Oh, god. Darren's scene in Emma's office just about broke my heart. He is such a phenomenal actor! And the final scene, when everyone came out singing together, brought tears to my eyes. Also, Puck showing his softer side and Santana mending her relationship with Rachel was all very touching.
As the song came to an end, Blaine and Kurt locked eyes. Without a word to the others, they slipped quietly out of the auditorium and made their way hand-in-hand to the parking lot. Kurt opened the passenger door for Blaine, pausing to lean over and brush their lips together. Smiling tenderly at his boyfriend, he shut the door and hurried around to the driver's side, sliding in and buckling his seat belt. He took the liberty of stealing another kiss from Blaine, one which both gave freely. Putting the car into gear, they drove off in the direction of Kurt's house, still without a word. Pulling up into the driveway, Kurt hurried over to Blaine's side of the car, offering him his hand. Eyes shining brightly with unshed tears, Blaine followed Kurt inside, straight upstairs to Kurt's bedroom. He looked around at the various colored post-its littering Kurt's possessions.
"What's all this?" Blaine asked, for lack of anything else to say. He and Kurt were still walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around the reason behind their fight.
"I'm keeping track of what's coming with me to New York, what's staying and going into storage, and what I'm throwing away," Kurt replied.
Blaine's eyes alighted on the picture taken of them at prom, when Blaine had finally found the courage to ask Kurt to dance in front of the entire school. "What does pink mean?" he asked in a choked voice, dreading the answer.
Kurt snatched the piece of paper and placed it over his heart, before tugging Blaine's hand so that it was resting there too. "Pink is for what I'm leaving behind," he said.
Blaine stared from his hand on top of the sticky note, up to Kurt's face, then to the picture and back again.
Kurt watched his every movement. "I'm leaving my heart with you, Blaine," he whispered. "Look after it for me, will you?"
Blaine gasped as the meaning behind Kurt's words sunk in. His breathing became irregular as he launched himself at Kurt, clinging to his neck and fisting his hands in the material of Kurt's shirt. Later, he would offer to pay to have Kurt's shirt ironed, but Kurt would refuse, saying he deserved much worse for having ever given Blaine cause to doubt him – or them, for that matter.
In the meantime, though, Kurt was busy whispering nonsense words in Blaine's ear, trying to get him to calm down. "Talk to me, Blaine," he said at last, when it seemed as though his boyfriend's breathing was somewhat back under control. "Tell me about what you're feeling."
Shuddering, Blaine sank down onto Kurt's mattress, his eyes asking if what he was doing was okay. Kurt responded by joining him on the bed. Each sat cross-legged, facing the other, their hands clasped between them.
Taking a deep breath, Blaine prepared to bare his soul to the love of his life. "I just . . ." he began hesitantly, stumbling over his words. "I've been distancing myself from you in preparation for your move to New York. I mean, you'll be there and I'll be here – without you. It's just . . . it's really gonna suck, and I don't know how I'm gonna handle being apart from you for a year. I love you so much, Kurt, and pushing you away was the only logical way – to my mind – of protecting us both from the inevitable heartbreak. But I guess I just made a mess of things, as usual. Then you start texting this guy, and he's talking about when the two of you will be in New York together . . . it just seemed like you couldn't wait to get out of here and leave me behind. I-I felt replaced. You've always been the one person to accept me unconditionally, and I didn't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you, Kurt. I love you."
Kurt had been sitting quietly throughout Blaine's speech. He'd had no idea that Blaine had been feeling this way. But now that he did know, they were going to be talking a lot more. Ms. Pillsbury had been right about one thing: honesty was the foundation for any relationship, whether romantic or otherwise.
As Blaine broke down, softly crying into his hands, Kurt made his move. Pulling Blaine's hands away, Kurt cupped his chin and raised his head so that their eyes were level. "You aren't going to lose me, Blaine," he whispered softly. "I had no idea that you were feeling this way. Next time, come talk to me, okay? And we'll work through whatever's bothering you. I love you too, Blaine, and I want to make this work. In Ms. Pillsbury's office, you said that I'm the love of your life. Well, you're mine too, and I never want to let you go."
With that said, Blaine fell into Kurt's arms, all thoughts of rejection banished from his mind. He hadn't known what to expect when they'd first come up here. Though he'd made more of an effort to compliment Kurt and to make him feel special, he'd still feared that the only reason Kurt was taking him home was to break up with him. Now that he knew that Kurt was just as committed to their relationship as he was, he could let himself go.
"Kurt," he whimpered, his body's needs making him sound desperate and whiny.
Pulling back slightly, Kurt took note of the tears staining Blaine's cheeks. He was sure that he didn't look any better. "Shh . . ." he soothed, bringing his hands up to wipe away his boyfriend's tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Let me take care of you," he whispered. His mouth descended on Blaine's body again as he began to worship every inch of his boyfriend's sculpted body, making him feel both wanted and loved.
When Burt checked in on them later, having noticed Kurt's car in the driveway, he found them wrapped up in each other's arms, the sheets drawn up to their naked chests. They looked so peaceful, though, that Burt didn't have the heart to disturb them.
I'll give them a little more time, he thought to himself as he descended the stairs to find out what Carole was making for dinner. Clearly, they aren't on the rocks anymore.