Hey guys!

Like always thank you for your support, for continuing following this story, and for all those who alerted and/or reviewed.

Well, this is the last chapter, you guys. Epilogue will be up soon, I hope, but the story itself ends here. I had planned on prolonging it a bit more, a few more chapters, but I feel like this is a good place to end, especially with my hectic schedule that hardly leaves me time to breath, let alone write. It was amazing to write this story. I loved every bit of it, even when I got stuck. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'd like to thank you all for reading and sticking with this story. For those of you who review/favorite/follow - thank you for your endless support. Writing is something I love, so this is fun for me. It's always an amazing feeling to know someone liked what you wrote. So, a huge thank you for everyone who has read this story – I love you all.

A few of you have contacted me regarding the sequel I talked about a few chapters back. For now it ends here, but I am planning on writing a sequel, when I have time. I have idea scribbled down and, honestly, I'm not ready to leave them in this universe yet. So I might see you for a possible sequel. Never say never.

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

Valentine's Day was rapidly approaching and Kurt was in full on planning mode. After he came to his realization that he was now ready to move forward, that he felt like he could love again without feeling guilty, he dove into a plan to break this information to Blaine. He knew he could very well just call Blaine, arrange a meet up for coffee, and just say it. But he didn't want to do that. He felt like Blaine deserved the best, and especially after all Kurt had put him through, he felt like a grand display of affection was needed. Therefore, he carefully planned every step of the way that would culminate in him confessing his feelings to his first love and current best friend. If everything went as planned, he would have a date for Valentine's Day, and hopefully a date for every other major event that would come in the future as long as they both shall live.

Kurt decided to break it to Blaine slowly, so he decided to make small acts every day during these two weeks leading to February 14. He made sure to always send nice texts to Blaine, not forgetting once their customary goodnight text. He started adding little kisses to the end of said texts, too. He made an extra effort to meet up for coffee every day. Of course that meant he was swamped at work, but New York's Fashion had just finished, which made his schedule a bit less tight.

Their coffee meet-ups became daily occurrences, even if they just had time to grab a cup of coffee and sit down until they drained their cups before getting up and heading their separate ways, towards whatever they had scheduled next in their agenda. But the conversations revolved less and less around Kurt's past relationship with Sebastian, unlike the first times, and focused more on them, their pasts, and their present together. And Kurt was really enjoying these new topics of conversation. He loved it when they had enough time to sit and talk for hours, going on a trip down memory lane to their high-school and college days.

"Remember our date nights, that we abided by religiously during all four years of college? And how everyone thought it strange that we never lived together during college, when we were clearly committed to one another?" Kurt asked out of the blue one day. It was one of the less busy days for them both, and they were sitting on a window table of their favorite coffee house, having coffee and sharing a platter of cookies.

Blaine smiled. "Of course I remember them. I don't think we ever missed one." Kurt shook his head, indicating that, true, they had never missed a date night. There were nights where one couldn't go out. When they came across those days they would simply curl on the couch together, legs entwined, while one would finish their homework and the other would just keep the former company. And later they would spend the night together – those nights were as much date nights as were those nights where they went out for dinner and/or movie. "And people thought it strange, yes. But it worked for us. That way we took our college stress out on each other less often than we would have if we lived together. I don't regret not moving in together until we had both graduated." Blaine shrugged.

"Do you think if we did, things would have worked differently?" Kurt asked quietly. While they avoided talking about their breakup, it would occasionally come up, or one would sometimes mention.

"I don't know." Blaine replied honestly. "But I prefer not to think about it. It happened, it's in the past. I'd rather think about the future and what is still in store for us, instead of dwelling in what ifs of what already happened."

Kurt nodded and looked down at his coffee, playing with the lid, lost in thought. Blaine had mentioned their future as one. The two soon got up and wandered around the streets together, talking about their upcoming projects and making light conversation overall.

One Saturday morning, about a week before Valentine's Day, Blaine called him.

"Hey Kurt! What are you up to today?"

