Long Time Coming

by CrazedLunatic

When Blaine gets accepted into Harvard, Kurt and Blaine find out exactly how hard it can be to maintain a relationship when they discover how much their dreams conflict. Sequel to What Brings Us Closer Together. AU.

20. Chapter 16, Part One

"Are you sure that Kurt's family won't mind if I go with you to this wedding?"

Blaine, who was laying on his bed and attempting to write notes, looked up when Wes came into his bedroom.

"And shouldn't you and Adrian be doing the whole study group thing?"

"The other two guys have presentations or something and Adrian and I can get together whenever, so we're skipping it." Blaine yawned and then rubbed his eyes. "Why would they care if you come with me?"

"I don't know. Kurt knows me well but none of them do."

"Trust me. They won't mind." Blaine smiled sleepily. "Plus, it's an excuse for us to get out of the house for a weekend. We've been studying a lot."

"We really have." Wes plopped down on Blaine's bed. "We're leaving Sunday, staying the night at that hotel, and then the wedding is Monday?"

"Well yes, but we're staying with David instead of the hotel... A Labor Day wedding is kind of weird if you ask me. Plus, if it was convenience it should have been the actual weekend so people from Ohio could be back to work Tuesday morning but I don't question the way Finn and Rachel's minds worked. It's less stressful to just go with the flow." Blaine closed his book. "What were you and AJ arguing about earlier?"

"I got half a point higher than her on an exam so she's butt hurt." Wes shrugged. "Girls are sore losers. How long did she sign the lease for?"

"Well the lease renewed last month. Technically the first one she signed was finishing out Asshole's lease, so she signed a new one."

"That was a lease renewal you had me sign?"

"Well when I said, 'Hey Wes. You need to sign this lease renewal so I can drop it off on the way to work' I meant that it was a lease renewal."

"You mean we could have found another place and not been stuck with her for another year?"

"It's not my fault you don't listen to me or read contracts before you sign them." Blaine shrugged.

Wes rolled his eyes. "For that I shouldn't go to the wedding with you."

Blaine stuck his lip out. "But you love me."

Wes rolled his eyes again. "Not as much as you seem to think I do."

Blaine let out a loud laugh. "Do it for the free food?"

Wes groaned.

"Rachel has a single cousin who is supposed to be, and I quote from Puck, 'banging.'"

"Fine. I guess I can offer my moral support and go to this wedding with you."

"Moral support? Riiiiiight."

Wes grinned. "I am a great friend, Blaine. I didn't know you still talked to Kurt's friends."

"I added Puck on Facebook after that New Years Party for-freaking-ever ago. I signed on for kicks and he messaged me on Chat before I could sign off." Blaine shrugged.

Wes nodded. "Well, you owe me one."

"How many 'ones' do you owe me, Wes?"

"Fine. Count this wedding towards those." Wes sighed dramatically. "There better not just be lettuce food at this wedding. Wasn't she vegetarian?"

"Yeah but Finn isn't so I'm sure it's okay."

"That might have been a deal breaker." Wes winked. "Okay. When do I need to be ready to leave?"

"We can leave after you get back from class tomorrow." Blaine shrugged. "We don't have to be out by a certain time as long as we don't wait too late. We're meeting..."

"Kurt."

"And his family." Blaine blushed and bit his lip.

Wis smirked. "Alright, Blainers. I'm gonna get some homework done but if you wanna get food out, lemme know."

"Alright." Blaine opened his book once more when Wes shut his bedroom door. He was a few paragraphs in when his phone rang.

He glanced down, seeing "KURT." He bit his lip, fighting a smile, and then unlocked the phone.

"Hey, Kurt. What's up?"

...

Kurt hated talking on the phone. He didn't know why, he just did.

However, when he talked to Blaine on the phone… Especially lately… Well, nothing could really put him in a better mood.

He'd spent so many weeks—months—not hearing Blaine's voice. It wasn't that Kurt had forgotten how Blaine had sounded or anything. He had forgotten how Blaine's voice made him feel, though. After all, Blaine's voice had been the first thing that pulled Kurt in after he'd serenaded him with Teenage Dream.

That was why, nearly an hour—an hour— after calling Blaine, he hated to get off of the phone.

"Hey, listen, I just got to class. Can I talk to you later?"

"Yeah, no problem. Have fun in class."

"Have fun studying. Bye."

"Bye, Kurt."

Kurt frowned when the line went dead. What he wouldn't give to stay on the phone with Blaine forever.

But, he reminded himself, at least they were to the point of talking daily, laughing together, talking about things, acting like normal friends. He wanted to be more, of course, but for now… Honestly, it was going much quicker than Kurt had expected and he wasn't going to complain.

He had only been seated for a few minutes when Alec came into the room, dark circles under his eyes and hair styled but it had obviously been done very hastily. Alec didn't even make eye contact as he dropped his bag onto the desk next to Kurt's.

"You look exhausted." Kurt noted, his smile fading.

"That's because I was at the hospital from yesterday afternoon until two hours ago." Alec dropped into a seat next to Kurt and let out a huge yawn.

"What? Is everything alright?"

"Eric got really sick at work last night. They took him off the clock and they've been running tests on him since, like, five yesterday." Alec sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Is he okay?"

"The head doctor there says they aren't letting him leave until they know what's going on with him, so my guess is no." Alec shrugged. He acted like he wasn't bothered, but concern was etched into his face.

"It'll be alright." Kurt whispered.

"I wish he'd had tests done when he first got sick but he's always so freaking stubborn. He says I'm a worry wart but he makes me that way." Alec put his phone on the corner of his desk and mumbled, "In case something happens. Why is this instructor always late?"

"I don't know. It's annoying, though." Kurt opened his notebook and placed his pen neatly on top of it.

"So… Blaine will be in New York in two days…"

Kurt didn't speak.

"You aren't going to tell me what happened yet? It's killing me." Alec groaned. "The romance is gone in my life. I take that back. Three days ago Eric and I went to the Italian restaurant and he gave me his last breadstick."

Kurt snorted loudly.

"He probably only did that because he's convinced too much bread is bad for you. How is bread or pasta bad for you, Kurt? I mean, I've gained twenty pounds since we started dating."

"You were fourteen." Kurt snorted again.

"Exactly! I eat bread like it's nobody's business! The point is, you've got this romance re-brewing and you're withholding information. It's totally rude." Alec shook his head. "I'd share details with you."

"I don't want to jinx it. We've been talking regularly since the funeral and we've had some good discussion. We both agreed at some point after the wedding we'll have to have the big talk." Kurt shrugged. "But I don't even know how much I'll actually talk to him this weekend and Monday."

"Why not?" Alec looked confused. "He's still coming, isn't he?"

"Yes but my parents and Melody will get here either tonight or tomorrow afternoon depending on how stuff at the garage goes this morning. Tomorrow we'll all be having dinner with Rachel and Finn. Sunday is the rehearsal. After that, we'll have dinner with Blaine and Wes but I don't know how long that dinner will be. Monday will be the wedding so we probably won't have a lot of opportunity to talk until after the ceremony but Wes will be there so it's not like we'll have alone time." Kurt explained. "Luckily everything, even the dinners, will be at the hotel the wedding is taking place at but it's going to be a lot of Rachel Berry."

"She's been driving you crazy all week. Monday, it'll be over!"

"Thank God." Kurt laughed.

"I bet you'll get some alone time with Blaine to talk." Alec shrugged. "Pull him away when nobody is looking."

Kurt bit his lip, fighting a smile. "We told each other I love you."

"Oh my God." Alec's eyes lit up. "That's so sweet. That makes me want to cry."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I'm really tired." Alec laughed a bit. "But that's so good, Kurt. I'm happy for you."

"I'm happy too. I do love him." Kurt looked down at his notebook, no longer trying to hide his smile.

"Do you two say it when you talk normally?"

"No but… I don't know. I want to. I think he does too because he lingers before going. We always said 'I love you' after our byes." Kurt explained.

"It's probably good that you two don't say it… It's like sex. It complicates things." Alec looked at his watch, realizing how much time had passed without their professor arriving. "If I left the hospital and she cancels this class, I'm sending her a nasty email."

Kurt frowned.

"I guess when you have tenure it doesn't matter how you treat your students." Alec muttered darkly. He then unlocked his phone, tapping out a text to who he assumed was probably Eric.

"I can take notes for you if you want to go back to the hospital." Kurt offered.

"If I go back, Eric will get annoyed. Plus, I needed the air." Alec tossed his phone down. "She just sent out a damn email saying class is cancelled."

Several people turned to look at him, the same angry looks on their faces.

"I'm paying too much for this class for her to cancel whenever she damn feels like it." Alec ranted, standing.

"Want me to walk to the hospital with you? I don't have plans for the rest of the day. I'll just ride home."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." Kurt reassured him.

"Thanks." Alec forced a smile, leading Kurt out of the room. "It's less than a mile so it won't take too long."

"I don't have anywhere to be." Kurt reassured him once again, falling into step next to him. "Are you… okay?"

"I'm mostly tired, I think. Tired and frustrated. I hate when he's sick and he's so… carefree. It's because he's part Greek I bet." Alec shook his head. "He could be on his death bed insisting he'll feel fine tomorrow. He may be the very worst person to be a doctor. But when I'm sick, he's ready to pull out a scalpel and do brain surgery."

Kurt snorted. "He sounds like the best person to be a doctor in that case. Look, don't worry. If he's letting them do the tests now, he's taking it seriously. Soon you'll know what's up, get some medicine, and you all can move on."

