A/N: You guys?! Almost 300reviews and over 340followers?! *dead* Here's Ch.27 as a token of my Klaine-centric gratitude ;)

Chapter 27:: Through the Mist

Brooklyn 9:25am

"Kurt, it's been a four days since you last talked to Blaine, don't you think it's about time you guys meet and just talk about it?" Rachel asked, her sad smile waning when she saw her best friend shake his head immediately.

"I can't," Kurt finally spoke, flipping the pan and the omelet expertly with a flair.

Ever since the blowup that occurred at work, Kurt has been temporarily rooming with Rachel and Brittany again in their Brooklyn loft apartment. He had always left some backup clothes, belongings and an extra hairspray can back there ever since he'd moved in with Blaine and Santana in Manhattan. On one hand, he was ecstatic to see Rachel and Brittany more often recently as well as sleeping in his old bed again but on the other…he felt hollow.

He'd been beating himself up for the way he handled the Sebastian incident and while he knew he was responsible for not telling Blaine as soon as he humanly could, he also felt even more horrible for what he said to Blaine the day he decked Sebastian before all his co-workers.

I just saw a very dark and different side of you right there, he had said to a shaking Blaine right after his boyfriend—are we still boyfriends? Are we broken up now? Oh god—accidentally elbowed him harshly while trying to throw another punch at a nose-bleeding Sebastian.

The more he thought about it, he didn't blame Blaine for the way he reacted. But Kurt still felt guilty for messing everything up. After all, Blaine has not ever called or texted him since the ordeal although Santana sometimes calls him to ask how he's doing.

At least Santana doesn't hate me.

"He hates me," Kurt slouches as he poured his omelet onto a plate to accompany his morning coffee for another non-Blaine breakfast. "And I screwed…everything up, Rachel. He's never going to forgive me for not telling him the truth when I had so many chances to."

Grabbing a seat beside her, he perked up to see Brittany emerging from her own bedroom—when Kurt and Rachel had first bought the apartment together, they already made sure it had an extra third bedroom for a guest (a decision they never regretted)—and the blonde woman was only sporting a bathroom robe and bunny slippers. Brittany skipped over to grab some coffee too and plopped a seat beside the two, joining Rachel in sending Kurt a collective pout.

"Okay, I don't think Blaine hates you," Rachel mumbled, sipping at her hot beverage. "He's just hurt and confused just like you are. You need to talk to him. Plus, I've noticed you've been cooking us very glamorous and extensive meals since you moved back in with us."

Kurt sighed: cooking was a way to let go of some of his stress. It had originated from when his mother died when he was young and he had to learn to cook meals for his father who was still struggling to come to terms with her death. It was just one of those things he still continued doing today and without Blaine, Kurt had never been so engrossed with cooking and using his culinary skills to calm down than before.

"You noticed, huh?" Kurt deadpanned, looking over to see that he'd also cooked hearty omelets with side salads (for the vegetarian that is Rachel Berry) and bacon and sausages (for Brittany). The two ladies began feasting on their Hummel-created meals too and Brittany cleared her throat after accepting the lovely breakfast with her eager fork.

"Did you at least get some sleep, dolphin?"

Letting out a sarcastic laugh, "I stayed up until three in the morning to watch Grey's Anatomy so I'm lucky I start work at 10:30am today. Graham has been very generous with me coming to work a bit later than usual but things are still awkward and tense at work since then though."

The ladies sent him sad smiles.

"Is it weird that I've only known Blaine for just over four months and without him, I feel…"

"Empty?" Rachel provided.

Kurt crumpled again, heaving a deep sigh to get rid of his pent-up emotions within. "The worst part is that he trusted me completely. I was the one who helped changed him to try to be better than who he was way back before we met," he hesitated. "And I hurt him."

"You fell in love with him," Rachel continued, exhaling. "There's nothing wrong with that. But a foundation of every great relationship is communication. Without it, it all falls apart and since it's been four days since you last talked or heard from him, you need to step up and talk to him again. Otherwise, it's just going to get worse."

"Santana called me," Brittany said. "She's worried that Blaine's turning back to the way he was before he met you. He hasn't said much since and he's hurting too. He's afraid he injured you too badly but he's scared you'll tell him off if he ever wants to visit and make sure you're okay."

"Which is why, after work today, you are going to march up to Blaine's place so you two can talk."

Instantly, Kurt's eyes bulged. "What?! No! I can't! He's angry with me and I don't want—"

"You'll never know unless you see him," Brit urged.

"That has got to be the worst idea either of you have ever had!" Kurt defended, shaking his head defiantly. "I'm not ready, okay? Plus, I need to head off to work now—"

"Just so you know, we won't let you in here tonight unless you've talked to Blaine," Rachel cocked her head, smirking when Kurt snarled at her. "Brit and I will lock you out—"

"Um, how do locks work again?" Brittany interjected, puzzled. But Rachel waved her off with a resigned sigh.

