A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everybody! No matter if you're with your other half or alone, waiting for 'the one' I hope you're having a good time. I don't have a Valentine this year (besides Klaine if that counts) so you're not alone! (; Anyway, this chapter is going to be a lot happier than the previous ones so I'm guessing you'll love it ^^ please let me know! (And yes I am so fucking excited for the Klaine makeout session tonight that I'm about to explode!) I'm not gonna make this note too long, just enjoy and thank you for all your amazing reviews! They mean the world to me! *MWAH*

Chapter 22: Answers.

Blaine stayed home from school the next day, not because of the bullying- okay, fine, partly from the bullying- but because he was on a mission. He was gonna walk over to Kurt's apartment and ask questions, and he wouldn't leave until he got some answers. When he knew for sure his mother had left for work he took the car and drove straight to Kurt's apartment. It felt weird to see that place again, it was so many memories all at once. He took a couple of deep breaths to control his emotions before he got out of the car and walked into the building.

Once he reached the fourth floor his heart was beating like crazy, Blaine wondered if a heart had ever actually crushed your own ribcage. He knocked at the door and held his breath as he waited. No answer. He knocked again. Once again, no answer.

"Hello? Kurt? It's me! Open the door, I just wanna talk." Blaine called. No answer. Blaine grew more and more frustrated as the minutes passed, he hadn't been going through so many sleepless nights only to be going home with nothing. He started banging at the door instead and screamed. Just a few seconds later the door next to him opened instead and a old man walked out.

"Would you keep it down?!" He yelled, clearly irritated.

"No, you don't understand… I need to talk to him." Blaine said and started kicking at the door. What the hell was he even doing?

"He has moved out, stop that!" The old man said and grabbed his arm to push him away from the door.

"W-What?" Blaine stuttered and looked at him, his eyes wide open.

"He moved out last week, when I spoke to him he said he had gotten a new job in another city and needed to move closer." The man said and wrapped his bathrobe tighter around him.

"What?! D-Do you know which city?" Blaine asked, he felt everything just slip out of his hands just when he had gotten a hold of it.

"No, I don't. He didn't seem thrilled about it so I didn't wanna bother him. The poor man looked like he was about to cry."

"Fucking shit!" Blaine said and gave the door one last kick, he couldn't hold the tears back any longer. Kurt had moved out, to another city. That was that. This was it, he was never gonna see him again.

"Calm down, were you his friend or something?" The man asked.

"Y-Yeah, something like that." Blaine sobbed.

"Well, it sucks that you can't find him but… if he didn't tell you he probably didn't want you to follow him."

"You know nothing!" Blaine scolded at him. "We had a fight, that was it. A stupid damn fight! And now I won't be able to talk to him, ever!" Blaine started walking down the stairs again and yelled 'fuck' really loud. He then realized he had been rude to the man so he quickly ran up the stairs again.

"I'm sorry, thank you for telling me that. Have a good day, sir." Blaine said and then ran down the stairs again, out to his car and jumped inside. He cried way too much to be able to drive, he couldn't see. He leaned his head against the steeringwheel and watched his tears grow into a huge, wet spot on his right leg but he didn't care. What was it to care about anyway? He was never gonna get any answers now, not ever.

Then he remembered something, his head shot right up in the air. He wiped his tears, how could he be so stupid? He still had Kurt's phone number! He picked the phone out of his pocket and without thinking he dialed Kurt's number. He didn't realize what he'd just done until he heard a sad, yet very high pitched voice answer.

"B-Blaine?" The voice stuttered out. Blaine became tongue tied. He couldn't get one single word out. It had been such a long time ago he heard that voice and now when he did he lost it. All the feelings hit him at the same time. He wanted to scream, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry. He wanted to tell Kurt how much he hated him at the same time as he wanted to tell him how much he still loved him. He didn't say any of those things.

"Kurt…" He got out breathlessly.

"Y-Yeah." Kurt said, he sounded shocked.

"W-Where are you?" Blaine sniffled, shit, he was starting crying again. "I… I've been looking for you, I drove to your apartment but some man s-said you moved out, I-I wanted to talk to you…" he mumbled.

"Why?" Kurt asked, almost harshly.