"Unless he's got the Bubonic Plague or something… Shut up, I know that's impossible."

Kurt snorted again.

"You'd worry in my position too. If Blaine were sick and refusing treatment."

"Nah. Blaine's a big baby. He whines that he doesn't want to go to the doctor but once the vomiting comes, he'd probably call an ambulance to get the medicine sooner." Kurt waved his hand through the air, walking with Alec. "Is your portfolio piece that's due tomorrow done?"

"No." Alec sighed a bit. "I'm hoping they'll let Eric come home and I can just set up shop in the bedroom and watch him while I work. Otherwise I'm going to have to turn it in late and take the deduction."

"That's sucks." Kurt chewed on his lip.

"It's not too far from done. I think it'll be fine." Alec gave a forced smile. "When is your family coming in again?"

"Tonight or tomorrow morning." Kurt shrugged. "I'll hear soon enough either way."

"And they're staying at a hotel?"

"Yeah. The same one the wedding will be in." Kurt nodded. "There's a room for me which is stupid considering I live a few blocks away but if they want to offer me a room where I can order ahi tartare and a steak sandwich at three in the morning from their all night dining menu, by all means…"

Alec let out a loud laugh.

"I'm pretty sure I'll have a roommate in the form of a little sister as well." Kurt added. "She's already told me so more than once. She's bringing her Disney music and two Disney coloring books. She says I can color five pages out of the Disney Princesses one."

"Your sister cracks me up, Kurt."

"I don't know what they're doing to the child." Kurt shook his head. "She is turning out pretty adorable. I might be a tad bit biased though."

"I'm an only child so I can't say I know how you feel."

Kurt looked at Alec, surprised. He didn't know why, but he'd just… assumed Alec had siblings. "Who is that Chad person you've talked about?"

"Eric's older brother. He's got an older brother and a younger sister. But even his youngest sister is still older than me." Alec laughed a bit.

"Do you like them?"

"Mmmh yeah. They're alright." Alec said. "His family is kind of… I don't know. Firstly, they think I'm too young and immature for Eric. Secondly, they're so snooty. They aren't bad people like Blaine's family seems to be. But they're very opinionated and overly classy, I guess. His mom drives me batty sometimes with all the wedding talk and kids and names. Do you like Blaine's brother?"

"Alex is really nice, so yeah." Kurt nodded.

"Does he like you?" Alec nudged him.

"Yes." Kurt rolled his eyes, fighting a smile.

"I can't wait until you and Blaine get back together. We'll go on a double date in the city. Eric's making nice paychecks. He can pay." Alec grinned as they reached the hospital. "You know, if he doesn't keel over from Malaria."

"He does not have Malaria or the Bubonic Plague!" Kurt laughed. "You're being dramatic."

"Only a bit." Alec leaned against a bench, resting his bag on it. "Thanks for walking with me. I appreciate it."

"Do you feel better?"

"No." Alec laughed. "I'll feel better when it's just Walking Pneumonia or something. I mean, I'll be fine. I have to stress, you know? He's not so I'm really stressing for two."

"Oh, kind of like being pregnant and eating for two." Kurt smirked. "Maybe Eric's mother will get her wish of children by the time you're twenty-five."

"HA HA HA!" Alec exclaimed. "Right. If she pays for a 24/7 live in nanny. The only reason I haven't suggested that is she'd do it!"

"Having that much money must be nice." Kurt commented.

"No, Kurt." Alec shook his head dramatically. "With big money comes big houses which must be cleaned and her five floor mansion is simply too much for her oldness to clean. Okay, okay. I'm stopping. I'm stopping. The woman drives me crazy."

Kurt laughed. "Don't stress."

"I'll try." Alec smiled. "Thanks again, Kurt."

"No problem. Tell him to feel better, alright?" Kurt asked.

"Of course." Alec nodded. "If I don't see you in class tomorrow, don't be dumb at the wedding."

"What do you mean?"

Alec gave him a look and then quirked his eyebrow up. "You don't need a lot of time to do it."

"That would never happen." Kurt rolled his eyes, turning to leave. "Goodbye."

***LTC***

Despite the fact that his father, Carole, and Melody had arrived in New York late the night before, it wasn't until the next day that Kurt actually got to see them. After dinner with his family, he would then be attending… yep, Finn's bachelor party. He had no idea how exactly he'd gotten roped into that.

The fact that he'd gone drinking with Finn two or three times since moving to New York probably had something to do with it. Not to mention the fact that Puck was determined to make Kurt his wingman. His reasoning? Girls would sometimes look at Finn but, with Kurt being gay, they wouldn't even look at him.

Kurt made his way into the hotel wondering just how much this wedding was really costing Leroy, Hiram, his dad, and Carole before looking around for his parents. It wasn't he who saw them first, though, because he soon heard Carole's voice somewhere to his left.

"Hey, hon! How are you?"

Kurt rushed over, reaching Carole first and hugging her. "Great! How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Excited to see the city. It's so big. This is wonderful." Carole beamed.

"Hey, kiddo." Burt grinned, pulling Kurt into a one armed hug—which was all he could do seeing as Melody was asleep with her head on his other shoulder.

"Aw, she's sleeping." Kurt lowered his voice, rubbing Melody's little back as he pulled away. "She's gotten bigger again, I swear."

"It seems like she does every day." Carole shook her head.

"Have you all checked in? Can I grab a bag or anything?"

"Checked in an hour ago, kid. We just came out here to meet ya." Burt chuckled. "They've got fancy food here, though."

"I keep telling him he won't find a burger here but I don't think he believes me."

"Oh, he'll find them. But he won't pay what they're asking." Kurt corrected. "It's a bit ridiculous, Dad."

"If I get hungry enough, you'd be surprised what I'd pay." Burt retorted, switching Melody to his other shoulder. "This girl's getting heavy. Can we move it to the room?"

Carole laughed and nodded, smiling when Melody wrapped her arms around Burt's neck in her sleep.

Kurt followed them to the elevator, chattering happily with Carole.

"How was school today?"

"It was fine. Handed in another portfolio piece. I got full marks on it. The critique went really well."

"Did you ever find a new internship?"

"Not yet but it's not required for my major so I'm not too stressed out. I have to have one because it will get me connections, so I'm still looking." Kurt shrugged as his dad laid Melody on the large bed.

"At least it's not somethin' you have to have to graduate." Burt said.

Kurt nodded, taking a seat on the bed and crossing one leg over the other. He smiled when Carole sat by him, patting his leg.

"You talked to Blaine lately?" Burt asked.

"Burt!" Carole scolded.

"It's just a question. We're making small talk, Carole." Burt insisted.

"Sure." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes. Blaine and I talked on Skype a few days ago. We texted last night and today some."

"You two about back together?"

"Burt!" Carole hissed.

"Oh, you're curious too." Burt said and then looked at Kurt. "Well?"

"Dad, we're working on things. I don't think it's going to be a quick process." Kurt said, trying his best to remain patient. Truthfully, he was tired of people asking how much they talked, how long it would be before they were back together, how Kurt and Blaine planned to do this and that.

"You two looked awful cozy putting Melody to bed and talking about your wedding." Burt muttered.

"Were you spying on us?" Kurt exclaimed, eyes widening.

Melody rolled onto her stomach, unfazed by the noise.

"No. Melody walked around for days saying she needed to go dress shopping for your wedding."

Kurt groaned. "It wasn't like that, Dad. I know you like Blaine but you've got to butt out while we deal with this."

"I'm not getting involved. I just want to know what's going on."

"Really?" Kurt deadpanned as Carole rolled her eyes. "That's not getting involved?"

"I'd ask Blaine if you hadn't forbidden me to mention the subject of you two as a couple ever. At least he'd give a straight answer."

He says that like he thinks either of us have a straight answer, Kurt thought to himself as he glared. "I don't want you to make it worse trying to make it better."

"All you boys have gotta do is talk it out, hug, and get married." Burt said, facial expression completely serious. "Right, Carole? You were saying the other day how when they did get married—"

"Hypothetically." Carole insisted when Kurt gave her a look. She then glared at Burt. "Don't pull me into your battles, Burt. I told you to not bring up the flower girl thing."

"I mean my kid's apparently a flower girl. For all I know, they're back together and going to run off to Mexico and elope. Seeing as Mel's the flower girl, I have a right to know."

"Mexico, Dad? Really?" Kurt covered his face, sighing into his hands. "You think we'd elope in Mexico? Blaine hates Mexico. He thinks it's too dangerous. Blaine really doesn't thoroughly like leaving the country because—why am I even encouraging this discussion?"

"Because you know I'm right."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but is it time to meet Rachel and Finn for dinner yet?" Kurt asked, lowering his hands.

"Still got another hour stuck with just us, Kurt. Does he know you lost the internship yet?" Burt grinned.

"No, Dad." Kurt sighed.

"Actually…" Carole cut in.

Kurt looked at her.

"I think he might." Carole finished.

"How?" Kurt asked.

"I thought he knew, Kurt. I mentioned how you were trying to find another one and he just… put two and two together." Carole cringed. "I'm sorry, hon."

Kurt sighed. "That's probably why he was being weird the night before last over text."

"I assumed he knew." Carole apologized again.

"Oh well." Kurt shrugged.

"Maybe that can be a pro for getting back together?" Burt suggested.

"Dad, if you are saying stuff like this to Blaine—." Kurt threatened.

"I was joking, Kurt."

"Well I know you're meeting him for lunch later this week and I hope you keep your 'jokes' limited to me only." Kurt sighed.

