Chapter 15! I can't believe how much of a huge part of my life this story has become. I knew I'd love writing it, but to get to this point and still be brimming with new ideas, just, WOW! I love writing this so much, and to have so many views and to get such good reviews, it feels amazing. So thank you. Thank you to each and every one of you.

This is the last chapter of the reunion. I had no idea that I'd love writing about the old ND members so much, but I have. As there are so many of them, I feel like I don't go into enough detail to their characters and what they've been up to since school. Because of this, I am going to write a series of spinoff stories surrounding these characters, including Joe serenading Quinn, the naming of Tears and Cookies, Santana at the theatre and more. I'm going on a trip tomorrow with a ridiculously long bus journey, so I shall use my time wisely :)

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside and paddyofurniture, for making me smile and even cry with happiness. You have brightened up my world, both of you. There simply aren't words to explain how grateful I am to you two.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Story so far...

At the ND reunion, a lot of people sang a lot of songs. Secrets came out and drink was drunk. A very drunk pair of boys ended up sharing a single bed...

-*T&C*-

Kurt woke to the sound of ringing. He felt a movement beside him as his boyfriend stirred. Blaine rolled onto Kurt, reaching for his phone. He apologised to the drowsy twenty-three year old, lying on his chest, bare skin touching bare skin. As Blaine slid the lock across to read his text, Kurt winced at the bright light. Blaine pressed a kiss to his lips before reading the message and typing out a hasty reply. He put the phone back on the bedside table and nuzzled Kurt's cheek tenderly where it met his neck.

"I'm sorry about that," he whispered to the soft skin.

Blaine climbed off Kurt and the older boy whimpered at the sudden loss of contact to his naked chest. He turned on his side so that he could look at his boyfriend in the dark. "What time is it?"

Blaine continued to press sweet kisses to the face opposite him. "Almost half past six."

"What?!" Kurt winced when he realised how loud he had been, but relaxed when he didn't hear any movement from down the corridor. He continued in a whisper. "Why are you getting texts at this hour?"

Blaine didn't reply, but just kept on blessing every inch of Kurt's skin with a gentle kiss. Soon enough, they both fell asleep again.

*Bleep bleep. Bleep bleep*

"Godsake, Blaine." Kurt cursed that he was such a light sleeper. He glanced across at the window to see light coming in through the curtains. "Right, I give up. I'm getting up. I'm going in the shower."

There was no answer behind him. Kurt turned his head to see the curly haired man snuggled deeply into the pillow, breathing softly in his sleep. Kurt grinned mischievously. He knew that Blaine had set his phone settings on ring twice, so he picked up the offending piece of technology and placed it very carefully on the pillow right next to his boyfriend's ear. Kurt sat up, admiring his handiwork. He got out of bed, tucking the covers back around Blaine and walked over to the suitcase at the bottom of his own bed, sifting through his clothes. He pulled out jeans and a top, straightening up and waiting. He didn't have to wait long.

*Bleep bleep. Bleep bleep*

"Shit!" Blaine awoke immediately, sitting bolt upright, eyes alight. He saw his boyfriend giggling slightly from the other side of the room. "You..." Blaine's voice was deep and threatening, but teasing. He flung the covers off himself and leapt out of bed, running down the corridor after the yelping Kurt. As the bathroom door slammed in his face, he brought his knuckles to the door, then remembered that it was probably about seven in the morning and, begrudgingly, returned to their room to answer the text.

The door opened slightly and a wet haired Kurt stuck his head around it. "Is it safe to enter?"

"I hate you."

Kurt grinned. "No you don't." He walked over to where Blaine was still laying on his bed, arms folded and a stern expression burning a hole in the wall. Kurt sat next to him and placed a hand on his knees, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down his leg. Blaine continued to stare angrily at the wall. Kurt changed tactics and ran the hand further down until it reached the curly haired man's feet. He quickly slipped his hand under them and started tickling them, his other hand pouncing in to stop Blaine from trying to move his feet away.

