A/N: Holla people! How are you? Anxiously waiting for 'Come What May' like me? I feel you.

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And now, time to confess my sins: I'm going on a trip this weekend (leaving on Friday, coming back Monday dawn), so there will be no update :( Maaaybe I'll post two afterwards? I dunno. All I know is that I'LL MISS THE EPISODE! THE EPISODE! Just kill me now.

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Chapter Ten – Don't Give Up On Me, Please, Remind Me Who I Really Am

Blaine was waiting at the clearing, a small fire pit in front of him. He had slipped a small note in Kurt's trailer, and he was just waiting for the man to appear. He purposely arranged their meeting for well after midnight, just to make sure everyone was asleep.

Suddenly, he heard a small rustle on the ground not far from where he was, and he smiled broadly when he saw Kurt's figure in the shadows.

"B. D. A.?" the boy asked, mildly confused. "I can guess that B stands for Blaine, but..." he didn't even finish his sentence, plopping instead on the ground next to Blaine and looking at him. "Yes, B does stand for Blaine, you smart, smart man" Blaine teased him, poking him with his elbow. Kurt tried to glare at him, but the action was destroyed by the giggle that escaped his mouth. "D stands for Devon, my middle name, and A stands for my last name, Anderson."

"It is funny" Kurt commented. "Not your name, heavens no!" he quickly replied to a fairly insulted Blaine. "No, I was referring to the fact that you are one of the best friends I have ever had in my life, and still, I didn't know neither your middle nor your last name. Come to think about it, I don't know anything really about you, Blaine Devon Anderson."

"Well, for the record, I don't know your middle name either, so I guess we stand on equal grounds" Blaine smiled. "I honestly want to know your middle name" he continued when he saw Kurt averting his gaze.

"You would laugh" the boy said in an even tone, turning his eyes away. "With you, maybe. At you, never". Kurt looked back at Blaine, who felt like he was being measured. Kurt then sighed, surrendering. "Very well. But only if you tell me something about your life in return" he warned Blaine, pointing a finger at him. "Why don't we do this in turns?" Blaine offered. "I say something personal, then you say something personal. Do we have a deal?" Kurt half-smiled and said, "Deal. Well, if you have to know..."

"Kurt..."

"Very well! My middle name is... Elizabeth."

He instantly turned to look at Blaine, who was smiling warmly. "It's a lovely name", he said. "Why would I laugh at it?"

"Because it's a female name?" Kurt asked sarcastically, underlining the word "female".

"So? You must have had your reasons to choose it, and I respect your reasons, so I respect your name. My turn now?" Kurt motioned at him to continue, his eyes fixed at the fire. "Let me see... Well, I should start from the very beginning. I never met my parents." Blaine said, a sad smile on his face. His statement was followed by silence, so he looked up at a taken aback Kurt. "I thought Will and Emma were your parents" he whispered.

"In a sense, they are. They cared for me and brought me up when my own two real parents would not" Blaine replies, a knot starting to form in his throat. "I was left at Emma's porch with a note that said, 'Prenditi cura del mio piccolo bambino, Anderson junior'. And that is all I know about my mother, that she left me to a stranger's hands, and that she was Italian. That is also all I know of my father, that his last name is Anderson."

Kurt asked him in a watery voice, "Did you ever find your father?"

"No!" Blaine chuckled sadly. "No, although both me and Will tried to. He was nowhere to be found. A great parental model, wouldn't you think?" he laughed bitterly. When silence was all he heard for once more, he scooted closer to Kurt, whose eyes were starting to fill with tears. "I have learned to live with it, Kurt. And although it pains me to think of them sometimes, I am happy with my life here. I wouldn't change it for anything". Because if this wasn't my life, then maybe I wouldn't have met you, he carried on in his mind.

Kurt dried his eyes and attempted a smile. Blaine instinctively smiled back. Kurt let out a breath and wondered, "Well, it's my turn now, isn't it? I will start at the beginning as well. I do know my parents. In fact, my father raised me until I was sixteen."

"And then?" Blaine urged him.

"And then, our county's jury sentenced me to death" Kurt completed his tale, leaving Blaine agape.

"What?"