"Let's talk about something else." Carole interrupted.

"Let's head for the restaurant. You two will look around so much it'll probably take the full hour to get there anyway." Kurt pulled out his phone, tapping out a text to Finn that they were about to be on their way. "Are we waking Melody up?"

"How far of a walk is it?" Burt questioned.

"You probably want to wake her up. New York City isn't exactly… quiet."

***LTC***

"New York, here we come!" Wes declared. "You sure you want to drive on the way there?"

"Fine with me." Blaine shrugged, getting into the driver seat of Wes' Lexus. "I don't know why I've never gotten a Lexus. They run nice."

Wes got into the passenger side. "I like it but your car is smaller so it's easier to maneuver."

Blaine started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Is AJ still mad at you?"

"When isn't she? I've never met someone who literally hates me that much that I haven't slept with. It's flattering, really." Wes laughed.

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"So…"

"What?" Blaine asked, turning to briefly look at Wes.

"Well, I was wondering…"

"Oh God. What?"

"Why exactly I've been roped into going to Kurt's brother's wedding." Wes shrugged, watching Blaine to see his reaction.

Blaine raised his eyebrow. "Because they invited me."

"But you're broken up…"

Blaine's brow furrowed.

"Yet he came to that bitch's funeral, yet you talk to him daily, you rearranged your weekend study schedule to go to this wedding and you're actually going to this wedding… when you two are still broken up."

Blaine didn't speak.

"It's fine. You know I don't care to go to this wedding with you but you think you'd at least fill me in on what's really going on here."

"Really going on here?" Blaine echoed.

"I'm one of your best friends and I'm a little… curious as to why you won't tell me what's changing between you two."

"Nothing is changing."

"Maybe that's it. Maybe nothing has changed."

Blaine glanced at him again. "You're not making sense."

"Last month I saw a side of you that I'd never seen before." Wes admitted. "As soon as you found out about your grandmother, it was instant. You needed Kurt right then or everything was going to fall apart. And once you two were together, the way you followed him pretty much the whole time, like he was your anchor…"

Blaine didn't blink, staring ahead as he drove and struggling to not change his facial expression.

"You two have this connection. I hadn't really seen it before because before it seemed like Kurt always needed you but when I saw how you two were last month, it clicked. Just how important and special you all were to each other." Wes admitted. "Looking at you makes it so obvious you want to be with Kurt. If you two have gotten back together, I don't know why you haven't told me. And if you haven't… Where do you stand?"

Blaine sighed. "We're not back together."

"Do you want to be?" Wes asked rather bluntly.

"I'm on the way to his brother's wedding. Burt's coming Friday to spend a few hours with me. We talk every day. Of course I want to be together again."

Wes' eyes widened. He had expected it to take a lot longer to coax information out of Blaine who usually didn't talk about Kurt. "So… then…"

"I just don't know if I can go through this again. I'm still hurt by the break up and it's been five months." Blaine shook his head. "I don't know."

Wes frowned.

"I desperately would love to get back together with him but that takes a lot. I know we have to talk about it, make plans or go our separate ways, but once we talk it out there's no going back and I don't know if I'm ready for that talk yet. We had such a good thing and it turned bad so fast. It's hard to risk that again."

"I see what you mean. It would be hard to take that risk." Wes paused. "But…"

"But?"

"What if you wait too long?"

Blaine chewed on his lip.

"I really think you two might be one of those special couples. If you two can't make it through this break up, there is no hope for anyone else." Wes glanced down. "I mean, I know I spend my time hooking up with girls—and if you bring this up ever again, I will deny it— but eventually I'd like to find real love. But you and Kurt were so in love and you both were so hurt by this entire thing. It makes me wonder if 'true love' is even worth it, to be honest. But that's what I want for you. I want you to have true love because you deserve it and… that's what you had with Kurt."

Blaine sighed a bit.

"Isn't it?" Wes asked.

"I thought so."

"But you must still love him if it was your instinct to need him and then there's so many other things that just show you two still love each other. That stands for something too, right?"

"It might stand for me being dumb." Blaine sighed a bit. "We're both dumb. Apparently he lost his internship for me."

"He... told me. That night you were asleep in my room." Wes admitted. "He made me promise not to tell you. Did he?"

"Carole let it slip. She didn't say he lost it for me but it's doesn't take a genius to figure it out." Blaine bit his lip. "I feel horrible about it. He literally dropped everything to come and be with me and he even lost his internship."

"He loves you." Wes said.

"That makes me feel even worse." Blaine groaned.

"Why?"

"Because I feel bad for not being man enough to talk this stuff out. I'm really scared of everything that's going on between us. It's like we're moving too fast but too slow all at once and there is so much going on with school and work. Besides, I feel like if we got together now we'd end up in the same place as last April."

"What if you're just telling yourself that in an attempt to change your mind when really, you're ready?"

"You don't understand because you've never been in a real relationship. I don't even have to only worry about me when thinking this stuff, alright? I have to think about Kurt's best interest too. It has to be the best option for both of us. It's so stressful, it's a lot of pressure, and I think both of us need to have enough time to figure stuff out."

"But you're not figuring stuff out. You're staying platonic—and doing a bad job at it, might I add. How can you get progress if you're at a standstill?" Wes questioned.

"You have no idea how hard this is on us. Even the friendship is emotionally draining because there's so much that's happened in the past and we both know we want to end up together but getting there is... It sucks. I'm scared to put myself in the position of being this heartbroken again. I hate being shit on. And Kurt..." Blaine trailed off.

"What about him?"

"I don't know. The point is, realistically if we don't take this slow there won't be a good outcome. So we're going to have to be platonic until we both feel comfortable having the break up talk. I know it's coming. I know we can't have progress until it's happened. But you don't understand how hard it is to think about that when I've only been to the point where I feel some semblance of normal for two months tops."

"Wouldn't it be better to get the break up talk over and move on?" Wes asked.

"As much as I love him, it's very hard to sit down with him, face to face, and talk about getting back together. As much as he loves me, he still broke up with me. He gave up on the relationship. On me."

"Break ups are usually both people's faults, you know..."

Blaine looked at him briefly before looking back at the road.

"All I'm saying is there are things you could have done differently too."

"Do you think I don't know that or feel bad about it every time we talk and his smile isn't the same or his laugh isn't... right?"

"So own up to it. It's probably really hard for him to be around you at all with how broken hearted he must have been to actually go through with breaking up with you. But he's made a lot of effort to get together-and I know you have too. That's not what I'm saying." Wes shrugged. "I just think that you both have made a lot of sacrifices in the—what, 5? 6?—years you were together. Those years meant something to both of you and… he really stuck his neck out coming to Ohio for the funeral. You know how much it meant to you. Probably as much as leaving UK meant to him."

Blaine didn't speak, but something in his face shifted. Wes had a point. A very valid point. Finally, after nearly a minute of silence, he spoke again. "Why didn't you tell me he lost his internship?"

"It wasn't really my place." Wes shrugged once again.

"I can't believe he did that for me... Before I knew, Carole went on and on about how good of an opportunity it was for him."

"Apparently you're the better opportunity."

Blaine bit back a smile before merging onto the highway, hoping Wes was right and that Kurt hadn't given up something for nothing.

…

There were several things Kurt had to do that day. The first thing he didn't even know he had to do until he got into his car, seeing Alec's binder in his back seat. They'd driven together to turn in some assignment a few nights before. Stupid professors having assignments due outside of class was never as annoying until he lived in New York City, but Kurt guessed fighting New York City traffic was something he'd have to face at least every once in a while.

It wasn't like Alec would need his binder until Monday given he put off assignments to the last minute. Seeing as Kurt would be at a wedding, though, he doubted he would have been able to drop it off then. No, he'd have to do it before the rehearsal dinner and dinner with his family, Blaine, and Wes.

He pulled his car into the garage nearest Alec's apartment (which luckily he was able to use his school pass for), and then made the not-so-long walk to Alec's apartment. He didn't even really know if they were home seeing as they'd been at the hospital as late as ten the night before, but Kurt knew where they kept a key anyway in case they weren't in.

He knocked on the door, shuffling back and forth on his feet. After a few seconds he heard footsteps and then the door opened, just a tad. He saw brown eyes and then the door closed a bit.

"Be careful. I might kill you with my germs."

"Hey, Eric." Kurt laughed, watching Eric fumble to unlock the chain lock on his apartment door. "I hate this stupid thing. I keep trying to get Alec to let me take it down because if an intruder wanted in, they'd just push the door hard enough to break it but whatever. By the way, don't touch it until Alec comes behind with his bubble suit and Lysol."

Kurt laughed again, stepping into the apartment when Eric finally pushed the door open. "You don't look like you're on your death bed."

"Why thank you." Eric, who looked pale and tired but nowhere near as bad as Kurt had thought he would, smiled weakly. "Alec's in the shower. He should be out soon. What's up?"

"He left something he'll realize he needs Monday when he does his homework. I figured I'd drop it off before I get pulled into wedding madness." Kurt explained, opening his messenger bag and pulling out Alec's binder.

Eric took it, very careful to not accidentally touch Kurt. "He was looking for this… earlier today? Yesterday? I'm not sure. The days are all blurring together."

"Any news on the test results?"

"Lab is moving slow. Alec is taking me to the doctor's office in a few hours to find out what the verdict is." Eric said. "I quit throwing up so they let me come home. There wasn't really a point in keeping me there. Alec has gone through five bottles of Lysol, I swear. A little late for that, if you ask me."