"Because I c-can't anymore… Kurt, I need to talk to you. Please?" Blaine hated how desperate he sounded, but he needed this so badly.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Blaine." Kurt mumbled on the other end.

"Why not? I need this, Kurt. I need to talk to you."

"Fine… I'll send you a text with the adress." Kurt said and then hung up the phone. Blaine was shaking, his phone was about to jump out of his hands. He couldn't believe he had just spoken to Kurt… Kurt.

Beep

His thoughts got interrupted by his phone buzzing. It was a text from , it was an adress. Blaine stared at it for a while before he started driving again. He had never been so scared in his life, he was ditching school, lying to his mother and driving towards the one person that probably was the last person he should visit right now. He was shaking, his entire body was shaking. Like those small, skinny dogs girls use to carry around in their purses.

About three hours later Blaine was finally in Indiana. He stopped outside some building, pretty smilar to the old one Kurt used to live in, just this one looked less… friendly. It looked like one of those streets where gangs meet up to commit crimes and stuff. It gave him the creeps. But he got out of the car and ran over the parking lot to the door and rushed up all the stairs until he reached the top.

Doesn't any buildings have elevators?!

He looked around for the right number, it was the door to his right. He stood outside the door, this was it. Kurt was behind that door, looking flawless as usual. But this time it was different… Blaine was still mad at him, he was hurt and he needed answers. He didn't come to get back together with Kurt, he needed to make that clear… more to himself than Kurt. He knew what kind of effect Kurt has on him, once he looks into those eyes he's lost. All the sanity he once had disappeared and all he could focus on was Kurt. That couldn't happen, not now, not after everything that had happened between them, not after Kurt hurt him.

He caught himself knock at the door, he immediately regretted it. He hadn't even thought about what he was gonna say, he wasn't ready he-

"Hi…" That familiar, wonderful, high pitched voice said. Blaine felt his heart stutter at once and his palms started sweating. Why was he acting like this? It's not like Kurt is a stranger to him. Blaine looked up from his shoes to face Kurt for the first time in months and oh my god. He looked beautiful. A bit of a mess, but still so beautiful. He was wearing black skinny jeans, that kind that was driving Blaine's hormones insane, a cream colored sweater and his hair was perfectly styled as usual. His blue eyes looked tired though, as if they hadn't gotten enough sleep in weeks, his smile was pretty forced and his body language seemed really stiff.

"H-Hi.." Blaine managed to say. He swallowed thickly and put on his best poker face.

"Come in." Kurt said and stepped aside. Blaine gave him a small nod and walked inside. They didn't say anything else until Blaine had taken off his coat and was seated in the couch in the livingroom. This apartment was even smaller and less Kurt than the previous one. Blaine crossed his legs awkwardly and sighed heavily.

"Do you… um, want anything to drink or eat?" Kurt asked. Blaine shaked his head.

"No, I'm good." He mumbled. Kurt then sat down next to him in the couch but kept some distance between them.

"So… you wanted to talk to me?" Kurt said, searching for Blaine's eyes. Blaine avoided those blue eyes and tried to focus on one spot in the room, he decided to focus on a small box in the corner.

"Yes, I did." Blaine sighed. "I just- I just wanna know why you were so mean to me. I was so angry for such a long time that I didn't ask you but it's better now, so I'm ready to hear the truth. Did you actually mean all of the things you said to me when we broke up?"

Silence. The loudest kind of silence. Kurt chewed on the inside of his cheek and didn't stop until he could feel a blood taste in his mouth.

"No." he eventually said below a whisper. "I lied." Blaine turned his head to face Kurt, he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Wait, so you lied to me? You broke up with me that way and said all those mean things but all along you didn't mean them? I've been walking around being miserable and confused for such a long time and all along you- you fucking lied!" Blaine raised his voice. This wasn't starting off very well.

"I'm sorry, but it was the only way I knew for sure you were gonna leave me. And it- it worked." Kurt said softly.

"Yeah, it sure as hell did. You must be so pleased with yourself now, aren't you?"

"What? No! I feel awful, I haven't been sleeping at all this past month and I've been miserable! All I've been able to think of was you, how you were doing and how bad you were hurt. I just hoped that- that time would heal."

