Author note: Well, will you look at that. People asked for a quick update and I delivered. Don't get too used to it though ;)

November 25th 2014 - Very early morning hours: Flight 490 from New York, NY to Columbus, Ohio. Kurt POV.

Kurt was done. So done. With everything, especially crowded planes and people who took forever to find their seats. He didn't have patience for this. Not today. But at least he got a row to himself, early morning flights were rarely packed, Thank you, Gaga. He wasn't ready for this day period though, he didn't want to face it. He wished he could go back in time, just a week. A week ago everything had been fine. But now...now everything was falling to pieces and he could still hear Carole's heartbreaking sobs in his head. He didn't understand how things could change so quickly, go so wrong - how life could get so dark, so suddenly. Although he more than anyone probably shouldn't have been so surprised. He had done this before after all. A little over a decade earlier. Twice before if you counted his dad's heart attack.

At least this time he hadn't had to do the hospital part. At least Finn had died instantly, he hadn't suffered. It wasn't like with his mother who fought for her life for days in that hospital bed, before she lost the fight. Those days, just waiting. Pure torture. The smell of antiseptic, the white walls, the endless stream of tears, the silence, no one talked to each other - the only noise during those days were the sound of the heartbeat machine; beep beep beep, over and over, while you prayed it wouldn't stop - but it did stop; beeeeeeeeeeep. All of it, forever etched into his brain. He didn't think he could have gone through that one more time and not lost his mind.

He walked down the aisle, trailing his carry-on after him, like a zombie. He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep and not...think. About anything. Especially not about how Finn was only a plane ride away, surely not about how next time he would see his brother, he would be dead. And certainly not about how he would have to say goodbye, for good. How was he supposed to let go? Just like that? When it was so unfair?

He quickly dumped his bag carelessly in the overhead compartment and sat down staring straight ahead at nothing, he was still completely in his own head; not really paying attention to anyone or anything, it didn't matter anyway. Nothing mattered. Not when so many lives were shattered in an instant. So he simply buckled himself in and as he closed his eyes and drifted off, he wondered briefly if Finn was with his mother now? He wasn't a believer, but it was a nice thought.

Suddenly Kurt found himself in the Hummel-Hudson living-room. The house was warm and bright, his dad and Carole were dancing around the coffee table to an oldie on the radio while Finn watched them from his spot on the floor before he turned to smirk at Kurt.

"Hey, little bro." Kurt swatted his arm. "Don't call me bro, and I'm older than you."

"You're smaller, though." Finn laughed.

"Everyone is smaller than you, Finnegan. You're a giant."

"Don't call me that." Finn pouted. They continued their brotherly bickering for a while and Kurt loved it. Had missed it. Although he wasn't sure why since he talked to his brother all the time. There was just a tiny sense of "not right" about this, but he didn't recognize it.

"I'll stop calling you that, when you stop calling me bro. Deal?" Kurt stuck out his hand for Finn to shake.

"Fine." Finn sighed and shook Kurt's hand before he completely changed the conversation to his number one topic; food. "I'm hungry." Kurt laughed, it was just so Finn.

"Let's leave mom and dad to..." They both looked at the sickening sweet adults who were laughing and swaying in each other's arms and rolled their eyes. "...whatever that is." But their smiles betrayed their true feelings. "And check out the kitchen."

"Sure, br..." Kurt sent him a warning glare and Finn quickly caught himself. "I mean, sure Kurt."

"Close call." Kurt smirked as he nudged Finn towards the kitchen. "If you help me make dinner, I'll bake you cookies later."

"Alriiiiight." Finn exclaimed. "Best brother, ever." Then he leaned in to give Kurt a one-armed hug which he reciprocated. It felt like an important hug, for some reason - and Kurt savored it, still not catching on to anything.

As they entered the kitchen Kurt immediately started going through the cabinets and fridge, delighted when he found all the ingredients for chicken Parmesan, Finn's favorite. "Hey Finn, how does chicken sound?" He was surprised when he got no answer and turned around, but Finn was gone. "Finn?" He called. Nothing. The music coming from the living-room had vanished too. Suddenly the warmth that had surrounded the home was gone and it was like everything lost its color.