"Are you hearing voices in your head now too?" Alec asked, walking into the room wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His hair was unstyled and he had on glasses.

"You wear glasses?" Kurt asked.

"Oh my god. What are you doing here?" Alec jumped. "Oh God. My hair. This is embarrassing."

"You left this." Eric waved his binder before opening it and looking at the first sketch. "And he does wear glasses. He ran out of contacts this morning. His hair color is also really-."

Alec threw a magazine at Eric's head. "Shut it."

Eric snickered before coughing into his sleeve.

"What color is your hair?" Kurt asked Alec, surprised. Usually he could notice dyed hair from a mile away. Whoever dyed Alec's hair must have been damn good.

"Eric, stop!"

"Blonde. Like, blonde blonde."

"He's lying." Alec shook his head.

"It's adorable." Eric kissed Alec's cheek.

"Go get ready to go to the doctor." Alec rolled his eyes. "You're killing me."

"Okay, Dad. See you later, Kurt." Eric waved.

"See you. Feel better!" Kurt smiled.

"Thanks." Eric smiled back and disappeared from the room.

"He looks good."

"He does. We should know what's up in a few hours. I feel better now, though. He seems fine." Alec shrugged.

"He should still go. He's been sick off and on for months." Kurt said.

"If it's Mono, I'm calling off the engagement." Alec joked. "I can't date no cheater."

Kurt snorted as Eric came in, throwing a pillow at his head. He then said, "That was not grammatically correct!"

"Are you ready?" Alec asked, sounding exasperated.

"I am shirtless, so no. I'm going to have to wear one of yours. I'm out."

Alec sighed and shook his head. "I'll do more laundry tonight."

"Mmkay." Eric coughed and walked away.

"Thanks for bringing my binder. I figured it was in my car because I couldn't find it an hour ago." Alec said.

"You're welcome. I probably wouldn't have had a chance to bring it later." Kurt smiled.

"You'll see Blaine tonight, won't you?"

"In a few hours." Kurt let out a somewhat anxious smile.

"Good luck." Alec grinned. "Text me and let me know how it goes?"

"Okay."

"But don't let it go too well." Alec winked.

"I don't think you have to worry about that, but advice taken." Kurt laughed. "Tell me how the doctor visit goes?"

"Okay. I will." Alec nodded.

"I'll let you go and get ready to take him to the doctor. Have a good night." Kurt moved towards the door.

"Bye." Alec nodded and waved.

Kurt left, walking straight to his car. He bent, checking his hair in the driver side mirror, and then got into his Navigator.

He had to look his best since he was on his way to meet Blaine.

…

He was not excited.

Having dinner with his family, Blaine, and Wes was no big deal.

At least, that's what Kurt told himself twenty minutes after joining his family at the restaurant. After chattering about the garage, Parsons, and Carle's new job, there wasn't much else to distract Kurt from his thoughts. Soon he would be having dinner with Blaine!

He didn't want to get his hopes up too much, though. After all, they weren't together. This was the equivalent of having dinner wth Alec.

At least, that's what Kurt was telling himself as Melody began to whine.

"Momma, I'm huuuuungry!"

"Honey, we have to wait for Blaine and Wes." Carole spoke in a kind but firm voice.

Kurt leaned over, speaking to where Melody couldn't hear to avoid any small child meltdowns. "I don't think Blaine or Wes will care if we order while we wait. It could take them a bit."

"Isn't it rude?" Carole looked hesitant.

"It's Blaine. If the roles were reversed, he'd have ordered two meals by now." Burt chuckled.

"Blaine eats a lot." Melody giggled, clapping her hands. While she hadn't heard his words, she'd clearly been able to decipher what they were talking about. "Daddy, I want chicken nuggets and fries and a hot fudge sundae!

"I think dinner comes before desert, sweetie." Carole said. "We'll see how late it is after we eat and then we might get you a sundae. Don't forget tomorrow we'll get to eat a lot of wedding cake!"

"Yeah and I get to wear my pretty flower girl dress too, Momma!" Melody squealed. "Kurt, Momma hasn't let me touch it 'cause she said I'd mess it up. But it's pretty and now it's in a bag but soon it won't be and I'll wear it all day for the rest of forever."

Kurt gasped. "That's a lot of missed fashion opportunities, Mellie."

"I'm a simple girl, Kurt." Melody looked at him, expression serious.

"Do you even know what that means, Melody?" Kurt questioned.

"No but it sounds like big girl talk." Melody replied, placing her hands neatly over her lap.

"You're silly." Kurt laughed.

Melody giggled, hopping off of her chair and climbing onto his lap. "You're silly too, Kurt."

"Am I?" Kurt kissed her cheek.

"Uh huh. All my brothers are." Melody nodded, reaching up and touching his hair. "When is Blaine gonna come, Kurt?"

"He should be here pretty soon." Kurt smiled. "He had a long drive."

"Okay. 'Cause I miss him." Melody began to hum.

"Well it looks like you won't have to miss him much longer. They just walked in." Burt nodded his head in the direction of the door as Blaine and Wes wandered in, talking animatedly.

Kurt's eyes lit up when he saw Blaine, who was in jeans and a button down shirt—something that always drove Kurt crazy because it was so effortless and yet Blaine always looked so amazing in that combination.

"BLAINE!" Melody shrieked happily, not even waiting for him to come to their table. Instead, she ran over and jumped up and down until he scooped her up.

Carole laughed as Melody squealed before waving shyly at Wes.

"I'm gonna go get them. He may not have seen where Melody ran from." Burt said gruffly, standing up.

"Okay, hon." Carole smiled and looked at Kurt who had yet to take his eyes off of Blaine.

Kurt then glanced at her and turned his head so he wasn't facing Blaine, a bit embarrassed.

"Hey-lo." Wes said, playfully swatting Kurt's shoulder before sitting down. "You can stare. I know you want me."

"Wes." Blaine half growled, elbowing him.

"Like you wouldn't have been staring at him like that if we'd made it here first." Wes sang, winking at Kurt. "Right?"

"I should have come alone." Blaine sighed, sitting in the seat next to Kurt and offering a smile. "Hey."

"Hey." Kurt responded, smiling back.

"How are you two boys doing?" Carole asked looking between Blaine and Wes.

"Well Blaine over here is having a really good week so he should answer first." Wes chirped.

Blaine shot Wes a look and blushed a bit.

"Well, kid?" Burt grinned.

"It's really nothing." Blaine blushed again. "The place I interned for offered me a part time job. Well, me and my partner Adrian. We don't do a lot of in depth stuff but in depth enough for us to be in over our heads. The main lawyer is the one over us now—I don't know how that happened, don't ask—and he likes to throw us in and see if we drown."

"And you haven't drowned yet, Blainers." Wes grinned.

"Well it's only been two days."

"They're going to take him on after Harvard. Blaine works under the head honcho."

"Blaine!" Carole exclaimed. "That's wonderful!"

"Nobody has said that." Blaine said quickly. "Wes just likes to assume things and think that automatically makes it truth."

"The head lawyer offered you a real job after the internship assisting him. If that doesn't scream real job after graduation, I don't know what does." Wes rolled his eyes. "Blainers has the tendency to be a little oblivious."

"That is so good!" Carole smiled brightly. "Blaine, you should be very proud of yourself. That's a huge accomplishment."

"Thanks." Blaine looked pleased.

"We knew you were gonna go up there and take 'em by storm, kid." Burt grinned.

"It's really just a part time job. I don't know why everybody's making such a big deal out of it." Blaine bit his lip, still smiling.

"It's an open door." Kurt said, making eye contact.

"How are you?" Blaine asked, not blinking.

"I'm hung over." Kurt admitted.

"Shut up. Are you really?" Wes asked eagerly. "You get drunk?"

Burt cleared his throat. "That's not really something to talk about in front of Melody, is it, Kurt?"

"Dad's a little annoyed because I didn't come to the hotel last night." Kurt responded.

"A call would have been nice."

"Did Finn have to call?"

"It was his bachelor party. Besides, you said you were only going to stay for an hour or two."

"That's what Kurt always says before he gets drunk with Finn and Puck, Mr. Hummel." Rachel Berry sauntered over. "Hi, Blaine Warbler."

"Anderson… And hi." Blaine said. "Congratulations on the wedding."

Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Blaine. We're all very excited."

"For it to be over." Kurt whispered quiet enough that only Wes and Blaine could hear.

"You mean this has happened more than once?" Burt asked when Finn walked up.

"Brotherly bonding?" Finn gave a dopey grin.

Wes snickered. "This just got you so many awesome points, Kurt."

"Dude, you've gotta drink with him. It's awesome." Finn said. "Hey, Blaine!"

"Hey!" Blaine stood to hug him.

"Sorry about your grandma. How are you doing?" Finn asked, looking genuinely concerned.

"Don't ask. I mean, I'm doing fine but family lawyers keep trying to get in touch with me over paperwork. I keep telling them if it's not about the beach house I don't care, but they won't stop." Blaine sighed.

"Are they calling your brother too?" Carole asked, looking confused.

"Oh Alex isn't speaking to them. I'm not really sure of the details and I don't think he wants me to know, so whatever." Blaine shrugged.

"That means it's probably about Blaine." Wes cut in.

"Daddy, I am not hungry anymore!" Melody declared. "Let's go!"

"I believe other people are still eating. Blaine and Wes haven't even ordered food."

"Oh, we got hungry and had to stop for food." Blaine admitted. "I guess not eating before we left wasn't a great idea."