"Hi. Nothing much. I was going to finish reading over some stuff for the magazine, but that won't take long. I'm pretty much free the entire day. Why?"

"The guys and I were planning on hitting the ice-skating rinks this afternoon. Soon it will too warm to keep them, and then we will only be able to skate at the end of the year! Imagine going on for months without ice-skating, we need to refuel and stock up on ice-skating feelings now, while we still can." Kurt laughed at Blaine's weird, yet incredibly endearing reasoning. Blaine could be such an adorable puppy at times, and unknowingly, he was making Kurt's plans a lot easier.

"Sure, I'll go. Like you said, I need to stock up on 'ice-skating feelings.'" He laughed again. "How do you even come up with such expressions? It's been over 10 years and it's still a mystery to me."

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out, Hummel. And great! I'll see you at the Rockefeller at around four then? Want me to pick you up? We could grab some coffee before heading over, if that's okay with you?"

Kurt smiled. "Sure. Let's get coffee together before. Can I ring the girls?"

"Wes already called Santana. She's in. Awesome! I'll be at yours at around three. It's a date." Kurt paused as he heard those words, and he judging from the sharp intake of breath in Blaine's end, he had noticed it as well. "Crap. I didn't mean it like that – shit, sorry Kurt. I know what you said about not being ready, I respect that, I don't know why I even said that. Shit. I'm so –"

"Blaine." Kurt cut him off softly, but with enough force that made Blaine quiet immediately. "It's okay. I'll see you are three."

With that Kurt ended the call, collapsing backwards on his bed and releasing a huge breath he was holding in. Even though he knew of Blaine's feelings for him; the musician had made no secret of his affections and intentions, he still wasn't quite so sure if his plan would succeed. There was that nagging feeling in the back of his head that Blaine was just being friendly affectionate, and that he had waited too long to make a move and that their ship had long sailed. But hearing Blaine saying that it was a date lessened a bit that fear he had, and made him hope that maybe he wasn't too late after all.

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An enthusiastic knock sounded on the door to his flat at precisely 2:59pm. Kurt smiled to himself at both Blaine's childlike tendencies that he still found somewhat endearing and his punctuality.

"Coming!" Kurt yelled as he stopped by the mirror near the front door to make sure his hair was still perfectly coiffed and his clothes neat and crease-free. Smiling to himself, pleased with his looks, he opened the door and was met with his best friend's face, wide grin crossing his features once he saw Kurt and hazel eyes alight with excitement.

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine drew the taller man into a tight hug before releasing him and nearly jumping with anticipation. "Are you ready? Come one, let's go!"

Kurt laughed at his impatience. "Blaine, calm down. What are you, five?"

"No. Come one, Kurt, I'm at least five and a half." Blaine replied incredulously, sticking his tongue out, acting even more childlike.

"Come on then, kid, let's get going." Kurt laughed again as Blaine perked up at that and nearly ran out, waiting impatiently for Kurt to lock his door, before they both headed out – first to get some coffee, then over to the rink where they would meet up with their friends.

"You know, for a thirty-one year old, you are way too enthusiastic to be going to an ice-skating rink." Kurt commented after they had been walking in silence for a couple of blocks.

Blaine turned wide, incredulous eyes at him. "But, Kurt, it's ice-skating! It's the magic of winter. How can anyone not love being on the ice, gliding over it, dancing and just twirling around? There's no age limit for this!"

Kurt chuckled at Blaine's dramatics. "You dork." He smiled at him, a sad shadow passing his face quickly. It was those little moments he missed the most. Those moments where Blaine's inner child would make an appearance, and he would go along with whatever Blaine had planned for the day, and the two would just enjoy a care-free day, laughing and running around as if they were teenagers.

"Yeah." Blaine agreed before continuing, voice dropping to a lower and more serious key. "Also, this is important to me. It's been years since we've ice-skated together. And it used to be sort of a tradition for us. I wanted to reinstate that tradition now that we are on friendly terms."