He started shivering as he moved towards the door to the den. "Who turned down the heat?" He thought randomly, not putting the puzzle together even as his surroundings blurred and the hallway seemed to stretch on and on. As he rounded the corner his dad and Carole were gone, but he saw Finn standing there, with his back to him. He was so still and almost blended into the gray wallpaper like a ghost. It startled him. "Finn?" He approached cautiously, not really sure why.

"It's not fair." Came the monotonous response in Finn's voice. Kurt had never heard him sound like that.

"What's not fair?" Kurt asked, his brows furrowing. When he reached Finn he turned him around and then he gasped, because Finn's dead glassy eyes were staring right at him. Kurt jumped back as Finn's lips parted and a whisper escaped: "Why do you get to live when I have to die?" Then he just toppled over and Kurt automatically reached out to catch him only to get knocked over by the weight of Finn's huge body and caught underneath him. "FINN!" He screamed and tried to get away, but he couldn't move.

And that's when it clicked. He was dreaming. This had to be a nightmare. It didn't change the fact that he was still trapped under Finn's icy corpse or that they were sinking through the floorboards to a dark grave and he didn't know how to wake himself up. "Please, wake up Kurt. Please wake up!" He begged and from somewhere far away, Kurt heard a voice, warm and velvety calling to him. "Hey, hey! Come on. Wake up!"

The next thing he knew he was opening his eyes and staring into what could only be described as pools of honey. He was momentarily blindsided by the beauty before him and gasped softly. The most gorgeous guy he had ever seen was right in front of him. There was something about him that reminded Kurt of a 1950'ties movie star and he randomly thought how much his boss Isabelle would love him as he pictured him starring in a black and white Vogue spread. Yes, that would definitely work. He had a strong clean jaw, slightly tanned skin and slick black hair, too slick for Kurt's taste, but it added to the classic 50'ties look. He also had the cutest triangular eyebrows Kurt had ever seen on a guy and a slightly wide and crooked nose that was somehow still perfect on him. His mouth consisted of full red lips forming a perfect bow with teeth so white they could blind you. And Kurt instantly felt a bewildering need to kiss those lips? It made no sense. But what really took his breath away was when he looked back into those eyes. What color was that? They were more than brown, hazel came close but not close enough. If Kurt didn't know better he would have called them gold, with specs of green. For now he settled on amber as they just stared at each other, looking equally mesmerized.

Then as quickly as Kurt was drawn in, he snapped out of it, because wow, this guy was really close and touching him and what the hell!? He flinched away and the guy retreated as well, but to Kurt's confusion he settled on the floor next to him, not back in his own seat. Kurt eyed him intrigued, even from his position he could tell he was a small guy and of course with him being, well...Kurt, he couldn't stop himself from checking out the guy's clothes. He had a quirky and colorful preppy style: the first thing he noticed was the bow tie; red and black around his neck, beneath that he sported a white polo shirt as well as a cardigan with black, red and white stripes running across it horizontally. Bright red jeans that hugged his petite frame nicely covered his legs. He wore black loafers on his feet. Huh, no socks. It suited the guy though and Kurt decided he liked it. But probably only on him. It was a loud fashion statement not often seen or executed as successfully as in this case and Kurt admired that boldness in people, but it was also really flashy and he wasn't sure anyone else would be able to pull it off. In fact, he was pretty sure no one else on the planet could. Which just made the guy even more interesting. Then his curiosity got the better of him and he had to ask.

"What are you doing?" He then watched as the guy stuttered his way through an explanation as he blushed fire engine red and if that wasn't the most adorable thing ever, he didn't know what was. He immediately recognized the smooth tenor voice from the remnants of his dream and let it wrap around him like a blanket. Something about it reminded him of safety. Kurt couldn't stop the big genuine smile that spread across his lips and wow, when was the last time he had smiled like that? He couldn't remember. It had been way before Finn's death, that much was certain. He was a bit embarrassed to hear that he had apparently made a scene in his sleep, but he was grateful that he'd been woken up. Who knew how long it would have taken him to find his way out of that nightmare himself? He managed to reply with a thank you and then introduced himself, hoping the guy would take the bait because Kurt was simply dying to know his name.

