A/N: Sorry for the long time between updates! I know you all want to know what happens next (*cough* look at the title). I think this is the best chapter I've EVER written so please let me know what you think!

When I rule the world I'll plant flowers and own Blaine and Kurt and Glee and this song featured in this chapter. But, alas, I do not.

Kurt sat at a table away from the door of the ice cream shop mainly to hide his face. He was used to being so strong, but there was a point where it got too much, even for Kurt. He felt horrible. Blaine stormed out of that restaurant, and it seemed like he was furious with everybody. With the world. With him. That frightened Kurt the most. He'd always hear these stories about couples breaking up over every little disagreement or argument. It frightened him to know end that he and Blaine would become like those couples.

Kurt saw his face in the back of his spoon. His face was very red and the remnants of his last tears remained on his amber eyelashes. He just couldn't cry anymore. He hadn't touched his ice cream either. It was a good thing that he got it in a bowl. It was half melted now.

"Um, excuse me, sir? I'm going to have to ask you to leave. It's closing time," a young woman asked Kurt politely.

Kurt quickly wiped his eyes with his napkin. "Of course. Excuse me." He walked quickly to and out the door and on to the cold streets of New York.

Blaine sat on the bed with his back to the headboard. His arms were wrapped around his bent knees, his head bowed. Gosh, I'm such an idiot! Kurt probably hates me now. A single tear rolled down Blaine's cheek after first lingering on his long, dark eyelashes for what seemed like centuries.

Blaine looked up and saw his keyboard in the corner. Making music always made Blaine feel better. He sat down and played the first and only song that could ever come to his head at a time like this. He didn't sing because he didn't think his voice would be steady. Instead he closed his eyes, letting his fingers roll over the keys of the piano effortlessly. He could picture the notes scrolling across the page in his head. He's played this song so much that he could do it in his sleep. He began the bridge before the second verse when he heard a soft, but ever so sweet melody behind him; he almost didn't hear it because he was so immersed in the music.

Now I know it ain't easy

But it ain't hard trying

Every time I see you smiling

And I feel you so close to me

And you tell me

The melody grew louder on this next lyric:

Baby, you're not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down

Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

Blaine glanced over his shoulder and was taken back by the person of whom the melody was from. Kurt came over to the piano and stared straight into Blaine's hazel eyes at this next part.

It don't matter what'll come to be

Our love is all we need to make it through

It was Blaine's turn to sing like never before.

I still have trouble

I trip and stumble

Trying to make sense of things sometimes

I look for reasons

But I don't need 'em

All I need is to look in your eyes

And Blaine did just that. He was looking into Kurt's eyes with such passion that's never been there before. All that mattered at that exact moment in time was Kurt. Blaine felt as he was looking into Kurt's blue eyes that he was being absorbed in everything that was Kurt. He wanted to stare into them forever and be dissolved into Kurt so that there was no more Blaine.

And I realize

Baby I'm not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna take us down

Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

Both Blaine and Kurt belted out the last part of this song not once removing their gaze from each other's eyes.

It don't matter what'll come to be

Our love is all we need to make it through

Blaine held his hands on the keys at the last note and he rested them there long after the sound ceased on the keyboard.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, tears in his eyes.

"No. I'm sorry, Blaine," Kurt breathed back onto Blaine's lips.

Kurt kissed Blaine on the mouth tenderly pushing him lightly back on the piano stool. Kurt straddled Blaine, sitting on his lap, each holding the other tightly and never letting go. They both didn't want to lose each other like earlier. It was more like they didn't want to lose themselves. Blaine was lost without Kurt, and Kurt was lost without Blaine. Kurt nuzzled his nose on Blaine's and rested his head in the perfect contours of Blaine's neck. He swore that Blaine's neck was made in that precise way, as if it knew that Kurt's head would someday have to fit there.

"I wanted to come back as soon as I left," Blaine muttered. "I was being stupid."

"No, Blaine. I should have stood up to that waiter as well as back you up."

"I should have just walked away. I'm sorry Kurt; I'm not as used to the hate as you are. It would have been better to just walk away and report him to the police or state or president or whatever."

Kurt started to say something else but Blaine silenced him by a kiss. He didn't stop with just one. Blaine kissed Kurt over and over on the lips, as if each kiss was their last. And Kurt was kissing back with such tenderness; it was like he wanted Blaine to know that he was there and alive and in the moment with him.

Kurt reached one hand up Blaine's back and into his dark curls. Likewise, Blaine rested his hand on the small of Kurt's back underneath his shirt. They stopped kissing for a moment, their hands still rested where they were. Kurt had tears in his eyes and one just rolled down his left cheek. When he looked up into Blaine's eyes, he saw that there was an identical tear cascading down Blaine's cheek at the exact same moment.