Hello! Look who's back!

I'm sorry. This break was only meant to be a couple of weeks. It ended up lasting the rest of the Glee hiatus. And whilst I'm talking about Season 5, I would like to point you all towards my spoiler notice at the bottom of my profile page. Please can you read that before doing anything else? It's important to me.

So, you done that now? Good. Thank you.

Well, T&C. Let's see... This was due to be the penultimate chapter. But then I had a conversation with jobelle516 and I have changed my mind. Though I haven't written any more than this yet (and I really need to get cracking) I have decided to upload next Tuesday, then every day after that. T&C will end on the Tuesday following that. So that leaves... there will be 57 chapters in total. I suppose I should plan them out before promising that... Maybe I will. I am writing this A/N just after 4pm, so there I plenty of time to do that before I upload. Though I should also do homework; I received SBL in the post today and have been watching that. Chris is a genius. I love him even more now. Was that even possible?

Anyway. I might as well say it now: T&C's sequel, Smiles & Biscuits, will be coming out at some point. At the minute I want to focus one on project of mine (and probably school...) as well as 2013 and GMS. Thus, I won't start working on it straight away. However, when I do finally write and upload it, I shall be posting another chapter of T&C to announce that. So if you want to read the sequel, please stay subscribed to updates.

As far as warnings go: There are mentions of Robert in this installment, but nothing more. SBL hit me with a load more Cory feelings and they're bubbling fresh again. Tell me, how are you all coping?

Finally, I want you to enjoy this chapter. T&C has come a long way since when it started. To be honest, I want to rewrite it. That might be my project before I write S&B. And whilst I'm at it, I think I'll run a competition: Tell me why you think I chose the name S&B. Thank you for being so patient in waiting for this chapter. This is dedicated to all those who waited, and all of you who have only just found me. Enjoy.

Story so far...

Kurt's birthday. Blaine got his Warblers to do a concert called 'Raise Your Glass'.

ND reunion. They travelled down to Lima and all met up again.

Warbler weekend. Kurt and Blaine stay at Dalton just to insure that the boys are ready for Nationals.

Nationals. They pick up second place. Blaine is upset, but in the end decides that he doesn't need a win, only Kurt. He proposes and Kurt turns him down.

Robert. Klaine get back together, but then Robert collapses, and they realise he has days left rather than months.

Gaga. Mercedes turns up with 'Steffi'. Kurt fanboys, but then calms as he realises she's just human.

That is all.

-*T&C*-

The weekend went beautifully. Blaine, who had been planning on taking Kurt bowling as they hadn't been in years, had decided that his boyfriend wouldn't be too happy at leaving Gaga alone in the apartment. So instead, he spent Saturday trying to find an opening whilst Kurt was busy to try to talk to Gaga. He found it very tricky, Kurt not wanting to be apart from his idol for long. He had to tell her his favourite song, how much each meant to him, exactly when he'd not be able to stop himself from singing along if any of her songs started to play, the places around Columbus where he had heard her music. It was nonstop. And Blaine loved watching it.

Finally, just after lunch, Mercedes asked Kurt about his work. He took her into the lounge and spoke to her, reruns of Friends playing in the background. Blaine offered to do the washing up, and he had only just submerged his arms into the soapy water when he heard footsteps behind him. Gaga was offering to help, too. And with the door closed, Blaine was free to talk.

"I'm sorry. If he ever gets too much. He really loves you."

Gaga raised a hand as if to brush his comment away before picking up a tea-towel. "He's great. I love him too. At least he's not one of those who talks about himself in his fanboying over me."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "People do that?"

Gaga nodded. "Oh yeah. I guess it's sweet. They tell me how much I've changed their lives, and in doing so give me a diluted version of their life story."

They let a few minutes of silence pass between them, Blaine placing plates in the drainer and Gaga letting them drip dry for a while before towelling them dry, then searching for the cupboard in which to store them, Blaine often having to point the way.

"Have you ever sung for a fan?"

Gaga frowned whilst drying a knife. "How do you mean?"

"A private concert, of sorts. Have you ever done that?"

Gaga smiled. She put the knife in the open cutlery drawer. "You want me to sing for Kurt." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. She knew.

"I do. I think he'd love it."