Blaine's legs twitched, and although he was still staring at the wall, he was struggling to keep a straight face. The corners of his mouth flicked upwards. Soon enough he had tears of laughter streaming down his face, begging Kurt to stop as the nimble fingers had moved from his ticklish feet to the rest of his body. Now using both hands, Kurt had to trap his wriggling boyfriend under his legs. His boyfriend still crying out with laughter, Kurt had to keep bringing a finger to his lips to remind him that everyone else was still asleep, but now Kurt was struggling to stay quiet himself as the sight of his squirming boyfriend was making him laugh too.

Finally, Blaine managed to catch Kurt's wrists, and the tickling ceased. A silence fell on the small bedroom. Blaine's gaze flickered between Kurt's eyes and his plump lips. Slowly he sat up, titling his head slightly before he reached them. His eyes closed softly and their breath mingled for a few seconds before they moved their heads just that little bit further and their mouths connected.

The energy in the air was electric. This deep, chaste kiss felt like their first. No, better than their first, as they'd had five years of memories since then. Slowly, Blaine loosened his grip on Kurt's wrists and brought his palms to caress his boyfriend's cheeks. Kurt followed suit, pushing his fingers deep into the curls on the younger man's head. It was a gentle kiss; a searching kiss; a loving kiss.

After what seemed like years, they pulled away. Blaine sat back a little bit so he could look into the countertenor's eyes. "You're right; I don't."

"Are they not up yet?"

"Blaine darling, just because you can be awake for ten minutes and suddenly you're full of energy does not stop the fact that it is currently half past seven in the morning. Now; do you want toast or cereal?"

"Cereal I think. And it's okay, I can do it."

"I know you can, but I want to."

"Aww." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "Thank you, T. But will you let me make you coffee?"

"No need, I did it while you were in the bathroom. Wait, have you gelled your hair down?"

"No…"

"Blaine?"

"No, but may or may not have tried to flatten it a bit."

"Come here." Kurt beckoned his boyfriend with a slender finger. He reached out to the mop of black hair and pushed both hands over it, messing it up as much as he could as Blaine stood, shoulders hunched up and eyes screwed up and waiting for it all to be over. "There. Done. Perfect." Blaine stuck his tongue out. "Come on, eat up. Then we can go and wake the others. I think they've had quite enough of a lay in, don't you?"

Blaine and Kurt finished their breakfasts quickly, eyes glinting. They pushed the basement door open silently and crept down. They arrived among a sea of beds and bodies and were suddenly struck with the knowledge that they didn't know how they were going to wake everyone up.

Blaine tapped Kurt's arm, the presence of an idea visible in his expression. He pointed to Kurt and then to the ground, motioning that Kurt should stay where he was. He then pointed to himself and then to the stage and the microphone, and mimed singing into it. Kurt tried to make his giggles silent as he nodded, approving the idea.

Blaine set out on his journey over the mattresses. He walked around Will and Emma's beds, although for the distance between them, they might as well have shared. He stepped over the corner of Quinn and Joe's single mattress - now that everyone knew, they didn't see much sense in separating themselves from each other. Santana and Brittany's arms were tangled up on the floor and Blaine had to step over them carefully. He was only a couple of metres away from the stage now. He stepped over Puck's legs and he moved in his sleep, causing Blaine to lose his balance. He wobbled for a minute, arms flailing, before completely losing balance and careering onto Sugar.

The girl awoke with a yelp and grabbed the body nearest to hers, which happened to be Rory. He awoke and sat up sharply, waking Lauren, who woke Sam. The noise was horrendous, and soon everyone was awake, most wincing horribly due to thief hangovers. The only person who had emerged from the scene unscathed was Kurt, who was now bent double and laughing, struggling for breath at the bottom of the stairs.

"When we said… wake them…up." Kurt struggled to talk, tears of laughter streaming down his face. He gave up on trying to stand and collapsed in a pile on the floor. He banged the floor with his fist.

Mr Schue looked at him in concern. "Is he- is he alright?"