He did and Kurt learned that "mystery guy" as he had dubbed him in his head was called Blaine, which wasn't what he would had guessed at all, Blaine was a relatively rare name but like everything else about him, it just fit and Kurt told him that. Of course, he shouldn't have been surprised. This guy was way too extraordinary to have a common name like Steve or Mike. When they shook hands there was also an unmistakable spark between them. Wow, what was that? Kurt was determined to not let show he'd felt anything in case he was the only one. Instead he focused on the fact that Blaine seemed to have exquisite manners and also noticed that he had a way of saying Kurt's name like no one else. It was like Blaine had been born to say his name. Kurt mentally slapped himself, stop it. Then Blaine ventured into dangerous territory when he asked what the nightmare was about and Kurt's natural instinct was to flee.

He wasn't great at opening up to people. The bullying he'd suffered through most of his childhood and teen years had left him guarded. But somehow it was different with Blaine, he felt different with Blaine. But he couldn't possibly have a conversation of this nature with him sitting on the floor like that, so he offered Blaine the seat next to him and also cracked a joke that to his delight made Blaine chuckle, it was a wonderful sound. He thinks I'm funny, Kurt thought and knew he was way too happy about that fact considering they had just met and he didn't even know if Blaine was on his team. Could he be gay? Could Kurt possibly be that lucky? Blaine was hard to read. Sure, he dressed in a somewhat flamboyant way but he had a distinct masculine quality about him. Kurt sighed internally, even if Blaine by sheer luck turned out to be gay, there was no way a guy like that was single.

As Blaine sat down next to him, he was quick to reassure Kurt that he didn't have to share anything he was uncomfortable with and the sweetness was just too much. And made Kurt want to open up even more. It wouldn't hurt either, to talk about it, he needed to talk about it. It had been bottled up inside of him for a week because he wasn't comfortable being vulnerable in front of any of his friends and his dad and Carole had enough to deal with themselves. They didn't need him to unload on them as well. But Blaine, he was a stranger, he had no involvement, there were no strings tying him to Kurt's life. He could dump all of his emotional baggage safely on him and there would be no consequences. Kurt fiddled with his hands in his lap, struggling internally.

It was Blaine's hands on his own and a long look in his eyes, which finally made Kurt's walls come down. Before he knew it he was spilling everything. The words just kept coming. He told Blaine about Finn, about his mother and his dad's cancer. About his fears that everyone would die and leave him alone. He was crying by the end of it and Blaine was just holding him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Blaine did everything right and advised him to have faith, but Kurt just sniffed, not having the courage to tell Blaine he had no faith because he didn't believe in God. All in all Blaine told him everything he needed to hear and more. And Kurt was pretty sure he was falling in love. Which again, was ridiculous. He barely knew Blaine. But still...it was as if something was pulling him towards this man. Something bigger than the both of them.

"Thanks, Blaine. How did you get so good at this?" He asked to which Blaine answered that he had no idea. Then Kurt realized how he must look and pulled away from Blaine covering his face and desperately trying to clean himself up in an inconspicuous way.

"Ugh, don't look at me. I'm a mess." He complained.

"No, you're beautiful." Wait, what? What did he say?

When Kurt looked up not believing his ears he barely had a second to react before Blaine's lips were on his. Oh my Gaga! He is kissing me! The most perfect guy in the world is kissing me! Kurt was flailing on the inside and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. Wait, he's kissing me! Kiss back, you fool! He reprimanded himself. And so he did and it was amazing. Blaine lips were soft and smooth and his kisses were gentle and non-invasive. It was like he could read Kurt like an open book and just knew that what he needed in that moment was comfort, not passion.

When they broke the kiss, Kurt was breathless and the only coherent thought his brain could come up with was a surprised: "You are gay?" To which Blaine chuckled and confirmed that yes, he was. He couldn't help but tease Kurt a bit about his reaction either, but Kurt didn't mind. Blaine could tease him kindheartedly from here and until the end of time if it meant being near him. And shit, here we go again. Head out of the clouds, Kurt. You don't know what this is, what this means, he reminded himself. Maybe Blaine just felt sorry for him? Those kisses hadn't felt like pity kisses though and he did call him beautiful. Kurt's stomach did a little flip at the thought.

Then Blaine called bow ties gay and Kurt simply couldn't let that comment slide so before he knew what happened he had reprimanded Blaine on stereo-typing while at the same time showering him in compliments and also revealing that he worked at Vogue, which sent Blaine into a long spiel about how much he loved Vogue and how many magazines he had, until he paused abruptly and stared off into space like something just hit him. It took Blaine a few seconds, but then he could see him put it together in his head, the process was fascinating to say the least. When he looked back at Kurt his eyes were as huge as saucers and Kurt knew he was busted.

