Blaine set the papers he had printed on the counter and booked it into his room, wrenching the doors of his closet open and diving through the clothes hanging there to get into the back. He dragged out two giant rolling suitcases and a large duffel bag which he had moved everything in with. He had also filled two cardboard boxes of stuff when he moved in, but he was going to have to cram the contents of his apartment into three bags. He set the two suitcases and the duffel bag on the bed and stared into their empty depths, planning how he was going to fit everything into those three bags.

He didn't have too much in his apartment because he didn't move in with too much and since he had only been living in the city for a few months, he hadn't acquired much else. Still, cramming everything into three bags was going to be a stretch. Before he knew it, he had been planning his strategy and staring at the bags for fifteen minutes and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw the time on the clock sitting his night stand read noon.

One hour until the wedding, two hours until he had to be at the airport.

His pulse began a steady thrumming in his chest as Blaine took in the time and he slowly reached for the cellphone that was resting on his nightstand. He opened his contacts list and slowly scrolled through the lists of names and numbers until he came across the one he was looking for. He took a deep breath and let it out shakily as he hit the send button and waited for the first ring.

As he suspected the phone rang and rang, the other end failing to pick up his call and sending him to voicemail.

"Hi, you've reached Elise Durand. I'm not taking calls at the moment, but leave your name and number at the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

The tone beeped and he began his message, "Elise? It's me. Listen," he plopped himself down on the bed, "I-I know you said to stay here until you came back, but I can't. I don't know if I'm being the most logical right now and I don't know if I should have made this decision by myself, but I'm leaving. Today." he paused to keep his voice from wavering on the line. "I booked a flight to California for four o'clock this afternoon, I've made hotel reservations near my old school for a week until I can find an apartment, and I'm about to start packing as I speak. It's a done deal. I just can't stay in this city any more. I thought I could come here and start a new life in a new place, but it just didn't work out like I had hoped. I hate leaving you, this isn't fair to you at all and I know it. I feel like a complete ass for just leaving you like this but I can't bear to be here anymore. In case I don't see you before I go, I-I just wanted to tell you how much you truly mean to me Elise," tears spilled over his lower lids and his throat got thick, choking up his voice as he spoke into the receiver.

"You are the best friend I have ever had. I came to this city scared and broken, I came to you just looking for a job and I got so much more. I got a job at the best coffee shop in the city, working for the best boss on the face of the planet, and I got the best friend anyone could ever ask for. You put me back together after so many years of just being alive and not really living. You were there when I had no one else to turn to, you always knew how to cheer me up, you put up with my issues and all the recent problems I've had, you offered me the best advice even though I didn't always follow it," he pulled the receiver away from his mouth and sniffed noisily.

"I can't begin to tell you how much you mean to me Elise, I love you so much more than words could possibly express. I hope you know that. No matter what, you will always be my best friend, despite the distance between California and New York," his words got more choked and he could barely utter his good-bye to his best friend's voicemail. He cleared his throat before he brought the speaker back to his mouth, "if I don't see you before my flight, I'll call you as soon as I land and check into my hotel to let you know I made it there safely. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but if I don't leave today I'll never have the balls to leave and I'll forever wonder what would have happened if I just left like I intended. I hope you understand, and I hope that you'll forgive me for just up and leaving like this," he sighed and wiped his eyes, sniffling as quietly as he could. "I have to finish packing," he mumbled bleakly into the phone. "I'm sorry and I love you so much, Elise. Please forgive me. I love you. Goodbye."

He ended the call with a flick of the red button on his cell and stared at the blank screen for a few moments, feeling another pit open up in his chest, this one reserved for Elise. Pocketing the device in his sweatpants, he rose steadily from the bed, wiping the tears from his face on the back of his hand. He exhaled and let his shoulders slump forward, feeling heavier than they had before he made one of the hardest calls of his life. He shook his head and refused to let himself dwell, pack! He commanded himself brusquely. He glanced around his room and grabbed his rolling suitcase, wheeling it into the kitchen.

He began with the cupboards, removing his plates and glasses, folding them neatly in the towels and dishrags he had to keep them from breaking during the flight. He packed all of the things in his kitchen, leaving the counter tops bare and the cupboards positively barren. He took everything out of his refrigerator and freezer and dumped the little food he kept in there straight into the trash, feeling guilty for wasting it even though there wasn't much there. Next, he moved into the living room, packing his clocks, his printer, his laptop, and his DVD's into the already full case with everything else. Luckily, the apartment came fully furnished, so he didn't have to worry about shipping the couches and the television equipment.

