Author's Note:
It is a little short, but I hope you like it!
Enjoy :D
Rachel hung up the phone. She thought about what Blaine had said, about not wanting Kurt to hurt anymore, and she didn't want that either. But she was conflicted, because she wasn't sure if this message from Blaine would make things better or worse for Kurt. However she had made a promise to Blaine, and she wasn't going to break that promise, not after hearing him talk with such hurt and pain in his voice and crying on the phone. She knew how Blaine felt, she knew that Blaine loved Kurt and she knew how it felt to be lonely and seek comfort, to fulfill heartbreak. She understood Blaine, even though she was mad at him for hurting her best friend.
Kurt was still at work, it was 8 pm, so it wouldn't be long until he was home, so she decided to stay in the living room and wait for him. And sure enough half an hour later Kurt walked through the door, slightly smiling at her when he saw her sitting on the couch. "Hey." he said. "Hi, did you have a nice day at work?" Kurt shrugged. "It was okay. Meetings and picking up phone calls for Isabelle, the same." He said, dragging himself to the couch and fell down beside her. "I'm just really tired." "Still not sleeping, huh?" Rachel asked. "No, not really, a few hours at the time," he said looking at his hands twisted in his lap, then he rubbed his face with his palms before asking: "How about you? Did you have a good day?" "Oh, it was fine. But there is something I need to talk to you about." She said, looking at him seriously, and he frowned and looked at her with a worried expression. Rachel wasn't sure how Kurt would react, so she looked down and took a deep breath, and said: "Blaine called me."
Kurt changed his expression from worried to surprised and confused. "What?" he said, trying to meet Rachel's eyes. "Yeah, I talked to him. He wanted to give you a message." She looked down at her hands and Kurt's eyes followed and saw a white piece of paper folded in between her fingers. "You took the message? You talked to him? How could you?" Rachel answered quickly, looking at her best friend, who had fury in his eyes. "Kurt, listen to me. I am not taking his side, I am just trying to make you see it from his point of view! All he wants is for you to stop hurting, and I want that too! He knows he made a huge mistake, but he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. You! He was crying on the phone, Kurt. He loves you more than you know." A thousand thoughts went through Kurt's mind at that moment. He wanted to not care. He wanted to yell and say to hell with him and his tears, and that he should have thought of all that before he kissed someone else. But he did care. No matter how much he wanted to hate him, he still loved Blaine, and the image of Blaine crying, really made his stomach ache. But he couldn't forgive him. He didn't know how.
Kurt's eyes filled with tears, and he looked at Rachel and shrugged, "Yeah, well. I don't know what I am supposed to do with all that." Rachel took his hands and pressed the little piece of paper in his hand, and said: "I know, and it's up to you, but I think you should read the message. Maybe it will help you see clearer." She kissed him slightly on his forehead, and left him alone on the couch. Kurt looked at the piece of paper in his hands, with the message from Blaine.
Somehow he felt like he was a little closer to Blaine right now, like this message was somehow a tiny piece of him that had clawed its way back into his life. Like a very tiny piece of the hole in his heart was filled, now that he was holding Blaine's words in his hand. He slowly unfolded the piece of paper and looked at the words "Come what may, right?" scrabbled on it in Rachel's handwriting. He started sobbing as he read it. These words were theirs; they were their code that only Kurt and Blaine understood. They were their personal way of saying that no matter what they would grow old together, and have life full of love. As he cried, he couldn't help the smile that was forming on his lips. All the memories, the kisses, the words flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't help the tears or the smile. He read the words so many times, before he folded it and held it tight in his hand, and pressed it to his lips, before he whispered "Come what may".