"You're Kurt Hummel." Blaine stated.

"The one and only." Kurt said, secretly thrilled that someone recognized him. And he wasn't surprised in the least when the first thing Blaine mentioned was his piece on bow ties. Of course that would be the one that stuck with him, Kurt mused and laughed as he fingered Blaine's bow tie and shook his head disbelievingly. Gosh, this whole situation was weird. He told Blaine as much and when Blaine pretended not to know what he was referring to Kurt couldn't help but give him his signature Kurt Hummel bitch glare. Blaine did eventually concede that it was a peculiar situation they've found themselves in, but that he didn't really look at Kurt as a stranger after hearing his whole life story. That was the moment Kurt realized he knew almost nothing about Blaine. But luckily he seemed willing to share.

"Tell me about yourself." Kurt said and Blaine smiled.

"Well, my name is Blaine Anderson. I'm 18. I have a big brother named Cooper, he's 10 years older than me and lives in LA, but he's staying with us at the moment, ya know...for the holidays." Kurt was momentarily confused, then he remembered that Thanksgiving was right around the corner, a fact he had completely forgotten. He focused back on Blaine. "I guess you could say I was a surprise to my parents." He mused and Kurt just watched him intensely as he talked. "I was born and raised in Ohio. Westerville to be precise and I went to Dalton Academy for boys." Wait, Kurt thought, it's not possible...?

"You grew up in Ohio?" He asked astounded.

"Well, yeah. That is where we're going right now, isn't it?" Blaine asked confused.

"This is so weird, I'm from Lima. That's only two hours away. We practically grew up next to each other." Kurt exclaimed.

"Wow…that is weird." Blaine agreed.

"Wait, you mentioned Dalton Academy."

"Yeah?" Blaine asked looking like he was wondering where Kurt was going with this.

"You are not gonna believe this, but I almost transferred there in my sophomore year."

"No way. That is wild. We could have met years ago." Blaine and Kurt were equally amazed about this news.

"Did you know anyone in The Warblers by any chance?" Kurt asked. "My Glee club went up against them a few times and they were good. They had this tiny guy singing lead, but what he didn't have in stature he sure made up for with his voice and showmanship. He was incredible. I would have definitely joined if I had transferred, but it just didn't happen and..."

"Kurt." Blaine said putting a hand to his arm to stop his rambling and Kurt wondered why Blaine was looking at him like that, then he got his answer. "I was the Warbler lead." Kurt was floored. So was Blaine.

"Are you joking right now?" Kurt asked.

"No, I'm dead serious." Blaine looked stunned.

"I saw you." Kurt stated. "Years ago." He couldn't fathom that he never put together that the charismatic "Dalton dwarf" as his friends had referred to him as, was the same guy sitting next to him all this time. Kurt had already been quite taken with the lead Warbler back then after all, but he would be damned if he admitted that to Blaine right now.

"I can't believe this." Blaine said, eyes wide. "This cannot just be a coincidence." He muttered to himself but Kurt heard it. Then he seemed to come back to his senses and he turned to Kurt. "Wait, you were in Glee club?"

"Yeah. McKinley High's New Directions." Blaine nodded knowingly.

"I think I remember them. Short brunette in front with a voice that could fill a Colosseum?" He asked.

"Yeah, that would be Rachel." Kurt confirmed. "She's one of my best friends."

"Why did I never see you?" Blaine asked sounding disappointed.

"Oh well, I never had a solo. I mostly danced in the background. I'm afraid my girly countertenor voice wasn't really appreciated." Kurt looked down suddenly feeling a bit insecure. Blaine's hand on his cheek made him look up.

"Your voice is beautiful and unique. I wish you would have transferred. The Warblers could have used a countertenor." The sincerity in his eyes took Kurt's breath away and he never in his life wished to go back in time more than in that moment.

"Me too." He sighed. "But we just couldn't afford it and by the end of the year the bullying had peaked and returned to a tolerable level. So I stayed."

"Tolerable level?" Blaine asked. "How bad did it get?"