"You're gonna lock me out of my own apartment? The apartment I bought with my own hard-earned cash?" Kurt blinked. "I sacrificed by Playbills for this loft, Berry! And I have my own set of keys—"

"Ah ah," Rachel held up a finger. "We bought it together. And yes, if it means that you could still pursue the love of your life, then we will lock you out. I'll be sneaky then: the second you unlock the door, I'll lock it again—"

"Childish, the both of you."

"Coach Sylvester called me that in high school!" Brittany grinned, making Kurt and Rachel frown at the irrelevant statement.

And Kurt finally agreed when Rachel threatened to throw his Justin Timberlake poster out the window as well.

Lower Manhattan 10:45am

"Why, hello Kurt."

The foreign voice snapped Kurt out of his thoughts as he averted his sight from his computer screen to his boss standing with a smile in front of him. Kurt had been a bit more relaxed this morning since not one of his co-workers have given him weird looks so far, a sign that they're putting the four-days old incident in the past. "Sweet Gaga, that was completely uncalled for, Graham!"

Crossing his arms, Graham chuckled and as the sharply-dressed man neared to lean against Kurt's cubicle-desk, the scent of his Tommy Hilfiger cologne permeated Kurt's tired senses. "As much as I want to keep holding out for you, I'm afraid I'm gonna need you to start coming to work the same time as you originally did before. We're amidst the launch and publication of Blaine's novel and I need everyone concentrating on it."

The name of his lover alone struck a broken chord inside Kurt's heart, "O-of course, sorry about the late arrivals lately—"

"Hmmm, speaking of Blaine, how are you doing?" Graham questioned. "I mean, I've called Blaine to discuss about his novel but I'm not sure how you two are doing. Ever since what happened a couple days ago, I just want you to know I came to a decision and I had to fire Sebastian."

The countertenor's eyebrows rose abruptly. "Wait, you fired him?!"

"I had to," Graham runs a steady hand through his perfectly-styled pompadour hair, exhaling. "Obviously, it had to mean something that Sebastian was left all bloodied on my floor and while he was sent to the hospital, I individually interviewed every one of my floor's employees, including you if you remember, and most said he was the harassing and troublesome type. Guess I've been blind all along as to what he's been doing all this time. Plus, I have to make sure the working environment is safe for everyone here."

"Wow," was all Kurt could say, heart flipping that the Sebastard is now gone from his life while gaining more respect for his boss for doing the right thing. He briefly looked over with a stunned expression at where Sebastian's desk was, now emptied except for a computer and a lamp. "I don't know why I didn't report him as soon as I could, to be honest."

Now standing upright, Graham cleared his throat and self-consciously fixed his tie. "The thing is that I was actually considering either you or Sebastian to be promoted to an editor here as soon as there's an opening." Kurt froze, fully knowing the hard economy they're in now. "But since he's no longer with us, I guess we'll have to wait for a position just for you, Hummel."

Kurt's jaw dropped, "Ar-are you serious?"

Nodding, he hummed but just as he turned to leave Kurt to his work, "Oh, and talk to Blaine, Kurt. Word of advice from someone who's been in a lot of fights with my wife who somehow still loves me after all that drama: just talk to him. And I have to admit, you two complement each other."

For a moment, he sat still, dumbfounded as Graham ventured off.

Then, the secretary allowed a little hopeful smile, despite his Herculean efforts to not let it emerge.

Manhattan 8:05pm

The elevator music was interrupted by its doors finally parting to reveal Blaine's penthouse door at the end of the short hallway. After all, Blaine's place was the only property on this building's rooftop.

Fuck, what am I doing? I can't do this! I-I'm not ready to see him yet, a conflicted Kurt was lost in a hurricane of turbulent thoughts as he gathered up his guts to just exit the elevator. Shaking, he took a deep breath and proceeded to amble towards Blaine's door, biting his lip nervously as he held on tightly to his Salvatore Ferragamo messenger bag.

But he knew he needed to do this. He needed to know if he truly screwed up his chance to be with Blaine and he willed himself to fish out his own key to unlock the door.

Silence was the first thing Kurt noted when he saw the illuminated lavish living room and kitchen before him upon closing the door. Ambling over, he saw a note on the fridge that read "Off to grab some groceries, Blaine. And damn, just call Lady Hummel! - Santana"

Knitting his eyebrows together, he turned to observe how all the other rooms were dark except for the trickle of light coming from beneath the door to the study. Fuck.

The author looked up from his laptop, his eyes widening behind the lenses of his thick-framed glasses, paralyzed by the sight of his lover by his door.

