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I'M BACK! First of all, I want to say a HUGE THANK YOU for all of you who have supported me and understood where I'm coming from. It was not something I wished to do, but life gets in the way sometimes. I've received an overwhelming amount of love and support during this time...the amount of PMs and guest reviews left where people just showed their support meant a lot to me – just wanted to say, you guys rock. Thankfully, my dad is getting better. Treatment was a success and he is completely cancer free. Now is the road for recovery ahead. Thank you for sticking up with me and this story.

It's still overwhelming for me that you guys are still reading and sticking with this story after 12 chapters (should be wrapping up soon, but who knows what my mind will come up with still), but by all means, keep reading! And really I never thought this story would even reach one thousand views, and it's now at 11k+ views! You guys are the best. Writing is something I do to get my mind off things and just as a hobby. Being able to share makes me happy. And having people reading, enjoying...it's amazing. Now, without further delay, I present to you Chapter 13.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I own anything you may recognize.

"KURT HUMMEL! You come here this instant!"

Kurt sighed from his spot on his bed and rolled onto his side so he could see what time it was; seven thirty in the morning. He groaned but slipped out of bed nonetheless, his toes encountering hard wood while they searched for the usual pair of slippers he kept by his bedside. He glanced at his bedside table where two frames rested. One of him and Bas on their Anniversary, spent at home. It was his favorite of the two. And one of him and Blaine – a recent one taken on their afternoon spent together in the park.

"PORCELAIN! I know you are in here. Your keys are in the bowl on the entrance table!" Came Santana's screeching voice again, echoing on the walls of the apartment, sound reverberating through the wide open space. He groaned again while pulling a shirt on, cursing the day he decided to give Santana the key to his apartment for emergency cases, or for whenever she decided to visit him.

Kurt came shuffling out into his living room, still in a sleepy haze, throwing bitch daggers to Santana's face.

"What the hell can you possibly want at this ungodly hour, Satan?" Kurt barked, not glancing back at her as he trudged into his kitchen, preparing to make coffee. If he must be up at this hour, he might as well make coffee to at least function as a proper human being.

Santana, as Kurt predicted she would, followed him into the kitchen. He busied himself with making coffee, pulling down a couple of mugs – knowing Santana would want one – and setting out some cream and sugar for the coffee. He knew something major was on Santana's mind, for her to have woken him up so abruptly so early in the day. And he also knew it was better to remain silent and let Santana speak first whenever she was in such a mood. So, he busied himself with making them both breakfast, mentally preparing himself for whatever Santana threw at him.

"So, care to tell Auntie Tana why she hasn't been informed of your possible reconciliation with music producer Blaine Anderson?" He heard Santana ask in a sickly sweet voice, a sign that she was actually pissed. He turned in surprise to face her and was met with a magazine article pressed to his face.

He grabbed at it instinctively and as soon as he read the headline he immediately groaned. The headline expressed in big letters that he and Blaine had been spotted together, complete with a grainy photo of them hugging, not too good resolution, but good enough that he could clearly make out his and Blaine's outlines and clothing.

"Tana…it's not what you think." He started to say but was cut off by Santana's voice, which he was shocked to hear, seemed to have a hurt tone to it.

"You are reconnecting with someone you spent years with, someone who is both our friends, and you didn't even tell me? Your supposedly best friend?" She said, pausing before continuing. "You know Kurt, I may be a bitch at times, but do you even know how much I'm rooting for you two? How many times have I cleared a freak out because of Blaine? Who was there to hold you when you two broke up? Who kept reassuring you things would be fine once you two hit it off again? I'd like to know when my best friend starts dating the love of his life again, or at least when he feels like it's okay to hug him without freaking out of possible outcomes."

Kurt lowered the magazine and really looked at Santana while she was talking. She seemed truly hurt at being left out of the loop. He sighed when Santana reached the part about Blaine being the love of his life, and got up to hug his friend, willing the part of him that wanted to lay in misery about Sebastian away.

"Sorry, Tana. I was going to tell you. It's still news for me, being able to talk to him like the old times, no barriers in between. I guess I'm not used to it yet." He hugged the shorter woman, her arms circling his waist in a rare moment she let her guard down.

"Sorry for going crazy on you, but I'd really like to know these type of stuff. And you guys have such an epic love story to tell! High school sweethearts that got lost along the way but eventually realizing the other is the love of his life." She spoke in a totally not-Santana way, actually gushing about their epic love story. But while he agreed they'd have a great story to tell, he knew the 'love of his life' part wasn't right.