"Oh, you know. Being gay and out in Ohio is not easy. I was tossed into dumpsters, pushed into lockers, called every name in the book, slushied." Blaine sent him a questionable look, so Kurt elaborated. "They would throw frozen drinks in our faces." At Blaine's horrified look, he was quick to soothe him. "It wasn't that bad, sure...it felt like being bitch-slapped by an iceberg and the dye was hell to get out of our clothes, but it was better than being hate-kissed by a closeted bully who then threatened to kill me."

"Oh my God, Kurt. I'm so sorry." Blaine took his hand in his and Kurt let him.

"It's okay. It's in the past and David, that's his name, the bully. He was just confused and in a really bad place. We're actually okay. I helped him though it and he's out and proud now. I've forgiven him. He turned out to be a decent guy." Blaine was looking at him like he hung the moon and stars.

"You're amazing, Kurt." Kurt blushed. "I mean, you are so strong and forgiving. I don't think I could ever forgive my tormentors like that. I guess you're the bigger man of the two of us."

"Well, technically I am the bigger man." Kurt laughed, eyes sparking at Blaine's affronted look. "Height joke! Mean!" But Blaine was laughing too.

"Wait. I thought you went to Dalton? Don't they have a zero-bullying policy?" Kurt asked confused and sad that Blaine had apparently gone through similar stuff that he had.

"Oh, I did. And they do. But I didn't spend all of my high school years at Dalton. I went to public school, for...a brief time." And with that Blaine's eyes turned dark, like he was remembering something nasty. Kurt was almost afraid to ask. Almost.

"What happened?" Blaine hesitated and Kurt backtracked quickly. "You don't have to tell me."

"No, I want to. It's just hard to find a way to say it that doesn't make it sound horrible. I guess I'll just say it." Kurt held his breath, afraid of what was to come. With good reason. "When I was 14 I went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a friend of mine, Josh. There wasn't anything between us romantically. He was just the only other gay guy out at school and we were best friends." Blaine paused, staring down at their intertwined hands and Kurt was sure he was seeking strength from that, so he squeezed Blaine's hand gently, earning him a small smile from Blaine.

"Everything went fine until we were waiting to get picked up outside afterward. That's when these three guys showed up and they...beat the crap out of us." A gasp escaped Kurt and he held his hand to his mouth, this was so much worse than what he went through. "They used a baseball bat, Kurt. I spent 3 weeks in a coma and when I woke up Josh was paralyzed and his parents transferred him out of state. I never saw or heard from him again." It was clear that losing his friend like that had hurt Blaine. "I don't remember much from the attack except for pain. A lot of pain. It doesn't stop my mind from coming up with images though. I still have nightmares sometimes." Blaine was wiping at his eyes furiously and Kurt wasted no time scooping him up in a hug.

"I am so sorry, Blaine. I don't even know what to say. My experience doesn't even come close to what you went through." He said as he started to rub Blaine's back comfortingly.

"This is enough." Blaine sniffed. "This is all I need." And they both knew that he was referring to their closeness. "Luckily I transferred to Dalton right after. I made new friends and they really helped put me back together. Back then I was a shadow of who I am now. Wes, Nick, Jeff and Trent. They saved me." Blaine finished his story.

"Yeah." Kurt agreed. "Great friends have a habit of doing that." He could definitely relate, the Glee club always had each other's backs.

"Ugh." Blaine exclaimed wiping his nose. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore. It's in the past. Now I just wanna be happy and focus on the future. I'm moving to New York next year, I just put a deposit down on an apartment today."

"So that's why you were in New York? Looking at apartments?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah." Blaine said sounding excited. "I found a really good one. Why were you in New York?"

"I live there."

"Oh?"

"Yep, it's a great city. I love it." Kurt smiled thinking of his home. Lima wasn't his home, it was just the place he grew up in. New York was where he'd belonged all along.

"I hope I'll love it too." Blaine said. "I can't wait to get there and study music."

"I'm sure you will. Oh, you wanna study music?" Kurt asked, interested. "What kind of music?"