Blaine stood from where he was lying on Sugar. "Yeah, I think so." He walked over to his boyfriend and put a hand on his, stilling it. "Hangovers, remember?"

Kurt nodded and stopped laughing. He calmed himself and changed his position so that he was now sitting on the floor cross-legged. His mind replayed the scene and he dissolved once more into a fit of giggles. "You didn't see… none of you saw…"

Blaine patted him on the back. "Aaaaaand, calm? I think I twisted my ankle, and certainly got some decent bruising, and all you can do is laugh?"

Kurt pouted. "You want me to rub it better?"

He was awarded with a playful shove before Blaine stood, clapping his hands together - immediately pulling them apart and apologising to everyone who was holding their ears - and announced that he would make everyone breakfast to say sorry for waking them all up so brutally.

"So is everyone packed and ready to go?"

It was now midday. Finn and Rachel had awoken at the noise coming from the basement and had joined them a few minutes afterwards. The rest of the morning had been spent trying hangover cures and singing songs like She Will Be Loved and Viva La Vida; ones they had always wanted to do but had never been given the chance. Mr Schuester even sang a cheeky serenade of Isn't She Lovely to the stomach of his wife, who batted him away every few seconds.

Now, they were getting hungry again, and Finn knew that their planes (for those who needed them) were leaving late afternoon. He still had one more place where he needed to take everyone before they could say goodbye for another year.

"Emma, we really should get going. I need to make sure that Lullaby League whip your asses at Nationals, Blaine."

"Yeah right, Mr Schue. My boys are going to beat you, you know that."

Emma stepped in. "Well we'll find out soon, won't we."

Will drew a hand across her waist. "Yeah, you're right. Well, until next year then, folks!"

New Directions said goodbye to their former director, waving to him and Emma as they set off down the road in the same car that he'd had when he had first started Glee club.

"So. Is everyone ready?" Finn repeated his question.

There had never been more cars parked in the carpark of the little café. Kurt and Blaine had gone in Finn's car as they'd be going back to the house to say goodbye to Burt and Carole afterwards, but everyone else had driven in the cars they had arrived in (Mercedes, who had arrived by taxi, and Santana, by limo, had found spare seats in the other cars and they were going to get transport from the café).

They filed in the door and instantly the quiet Lima Bean was no more, 17 young adults penetrating the peaceful atmosphere. They ordered coffees and sandwiches ("Britt, honey, you can't have a three cheese mocha, it just won't work") and settled at a table that the staff had had to make using most of the tables in the room. Even so, there were still groups of people as the circular tables didn't really work well when joined together.

Kurt and Blaine were sat with Mercedes, but Kurt was doing most of the talking as he tried to reconcile their friendship, Blaine fishing his phone out of his pocket every couple of minutes as a text came through and he typed out a reply, hitting send and waiting for the cycle to continue again.

"At the time you broke contact you'd just started touring as a backing singer. You still doing that?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Well, most of the time I'm given my own slot. My most recent tour, I was support for a huge artist so that was pretty exciting. And at the studio I'm still used as a backer, but that's getting increasingly less often. I've had a couple of CDs out now which have done okay, but they think the next one, the one we're working on now, will be the one to hit the charts and take the world by storm."

"Who's they?"

"Oh, the reviewers. And my producers of course. Everyone is amazing at Interscope."

"Yeah. Well, good for you; I'm glad you're doing what you enjoy. Life has worked out pretty well, yeah?"

"Yes, it has. But what about you? Not in New York yet?"

"No, I haven't really-" Blaine's phone gave a particularly loud bleep as he hadn't had time to return it to his pocket since the last text. Kurt shook his head and continued. "I haven't really had the desire to move there. I mean, all of our friends are in Columbus or Westerville. We've got Bocelli and I'm not sure how well he'd travel. Plus, Blaine and I both have excellent jobs and I don't really fancy giving mine up to go and live in the Big Apple. Besides, Columbus is closer to Lima than New York is, and that means it only takes me an hour and a half to come out here to visit dad and Finn and Rach. No, I'm not in NYC, but I don't really plan to. Not yet, at least."