"That time would heal?!" Blaine repeated. "What the hell- did you really think time could heal something like that?!"

"Yes… I did. It was stupid and Blaine, I'm so sorry. But I saw the way your mom looked at you, looked at me. It all just hit me, how wrong we were and how dangerous what we were doing really was. I couldn't let it go on, I promised your mother that." Blaine fell silent after that. He didn't know what to say, everything was spinning. Kurt was sorry, he didn't mean any of it, he did it because he promised and because what they did was wrong.

"I get why you did what you did, Kurt, I really do. But I just don't understand how you could think it was worth hurting me to do that."

"It wasn't. But at the time it was the only solution, and I'd rather see you with a broken heart than kicked out of school and no education because of me." Kurt sighed and reached for Blaine's hand, but Blaine jerked it away.

"Don't." He said in a triggering tone.

"I'm truly sorry, Blaine. I never wanted to hurt you, I love you… I still do, I never stopped. I didn't mean any of those things, I made it all up. I- I'm sorry." Kurt said again.

"You still love me?" Blaine asked, shocked and met Kurt's eyes.

"Yeah, I do." Kurt said and looked down at his hands, ashamed.

"But that doesn't change what you did. How do I know you wouldn't do that again?" Blaine asked, still not sure of what to do.

"I couldn't bare doing it again, I almost died the first time, Blaine. Emotionally, I fucking died. I hated myself, I still do. I hate myself for all the trouble I've caused and everything that's happened. But the one thing I don't regret is you, you make sense, Blaine… in all this mess I can still look at you and everything just stops spinning." He admitted. Blaine looked at him with huge eyes. Was Kurt speaking the truth? He was… there was no doubt about that. Blaine still loved Kurt back and he didn't feel as angry anymore now when he knew everything behind it. But he still didn't know what to do.

"But we can't be together." Kurt stated.

"Why not?" Blaine asked, completely caught off guard. Wasn't this a makeup talk?

"Because your mother hates me and so should you." Kurt said.

"Kurt… I don't give a fuck about what my mother says. I love you and that's all I care about. I've told you this before, the only thing that matters to me here is you. But you're right. I should hate you for what you did, but I don't. Because I'm partly to blame too, I was the one who pushed you into this relationship at the beginning. And yes, you hurt me but… we all make mistakes and now when I know why you did it, it all makes sense. And I forgive you." Blaine said truthfully. Kurt met his eyes again, his own tearfilled.

"It's not right… You deserve better." Kurt choked out, holding back his tears.

"No, I don't. There is no one better than you for me. Can't we… can't we just be in love again? I miss you and I need you." Blaine sighed.

"It's not that easy… even if we do get together now we still need to work on us, we can't just start where we ended. We need to start from the beginning."

"Then let's do that, whatever you're comfortable with. I'm happy as long as I get to be with you." Blaine said and finally took Kurt's hand in his own, and oh, how he missed that feeling.

"No." Kurt said and smiled sadly. "I love you and I want to be with you but… it's not right. And I need to start doing what's right."

"But… if you love me, how isn't this right? I love you, you love me. It is as right as it can possibly be. Don't overthink everything again, Kurt. Just do what you feel like doing."

"Yeah, and where did that take us last time?" Kurt said flatly.

"But now you're not my teacher anymore." Blaine said and squeezed his hand. "You're just a guy that I really like and that I know really likes me back."

"Blaine…" Kurt sighed.

"Kurt…" Blaine repeated, his voice teasing.

"You are gonna drive me insane." Kurt said, trying to hide a smile.

"I take my chances." Blaine said and shrugged.

"So you… you really want this?" Kurt asked and looked at their entwined hands.

"Yes, when I sit with you like this… everything is right in the world." Blaine said with a smile.

"I love you so much." Kurt sighed.

"I love you too." Blaine said and finally closed the gap between them. He pressed his lips against Kurt who immediately kissed back, their arms wrapped around eachother, their tongues touching and soft moans escaping their lips. Their broken hearts finally healed and everything felt right again. No matter how much they tried to deny it, despite their differences, they were made for eachother and they needed one another. Simple as that, they loved eachother. And honestly, if you look at it that way, neither one of them could see it as wrong or a crime or whatever everyone else might see it as.

TBC