"I know he would," she retorted. "When were you thinking?"

She wasn't even doubting him. It wasn't a question of if she'd do it. It was when. Blaine felt a warmth settling in his chest. "We don't get enough time together in the week, so make the most of our weekends, Sundays especially. For a couple of years we've had 'Sunday treats'. I think you would top all the others so far combined."

"You want me to sing to him tomorrow?" Suddenly, Blaine was nervous. Was she starting to back out. She can't have been expecting to be asked to sing. She had come here to escape, to get away from that life. And now- "What songs do you think he'd like?"

Or, you know, not.

The rest of their conversation was spent planning songs, Gaga offering samples quietly so they couldn't be heard through the closed door. A couple of times, Blaine joined in, singing softly or acting as percussion on a saucepan with a wooden spoon. He was complimented on his voice, and told they went quite well together. When Gaga suggested a duet, Blaine snapped the chance up. They talked about location, and realised they couldn't do it anywhere other than the apartment. Everything was sorted and arranged for Sunday.

Then they spoke of Robert, at Gaga's request. She wanted to know about the boy. About his likes and his fears. She said she did want to speak to him, to make him happy. They decided on Monday for that. Then the kitchen door opened and Kurt came in to wrap his arms around Blaine's waist from behind. Blaine, still elbow deep in washing up water, couldn't turn around to return the hug, but offered his cheek to be kissed.

Mercedes sat at the island and they spoke of Dalton. She'd heard so much of Blaine's Warblers, and said how she'd love to meet them. They mentally arranged how to get Cedes in the school for rehearsal on Monday, and figured they should see Robert after that. All the while, Kurt sat watching Gaga in his kitchen being so natural in fitting in and he wondered when he'd got so lucky.

They ordered in on Saturday evening, unable to eat out for obvious reasons. It was these takeaway boxes that Kurt was clearing on Sunday when Gaga found him in the kitchen, sleep still clouding her view. She had lead him away and sat him down on the sofa, telling him to just relax. Then she'd disappeared and come back with a coffee for him. Kurt was still finding it odd that Gaga as in his home. But it was a brilliant kind of odd.

They had sat and chatted, Gaga wasting the minutes away until Blaine got up, already showered and gave her a nod. Then Blaine sat down and she stood up. Before Kurt could so much as blink, the music started to play from Blaine's audio centre, and she started to sing. They had decided, the previous night, to begin with Born This Way. It was either the song choice that worked beautifully or Kurt was just so surprised that she was singing for him, but he began to cry. Little tears at first, clouding his vision, then streams dripping down his face. Blaine sat back against the sofa and pulled him onto his lap. Kurt cried into his chest, mouthing "thank you" into his neck. Blaine had just smiled, and held him close.

Half way through Big Hot Heart, Mercedes entered the room, headband holding hair off of her face. She smiled, and sat down on the armchair, watching. And then Blaine shifted under Kurt, and he got up to join Gaga in Paparazzi and Kurt could cry no more, only watch with wide eyes and open mouth.

In all, Blaine deemed the treat a success, the hugs from a thankful Kurt after the best gift he could ever receive. To Gaga, Kurt dropped on his knees and 'worshipped' her, promising to kiss her feet as many times a day as she needed it. She just laughed him off and sat on the floor in front of Bocelli's cage, the little bird behind her. The rest of the day went slowly, completely carefree. Kurt escaped the apartment with Mercedes for a few hours to take her shopping and show her around town, Gaga deciding that maybe it'd be better if she didn't tag along, just in case, and Blaine needing to clear his head for the Monday, which as bound to be as stressful as he feared it might be.

And that took them to where they were now: replete after Kurt had managed to get a takeaway from Sandy, happy after chatting in the living room, and sated after a proper thanking for the impromptu concert. Well, Kurt and Blaine at least. Kurt lay with his head on Blaine's chest, and kissed the bare skin. Yes, the weekend had gone exactly as they'd hoped.

Thank you for reading, and for your patience.

Also, thank you for your views last month. I got 2 off 14,000. That's nearly DOUBLE what I've had before. You seem to have really liked The Crash! Also, T&C hit 18,000. And actually, comparing those, you REALLY love The Crash! (Go and check it out if you haven't already...)

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