Was it possible to have more than one loves to last a lifetime? If anyone had asked Kurt this question while he was in high school or college he would have sworn that there was no such thing as loving more than one person, knowing Blaine was it for him, and the curly haired man was indeed the love of his life at the time. But their lives trailed different directions, and he knew now, for a fact, that one person was capable of falling in love all over again. Sebastian had been, and was still the love of his life. He had already promised forever to him, only thing left was to make it official before he was taken from him. Kurt knew that what he had with Blaine was real, they had truly loved each other, and not just as any high school romance, but true love that had every sign of lasting a lifetime. And after he met Sebastian, he knew that what he felt for the lawyer was nothing short of love too. It was a completely different feeling from what he felt with Blaine, but somewhat familiar as well. Sebastian and Blaine were completely different people, yet he had fallen truly in love with them both, and he now believed that it was possible to have more than one true loves in a lifetime; he himself having had two.

"Kurt?" Santana had been trying to get his attention for a couple of minutes already while he was lost in his own thoughts and when he finally snapped back into reality he could see Santana was confused and a little concerned, his spacing out not being the reaction she expected when she was teasing him. "Is everything okay? You totally zoned out right then."

Kurt sighed and took a sip from his coffee mug, that had somehow been placed in front of him sometime during his musings.

"San, how long can you hand around? I have to tell you all something that happened while I was in Paris. Blaine, Wes and David already know. I will Skype Nick, Jeff, and Isabelle sometime this week, and I have a Skype date with Dad and Carole around ten in the morning. I'm planning to tell you all. I was going to talk to you and Britt sometime this week too, but as you are already here, stick around and I'll tell my parents and you at the same time, if that's okay with you?" Kurt let out in a breath, pleading expression in his face as he looked to Santana for an answer. "You can tell Britt afterwards."

Santana searched Kurt's face for a second before nodding. "Of course I will stay. You seem to be freaking out there, what is it that you want to tell us, but haven't yet?"

Kurt just shot back a cryptic answer, reaching for some toast he had placed on the breakfast bar and proceeding to eat his breakfast.

"Something I should have told you, all my closest friends and my family, four years ago."

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Blaine was dozing off, seating on his couch, trying and failing to concentrate on the news currently on his television screen. Things between him and Kurt were going well after their talk the week before. They were back to the easy friendship that seemed to always come so naturally to them, except this time there were no barriers between them. He and Kurt exchanged texts in a daily basis and more often than not a phone-call every other day was also thrown in the mix, calls that were never scheduled but that usually ended up lasting well into the night and that left them both with smiles on their faces.

They weren't fooling themselves and leading the other on, they knew where they stood; friends for now but with the possibility of more in the future, if the odds were in their favor. It was fairly easy for them to fall into their easy friendship once everything was cleared up: as they both knew they still had lingering feelings for the other, they didn't had to worry about crossing the line – expressing their feelings for each other vocally and through small touches was a second nature for them, almost as much as it was when they were dating, and as they had cleared up most of the break up talk, there were no barriers on that matter either, when one would mention something concerning their past relationship it would normally lead to a few moments reminiscing of their days together. They spent numerous hours just talking about what they were up to during the years they spent apart, the personal side of matters, not just professionally. Blaine spoke of a few dates he'd been on that were memorable enough, but not in the way it should have been; drawing huge fits of laughter from Kurt that he had no option but to join in. On other days, Kurt told him a little about Sebastian and their relationship together, not lingering much on details, but not holding back on the stories either. It was nice for him to be able to talk to someone about it, and Blaine probably enjoyed listening about Sebastian more than he should. Kurt would lit up whenever he spoke of their time together, and that alone made Blaine happy; seeing Kurt happy was all that mattered to him ever since he had met the taller man in high school.

Blaine was broken from his musings and when his phone began ringing loudly on the coffee table in front of him. Smiling, he reached for it expecting to see Kurt's smiling face on the screen, instead he saw by the caller ID that it was the elder Hummel calling him. Confused, he answered it, a bit concerned too as he had spoken to Burt only three days ago and it was way too soon for another checkup.

"Hello?" He asked curiously.

"Hey kiddo! How are you?" Came Burt's gruff voice, but he still could sense the underlining affection on the words.

"I'm doing just fine. Is everything okay? You usually give at least a week before calling to check up on me."

Burt chuckled a little on the other end before becoming serious. "Don't worry everything and everyone is fine here. Just wanting to check on how you are doing. I talked to Kurt earlier today and he told me some interesting news to say the least. He told me that he had already spoken to you about it, so I just want to see how you are doing."

Blaine sighed and laid back down on the couch. "Oh. He told you about Sebastian?" He heard an affirmative noise coming from the phone and continued. "I'm okay. We talked about it back in Ohio…I kind of found , or rather felt, his engagement ring on Thanksgiving when we went to his room. He broke down and told me about him."

