AN: This is kind of a closing chapter so it'll probably be much shorter. I really loved writing this fic the whole way through and I hope you enjoyed it too, I'd love some feedback on what you liked about it and please check out my profile to see what other fanfics I'm currently writing and if any appeal to you

Chapter Thirteen

Return

It really had been four days, Kurt had realized that as he felt the ferry stop at the harbor and read the sign which showed the date, it had been four days and no one knew where Kurt had been. Kurt didn't even know where he had been. His phone had died from having no battery, but he felt safe on betting that it would have near-exploded anyway from the amount of phone calls.

He looked under his coat to find that he was wearing different clothes than he had been before, in fact the clothes he wore now looked like more stylish garments he wore when on that swan boat. He didn't know how he was going to explain this, but he knew where he needed to head first. Hopefully the man he was destined for would understand.

It didn't take long before he was back in Bushwick, of course the running and Olympic style hurdling did account for that and Kurt instantly ran to where the loft was, he couldn't help himself. He just wanted to hold Blaine and be held by Blaine and apologize. Tell the man he loved more than anyone that he was okay, that he was sorry, that…that…he finally understood.

As he opened the door of the Bushwick loft he looked around to see food wrappers and empty tissue boxes and their scrapbooks and Blaine on the sofa with his coat still on, his bushy hair a disaster, a light beard already starting to grow, his shoes still on, and such a pained and mournful look on his face as if everything important in his life had been stolen.

Kurt stood quietly for a moment, hearing the menu sounds of The Notebook playing over and over and seeing Blaine holding the Kurt puppet tightly, Bruce resting on top of him.

"Blaine…" he said as he took another breath in, coming closer to the man who was sobbing. He was breaking and Kurt just wanted to hold him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "Please, please come back. Please, I'll do anything, I love you. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry,"

Kurt frowned before coming up to the front of Blaine, he waited there as his heart broke once again as he looked at the terrified and pained man who appeared absolutely exhausted. Kurt reached out and held Blaine's hand softly, "Blaine?" he had to ask again as the other man started to wake up.

"K-K-Kurt?" Blaine stuttered as he tried to wake up, as soon as Blaine saw him he sat up and with the puppet between them, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and held him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. "Kurt! Oh my god! Oh my god!" he yelled as he wrapped his arms tighter around the brunette and started kissing him everywhere he could.

"You're back, you're back…please don't leave, don't leave me again, please never leave again," he begged, "I was…I was so scared that something had…had ha-happened to you. You're my life Kurt."

Kurt smiled patiently, maybe before he would have made a comment on how desperate and clingy Blaine was, but after seeing him at the scariest stages of his life (or so far at least) he didn't have it in him to be annoyed anymore. He hugged Blaine back and started meeting his kisses, tears in his own eyes.

"I'm sorry too and no I won't, honeybee," he whispered as he slowly guided Blaine back and placed one hand on either one of Blaine's cheeks as the two shared eye contact, "I should have never left, I should have never fought with you about something so trivial. I'm so sorry and I don't intend to ever ever leave again," he promised.

Blaine nodded as he sorted himself out, he took a couple of steps backwards, "You'll tell me what happened?" he asked as Kurt took a deep breath and nodded without saying anything else, "I…I…" Blaine looked around, "I want to make you cookies, you love chocolate chip cookies."

"Sounds delicious," Kurt smiled as he kissed Blaine again and he could see how much Blaine trusted him and how much Blaine loved him. He would always joke about how Blaine was the luckiest guy in the world, but maybe he was because he was with Blaine.

As Kurt went to the bedroom to take his coat off, the room was a mess because of Blaine's depression but Kurt wouldn't say a word, he found something strange in his pocket. He took out two pieces of paper that were folded around a card. He sat down on the bed before realizing that the two pages were from the Nightbird comic strip that Blaine had been drawing and the photo was of them at the Sadie Hawkins dance.

So it hadn't been a dream, it had been a miracle.

My soul knew something that my body and my mind didn't know. It knew that our hands were meant to hold each other fearlessly and forever. Which is why it's never really felt like I was getting to know you, it's always felt like I was remembering you from something. As if in every lifetime you and I have ever lived we've chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again, over and over again for all eternity. And I just feel so lucky that I've found you so soon in this lifetime because all I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you. So, Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, Will you marry me?