"Field trip!" Melody squealed, hopping down from her seat. "Come on Kurt, Blaine, and Other!"

"Wes." Blaine laughed loudly.

"Kurt, Blaine, and Wes!" Melody corrected, grabbing Wes' hand and all but dragging him out of his seat.

"Melody!" Carole gasped.

"Mel, we're tired. We're heading to the hotel room when we're done." Burt said gruffly.

"Kurt isn't tired and I'm staying with Kurt." Melody protest. "Right, Kuuuuuurt?"

"Since you couldn't last night, I suppose so." Kurt shrugged.

"I've not been to New York in years. I wouldn't mind a tour." Wes grinned and winked at Kurt.

"You are not at all subtle." Blaine huffed.

"That sounds like a great idea to me." Burt smiled as well.

Blaine looked at Kurt in time to see him roll his eyes.

"Would you two like a tour?" Kurt asked Wes and Blaine.

"Yep!" Wes clapped once and then held out his hand for Melody. "C'mon, little lady. Let's go on a double date with Kurt and Blaine."

"Wes!" Blaine hissed.

"I'll return Mellie in the morning." Kurt promised, waving to Carole and his father.

"Be careful, kids!" Burt called after him.

"Where to?" Wes asked once they exited.

"Well, you can see Parsons from here." Kurt pointed into the distance. "I can show you the studio?"

"It's late." Blaine pointed out.

"Students have a code." Kurt shrugged. "Believe me, there will probably be tons of people working on projects. I have a huge one due the day after wedding that I had to do super early."

Melody giggled, letting go of Wes' hand and running to hug Kurt's leg. "Let's go!"

"Alright, booger." Kurt smiled and led them towards Parsons.

Melody began chattering excitedly about softball, not really talking to a certain person and giggling at herself for most of the walk.

"Say something." Wes hissed, nudging Blaine.

Blaine glared at him.

"Alec and Eric live on the eighteenth floor up there." Kurt said, pointing to a huge skyscraper type building.

"How did they get their stuff up?" Wes wondered aloud.

"Movers did the furniture and the heavier boxes. They're both trust fund babies so they had enough money to pay someone to do it. I helped them move the smaller stuff in the cars." Kurt said. "Actually, all the furniture was there when Alec got there I think… He came up sooner."

"They didn't graduate together?"

"Eric's a doctor. Well, a new doctor. His job started right after graduation but Alec hung around Columbus for a while." Kurt explained. "And this is Parsons."

"Ooooooh!" Melody squealed. "Pretty! N-E-W ! N-E-W!"

"Good job!" Kurt wiggled her.

"Why does it say N E W, Kurt?" Melody asked.

"It's Parsons the New School for Design. N-E-W spells new."

"N-E-W spells new!" Melody repeated and nodded eagerly.

"Aww! Melody, that's so good!" Blaine smiled.

"I know!" Melody giggled.

Kurt walked behind a building and stopped outside of the door, stooping down by Melody. "This is a top secret code so never speak of this again."

Melody put her hand over her mouth, giggling even louder and nodding.

Kurt punched in the numbers before pushing the door open.

"How'd you do that?" Melody questioned.

"Super powers." Kurt said, nudging her in and holding the door open for Blaine and Wes.

"This is awesome." Wes said, peering in.

"I think so too." Kurt laughed. "Alec and I usually take the ones in the back left corner."

Melody ran off in that direction, pulling herself onto the seat Alec normally sat in. "Purple!"

"I sit in the red seat next to it." Kurt went over, plopping in it.

"Patty Cake!" Melody held out her hands, looking gleeful when Kurt began to do Patty Cake with her.

"That is too adorable." Wes said. "Don't you want babies with him?"

Blaine shot him a look (hating that Wes was correct in that assumption) and went over to sit by Kurt and Melody.

"Blaine! Blaine! Blaine, did you know that—that—I'm in school? And that I'm really smart. Daddy and Mommy say I'm really smart because I know my ABC's and I—I can count to… to…" Melody looked at Kurt and whispered, "What number can I count to?"

"Thirty-five." Kurt whispered back.

"I can count to thirty-five only sometimes—only sometimes I forget a few but then Daddy sings the number song and it helps me remember." Melody beamed proudly.

"That is awesome. I only know how to count to thirty-four." Blaine said.

"Thirty-five is only one more, silly!" Melody hid her face and then slapped her hands on the desk. "Blaine! Blaine, at the store this old lady really likes me and she gives me candy sometimes. Sometimes she gives me the blue kind but I like the purple kind better because grapes are yummy and watermelon isn't yummy at all."

"You don't like watermelon?" Wes mock gasped.

"No. It's too round."

"But all fruits—."

Kurt shook his head quickly.

"All fruits shouldn't be round." Wes finished.

"Is this your set station?" Blaine asked.

"I wish. They're all shared studios and stations, really." Kurt laughed. "It's hard to do a lot of stuff from home. There are several open studios you can work in but Alec and I always use this one. It's smaller and quiet, so it's easier to get stuff done. And as you can see, it doesn't really have many people occupying it at the moment. The one across the hall is bigger. It has more space, but people get loud and it's hard to keep your train of thought."

"I'm bored!" Melody hopped off the seat. "Let's get ice cream."

"I think the ice cream shops are closed." Kurt lied, holding his hand out.

Melody pouted but took hold of his hand anyway, sticking close as they left Parsons.

"Never fear." Blaine promised cheerfully. "We'll find something to do, Mellie."

…

"I'm surprised Wes didn't follow us up here." Kurt said, holding a sleeping Melody in his arms. A few hours had passed and although it was early enough that the three boys could have stayed out later, Melody had conked out and there was only so long you could walk holding a child.

"I told him if he did the lingering thing like last time, I'd flush his Chem notes down the toilet. He takes Chemistry very seriously." Blaine joked, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at Kurt. They stood in the hallway of the fancy hotel Kurt was staying at. Excluding a drunken couple that was making out a few doors down, aside from that they were pretty much alone.

"Well that's a sight." Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes.

"They don't even look old enough to drink." Blaine said.

"Says the person who drank at the age of fifteen." Kurt snorted.

"Shut up." Blaine laughed. "Is she heavy? Do you want to lay her down?"

"Are you saying you want to come into my hotel room?" Kurt teased.

"No!" Blaine said quickly, eyes widening. "No. I just—."

"I'm joking." Kurt reassured him. "That is an excellent idea, though. The drawback is to get in I have to wake her up. I can't exactly reach into my back pocket holding her."

"If you wake her up, she'll never go back to sleep." Blaine pointed out.

Kurt groaned. "She's obnoxious when you wake her up, too. Worse than Kreacher and you and I both know how he gets. I'm pretty sure that mark on my foot turned into a scar."

Blaine bit his lip, blushing. "Well…uhm… I could… get it for you?"

"Oh. Uhm. Okay." Kurt's eyes widened. "Well it's in my wallet."

Blaine reached behind Kurt, mentally kicking himself for offering to get the key. However, on the other hand….why was it even awkward? I mean, honestly, how many times had he touched Kurt's ass on a regular basis? More than he could count, that's for sure.

Then again, things were different now.

Everything always led back to how things were different now.

They'd yet to have the break up talk leading Blaine to wonder if they'd ever move past this stuff and get back to how they used to be.

Blaine pushed the electronic key into the handle and opened the door when it clicked.

"Thank you." Kurt said, walking into the dark room.

Blaine flipped the light switch on, following him in. After all, he had to make sure everything was okay, right? Not that Kurt couldn't take care of himself, of course. Maybe old habits did die hard.

"So, you're staying with David?" Kurt whispered as he laid Melody on one side of the large bed.

"Yeah." Blaine nodded.

"How does he feel about you coming to my brother's wedding?" Kurt asked, not really expecting an answer.

"Does it really matter?" Blaine asked.

"No." Kurt made eye contact.

Blaine smiled a bit. "You look good today. Well, you look good every day but I really like that color on you."

"Thanks." Kurt smiled back.

"How big is this wedding going to be exactly?" Blaine sat on the edge of the other bed.

"Rachel Berry big." Kurt said. "But it's going to be nice. Everyone put a lot of work into it. Her dress is gorgeous."

"Really?" Blaine asked. "Does it have a cat on it?"

Kurt covered his mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, not wanting to wake his sister.

Blaine grinned.

"How long have you waited to say that?" Kurt laughed.

"It just came to me. I swear." Blaine laughed also.

"Between you and me…" Kurt glanced at Melody, making sure she was asleep. "I'm pretty sure there's a bun in the oven."

Blaine's eyes widened.

"Not 100% but… about 99.9%." Kurt shrugged one shoulder.

"Carole's gonna flip." Blaine said.

"Oh, she's the one who mentioned it to me. I was hoping Finn would drunkenly admit it last night but no such luck… Unless he admitted it once I started to get drunk."

"Oh, wow." Blaine whispered. "Finn raising a real baby."

"He'll be okay if it's true. It could just be a false assumption."

"You're one of Rachel's best friends. I'm sure you'll be one of the first to know." Blaine smiled. "That's exciting."

Kurt nodded. "Don't say anything, though. Even to David. If it got to Mercedes or to anyone, really, they'd both probably kill me."

"Pinky promise." Blaine held out his pinky finger.

Kurt linked fingers with him before looking in his eyes.

"I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Blaine." Kurt whispered, chancing another glance at Melody to make sure she was still sleeping. He then sat on the edge of the bed next to Blaine.