Burt hummed in agreement. "But are you coping alright? Don't play dumb with me kid, I know you still love my son; any blind person can see that. And I can't imagine being on your shoes in this case."

"Well, I was shocked to say the least. Maybe a bit angry when I found the ring, without the background story. But I understand his reasons. Kurt wanted privacy, so he decided on not telling anyone. And I can kind of understand why he didn't tell any of us. He knew I would probably be affected by the news and he didn't know how to tell me, and he knows we were still quite close – you and I, our mutual friends – and I'm sure he knew that if he told one, it would get to me. And while I'm still a bit hurt he didn't tell me about Sebastian while they were together, I can relate. I, for one, wouldn't know how to tell him if it was the other way around, and I wouldn't like him to learn about it from someone else. He told me himself he wanted to be the one to tell me about Sebastian. I don't blame him for not speaking about him earlier."

He could hear Burt's sigh on the other end. "You had a lot to think about it, huh?"

Blaine chuckled humorlessly. "I had a lot of time to think about it. After we returned to New York we spent some time apart. I believe he wanted some, or rather, needed some space after everything that happened on Thanksgiving, understandable. But we talked it out a few days ago. We are okay."

Burt hummed. "So, are you guys, like?" He let the question hanging, knowing Blaine would know what he was talking about.

"We know where we stand. We are back to being best friends, we've fallen back into the friendship we've always shared. But he isn't ready, and to be honest, I don't want to start something until he is sure. If we get back together, I want it to be real and for the long run this time." Blaine answered the question with complete honesty, knowing that this was Burt he was talking to. Even though he is Kurt's father, he could confide in him and he wouldn't tell anyone.

"I see. You know, I always believed in the two of you. And I'm telling you, kid, you two will find a way to get back together. I know you, and I know my son. It's only a matter of time, mark my words."

Blaine chuckled. "I really hope you are right, Burt. There is nothing that I want more right now. Having him back in my life is a blessing. It would mean everything if we actually got back together. I never stopped loving him; he's always meant the world to me."

"I know you do. And you will, kid. You will. Don't give up on fate just yet." Burt reassured him through the phone, and this time, Blaine had no problem in believing the words of who was basically his father. He knew deep down that he and Kurt were meant to be, and would get together, once Kurt felt like he could move on.

"Thanks, Burt. It means a lot to me, you know? The faith and support you've had all these years. I wasn't sure you would still talk to me after all that happened. To think that you're still willingly talking to me now, means more than I can express with words."

"Blaine, I told you before and I will tell you again and again how many times needed. Just because you and Kurt broke up doesn't mean that you stop being family. You've been family since day one, all those years ago, when Kurt first brought you home with him from Dalton. You were family then, you were family during the whole eight years you two were together, you continued to be family during the years you two spent apart, and you're still family now that he came back to New York and you two are friends again. You are family."

"Okay, I get it. I am family." Blaine chuckled.

Burt gave a low laugh and the two men said their goodbyes, Burt once again reassuring Blaine that everything would eventually settle down into their right places.

After hanging up the curly haired man saw that while on the phone with Burt, he had received a text message from Kurt. He smiled like he always did upon receiving a text from the other man and opened it, and his smile turned into a somewhat sad smile.

From: Kurt

Hey B. I talked to my Dad and Santana knows too. I guess she will tell Britt. Just wanted to let you know who it's safe to mention it to. I'm going to Skype the guys and Isabelle sometime this week. I'll let you know when I do. Thanks for keeping quiet with it. – K

He scanned the message and hoped everything was okay. He quickly typed a message back to Kurt.

To: Kurt

Yeah, I just got off the phone with your Dad. Are you okay? I know it's not easy for you to talk about it. Anything I can do? – B x

From: Kurt

Oh…he did mention he would call you to see how you're doing. And I'm fine. It wasn't as hard this time. Probably because you have been a very patient listener while I recount stories about Seb. And I wanted to thank you, too. Your support and understanding has meant the world to me. Thank you for not freaking out and allowing me to open up about him, I know it's not easy for you to listen to me go on and on about Bas. Thank you for being my best friend. – K

I smiled sadly at Kurt's last text, knowing that there would be nothing else I'd rather do.

To: Kurt

In know you are not fine, but I'll let it slide this time. And there is no need to thank me. That's what best friends are for, and frankly, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. I'll always be here for you. – B x

It took a while for Kurt to answer and when he did all he sent was a little heart, and that alone made Blaine grin hugely. That little heart expressed a lot more to him than any words could ever express.

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