"Okay. Makes sense, I guess."

Blaine slid his phone away again. "Sorry about that. What were you guys talking about?"

Before Mercedes could reply, Artie called out from the other side of the café. "Blaine, mate. If you and Kurt got married, what relation would you and Joe be?"

"I don't kno-" Blaine was cut off.

"Oh wow." Kurt was excited at having this challenge. "So, let's start from Joe. He is husband to Quinn so… step father to Beth? Beth is adoptive half-sister to Rachel, so you'd be Rach's… step-adoptive half-father? Does that work? Rach is Finn's wife, so Finn's step-adoptive half-father-in-law. I'm Finn's step-brother, so my… can somebody help me out?"

"Ermm…" Blaine worked through his logic. "You're Kurt's… no, back a step. Kurt is Rachel's step-brother-in-law. Rachel is my… step-sister-in-law-in-law? Rachel to Beth… erm… adoptive half-sister? Can- has anyone else got a clue?"

Puck took over. "Beth is Rachel's adoptive half-sister, Finn's adoptive half-sister-in-law, Kurt's, uh, Kurt's step-adoptive half-sister-in-law. So she'd be Blaine's, uh, step-adoptive half-sister-in-law-in-law." At this point Puck gave up too, throwing his hands in the air. "This is crazy, guys!"

Britt, who had been fairly quiet until now, said "we really are a family."

"Yeah, Britt." Santana hugged her once-girlfriend to her side. "You're right. As always. Listen, can I… can I talk to you for a minute?"

The pair stood and, little fingers held, left the café to stand and talk outside.

Mercedes took Santana's seat so that she could talk to Rachel. Blaine's phone rang again but as he got it out of his pocket, Kurt snatched it from him.

"Hey, that's important."

"I know. He's clearly very important; that's why you've been texting him all weekend and practically non-stop today. Who is he? Is he good looking?" Kurt struggled to keep the hurt out of his voice that he'd been hiding all day.

"What?"

"Who is he?" Kurt tried not to raise his voice as he didn't want to attract any attention.

"Listen, T, you've got it all wrong. Okay? I'd never do that. Not ever. I love you. I can still remember the first time I said those words to you, sitting here. You looked so surprised that I'd pick you. But I do. Every time, I swear."

"And I love you too."

Blaine smiled. "Good. As for my 'mysterious texter', it's Peter."

"Peter?"

"Don't sound so surprised."

"Well, I am. Why has he been texting you?"

"It's, erm, not good news I'm afraid."

"Oh God, is Robert okay?" Blaine grimaced and Kurt's hand flew to his mouth in horror. "No…"

"No, he's okay for now. But…" Blaine closed his eyes to control his emotions and Kurt put his hands on Blaine's clasped ones, comforting him. "They're thinking weeks rather than months."

Kurt gasped. "But, he always seems so nice, so lively. And he wouldn't want anyone to worry about him; how does Peter know?"

"Rob's mother rang him. She thought he ought to know. But Peter has made me promise not to tell Robert that he knows, or that I know. But he has really been struggling. I mean, his best friend has cancer. You can sort of understand that he wants to mess around all of the time, not think about what's happening."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. And for not believing you. God, I'm such an idiot."

"Hey, don't say that; you weren't to know. I guess I sort of knew that it was bad when Robert said he wanted to do drums for Nationals. But still he offered the position around. I wouldn't let any one else take it; he deserves his time to shine up on that stage. It'll almost definitely be his last."

"Here; your phone."

"You can read it if you want. To be honest, if you'd been on your phone as much as I had, I'd start to get suspicious."

"No, I believe you."

"Just read it to me, Kurt."

Kurt turned over the phone in his hand and slid the lock bar across. The message appeared on the screen. "Blaine, have you remembered about next weekend? We need to use all the time we can get and we're a person short." Kurt's eyes flicked up to look at his boyfriend. "What the hell?"

"What? Who is it from?"