"We… Uhm… I think after the wedding we should get together and talk about… the break up. And fixing things." Blaine said, watching him carefully.

"Really?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. We… We need a plan. I want us to be okay. Us as a couple." Blaine smiled again. He then looked sheepish. "You still want that, right?"

"Yes." Kurt nodded, not blinking.

Blaine leaned in, touching his cheek.

"Blaine?"

"Your skin is so soft." Blaine whispered.

"You cut your hair." Kurt responded, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I should go." Blaine sighed, standing.

"It is getting late." Kurt stood as well. "Can I have a hug?"

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug, squeezing him tight.

"Can you text me when you make it to David's so I know you're okay?" Kurt pulled back.

"I'm sure we'll be fine but yes I will." Blaine laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kurt."

"You look good, too. By the way." Kurt leaned against the doorframe as Blaine exited.

"Don't I always?" Blaine winked and then walked down the hall.

Kurt waited until he could no longer see Blaine before closing the door and practically bouncing on the bed.

Not only did they have solid plans to talk about the break up, but also things felt better between them each and every time they saw each other.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

***LTC***

Blaine had tried to mentally prepare himself. Kurt looked amazing on the laziest of days and he'd never seen Kurt in an actual tux before. Suits, yes. Tuxedos? Not so much.

If Kurt could turn heads in a suit, Blaine could only imagine the damage he would do in a tux on the day of Finn and Rachel's wedding.

Which is why Blaine should have been prepared for the sight of Kurt in a tux. However, he wasn't prepared in the slightest. Nothing could have braced him for how breathtakingly gorgeous Kurt was, Blaine thought to himself.

In the most platonic of ways, of course.

Right.

"You look… great." Blaine sputtered, coming up to Kurt. Kurt was standing outside the hotel, texting on his cellphone and frowning down at it.

Kurt started and looked up, smiling a bit. "Thanks. You do too."

"How long before the ceremony starts? I know it's supposed to start in an hour but…"

"But Rachel." Kurt laughed.

"Exactly." Blaine laughed as well.

"She's close to being ready. With luck, it'll start on time. Everyone's kind of frazzled in there. There was a small tear in Mercedes' dress. I don't think Rachel's ever been gladder to know me in her life."

Carole came up and patted Blaine's shoulder before rushing into a room.

"She's been running around like a chicken without a head for two hours. I think she's nervous." Kurt explained at Blaine's bewildered expression—when had Carole ever not said hello? Never, that's when.

"How's Finn doing?"

"Surprisingly well—and sober." Kurt noted, smiling and saying hello to an elderly couple walking past.

"Who's that?"

"Carole's aunt and uncle or something. I'm not too sure." Kurt answered once they were out of earshot. "I could recognize her brother and her parents but that's about it."

"I didn't know she had a brother." Blaine admitted.

"Well their parents divorced when they were younger and they picked sides. She went with her mom, he went with the dad. I guess they never really became close." Kurt explained. "They talk a few times a year."

"Huh. I'm surprised you know that."

"Carole and I spent a lot of time together before I left for Parsons. Plus, you know we like watching trashy reality shows together." Kurt smiled. His smile then faltered before growing—but this one, Blaine knew, wasn't genuine.

"Hey, kiddo." Burt said gruffly behind them.

"Hey!" Blaine smiled.

"Last time I saw you in a tux was Kurt's junior prom. You clean up nice, kid." Burt grinned at him.

"Thanks." Blaine laughed. "You too."

"What's the look for, Kurt?" Burt questioned.

"Nothing." Kurt returned his attention to Blaine and his dad.

"I hope this thing is quick." Burt muttered. "Weddings make me jittery."

"Caffeine makes you jittery, Dad." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Burt rolled his own eyes. "I still live with this stuff, Blaine."

"I don't think it'll ever end." Blaine laughed.

"No, probably not." Burt shook his head. "You boys come in soon, alright? People are starting to sit down."

"Okay." Kurt nodded. "We'll come in soon."

Burt nodded before disappearing back inside the hotel.

"I'm kind of surprised they opted for a wedding inside a hotel. It's nice but I pictured Rachel being more of Synagogue bride since she's Jewish." Blaine confessed.

"She wanted to get married in New York and synagogues charge too much here." Kurt responded. "Want to head in?"

"Yeah." Blaine nodded.

"Wes is over there flirting with Rachel's cousin." Kurt pointed once they entered the hotel lobby.

"Oh God." Blaine groaned. "I'll be right back. Save us a seat with you?"

Kurt smiled, pleasantly surprised. "Okay."

This wedding was getting better and better by the minute.

…

"W-We should really… go back." Kurt panted as Blaine pushed his tuxedo jacket off of him precisely two and a half hours later.

"You're right." Blaine nodded when Kurt unbuttoned his white shirt hastily, pushing it over his shoulders and then kissing the dip between Blaine's neck and shoulder. "We're not gonna be able to stop so-soon."

"Do you want to stop?"

"God, no." Blaine groaned, unbuttoning Kurt's dress shirt expertly and tugging the t-shirt over his head. "Shut up about your hair."

"Believe it or not, that's the last thing I'm concerned about right now." Kurt panted, undoing Blaine's pants.

We're not together, Blaine thought as he undid Kurt's as well. You should stop this.

"Is this something you're going to regret?" Kurt pulled back, blue eyes staring into his own.

"I could never regret anything to do with you." Blaine responded in a soft voice before crashing his lips against Kurt's, moving him into a laying position and crawling over him.

Kurt pulled away. "Because this could, theoretically, be bigger than just… sex."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Blaine pulled back. Because he did know that. How could he not?

"O-Okay." Kurt nodded, not quite sure what that meant and too horny to put much thought into anything when their hips were moving so nicely against each other.

Blaine pulled his pants off and then tugged Kurt's off as well. That voice in his head kept telling him to stop, this was only going to make fixing their problems harder, it would only complicated things. But they hadn't been this close in so long. Nobody made Blaine feel the way Kurt did—both physically and emotionally. How did he just pull away from that?

Besides, maybe it wouldn't complicated things.

Maybe it help.

Yeah, right.

"Come here." Kurt panted, pulling Blaine back over him and kissing him slowly.

Blaine cupped Kurt's face in his hands, eyes fluttering shut as he slid his tongue into Kurt's mouth. He had missed this; he had missed this so much. It felt like everything was right in the world.

Kurt's hands slid down his sides, stroking in a way that made Blaine shiver. He then pulled back and began kissing down Kurt's neck and collarbone. He stopped abruptly and sat up, staring down at Kurt's chest.

"What?" Kurt asked, out of breath. He opened his own eyes and looked at Blaine, confused.

"When did you get a tattoo?" Blaine panted.

Kurt glanced down at his chest and then laughed, covering his face.

"This is a good story, isn't it?" Blaine, still breathing heavily, grinned. "Tell me."

Kurt shook his head, well aware he was probably blushing.

"What is it, then?" Blaine questioned, straddling Kurt.

"Kanji symbol…" Kurt hesitated. "For courage."

Blaine tilted his head and let his hand hover over it. "Does it hurt?"

"It's actually a few weeks old." Kurt admitted.

Blaine let his fingers trace the symbol, lip caught between his teeth. Kurt's skin was so soft—not that it hadn't always been, of course. It had been a long time since he'd seen more than Kurt's arm and face, though. Five months to be exact. "Courage?"

"A special boy used to send me that word when things were tough. He hasn't sent it in a while so I thought I'd have a daily reminder." Kurt gave a smile that was surely supposed to be flirty but came off hesitant and shy—just how Kurt looked when they were newly dating, hinting at hiding in one of the common rooms to "hang out" which, of course, really meant make out.

"Special boy, huh?"

Kurt raised his hand, touching Blaine's cheek. "Very special. Smart, too. Kind of handsome. Sometimes. When he's had a haircut."

Blaine let out a sudden giggle, eyes bright. "Why did you get that tattoo, Kurt?"

"One night I was hanging out with Finn and Puck. I got a little tipsy and we all three decided to get tattoos. They decided; you don't tell them no when they're tipsy. And… I decided to get that." Kurt explained somewhat lamely. "That word holds a lot of meaning for me."

Blaine smiled. "Did it hurt?"

"My pain tolerance drastically changed after all those surgeries and injuries evidently. I could barely feel it." Kurt blinked a few times. "It was probably the alcohol."

"You are kind of a light weight." Blaine snorted.

"Like you can talk." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Blaine leaned closer, lips brushing against Kurt's ear as he whispered, "I think your tattoo is hot."

"Yeah?" Kurt asked.

"Oh yeah." Blaine leaned down, pressing his lips against Kurt's.

"I thought you didn't like tattoos. You said they were tacky." Kurt pointed out, pulling back.

"Don't you know that Kurt Hummel can pull off anything?" Blaine retorted.

Kurt smirked and then tilted his head. "I believe you were in the middle of something when you got distracted."

"Where was I?" Blaine asked.

"I could give you a hint." Kurt rolled them over so he was on top, kissing Blaine's neck.

"Oh fuck." Blaine groaned, pressing himself against Kurt.

"Blaine, are you sure about this?" Kurt rose up.

"The only thing I'm sure of right now is that I really want you to… just…" Blaine sputtered, unable to even finish his sentence. Then he blurted, "Yes, please."

"But doesn't this—"

"Please stop talking. Don't think." Blaine whimpered, leaning up to kiss Kurt slowly.

Kurt whimpered into the kiss, letting his hand run down Blaine's side and then up his thigh.