"Kurt?" He blinked, slowly shifting his seated posture to face him. He stumbled a little as his vision allowed me to recognize just how mesmerizing Kurt looked as always. "You're here—"

"Hi," Kurt closed the door behind him, smiling nervously. "I just wanted to drop by and…talk."

It required an Olympian effort for Blaine to just remain seated and not allow himself to heed his deepest desire to just run up and give Kurt the most passionate, apologetic and heavenly kiss. He didn't want to rush to things and scare Kurt off though. So, he just stayed there, restraining his inner romantic beast, his hazel eyes doing inarticulate things to Kurt's heart. "Look, Kurt—"

"I'm sorry," Kurt let it out, approaching Blaine's desk. "It's all my fault for not being honest with you. I should've told you about Sebastian and everything way earlier than I did and look where it's gotten us. Oh, Sebastian got fired actually. Plus it's been four days since I've last seen you and I wanted to give you your space but it's been so hard without you, Blaine. And I'm just so sorry about everything—"

Fuck it, the author ignored his restraint, gradually rising from his chair and slowly approached his rambling boyfriend, not muttering a word as Kurt went on and on.

"—Look, Blaine. I perfectly understand the way you reacted back there but I just was so shocked at the moment and I'm sorry for pushing you away and oh god, you're coming closer to me now. Blaine, I—mmmph!"

There were hands on his cheeks then, drawing him close while a familiar pair of lips crashed against his, understanding yet loving, and Kurt desperately reciprocated, meeting Blaine halfway as they stood there, not letting go. "I'm s-sorry," Kurt's voice ghosted over Blaine's tan visage amidst the sudden makeout session and Blaine simply encircles his arms around Kurt's slender waist and pulled him in, both feeling remnant tears across their respective cheeks. It felt like a blissful drink of water after spending an infinity on a desert.

"That bastard deserved it," Blaine breathed, pulling back, resting his forehead and Kurt sighing as he felt his boyfriend's stubble and glasses against his face. "But you didn't deserve what I did to you. I'm sorry for hurting you back there. I was just protecting you after everything you've told me about McKinley—"

"Alright, let's make a truce, okay? We both agree we're at fault here, especially me since I wasn't initially honest with you and we try to move on from this. From this moment on, this is an apology-free zone."

Blaine nodded, face swelling as his eyes grew watery—he missed Kurt far too much. By instinct, he lowered a hand over where he believed he'd accidentally elbowed Kurt during the ordeal and Kurt looked at him. "I'm okay," the secretary reassured him. "Trust me, I'm okay."

The author could only break down when Kurt enveloped him with a tight hug that rivaled that of a giant anaconda, soothing him as Blaine still cursed himself mentally for injuring him unintentionally. A minute went by as Kurt led a hiccupping Blaine to a nearby couch and Kurt's own eyes began welling up again, his boyfriend practically collapsing in his arms was too much to bear.

Blaine finally croaked, "I swore I'd never h-hurt you—"

"Hey, shhhh. To be fair, I hurt you first for lying to you. It's okay now, love. I'm okay. We're gonna be okay. And I love you—"

"Love you too," Blaine cleared his throat, slightly regaining his composure before moaning when Kurt dove back for another passionate kiss. Their kiss turned very sloppy and desperate soon afterwards and within seconds, Kurt tossed his bowtie aside and unbuttoned his shirt; Blaine didn't complain as he also momentarily removed his sweater and quickly cupped Kurt's cheeks again, both groaning as the leather couch screeched under their urges. "Kurt, I…I want to…I—"

"Fuck, I've missed you." Kurt bit his lip, both knowing they needed to feel close after being so apart. "B-bedroom, love."

The author seemed to love the suggestion instantaneously, grunting when Kurt rose and ran-led him to their formerly-shared bedroom, kicking the door closed and he yelped when Blaine shoved him down onto the soft sheets and pillows below, watching darkly as Blaine climbed on, raining little kisses and licks across Kurt's bare neck and shoulder.

He laughed when Kurt struggled to unzip his pants, "Impatient little Hummel—"

"Shut up and get naked, Anderson." Laughing again, the man then stumbled just after both lost their pants when he saw Kurt freeze.

"Wh-what, babe?" He asked, concerned yet lightheaded as he used all his self-control to stay still, proving almost impossible as Kurt looked so gorgeous before him.

"This would be the first time we're having sex since you got your sight back," Kurt explained, tone timid. Instantly, Blaine understood: Kurt was insecure since this'll be the first time he'll actually get to see the physical scars across his lover's hips, which were caused by the bullying and locker-shoving back at McKinley.

Verbal communication became briefly futile when Blaine captured Kurt's lips, inhaling deeply, sending messages of love and understanding. "I love you with every fiber in my body, Kurt. And I'm here for you now, okay? You're just so fucking perfect, it's sad you don't see the same."

