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A/N: Well, this is the Epilogue. I think you'll like it. Thanks for those of you who have stuck with me through the entire writing process. I know; it's hard when an author rarely updates a fic. I hope you enjoy the ending. ((;
(I just want to thank my beta, Rachelle, for taking the time to fix all of my mistake in the previous chapters. This one is all mine, though, so I apologize for any mistakes that you find.)
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One Year and Six Months Later
"Good afternoon, Mister Schuester," Blaine greeted the older man with a shake of the hand.
The man grinned at him, "I told you to call me Will."
Blaine nodded, "That, you did. I apologize, Will. My guys are unloading the stuff now, so, if you'll just sign on the dotted line."
He handed the teacher a clipboard, and the man signed his name. Will handed the pen to Blaine, then, and shoved his hands into his pockets, looking around in awe.
"I can't believe we sold out an entire arena," he mused. Then, he looked back at Blaine, "Thank you so much for sponsoring us. It was a big risk, on your part."
"Anything for the youth of America," Blaine shrugged.
He remembered when he was in Glee club in high school. It was his main outlet for the shit going on in his life, besides theater. Blaine was, honestly, glad to help this show choir that Mister Schuester ran, especially since it was his last year of teaching, before he retired.
"Who would've thought that my choir, who used to get bullied and slushied by the population of the school we came from," Will smiled. "Would be performing a sold out concert?"
Blaine smiled kindly at the man. This was the dream, and he was so happy for the man and his kids.
"Thanks to that journalist," Will continued to speak, "we were brought to the attention of people all over New York. I don't even know how he found out about us. He's a theater critic and all..."
"What?" Blaine interrupted him, eyes wide. "A th-theater critic?"
Will nodded, looking confused.
"Yeah," he said. "His name is Kurt, I think. Yeah. Kurt Hummel. Do you know him?"
Kurt pulled into the parking lot, his nerves eating at him. This was a big day. Not just for him, but also for the show choir that he had gone behind his old boss' back to help out. If this concert didn't work out, he would lose his job at the paper, and he wouldn't have money for school, come the Fall.
He quickly pulled into a parking space, a few rows away from the building because a truck was blocking the spaces closest to the entrance.
Kurt quickly hurried out of his car, grabbing his messenger bag, before closing the door, and locked the doors. As he made his way to the front doors, he didn't bother reading the name on the truck he hurried passed.
If he had, it probably would have saved him a surprise later that day.
"Was that Kurt?" Thad asked curiously, as he watched a slim figure hurry passed the open back on the moving truck.
The other three men in the truck dropped their own boxes and hurried to look outside. They watched a figure, dressed to the nines, with a familiar leather bag, hurry into the building.
Nick nodded, and they all shared a worried glance.
Blaine knew that Kurt would be buzzing around the building, so he tried his best to avoid him.
He hadn't actually seen the other man yet, hoping he wouldn't have to, seeing as Kurt probably had a boyfriend. That was a whole lot of awkward and unnecessary pain that Blaine didn't feel like going through. It hurt too much to just think about, so he made quick trips from the truck to backstage.
Sure, he knew he probably wouldn't be able to stay away from Kurt forever, but the least he could do was try.
It was this logic that had him ducking behind a pillar in the lobby, when he saw Kurt. Security spotted him and thought he was acting suspiciously, so they brought him back in the arena, to their office, where his record was brought up.
"I work here," Blaine kept saying. "I'm the guy who donated all of the instruments for the concert!"
After about half an hour, the door to the office opened, and in stepped Kurt, looking annoyed.
"You asked me to-" he started to say to one of the security guards, but he stopped, eyes landing on Blaine, who had ducked his head, hoping Kurt wouldn't see him. "Blaine?"
"I was trying to avoid you," Blaine said honestly, as he blushed, ashamed at his immaturity.
Kurt tried not to let that sting, but it did. He thought that they'd ended amicably, but he seemed to have been wrong. He thought that, if he ever saw Blaine again, they could try again. Missing Blaine had been a constant part of his life, and he would be happy if it wasn't there anymore.
"Why?" he asked, as they walked back into the lobby, walking feet apart.
Blaine picked at a hangnail on his thumb as he admitted, "I didn't want to get my hopes up."
"Hopes up for what?" Kurt replied softly, stopping beside the pillar that Blaine had been taken by security from.
The other man blushed, meeting Kurt's eyes. The two were interrupted by Mister Schuester, before Blaine could answer.
"Oh! I'm glad you're both here," he announced. "Kurt, the kids wanted to personally thank you backstage for all that you've done, and, Blaine, they wanted to-"
"It's not necessary," Blaine assured him, smiling kindly. "I still have to unload more instruments. They already thanked me - many times."
Will smiled, nodding. He'd known Blaine for only a few months, now, but he already knew that the man was humble and kind and honest. He was a really good guy, and he was happy to have met him.
Blaine turned to leave then, sparing a glance back at Kurt, who was watching him curiously.
They shared a shy smile.
The night had been long and exhausting.
The New Directions had been a hit, gaining many standing ovations and tons of good press. By the morning, their names would be in dozens of newspapers, magazines, and online blogs.