When he finished clearing out the living room, he fought with the zipper to close the suitcase and wheeled the hulking thing over and set it up on end right next to the front door. Next, he grabbed his guitar and set it next to the suitcase at the door, scanning his eyes over the empty living room and kitchen for anything he may have missed. It was strange how bare the place looked after all the months of seeing it adorned with all the little things that made it home.

With the living room and the kitchen completely stripped of all his possessions, he meandered into his bedroom to clear out that room and the adjacent bathroom connected to it. He snatched his duffel bag off the bed and dragged it into the bathroom and began packing his toiletries and towels into it, trying to make the best of the little space he had to fill. As he packed everything up, he expected to feel better about leaving, to feel the sense of relief he felt when he packed up to leave Ohio and move to New York a few months ago. He didn't.

The more he packed up, the more uneasy he felt about going. Truth be told, he loved the city more than any other place he had ever been to, and leaving it didn't seem right because this truly was his home. He loved the lights and the sights, as well as the people and the places that he was a part of every day. He had met some great people in the city and if things had turned out different, he'd still be living here. The more he pondered it, the more frustrated he got that he had finally found his home and he was forcing himself to leave it all behind.

"Damn it," Blaine cursed aloud. He was sick of uprooting himself again and again and never just settling in one place, running away from Kurt and his own emotions like he was fleeing the plague. He crammed the last towel into the bulging duffel bag and zipped the pack closed, dragging it behind him out of the bathroom. "This is the last time I'm moving cross-country," he vowed out loud to himself as he slammed the bag down next to the full suitcase and his guitar by the front door. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket as he made his way to the bedroom and checked the time. 12:45PM.

He almost swallowed his tongue at the sight, his stomach tightening and fluttering unpleasantly. "Fuck," he breathed and threw his phone on the bed, putting as much distance between himself and the clock as he could. Fifteen minutes, his brain reminded him, fifteen minutes and Burt will be walking him down the aisle. Fifteen minutes and Kurt Hummel will become Kurt Ayers.

He threw open his last enormous suitcase and shook it off, this is why you're leaving, he reminded himself. With shaking hands, he began sifting through the clothes in his closet, keeping them on their hangers but folding them into the suitcase as tightly and neatly as he possibly could. He managed to pack his whole closet, shoes included into the suitcase and still have room for the clothes in his dresser, the very last of the possessions he had to pack. He grabbed his cell off the bed and checked the time again 12:57PM.

His chest seized and his heart dropped. Clenching his jaw, he threw open his top drawer and hastily emptied the contents into his open suitcase, refolding the clothes and bodily cramming them into the bag. He glanced at his cell lying innocently next to the suitcase and with a trembling finger, he touched a button on the screen, bringing it to life and illuminating the time he did not want to see. The clock read 1:04PM.

He turned back to his dresser and opened the second of three drawers, just staring blankly at the clothes folded there. Time stretched on as he emptied that drawer and as the minutes passed, the ceremony played out in Blaine's mind. The orchestra would pick up their instruments and begin a dulcet melody that would fill the room, the notes swelling and rolling in an elegant rhythm cascading over the audience as they rose from their seats and waited. The double doors would open slowly at the end of the aisle, revealing a dashing Kurt and his father, their eyes shining and faces glowing.

By now, Kurt would be walking down the aisle, beaming at all of his friends and at Glen who awaited the arrival of his soon to be husband at the end of the aisle. Burt would end his promenade with Kurt and clap him on the shoulder, both men misty eyed as his father went to take his seat next to Carole. The music would stop and everyone would take their seats as the reverend officiating the ceremony began to speak.

Kurt would be positively radiant, staring into his fiancé's eyes as he took the man's hands in his own and Glen would be staring back with the same warmth and giddy happiness. They would tune out the reverend and just stare at each other with shining eyes that spoke the words 'I love you' without their lips moving. The reverend would bring out the rings and they would exchange them with trembling fingers, murmuring promises of forever as they repeated the words the officiator dictated to them.

Blaine's own eyes began to well with tears as he opened the last drawer of his dresser and began removing the last of his clothes to pack in his suitcase. All the while he packed, the happy little wedding scene danced in his mind, playing with a crystal clarity that made him feel as though he were sitting in the audience with everyone else. Everyone's perfect dream a perfect nightmare in his eyes.