Kurt gulped, emotional. Cautiously, he shivered when Blaine gently placed his hands over Kurt's waistband and upon nodding his approval, Kurt gasped when Blaine stripped him of his last item of clothing and both fell silent.

Holy.

Fuck.

Guess I'm seeing Kurt's manhood for the first time too, Blaine choked.

Blaine ogled, stared at Kurt's cream-washed skin, heart clenching while getting hard from just admiring Kurt's cock for the first time. And he guiltily found Kurt's scars darkly sexy. Assdfgwqhriubcnsltogvlmsdokithynvisgrty—

"You can touch me, ya'know." Kurt tried to sound confident, grabbing Blaine's stunned hands to rest over his naked hips, relieved Blaine didn't show an ounce of disgust at his scars.

"You're gorgeous," Blaine finally breathed, his hands now trailing over Kurt's abdomen, eyes welcoming every new inch of Kurt's body. Kurt tensed sometimes when Blaine's hands and vision ran over his scars over his hips but Blaine always answered with a reassuring kiss.

Then they grew more heated and passionate, hands gripping hair, bodies meeting, Blaine almost collapsing once Kurt rid the author of his boxer briefs and began stroking his hard-on.

Eventually, they pulled back so Blaine could grab the lube and a condom and after slicking his member, he began inserting a lubed finger, and another and another, into Kurt's opening, the secretary fisting the sheets in return.

Having stretched him, Blaine looked at Kurt one last time before his features contorted in pleasure when he willed his condom-enveloped cock to enter, inch-by-inch, Kurt's opening, his mind collapsing even further at how tight Kurt felt around him. Both melted upon becoming one, Blaine's member embedded tightly within Kurt's hot, tensed channel and Kurt swore when Blaine pulled out and penetrating him again.

"Harder, Blaine, nnnnnggghhhhhh!" Kurt reached forward to grip at Blaine's toned bare shoulders, hands softly descending to squeeze the man's slightly-pronounced biceps, frantic to feel his tan skin. The author's increasingly-hurried thrusts coincided with moans and swearing, Kurt lifting a leg over Blaine's waist, changing his angle and—

"KURT! Shit, so guhhhdddd…" Blaine's speech blurred when Kurt's hands rose; one rubbed and softly pinched his erect nipples, the other running over his slight chest hair in admiration. Blaine's hands explored too; one laid flat over Kurt's bare chest to steady himself, the other pinning Kurt's right wrist to the duvet. The author whined when Kurt's left hand went to squeeze the globe of his ass, a mischievous finger of which strayed too close between Blaine's cheeks. "Fucking tease…God, so hot—"

"More, babe. Righttheregodyoufeelsogood," Kurt demanded, having completely forgotten all his insecurities, eyes screwed shut to keep himself from coming then. "Fuck, NNNGH!—gonna c-come—"

Hearing Kurt's dark promise, Blaine's face scrunched as the all-too-familiar burn in his belly grew progressively fiery; he licked Kurt's earlobe, panting, "N-not gonna last too, mmmmffgodddddd—"

A few more thrusts and Kurt came, his member soaking Blaine's abdomen with milky abandon, hands desperately holding onto Blaine's muscled back, before falling limp onto the bed, eyes rolled backwards. Disoriented, Kurt felt Blaine suddenly pull out of his entrance and he watched in awe when Blaine swiftly removed and tossed the condom aside before stroking his bare member, whining from the sinful friction.

Kurt rose to halt his actions and stroked Blaine's cock instead, Blaine's moans reaching a higher octave, Kurt helping him fall off the edge and soon, the author spasmed and let out a cry of ecstasy, face clenched as he sprayed the sheets and Kurt's stomach. Seconds later, Kurt brought a climaxed Blaine down to rest beside him, bodies now sweat-slicked. "S-so, that happened," Blaine finally mumbled, dazed.

Kurt barked out a laugh, stroking his curls. His voice then grew more insecure, "Hey Blaine…"

Blaine's head rose from resting over Kurt's chest to meet his cerulean orbs.

"So does this mean you'll…forgive me? After everything that's happened?"

Silence.

The author then released a heavy sigh, "I need you to always be honest with me from now on, Kurt, okay? I-I don't want a weasel like Sebastian to ruin what we have, love. And he almost did."

Kurt's lungs gave out, emotions launching a full-scale invasion. "Okay."

Seconds passed; it was Blaine's turn to sound anxious now, "So you'll move back in with me, Night Sky?"

And Kurt let out an emotional, choked laugh, "What will ever you do without me, Anderson?"

A/N: There, all better, right? What's Klaine without some drama and hot makeup sex? ;) Next: Blaine's book's finally published (after centuries, god!) and goes on a book tour signing at bookstores; Kurt continues repairing their relationship with hopes for a promotion, Niff and Brittana return, and a surprise trip… Let me know what you think!