A/N: Yes, I'm finally back. Sorry it took so long, school has kept my muse away. This will be the only chapter for tonight and I'll post Blaine's tomorrow, I still need to write half of it. I have some news though, I'm going to cut down the updates to only one chapter a week, no matter the POV. It will give me a break to be able to post other things during the week and I'll also stay on top of the due dates instead of trying to post two at once. Anyways, that's it for now.

Warnings: Nothing really. More Klaine fluff and a lot of explanation for Kurt.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted, this is a work of fan fiction.

Enjoy!... Even though you're just waiting for the date chapter.

"He forgot he was magical and his horn fell off... but luckily he started looking for it before he turned into a zebra," the blond teen smiled proudly as she ran her fingers through Kurt's hair.

She's right to be proud... because she was here. Here for Blaine.

Brittany had always lived in a world separate than everyone else; that much had always been clear to Kurt. Special and Magical. But there had been times when he looked down on her as strange and dumb—he had come to regret those times. Particularly now, when he was finding out about how much effort Brittany had put into being with Blaine, supporting him without understanding what was really going on. At least not in a way that one might initially think.

Kurt knew she was right, now.

Blaine had lost what made him special. He lost his spark... and with that, his will to live.

"Did he find it, Brittany?" his voice was soft, hesitant.

He grew worried when she did not respond for several minutes, but Brittany did not allow him to look up at her as she continued to play with his hair.

"Lord Tubbington has been hiding my left socks from me," she whispered, her voice not as happy as it had been only moments before.

Kurt winced.

It hurt to think—to know that Blaine was still lost.

...and how everyone, but Brittany, did not see it.

Not even him.

The whole time Kurt helped his dad in the shop—he could not get his mind off Blaine.

It seemed almost impossible that Blaine had snapped back into his old self. Especially with how he had been the first time Kurt got to talk to him when he was mostly lucid. Blaine had showed no feeling, no emotion towards Kurt or for being alive—as if the whole world was on the other side of a glass wall and Blaine had gotten used to being detached. Knowing he did not belong or he was out of place, like he had lived his whole life a part of this one puzzle and fitting perfectly, before his shape just changed and now he lost the big picture he was once a part of.

Kurt could not help, even as he tried to keep his mind busy, scenes from his visit with Brittany playing over and over in his head.

Brittany had been there for Blaine and he had not.

Brittany saw, what even Kurt was blinded to.

Brittany saw that Blaine was still not himself, that he was still lost.

How could it have come to this?

How could Kurt's "B" be gone when Kurt saw so much of him in Blaine now than he had that first day. He got that him being there for Blaine helped the teen, but it made no sense that it would have happened so fast. Kurt coming back and suddenly Blaine was a new person?

Blaine had been at the brink—twice.

He had lost who he was.

He lost his will to live.

...but it was almost like he had not lost his will to love.

Love Kurt.

Kurt dropped the new spark plug he had been bringing over to his dad. Fuck, he thought, stopping in his tracks, That's it.

Blaine was getting better because Kurt was there. It was for Kurt, in a sense.

Here they were firmly set in the friends-only-zone but constantly flirting with the line because of how they felt for each other in the past—but it was the line-toeing that was giving Blaine hope that Kurt was going to give in, that they were going to be the romantic comedy of the century. The other teen was holding out for that, holding out for Kurt because he wanted to be a part of Kurt's life, Blaine wanted Kurt there as much as he wanted to be there.

Damnit!

He knew Blaine better than that! Where the fuck did he get off thinking Blaine would not do something like this?

Allowing him to just sacrifice himself over -their- relationship?! It was just so—Blaine to allow Kurt to dictate everything without much of a fight because all he wanted was for Kurt to be happy. He wanted to be there for Kurt, like he was the one who needed the—

Shit! He's been comforting -me- this whole time! Kurt cursed under his breath and stormed out of the garage towards the offices and back to the breakroom so he could take a shower. This whole time Blaine had been too scared to cross the line somewhere—

Then again, what line?

Holy Jimmy Choo... This whole time we were both so careful to not cross 'The Line' when we never ever talked about where it should fucking go! he thought frustrated, taking deep breaths in order to not let the fit he was throwing in his head actually manifest into something physical. While Burt was perfectly fine with Kurt walking out while he was helping out in the garage, especially when it was so slow, but he would rip his son a new one if he trashed the breakroom.

His face grew warm, fingers and toes began to tingle, breathing labored, and his heart felt like it was going to make a debut into the outside world the way it was beating against his sternum—Kurt had kept himself separate from Blaine, thinking it was for the best. He resisted every urge and temptation that Blaine (repeatedly) unconsciously released within Kurt.

At Blaine's house with his shirtless chest.

At the pool with Blaine dripping wet and nearly his whole body on display.