Once each man had a ring and the lifetime of promises it held, the reverend would utter his last sentiment, gently closing the book he held in his hands. There wouldn't be a dry eye in the room as the happy couple pressed their lips together in the first kiss that would seal the rest of their lives together forever. Laughing, they would turn to face the crowd, their fingers laced securely together, and the reverend would declare the newlyweds as Mr. and Mr. Ayers. The room would erupt in happy sobs and applause as the audience rose to their feet, sniffling and clapping. Smiling from ear to ear, Glen and Kurt would begin their parade down the aisle together as husbands and leave the room, setting foot through the threshold into their new life together.

Blaine felt a single tear leak out of the corner of his eye and slide down the curve of his cheek, falling down and splashing on the back of his hand as he reached into the drawer and pulled out the last of the folded jeans at the bottom. He turned toward his stuffed suitcase and forced the denim in with the rest of the clothes in there. The bag was bulging out at the sides and the clothes there had gone from being neatly packed, to piled and shoved in any nook and cranny they would fit in, closing the bag was going to be a chore.

Sighing, he turned back to his dresser and reached for the handle, but the drawer wasn't empty, there was one article of clothing balled into the corner of the drawer where it had been crammed. With a shaking, cold hand, Blaine reached into the depth of the drawer and closed his fingers over the soft fabric of the white and red striped shirt. Numbly, he unfolded it and smoothed the creases out with his fingertips, releasing the distinct smell of Kurt that stung his eyes. The scent blossomed from the shirt, tickling Blaine's nose and forming a lump to his throat that he couldn't swallow.

His quavering hands brought the shirt to his nose and he inhaled the scent deeply, closing his eyes as the smell flooded his eyes with tears. The sweetly familiar aroma seeped into his lungs and settled as a heavy veil over his heart, sinking it in his chest. A flush of memories flowed through his mind, all of them Kurt.

Some were recent, like Kurt curled under Blaine's arm and clasping his hand in the cab, but some were older, seeing Kurt the first time on the stairs of Dalton Academy, their first kiss, the night they gave themselves to each other for the first time. His breathing grew ragged and his heart cried out, longing for the memories to be more than just projections of the past. His arms wanted to hold Kurt, his lips wanted to kiss Kurt, his heart wanted to love Kurt, but his brain chimed in with the painful reminder that it was only memory now.

Blaine buried his face in the shirt and sobbed, the sound muffled by the fabric keening in tune with the sound of the driving rain outside the apartment. His shoulders shook and his knees gave out on him, sending him backwards and seating him on the bed next to the suitcase. It wasn't more than a minute and the shirt was soaked with the tears, the salt water blossoming across the striped pattern clutched in his fingers. He took the shirt away from his face and sniffled, taking a deep breath through his nose. He was sick of crying. He reached for his cellphone and checked the time 1:27PM. His heart fluttered and sank as he gave a small sob and set his cellphone down on the bed again. He needed to leave for the airport in fifteen minutes in order to be there for 2PM.

Kurt will be a married man by then… his brain reminded him. Blaine clutched the shirt to his chest and let the tears just run down his cheeks. This is why you're leaving. He glanced sideways at his suitcase and thought about whether or not he was going to pack the shirt. He ran his thumb over the damp, sweet-smelling fabric and wondered if bringing this piece of Kurt with him was a wise choice. He stared at the shirt, unwilling to part with it, yet unable to find a justifiable reason to keep it because getting rid of it was for the better. But he couldn't do it.

Sighing, he dropped the shirt onto the bed next to where he sat and rested his elbows on his knees burying his face in his hands. He needed to calm himself down, crying all the way to the airport and through the security process wasn't an option. He focused on his breathing and tried to keep it even, wishing the damn tears would stop, but flow on they did. He listened to the rain in the silence of his apartment as it pattered against the windows and concentrated on that alone, not allowing his thoughts to stray to more painful topics.

The front door slammed open, smashing into the wall in the other room and Blaine's shoulders started a little, but he left his face buried in his hands. The familiar sound of Elise's hurried footsteps tapped along in the kitchen and the living room looking for him in there. When it was clear he wasn't in either the kitchen or the living room, her quick steps made their way down the hall and came to a dead stop in the doorway of his room when she must have caught sight of his hunched back as he sat facing away from the door on his bed.

"I know why you're here, Elise," he said without turning to face her before she could yell at him or beg him to stay, or both. "And I want to tell you that before you say one word, I'm leaving and nothing will change my mind."

The room was silent, no one said a single word, the air tense. Blaine sniffed and wiped yet another tear off his cheek. "I'm sorry okay?" he choked out, unable to face her. "But I just can't stay here anymore. Like I said in the message, I've got a flight at four to California and I'm not coming back. I'm so sick of hurting myself and coming to New York was a huge mistake, even if it didn't seem like it at first. As long as he's in this city I can't be. I know it's unfair to you and the shop, but it just hurts too much," he whispered, gripping his chest. "I came here to start over again after he broke my heart once, and I let him do it all over again. I'm such an idiot." Elise shifted in the doorway behind him but waited for him to continue.