The chestnut haired man's eyes softened at that and he reached to grasp one of Blaine's gloved hands in his, making the shorter man stop and look at him. Both men stood still on the middle of the sidewalk, gazing into each other's eyes, lost in each other's gaze. Glasz met hazel, and in one look Kurt conveyed everything he needed to convey to Blaine and with one short nod and a small smile, Blaine acknowledged that he understood. Suddenly a loud honk sounded right beside where they were standing, followed by several honks behind them, and with a jump they were brought back to reality and continued on their way to their favorite coffee shop in the area. Their hands remained clasped between them as they walked, and as they neared the shop Kurt replied, voice quiet, almost inaudible.

"I'd say we are way past friendly terms."

Blaine heard it and said nothing, allowing a grin to slowly spread across his face. Squeezing Kurt's hand a little tighter in his, his grin never faltered. Yes, they were way past friendly terms.

After grabbing their coffees, Blaine having ordered and paid, ignoring Kurt's protests, they proceeded to sit down in one of the corner tables that was a little detached from the main saloon, so they could talk freely and with a bit of privacy.

"So, are we going to meet the rest of the group at the Rockefeller?" Kurt asked striking up a conversation.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. Wes and I agreed to meet there at around four. Did you want to go somewhere before, or just sit here and talk until it's time to go?"

"We can stay here, unless there's somewhere you want to go first?" Blaine shook his head at Kurt's question and they both took a sip of their coffee enjoying the silence that had fallen between them.

"Can I ask you something, Kurt?" At Kurt's curious glance and nod, Blaine continued. "I'm just honestly curious. I promise I'm not looking into anything here, I was just wondering.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine spoke. "You seem to be more attentive this past week. I don't know, you seem different. Am I missing something?"

Kurt took a long sip of his coffee before muttering, seemingly to himself. "I knew you would catch up, I could never really keep anything from you."

"Kurt?"

The designer sighed. "Hum…look Blaine…" Kurt paused shaking his head in frustration. "Oh, the hell with this." Reaching across the table he opened his hands, palms up in an invitation for Blaine to place his hands in his. The curly haired man took the hint and Kurt held both of Blaine's hand in his tightly.

"Look, Blaine, yes, I've been acting a bit differently. Thing is, god…why are you always ruining my plans?" Kurt asked giving a small laugh as he tried to come up with words to express his feelings.

"Kurt? What is going on?" Blaine asked confusedly, looking at him with a bit of concern.

Kurt's expression suddenly became confident and he shifted in his chair, holding Blaine's hands closer to himself while he looked straight into Blaine's eyes. "Blaine, you have been my best friend for fifteen years already, have been since day one. Even after all we've been through, together and apart, you have always owned a piece of my heart. When we were together all those years ago, those were some of the happiest years of my life. I knew, once we survived college, that we were something else. Of course I already knew that after our second date, but surviving college together, that the definite sign for me. Even after we broke up and spent years talking…" Kurt paused as he collected his thoughts.

"Blaine, there wasn't a week that passed that you weren't on my mind. You were always there; I could always feel your presence."

Kurt stopped and looked at Blaine expectantly. Both men gazed intently at each other through tear filled eyes.

"Kurt, what are you saying?" Blaine asked quietly, though he tightened his grip on Kurt's hand, indicating he had a feeling of where the conversation was heading.

The designer laughed shakily. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, B, I love you. I have always loved you. I have loved you since high-school and every moment since. Yes, we broke up and spent years not talking. But I still loved you then."

Blaine had given up on trying to hold his tears in and they were now cascading freely down his cheeks, that were spread out in a huge, ecstatic, and disbelieving grin. "Kurt, are really saying what I think you are?"

Kurt's own grin started to stretch out upon his features. "I believe I am." He turned serious again. "I'm ready Blaine. If you'll still have me, I'm ready to move on without guilt. I know I put you through hell with my fear of moving on these last couple of months, but I came to a realization a few weeks ago. Sebastian will always be a part of me, and I will always love him. But he wouldn't want me to be unhappy. I know he would want me to move on, fall in love again, and just be happy and share my happiness with someone."