"Exactly what you heard. Someone, a Duke apparently, accused me of treason. I did not want to die - who wants to? - so I left. They simply wanted an excuse to wipe me out, since I didn't and still don't exactly live up to the status quo." Blaine raised one eyebrow, and Kurt looked at him like a deer caught in a trap.

Blaine touched his hand lightly, squeezing it for reassurance. "If you don't want to tell me, I won't put any more pressure on you", he stated, looking straight into Kurt's eyes. Kurt shook his head, took a deep breath and insisted, "No, I will tell you. I promised you, and I feel ready to. I just want you to swear to me, swear on your life that you will never tell this to anybody. Do I have your word?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course. I know what it is like to hold a secret, a heavy one, for that matter. So, not only will I take your secret to my grave, but I will also tell you mine. Okay?" he asked, smiling softly.

Kurt smiled back, "Okay. Well, I… You see… Idon'tlikegirls" he whispered in one breath.

Blaine's heart was amidst two decisions: one; should it start to beat a million times per nanosecond or two; freeze in his chest. "Wh-what do you mean, Kurt?"

Kurt sighed and averted his gaze. "Girls don't appeal to me. Not the way they should."

"So… Does that mean… Do boys appeal to you? That way?" Blaine asked hesitantly, holding onto Kurt's hand like it was his only lifeline.

Kurt snapped his head back at him. "How…?"

Blaine smiled brightly. "I guess we have a lot more in common than we thought."

Kurt's mouth was open in a gape for longer than three seconds, so Blaine took the liberty of joking, "Close your mouth, Kurt, unless you want a fly to get in."

Kurt started laughing, and Blaine guessed it was more nerves coming out than his joke, but he joined in nonetheless. "So, carry on with your story?" Blaine nudged him, and Kurt's face clouded once more.

"Right. Well, I did not speak to anyone the day before my departure, not even my father. I simply visited my mother's grave and left her a bouquet of flowers; cyclamens, marigolds and absinth, I still remember that. I stole away during the night, stopping for a moment or two outside my father's bedroom, and then carried on. I didn't warn him; I simply whispered a 'good-bye' during the night" Kurt managed to finish, his tears falling freely now.

Without even thinking, Blaine took him in his arms and started rubbing his back soothingly. Kurt was now sobbing, clutching even tighter on Blaine's jacket. Blaine just held on, unconsciously rocking back and forward, until Kurt's sobs faded away. Blaine didn't let go even then, because his breathing was still shallow and quick.

"I am a coward, aren't I, Blaine?"

"No, no, no! Don't ever think that of yourself, ever again" Blaine rapidly answered. "Saving your life and keeping your father from experiencing the worst feeling a parent can; that's what I call bravery, Kurt, not cowardice."

Kurt started crying all over again, clearly not believing Blaine's words. Suddenly, a blackbird started singing.

"Listen, Kurt", Blaine whispered. "Listen how beautiful and yet how heart-breaking his song is. Do you know what that means?" He felt Kurt shaking his head against his chest. "It means that pain fades away eventually. Night is when fear and sorrow dwell, but come sunrise, happiness will return, and I hope that you will be able to see, eventually, through those sunken eyes of yours."

Kurt sniffed and raised his head. "See what?" He asked in a breathy voice.

"What a courageous, brave, perfect man you are" Blaine responded, ducking his head to look in the other boy's eyes. Kurt was looking at him as though he had never seen him before.

"I'm not perfect", he said in a whisper.

"You are perfect. You're perfect to me" Blaine breathed.

Kurt started leaning closer to Blaine's face, really slow, giving Blaine the chance to move away. But Blaine didn't, he never would, so Kurt carried on, still in a slow pace. Blaine's heartbeat was echoing in his ears now.

When their lips touched, his heartbeat stopped. He instinctively moved his hands to cradle Kurt's face, wet from his tears. Kurt's arms snaked around his waist, pulling him even closer. They kissed for what seemed like eternity, but could also be a few seconds; they couldn't have known, they had no sense of time. When they finally broke apart, they didn't move at all.

"You don't know for how long I've wanted to do that", Kurt sighed, resting his forehead on Blaine's.

"I'll take a wild guess and say, since the moment we met."

Kurt scrunched his nose in adorable confusion, a smile playing on his mouth. "How did you know?"

"That's for how long I have wanted to kiss you", Blaine mouthed against his lips. Kurt dove in for another kiss, deeper and more emotional this time.