Blaine shuddered, gripping Kurt's thin waist. He then sank against the bed because arching up was becoming too much of an effort, letting his fingers run up and down Kurt's back.

Kurt whimpered into the kiss and then pulled back, making eye contact.

Blaine looked back into his eyes, swallowing.

This isn't right.

He needed to listen to that voice in his head. As much as he really wanted to, for lack of better words, go at it with Kurt… It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth the negative impact it could possibly put on their friendship and their… relationship?

He couldn't let a physical thing get in the way of them.

It was too much, too soon.

They had to wait.

Blaine turned his head and murmured, "I can't."

"We…"

"I should go." Blaine whispered. "I'm sorry."

"We can stop. We… You don't have to go." Kurt moved off of him, tugging the white undershirt he'd been wearing over his head.

"I'm sorry." Blaine stood, pulling on his pants. "Believe me, I want to stay but we—I can't."

"We'll just go back down there, Blaine. You don't have to leave." Kurt frowned. "Sit with me. Let's talk about this."

Blaine buttoned his shirt up, not speaking.

"We agreed to talk about stuff. If we leave it like this… This is the kind of thing we're trying to fix." Kurt bit his lip and reached down before pulling his own pants on. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Kurt. Don't apologize." Blaine sat on the edge of the bed because Kurt was right. If he ran away, it'd be doing one of the things they'd been working so hard to fix.

"I don't want you to run away and us to not talk about this, but something… but something be wrong between us."

"Nothing's wrong. I'm not mad." Blaine looked him in the eyes. "This is just hard for me because I'd really like to go at it all night but I know in the morning I'll feel horrible about it because things aren't good between us." He paused and then corrected himself. "Not that they're bad but we're working on relationship problems so we can be in a relationship again in the future. Sex will just complicate it. And it may make us make rash decisions we're not ready for yet."

"Like getting back together?"

"Like getting back together." Blaine nodded. "There are still so many things we need to talk about before we get back together and if we have sex and don't get back together… I don't want to cheapen us. I don't want to do something with you that I would have done when I was sixteen. We mean so much more than that."

Kurt stood and then leaned over, pressing a kiss to Blaine's forehead before sighing. "We shouldn't have come up here to 'talk.' Weddings do this to people."

Blaine nodded, not quite sure what to say.

"If we hadn't broken up, we'd be downstairs dancing right now. And at the end of the night, we would have gotten to leave together and wake up together tomorrow." Kurt sighed again.

Blaine frowned as his phone went off. He unlocked it and looked at Wes' text.

Abort mission, Blainers. Abort. Mission.

Another one quickly followed.

You and Kurt have both been gone too long. I know you're horny after this many months of only your hand but you're turning into me.

Coming.

He then sent another one.

Not like that, either. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Kurt looked at him, face expressionless—something Blaine didn't often see. Usually Blaine was the one to mask his feelings and Kurt the exact opposite.

"This isn't your fault." Blaine stood and straightened his shirt.

"What isn't?"

"The break up." Blaine bit his lip. "I'm sorry, you know?"

Kurt looked at him.

"I am really and truly sorry for everything I did that contributed to our break up, Kurt. I don't know if I'll ever regret anything more." Blaine chewed on his lip.

"I'll never regret anything more than breaking up with you."

Blaine leaned over until their foreheads were together and took in a deep breath.

"I'm afraid I'll never have you back."

"Don't be." Blaine whispered. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah."

"We need some time but we'll get there. I promise." Blaine forced a smile.

"Are you upset that we…?" Kurt trailed off.

"I'm not upset but I'm kind of freaked out." Blaine closed his eyes. "I don't want to complicate things more."

Kurt nodded.

"I just… It's too much too soon. I don't want to do the whole fooling around until we're back together thing. It cheapens us. We're too good to do that." Blaine scrunched up his nose adorably. "Plus, it'd be kind of tacky."

"Alright. We should head downstairs before we change our minds." Although the last thing Kurt wanted to do was take Blaine downstairs, he knew if they stayed by themselves in a hotel room… Well, what good came from exes being in a hotel room alone together? Nothing, that's what.

Still, he knew that meant Blaine would be leaving for home—not a home they shared together, but a home alone in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Without Kurt.

Blaine held out his hand, eyes bright and warm. "We'll be okay."

"I know." Kurt squeezed his hand briefly before letting it go. "You're going to say bye to everyone, right?"

"Of course." Blaine nodded. "I don't want Burt coming after me with a flamethrower, do I?"

"Does he seriously have one?" Kurt asked, straightening his suit as best as he could and putting his hotel key into his jacket pocket.

"I am telling you. Finn and I found it." Blaine sounded exasperated as he straightened his own clothes and followed Kurt out of the room. "Why don't you believe us?"

Kurt shook his head and they walked together in silence to the reception hall, smiling at the wedding planner who was standing outside the ballroom, clipboard in hand. Unfortunately, Kurt knew that woman much better than he would have liked. Then again, a lot of unfortunate things came from being one of Rachel Berry's best friends. Still, he wouldn't have changed it for the world.

"Do you see them?" Blaine asked quietly, interrupting Kurt's thoughts.

Kurt glanced around before pointing and dragging Blaine to the front of the room. "Dad, Blaine's about to head out."

"You don't want to stay and eat more cake?" Carole asked, looking at him sadly. "It's still so early!"

"No, but thanks. I know it's early but Wes and I have a four hour drive and classes tomorrow afternoon." Blaine frowned but then turned it into an apologetic smile.

Burt glanced at Kurt, who refused to make eye contact.

"Thanks for having me here still." Blaine said politely. "I had a great time."

Oh my God, Kurt thought. Don't look at Dad. Don't look at Dad.

His father finally made eye contact.

Damn. He knows. How does he always know?

"Oh, hon, don't even." Carole was saying as she hugged Blaine. "But, come here. You have to say goodbye to Finn and Rachel before you go."

"I'll go tell them bye right before I leave. Where's Melody?"

"HERE!"

Blaine laughed and looked down, scooping Melody up—which was no easy feat with how puffy her royal blue flower girl dress was.

"Blaine, can we dance now?" Melody asked.

"I have to head back to Cambridge."

Melody stuck out her lower lip. "But why?"

"Wes and I have a very long drive." Blaine stuck out his lower lip too. "But we danced three times earlier. Isn't that good?"

"I guess." Melody pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck. "But I wish we could again."

"I'm sorry, pumpkin." Blaine hugged her tightly.

"I love you." Melody squealed, squeezing his neck.

"I love you too." Blaine grunted, giving her a tight squeeze as well. "I'll call you Tuesday."

"Tuesday is my favorite because I talk to you, Kurt, and Finn." Melody explained, facial expression serious.

"Tuesday is my favorite day too." Blaine laughed.

"Okay, hon. We have to let Blaine go." Carole said, putting her hand on Melody's back.

"Daddy, can I go home with Kurt and Blaine?"

"Kurt and Blaine don't live together, Melon Head." Finn came up, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm not Melon Head." Melody giggled loudly. "I'm Mel-oh-dee. And they do so."

"No. Blaine lives in Massachusetts. It's pretty close, though." Kurt explained.

"So you're like neighbors." Melody giggled.

"Something like that." Blaine laughed.

"What's a few hundred miles?" Burt chuckled.

"Bye, Blaine." Melody kissed his cheek. "You can put me down, please."

"Bye, sweetie." Blaine set her down as Rachel came up. "Thanks for inviting me to the wedding, Finn. Rachel, your dress is gorgeous."

"Thanks, Blaine Warbler." Rachel smiled and hugged him.

"I'm going to walk Blaine out, Rach. I'll be back." Kurt said.

"Aw, dude. Are you leaving?" Finn asked.

"Yeah. I have to get home. Tomorrow I've got so much homework. I've been doing a lot of work for my internship. It's insanely hard to get anything done let alone everything."

"Okay, bro." Finn gave him a one armed hug. "Text me sometime."

"Have fun in London." Blaine smiled brightly. "Bye, everyone."

"Give me a hug, kid." Burt stepped up, hugging him.

"Friday?" Blaine asked, hugging Burt back.

"You got it. I'll call ya and let you know when I'm in Boston."

"Cambridge." Blaine corrected. "Close, but not where I live."

"Tell me another five times and I'll probably get it right." Burt chuckled when Blaine pulled away.

"Probably not. I've corrected you five times already." Blaine laughed loudly.

"Get out of here, you." Burt said, waving him off jokingly.

Blaine laughed again and hugged Carole. "I'll talk to you soon, alright?"

"When you've got time, hon." Carole smiled. "You and Wes be careful driving home. If you get tired, pull over."

"It's only four hours. We'll be fine." Blaine reassured her. "Bye, everyone."

"I'll be right back." Kurt told his family before leaving the ballroom with Blaine.

"Wes said he was on his way to the car." Blaine explained, glancing at Kurt.

"I'm sorry about earlier." Kurt whispered as they walked down an empty hallway.

"It takes two to make out… and undress…"

Kurt bit his lip to keep from smiling. Smirking, maybe. That had been the last thing he'd expected this morning when getting ready but Blaine didn't seem upset, maybe a little freaked out, so Kurt wasn't about to complain.

"You look so smug." Blaine shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"I don't." Kurt protested.

"You do." Blaine laughed as they reached his car.

Wes, who was leaning against it, quirked his eyebrow and then nodded to Kurt.

"Stop." Blaine sighed.

"I don't want to be the pot calling the kettle black, guys, but fooling around at a wedding?" Wes asked.

"Who did you fool around with at a wedding?" Blaine asked.