Kurt scooted his chair closer to Blaine so that they were sitting side by side, and turned slightly in his chair while Blaine turned in his, so that they were facing one another.

"I never fell out of love with you, Blaine. I just accepted that we were over and allowed myself to love another person and fall in love again. I consider myself lucky." At Blaine's questioning glance he continued. "Some people struggle to fall in love once. I fell in love three times. I fell in love with in high-school, and I still love that dapper schoolboy. I fell in love with Sebastian, who I'll always love and will always have a place in my heart. And now…" Kurt paused to wipe a tear away. His voice turned soft. "Now, I've fallen in love all over again. I've fallen in love with this Blaine, not the dapper private school boy that I once loved and still love, but the musician, the man in his thirties that will never completely accept that his curly hair is beautiful, the man that has stood by me and waited despite not knowing how he would have to wait, the man that always makes sure of my well-being, the man that has effortlessly entered my life once again – this time for good, I hope – the man that will always be my best friend."

Blaine was openly crying now, having pulled one of his hands out of Kurt's grasp to frantically try to keep the tears controlled. With a joyous, watery laugh he lunged forward and kissed Kurt with all the passion he could muster, right there in the coffee shop.

"God, Kurt." Blaine breathed as they pulled apart after what felt like forever. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that. I love you, I love you, I love you." He placed his hands in either side of Kurt's face and pressed his lips to Kurt's chastely one, twice, and a third time. The third time they kissed slowly, just the gentle moving of lips against lips, sweet and chaste, the complete opposite of the first one that had been all teeth and tongue. As they pulled apart Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips. "It feels so good to be able to openly say it again: I love you."

Kurt grinned at him, and they both beamed at each other. Together, they simultaneous leaned in for another kiss.

Blaine chuckled. "As much as I'd love to continue doing this for the rest of the afternoon, I did promise Wes we would meet up with them today."

Kurt smiled. "Let's go, then. I would love to hold you hostage, but I wouldn't want Wes to chase me with his gavel. And I kind of miss them."

They got up, grabbed their cups, chucking them in the bin as they passed by, and headed out into the chilly February air again. The two walked close together, arms brushing, until Kurt finally had enough of it after a couple of blocks and simply reached out to hold out Blaine's left hand with his right. After walking a couple more blocks in silence, just enjoyinh the feeling of finally feeling at home again, Kurt spoke up softly.

"You know, I had this plan." Blaine hummed and turned to look at him. Kurt smiled briefly at him before continuing. "I had this plan formulated ever since I came to my realization. That plan involved wooing you during the weeks leading up to Valentine's Day, and asking you out properly on Valentine's. In my thoughts, you would have accepted, and I would have poured out my feeling to you during a big romantic dinner. I had it all planned out."

Blaine smiled at him. "You can still ask me out, you know?"

Kurt laughed. "Is that your subtle way of hinting at wanting to have a date for Valentine's Day, Blaine?"

"No. Who said I want a date for Valentine's Day?" At Kurt's confused and slightly hurt look, Blaine stopped and smiled, pulling Kurt closer. "I don't want just any date for Valentine's. I want to spend Valentine's Day with my best-friend, my love, my Valentine."

"Well, I think that may be arranged then." Kurt whispered breathlessly against Blaine's lips, that were now barely an inch away from his own.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Kurt licked his lips absently, Blaine following the motion with his eyes and leaned a bit closer to ask. "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Yes, yes I will." Blaine barely got out before he sealed his lips over Kurt's in a passionate kiss, their lips sliding together in a familiar, yet exciting motion, the world around them forgotten for a moment as they focused on them and only them.

They smiled shyly at each other when they parted before linking arms and heading off to meet with the rest of the group. They would be a bit late, Wes would whine at them for that, but nothing could dampen their good moods, their huge smiles or the new light that was now present in both their eyes again - one that everyone had seen years before, but was shining even brighter this time around - and that would remain there for years to come.

So, this is it! I guess I'll see you at the Epilogue.
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Xoxo - Julia