Blaine was packing up instruments backstage, waving to the Glee kids as they left with their families, when Kurt finally found him.
He stood at stage right, just watching Blaine for a few minutes.
The man had gotten impossibly more attractive. He looked more muscular, more awake, and happier. Kurt smiled, as Blaine jumped around, humming songs that the kids had sang tonight.
"You could help me. You know," Blaine said, turning to look at Kurt with a knowing smile.
"How did you know I was here?" Kurt asked, walking over to him, and began helping Blaine put away guitars.
Blaine just smiled, sparing a glance at Kurt, who had his attention on the Fender his was packing, before looking down into the box.
He shrugged.
They both quietly worked until they were finished packing things.
"So what have you been up to?" Kurt asked suddenly.
Blaine smiled, replying, "Uh...I've been sponsoring these kids. I'm a year sober, next week. Uh...that's about it. I guess. You?"
"That's so great," Kurt commented softly. "Uh...I'm going back to school in the Fall at Parson's...which is a fashion school."
"I know," Blaine murmured, and they both chuckled softly.
"I...still work at the paper, but now I have Sue's job. She got fired for trying to kill one of my new, up and coming, journalists. Oh! And I got my dream car!"
"Really?" Blaine grinned. "That's great! And a Mustang? Really? Is it totally awesome?"
Kurt grinned, nodding quickly.
"The best."
They were both quiet for a while.
"So did you know that Dave and Sebastian are getting married? And I heard that Quinn is pregna-"
"Can we just talk about us?" Blaine blurted out, interrupting Kurt's sentence.
He blushed, and Kurt nudged him with his shoulder, silently telling him that it was okay.
"Sure," he nodded.
"Are you seeing anyone?" Blaine asked bravely.
Kurt sighed, "Nope."
He was glad that Blaine had been the one to ask because he feared that he would have been the one to get his hopes up, only to have them shot down, when he found out that Blaine was dating someone a thousand times better than him.
"You?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, sending Kurt a smirk.
"Of course, not," he murmured.
Their eyes met, then, and they smiled knowingly at one another.
"Ah - it's been a while," Kurt groaned, as Blaine added a third finger.
Blaine raised an eyebrow at the other man, around his knee.
Kurt just shrugged, letting Blaine stretch him. He waited a few moments for the burn to slowly go away, and then all he felt was pressure, as Blaine crooked his fingers and touched his prostrate. He let out a long, low, moan, as Blaine continued to hit the spot.
After a few minutes, Kurt let out a frustrated groan and grabbed Blaine's wrist, pulling his hand away from Kurt. Blaine let out a soft chuckle, and Kurt smiled, as he picked up the lube off of the bedside table. He faltered for a moment, debating whether or not to take a condom as well.
"I'm clean," Blaine stated, biting his lip, practically reading Kurt's mind.
Their eyes met, silently having a conversation.
It's not like they needed to use protection. Neither of them had, had sex since each other. They'd each only gone on dates and had the occasional hand job or blow job here and there.
Kurt smiled with a shrug and opened the lid of the lube. He squirted some into his palm and then reached down, grabbing Blaine's cock. He slicked it up quickly and then wiped the excess lubricant on the sheets beneath him. Kurt quickly closed the lid of the bottle and tossed it aside, taking Blaine's cock in his hand and line the man up with his hole.
"This...isn't...ah...a one...night - ooh - stand. Is...it?" Kurt asked, as Blaine slowly entered him.
When he bottomed out, Blaine smiled down at Kurt. They stayed that way for a while, just staring at one another.
Blaine cupped Kurt's face, then, and leaned down to place a soft kiss on the man's lips.
"I love you," he murmured.
"On the first date? Really?" Kurt joked, and they both laugh.
He wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist and shifted a bit, letting out a moan, when the head of Blaine's cock nudged his prostate.
"I love you too," he murmured back.
They smiled at one another, and then Blaine began to move.
5 Years Later
"Blaine! Come, help me with the dishes!" Kurt called from the kitchen in their apartment.
He received no response from the other man, who was watching TV on the couch. Kurt let out a groan, getting ready to put the plate down that he was scrubbing, when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chin rest in the crook of his shoulder.
"Hello," Blaine murmured in Kurt's ear, before placing a soft kiss on the man's temple.
"Hi," Kurt grinned, turning his head to the side. "I'll wash. You dry."
"I can wash," Blaine offered, smiling pleasantly.
Kurt pecked him on the lips and shook his head.
"You suck at washing dishes," he stated nonchalantly.
Blaine pouted.
"Then, why did you ask me to help you?"
"Because I didn't want to be alone," Kurt replied almost instantly.
They were both quiet for a moment.
Blaine watched as Kurt scrubbed a China plate and then put it on the drying rack.
"You'll never be alone," Blaine assured Kurt, pulling away from him.
He moved to grab a dish towel and started to dry the clean dishes on the rack.
After a few minutes, the dishes were done, and Blaine was drying the last few. Kurt just watched him, smiling fondly at the other man.
"What?" Blaine finally asked, smiling bashfully, when he looked up to see Kurt staring at him.
"Nothing," Kurt shrugged.
That's the end! I had a fun time writing that! Thank you for reading.
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