That started a long discussion on favorite bands and musicals and Blaine wanting to either be on stage or become a musical therapist, until suddenly Kurt found himself yawning and almost falling asleep. Not because he was bored, he was just so emotionally exhausted. So Blaine suggested they remove the armrests and took advantage of the free row to get some rest, even making Kurt sleep on him with the most irresistible puppy dog eyes Kurt had ever seen. Dear Gaga, how am I supposed to refuse that? He thought as he gave in. He was just about to fall asleep when he felt a hand in his hair and fingers running through it and no, there was no way he was letting anyone, not even Blaine mess up his hair. Not a chance. No. He had to put his foot down about that right away. So he lifted his head to give Blaine a stern bitch glare and speech about how his hair was sacred and not to be touched, but when he was met with those puppy dog eyes again, he lost all his fight. Instead of telling Blaine off, he settled back down with a deep sigh, mumbling weakly about how Blaine could use those to get away with murder and how it was so not fair. The low rumbling of Blaine's laughter was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep.

He woke up a while later when a stewardess came by to alert them that they would be landing soon. Blaine was still fast asleep under him, long black lashes coating his cheeks, lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily in and out. Good grief, how could one man be this gorgeous? Kurt allowed himself 5 more minutes with his head on Blaine's chest listening to the man's heartbeat but then he couldn't help but wake him up with a soft kiss.

"Mmm." Blaine mumbled against his lips as he woke up. "What's going on?" Then his eyes opened and they widened as they fixed on Kurt. "Am I dreaming?" Kurt chuckled. Sleepy Blaine was the cutest thing in the world. He yawned, looking dazed with little black curls escaping their gel prison around his ears and neck. It made Kurt curious about what his hair looked like without any product. He wondered if he would ever find out.

"No, you're not. Not unless we are both sharing the same dream." Kurt smiled. "We're landing in 10 minutes, up up up, sleepy." Kurt coaxed as he got to his feet in no time, moving out of the row.

"Mmm, bossy." Blaine smiled but sat up and buckled himself back in. "How are you this alert? You just woke up?"

"I'm not." Kurt said honestly and yawned. "But someone." He put emphasis on the last word. "Messed up my hair and now I barely have time to fix it. Nice hair trumphs fatigue." He said as he vanished down the aisle towards the bathrooms. Behind him Blaine just smiled cheekily.

When Kurt came back, his hair was back to perfection and the plane was just about to land. Blaine grabbed his hand again and they smiled softly at each other. In love, Kurt thought. Definitely in love with this guy. He couldn't deny it anymore. Logic, be damned. Blaine had won his heart in mere hours and from the look of utter adoration Blaine had whenever he gazed at Kurt it seemed like the feeling was mutual. But what now?

As the plane touched down and they got off to collect their bags, it was like reality came rushing back in with a force that knocked Kurt off kilter. The tiny bubble of denial Blaine had created for him up in the clouds burst and he suddenly remembered why he was back in Ohio to begin with. All the turmoil and sadness and nerves came back full force and all at once he was too shy to do anything. He wanted to reach out to Blaine as they walked side by side, luggage in hand. He could see out the corner of his eye that Blaine was stealing glances his way and he knew he was doing the same. Come on, do something, he thought, but he didn't know if it was meant for himself or for Blaine. It was probably both. But nothing happened and he began to think that maybe Blaine didn't want this to go any further. He was suddenly crippled by insecurity. What if he had made what they shared on the plane bigger in his head than it really was? What if Blaine wasn't interested in anything beyond the plane, after all? He walked through the arrival doors and when Blaine had still not made a move he resigned himself to the thought that maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

He heard his dad before he saw him. "Kurt!" Burt was storming towards him and he knew what was coming. They were out of time. He looked at Blaine in that split second to say goodbye before he was pulled into a hug at the same time as Blaine was tackled by a handsome older man who referred to him as "Squirt?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at that until he heard Blaine whisper a soft: "Hey Coop." So that was the big brother. Then he was led away and into Carole's waiting arms. As he hugged her his gaze automatically zoomed in on Blaine, who was staring back at him from across the terminal. So many emotions swirled in that gaze and they just held it for as long as they could. Then Kurt was being tugged along to the exit and he swore he could feel Blaine's eyes on his back the whole way there. He paused briefly at the doorway to look back and as expected Blaine was still staring at him intensely, but that was all he did. And it hurt. He just doesn't think I'm worth it, Kurt thought. It didn't change how Kurt felt about him though. How I wish you could have been mine. But he had been such a fool. And with that last thought and a heart twisting painfully in his chest, Kurt turned his back and prepared to walk away from Blaine forever. Little did he know their paths would cross yet again years later. Had he known, then he would never have agreed to marry someone else.