In Blaine's room after the pool when the curly-hair teen came out of the bathroom in a towel.

All those times—he held back because friends did not ravish friends. Not when they were not -those- kinds of friends.

As Kurt stood there, letting the confusing emotions and revelations wash over him before he let himself admit something that he would even push away from his thoughts when he was all alone in his bedroom, pushing himself to try and sleep and not check up on Blaine before he did because Blaine was a big boy and did not need to be coddled by Kurt...

He missed Blaine.

Kurt missed talking to him about Vogue and their deepest-darkest fears and everything between.

Kurt missed planning their future in as many combinations as he could, the different places they would live and the jobs they would have, if they would live in a house or an apartment and if they would have kids, the moment that the decided to get married or if Blaine or he would proposed.

He missed hugging him longer than friends would. He missed the spooning and fighting over who got to be the big spoon. He missed kissing Blaine lazily because the movie got boring. He missed being able to look in Blaine's eyes and prove to himself that there were more colors there than just hazel. He missed fake-laughing at Blaine's silly jokes even when they were actually funny, just to see Blaine pout. He missed being able to run his hands over Blaine's stubble because they had not gotten up for the day yet. He missed the way Blaine would roll them around the bed and bend him this way and that, because despite Kurt being the one to take charge of everything else—Blaine ruled the bedroom... he also missed the way Blaine counted the places they did—Kurt blushed—stuff (and remembering exactly what stuff they did) outside the bedroom.

But most of all—Kurt clenched his eyes shut to stave off his tears—Kurt missed the few moments, after every different moment, where they would just look at each other and whisper 'I love you.'

We're not strangers, Kurt thought, preparing himself to talk with Blaine about their relationship, We've been through more than most best friends have... so why bothering trying to fix a friendship that is not broken? When the relationship is...

The blue-eyed teen sighed heavily, tempted to run a hand through his hair but curled his fingers against the side of his jeans instead.

It's not going to be that hard, Hummel. Just do it.

The door was answered with seconds of him knocking, Cooper's smiling face greeted him and the man simply pointed to the livingroom threshold, not bothering to explain while he quickly made his way up the stairs. Kurt decided to ignore any lingering questions in favor of getting to Blaine and having this conversation as fast as possible. Expecting the other teen to be watching TV, Kurt was surprised to find him sleeping and practically hanging off the back of the couch.

Fondness washed over him in waves as he stared at Blaine's sleeping form; before Kurt even realized it, he was across the room kneeling next to Blaine and gently running his fingers through those curls of Blaine's that drove him up the wall.

I miss you.

It was truly tragic at how out of control he truly was at the moment when he practically jumped Blaine when he just woke up—No, actually, it was not tragic. Not at all.

It was magical, earth-quakingly beautiful, like coming home when he never realized he had left.

He missed this.

"Blaine," the blue-eyed teen called, gently nudging the thoroughly blissed-out teen.

"Uh," was the only response he got.

Kurt huffed and pressed his knuckles more firmly into Blaine's lower back muscles, "Listen to me! Don't fall asleep; you still need to return the favor."

"I'll make you so incoherent I'll need to revive you with 'true loves first kiss'," Blaine mumbled just clearly enough to leave Kurt flushed and wanting. "Besides, I am listening. No Breadstix, you want to do a day out. Personally, I think we should have a day in with chocolate-chip cookies, private dinner, movies, cookies, cuddling, massages, cookies—"

"Stop with the cookies," Kurt laughed, the feeling of fondness coming back.

"I'll never stop with the cookies," he said with a sigh. "Remember? At least twice a year."

The blue-eyed teen smiled down at Blaine's back, leaning down and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, "I'll hold you to that."

Blaine chuckled, moaning when Kurt moved his hands back up to his neck, "Oh! Good."

Kurt pulled his hands away, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I love you, don't stop?"

Kurt sighed.

Blaine grunted and turned himself under Kurt, grabbing onto his hips when the taller teen tried to move away to give him roo. Curls splayed out across the pillow, hazel eyes sparkling with green flecks, and a smile that made Kurt melt into the shorter teen. "Would you like to have a date here at my house? By ourselves? With no other people around? Where we can do whatever we want?"

"Sounds amazing," Kurt smiled, relaxing into Blaine's naked chest. "But you're not allowed to wear a shirt."

"Haha," Blaine mocked but froze when he saw the look on Kurt's face. "You're not serious are you? Kurt?"

The taller teen did not answer.

"Kurt?"

A/N: Kurt gets flirty... Awesome. I've got some surprises for you in the coming chapters, but I'm not going to say anything about them and just let them be surprises as the come. It'll be fun and nerve-wracking.

Anyways, thanks for you're continued interest and support! I hope you enjoyed!

Until next time,

Anjel Starlight