" At that I looked back to Kurt, a little frozen at her assumption. He had the same look on his face. Despite all that's happened, we'd never truly spoke of what it all meant. What it meant for the two of us. After all, were we...?
His eyes softened, but before either of us could even think of what to say, she stood from her chair, "Try not to do anything too cute, too gross or too loud. I'm off to bed. Goodnight!" We watched as she walked to her curtain, disappearing into her room as she pulled the fabric to shield her surroundings.
A sigh left my lips and I looked back to Kurt, his head rested on my chest once more, a soft, low moan rolling in his throat. "You're exhausted." I bluntly pointed out with a tender smile, trailing my fingers up and down his back, "Should I carry you to bed?"
"Hmmmmm, nooo." He whined, eyes slipping shut a moment, fighting to open again, "I should finish my cocoa first." I huffed a soft laugh at that, slipping out from beneath him and grabbing the mug off the table, walking to the kitchen to set it on the counter before walking back to the couch. I slipped my hands beneath his back and knees, carefully picking him into my arms and carrying him to his room.
Resting him on the bed, I paused a moment to pull my shirt off, dropping it to the floor before climbing over him. Hovering over him, I leaned in to leave a tender kiss on his forehead, then his cheek and finally his lips. But as I went to pull away a hand rested on my cheek and his head lifted a little, kissing me again just a little harder, drawing me back. My hand brushed along his clothed thigh, slipping beneath his shirt and running over his skin. He gasped into my lips from the contact and I pulled away to stare down at him. "Am I moving too fast?" I asked in a careful whisper. "I won't try anything tonight."
"No, I'm fine." He assured, his eyes fighting to stay open while he stared up at me in the dark. My eyes softened with a smile, kissing him again. But brief this time.
I dropped to his side and turned to face him, watching as he reached under the covers, soon revealing his pajama pants and tossing them aside, curling close. "I hate wearing pants to bed." He whispered tiredly, nestling my neck. I only smiled at the gesture, wrapping an arm around his slender waist, his leg entangling with mine while he drifted in my arms. Despite all that's happened these past few days, I didn't think about any of it the moment we snuggled like this. None of it mattered anymore. Having Kurt in my embrace with no one to tear him away, I didn't care about anything anymore. Only what was happening now mattered.
Whether or not it would be the last.
Next chapter is last chapter. I know, but it's got to be done...