"This wedding?" Kurt asked.

"Hey, who am I to turn down a gorgeous woman?" Wes asked, smirking. "I had to get something out of watching the wedding of the New Directions leading members… considering I spent hours of my life trying to take you all down because you all were basically the opposite of classy."

"You just hooked up with someone at a wedding and you're calling our entire glee team unclassy?" Kurt asked.

"Everyone but you, of course." Wes said, flashing a smile. "Ready, Blainers?"

"Can we have a minute?" Blaine asked.

"Didn't you just have thirty?" Wes let out a dramatic sigh before getting into the car. "Bye, Kurtsie."

"Who'd you sleep with?" Kurt asked. "Oh God. Was it Rachel's cousin?"

Wes made a lock and key motion before closing the door.

"Sorry." Blaine laughed.

Kurt shook his head. "I'm not too surprised to tell you the truth."

"Weddings are the biggest place for hookups." Blaine bit his lip.

"We're okay?" Kurt questioned.

"Definitely." Blaine nodded. "Call me Thursday?"

"I'll try. If I can't, I'll call Friday after you're done with Dad."

"I'll probably be stuck in a mock trial until seven or so." Blaine frowned. "We'll figure a time out."

"Your mock trial?"

"No. I just have to be there. I'd rather it be mine. It's boring when you have to watch other student's mock trials." Blaine shrugged a bit.

"Well good luck with not boring yourself to death." Kurt bit his lip, glancing at Wes.

The last time they'd parted, they'd been alone. They'd said I love yous, hugged, Kurt had kissed Blaine's cheek. It had been a sweet, surreal moment. What was it going to be like to say goodbye this time? Especially considering Wes was only a car door away.

"Thanks for finding Wes and I when we got lost yesterday." Blaine blurted, unable to come up with anything more intelligent. God, it was worse than when they'd first started dating. It was so hard to know how to act around Kurt now.

"You're welcome." Kurt laughed. "Thank you for coming to Finn and Rachel's wedding."

"It was a nice wedding. I had a good time."

Wes coughed loudly.

Blaine huffed loudly, moving away from the car. "He's obnoxious."

"I'm not surprised by that either." Kurt joked. "He's staring."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I don't want to say the wrong thing." Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes.

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"Can I hold your hand?" Kurt asked.

"That's what you wanted to say?" Blaine extended his hand.

"Now what do you want to say?" Kurt questioned. "You've clearly been holding something back for the last half an hour. I know you. When we first started dating I couldn't read you that well but now I can read you better than I can read myself."

"It's weird being at Finn's wedding with you but not with you… Not in a bad way, but maybe not in a great way either." Blaine attempted to explain. He didn't look away from Kurt, eyes locked on his. "I wish I'd be going to your apartment with you tonight… Working on homework there, watching you work on your portfolio. It doesn't feel right that half an hour ago we were in your hotel room about to go at it and now we're out here and you had to ask if you could hold my hand."

Kurt didn't speak.

"It sucks not knowing what to say sometimes and other times having to hold back saying too much. I'm afraid to say the wrong thing too. But all I really want right now is to kiss you but I can't and I know I shouldn't even want that right now, Kurt. But I do. It's frustrating."

"You want to kiss me?" Kurt tilted his head.

"I always want to kiss you." Blaine mumbled. "That suit looks really good on you, by the way. I mean you look best without it but—oh my God. I'm getting in the car."

Kurt giggled, dropping Blaine's hand.

Blaine stepped up, arms going around Kurt.

"You look good in your suit but better without it too." Kurt whispered in his ear.

This time Blaine laughed. "Would you kill me if I said I wore the same suit to the funeral?"

"I know you did." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Have you forgotten how much I pay attention to clothing details?"

"No." Blaine pulled back just enough to look at Kurt. "Take care of yourself, Kurt."

"You too. I know you're busy but make sure you get enough food and sleep… healthy food and sleeping that lasts longer than a toddler's naptime."

Blaine nodded, hugging him again. "Get back in there. Tell everyone I said bye, okay?"

"I will." Kurt gave him a tight squeeze and pulled away.

Is he going to say it?

Blaine looked at him, not speaking.

Maybe Kurt wasn't going to say it.

Blaine couldn't say it first.

"Be careful." Kurt smiled. "Bye, Blaine."

"Bye, Kurt."

Damn.

Blaine tried not to feel too disappointed as he turned, pulling the driver side door open. Maybe last time was a fluke. Maybe they shouldn't have said 'I love you' so soon.

Or maybe he had ruined it not going all the way with Kurt.

That was ridiculous, though. Utterly ridiculous. Kurt was not that kind of guy—at all.

"I love you, Kurt." Blaine said, voice barely loud enough for Kurt to hear.

Kurt, who had turned and was walking away, turned back around. His eyes seemed five times brighter than they had only moments before. "I love you too, Blaine."

Blaine's face broke into an adorable smile as he got into the car, pulling the door shut after him.

"Oh God. Are you going to talk about this the whole way home, Blainers? There's only so much middle I can handle between 'We broke up' and 'We're back together.'" Wes groaned as he waved at Kurt.

"Shut up." Blaine backed out. "You're trying to not act smug because this is exactly what you wanted."

Wes grinned. "What can I say? I am pretty awesome when it comes to Klaine matters. I almost won the bet of when you two would get together. Maybe David and I should make a bet of when you two will get back together. I'm gonna say December… No, January. Yeah. January."

"I doubt David will want in on that bet." Blaine laughed. "Can you set up the GPS so we can get home?"

"Can do, Blainers. Can do."

Blaine bit back a grin, hazel eyes bright.

"I'm happy for you, Blaine. I really am."

"Me too."

***LTC***

"Blaine!"

Blaine, who was walking to the campus library with Adrian the next afternoon to study, shot Adrian a confused look. He then looked behind him, smiling when he saw Peter—no, Preston— coming towards them. He'd seen Preston on campus a few times and Preston had gone with him to two seminars that had been held near campus. Still, they didn't see each other a whole lot and he was a bit surprised that Preston was going through the effort to catch up to Blaine and say hello.

"Here we go." Adrian mumbled when Preston was just out of earshot.

"Hi, Blaine. Hey, Adrian." Preston waved. "Are you two having a good day?"

"Lovely." Adrian glanced at his phone.

"Good. You?" Blaine asked cheerfully, watching Adrian move his bag to his other shoulder.

"I'm great. I'm glad I ran into you two, though. I know you've only been to the GSA a time or two—and Blaine, we've hung out some, but we'd love to see you all around some more. We're actually having a GSA Welcome Back party tomorrow night starting at ten. We all have classes on Friday so it won't run terribly late, but we'd love to have you all."

"Need to meet a member quota to keep the club open?" Adrian asked before his eyes widened. Clearly he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"No." Preston said, smile not leaving his face. "It's an open invitation."

"Uh… Well, we might be able to swing by. Maybe." Blaine said, reaching for the paper Preston was holding out.

"It's really close to campus. You don't even need a car to get there. Just keep going south, take a left, and you'll see the apartment complex." Preston explained, pointing. "Stop by for five minutes or an hour, whatever you can. It'll be fun!"

"Thanks." Blaine said, smiling.

"Thanks." Adrian took a paper as well, sounding more sarcastic than anything. He waited until Preston's back was to them before wadding the paper up and throwing it in the trash. "No thank you."

"We don't have a class until eleven Friday and it starts at nine." Blaine said.

"No. Are you serious? No, no, no." Adrian shook his head. "Absolutely not. I draw the line at going to some creeper's apartment."

"It's a school sponsored event."

"Right."

"We have no extracurricular activities." Blaine pointed out.

"That GSA has to flag down people they've met once to get attendees. I think your time would be better spent elsewhere. Like at CMJ sorting papers." Adrian retorted.

"I haven't been to a party on campus yet."

Adrian groaned.

"You don't have to go, but I might."

"No. You can't go alone. That guy is creepy. He's too smiley." Adrian scowled. "I get a bad vibe off of him. I don't know. He seems nice enough but his eyes just… linger. And not in a flirty way. In a… weird way."

"You've been on too many blind dates." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Maybe but you still can't go to that party alone."

"Wes won't go to a 'Gay Club' party. So… I guess you'll have to." Blaine grinned. "I'll pay for dinner during our next study session?"

"My God. You don't have to pay me to go." Adrian groaned. "Fine, Blaine. But no longer than an hour, alright?"

"Deal." Blaine held out his hand to shake it.

"And only moderate amounts of alcohol." Adrian said before shaking his hand.

"I'll do my best, sir."

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[WARNING/SPOILER ALERT]

16.2 will involve an attempted rape on either Kurt or Blaine. The scene is shown, not just mentioned. The majority of the update will, obviously, be focused around this. If you do not feel comfortable reading that, please skip 16.2 and just start up again at 17. And again, any mention of what happens in 16,2 will have a spoiler alert/trigger warning as well. I will go ahead and say this for those of you who are not reading 16.2. It is VERY BRIEFLY and WITHOUT DETAIL discussed between Kurt and Blaine in Chapter 17. Chapter 17 is pivotal to this arc (the break up), so if you do not want to read that in 17, let me know and I will send you a copy of 17 with no mention of this in it. I don't know how that'll work but I'll find a way.

This warning will be posted at the end of every update mentioning this attempted rape and at the beginning of 16.2. And I will be moving up the rating of this story as a result of the upcoming chapter as well.

Again, because a few people asked me after the last chapter, THIS OCCURS IN THE NEXT UPDATE.