Kurt's voice was bitter. "It says 'Greg Jones'. Who is he? And what are you doing next weekend?" Kurt spat his words out, eager to get them out of his mouth.

Blaine's clouded face cleared. "Ah, Dalton headmaster. The rehearsal weekend. You remember that, don't you? Oh shit, did you think…?"

Kurt hid his face in his hands in anguish. "Oh, Cooks, I'm so sorry. I keep putting my foot in it now. Of course I can remember him. And the weekend. Ugh, I'm an idiot. I have to keep reminding myself that someone like you actually wants to be with me."

"Someone like me?"

"Yeah. You know; devilishly handsome, incredibly good singer, sex god."

Blaine blushed and chuckled at the compliment. "You're not too bad yourself. So remember, I'm not going anywhere. Okay?" Kurt nodded just as another text came through. "Go on, you can read it. And I promise you I'm not cheating on you."

"Yeah his mum and step-dad are brilliant but, I don't know, I just want to be there to protect him. It's hard being the 'tough guy' when you've always got one eye on the friend that you think may drop dead any second." Kurt looked up at Blaine and handed him back his phone. "I think you'd better reply."

Blaine bit his lips and nodded grimly. His own problems as a teenager had been enough; why did he go back for round two only with seventeen lives of problems rather than just his own? He was considering his response when Kurt spoke again.

"And your lack of staff for next weekend? Problem solved."

"Huh?"

"You didn't think I'd leave you alone, did you?"

Blaine smiled.

The group filed out of the Lima Bean. "Well, I guess this is it," Finn stated.

"Yeah, looks like it."

Everyone stood around awkwardly. Kurt spotted Mercedes and decided to break the uncomfortable silence. "'Cedes. I wondered, if you wanted, you can come up to stay with us? In Columbus? If you have a week where you're not doing anything?"

A smile as wide as the Atlantic Ocean lit up her face. "I'd love to. Thank you." Her eyes were filled with happiness, joy at being accepted again.

A yellow car drove down the street and parked next to where they were all standing. Mercedes stepped up to Kurt and hugged him, trying to push all of her love and thankfulness into him. She pulled away. "Well, this is me." She picked up her bag that Mike had brought round from his car. "I'll see you all next year. I promise." She disappeared into the taxi and it drove off.

"Santana, how long ago did you ring for yours?"

The Latina took a breath. "I, er, didn't."

"How do you mean?"

She looked over to Brittany. "I'm, um, going back with Britt. If they don't have any spare tickets for the plane then I'll wait for the next one. I'm going to live in Florida. With Britt."

"Oh." Sam sounded surprised. "So that's what you two were talking about out here?"

"Yeah. Among other things."

"Oh?"

"We're getting back together. For good." Brittany lit up as she spoke, jumping up and down with excitement.

To any other group of friends, they may have thought that accepting Santana back so easily was stupid, that she'd only get hurt again. But not the New Directions. They knew that Tana hated being away from Britt, and also how depressed Britt had got after Tana left. And furthermore, they knew that Brittany wasn't exaggerating; they really would be together forever if they both wanted it, and they both did.

"Oh, and Joe, by the way," Brittany stopped just as they were all about to get in their cars. "Blaine would be your step-daughter's adoptive half-sister's step-brother-in-law-squared, and Blaine, you'd be Joe's step-adoptive half-father-in-law-squared."

The mouths of everyone present fell open.

I had to get a bit of clever Britt in there, I had to! And the relationship made me laugh. I spent so long with I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE today working out how they were related and drawing a (very complex) family tree. Our conversation was actually very similar to what ended up here! Thanks for helping me with that :)

If you like the song Isn't She Lovely, please check out Coatsy's Totally Awesome song drabble :D - found under Klaine Drabbles

In other news, I love writing angst. I hate the thought of these two amazing boys breaking up, but I love any other form of tension :) I'm not sure about the next chapter yet, but there is something I wrote a while ago which may be making an appearance sometime soon... be prepared for way worse than this!

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