"I can't believe I deluded myself into thinking that for one second I had another chance," he thought aloud, shaking his head slowly back and forth, "not when he had a wealthy, handsome, mature, established fiancée who can give him so much more than I ever could. You know what I've always regretted the most?" he asked rhetorically, "right after he ended things I almost bought a plane ticket to New York to get him back. For months I would open the airline's website and just stare at all of the departure times to the city, never having the courage to just pick one and fly out here to get him back. And here I am five years later in this very city and I thought this was the chance I'd been waiting for, but it's too little too late. Maybe if I had taken one of those flights five years ago things would be different, but they aren't and I can't keep kidding myself. I need to move on."

The tears he had been battling spilled over his lids again and he hastily wiped them away in frustration. "I'm being such a shitty friend to you Elise, I feel guilty as hell for just running away like this, like some scared little boy would run away from the monster under his bed. I just can't see any other way around this, I am a scared little boy. I'm scared about the future, I'm afraid of my past, and right now I am terrified by the situation I'm presently in. I-I'm in love with a married man," he admitted breathlessly, shaking his head. "I'm petrified that I'll never be able to not be in love with him. You'd think that after five years I would be able to keep a healthy relationship with someone else, but no matter what I do, no matter what I tell myself, I still love him. Too much."

He buried his face in his hands, "and this is why I have to leave. I can't face him. I don't know what I'd do if I just ran into him on the street or he came by the shop for a cup of coffee. I wouldn't be able to look into those b-beautiful blue eyes of his and not feel something for him. I can't love him anymore and yet I feel like I'll never stop. No matter what I do to try and take it back, my heart will always belong to him."

His cheeks were slicked with salty tears now, spreading along the planes of his face and trickling down his chin. "I wish this were simpler. I wish we could be together and that he could be mine and I could be his. I wish I could stay here with you Elise. But it isn't that easy. And it never will be because I'm in love with Kurt, and only Kurt," he whispered, his voice trailing off and ending in a choked sob. Blaine ran his hands over his face, wiping away the moisture on his cheeks but his red-rimmed eyes produced more tears as quickly as he could wipe them away.

Uncomfortable shifting came from the doorway at his back, but Blaine couldn't bring himself to turn around and see the hurt look on Elise's face. He wished she hadn't come, this goodbye was going to kill him. He waited for her to say something, anything because the silence between them was setting his heart aching even more. He heard a sniffle and a breathy inhale from the door.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

He froze. Every muscle in his body seizing up and freezing solid. His heart stopped and his breath caught in his throat, his eyes bulging in their sockets at the sound of that voice.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked again, hesitantly.

Blaine shot up from the bed and whirled around to face the door. His heart hammered against the inside of his ribs as his tear moist eyes scanned the figure before him. Kurt stood awkwardly in the doorway of Blaine's bedroom, fully clad in his white tuxedo complete with a wilting red boutonniere. His shoulders were soaking wet and his hair was dark with moisture, long splatters of water soaking the bottoms of his trousers. He looked a mess. Droplets of water ran down the bridge of Kurt's nose and slid off the tip onto his vest.

"Y-You're soaked," Blaine breathed, his blank mind hardly able to form the words of his observation.

Kurt quickly glanced down at himself and back up, his dripping hair falling in his eyes. "It's raining outside," he replied, quickly flicking his wide eyes toward the window and brushing the hair out of his face.

Blaine's eyes went straight to the window for conformation and saw the sheets of driving rain that hadn't relented since he woke up this morning. He nodded quickly and returned his eyes to Kurt, "right," he breathed.

Both men remained silent for a while, neither saying a word as they just stared at each other. The air between them was thick with tension, a tension that was only disrupted by the sound of the rain outside. Blaine's brain was desperately grasping for words to say but he was too frazzled and his words had left him the moment he saw Kurt. His pulse was rushing hard and fast through his veins as he fought for words and couldn't come up with a single one.

Kurt sighed and cast his eyes at the rug, "y-you're leaving?" he asked looking up at the packed suitcase on the bed. Blaine nodded numbly, glancing down at the open case too. "I see." Kurt cast his eyes down and picked at the sleeve of his white coat.

Blaine swallowed hard and took a deep breath, "why are you here?" he demanded, his voice noticeably quavering.

"Blaine…"

"If you here t-to ask me to come to the reception, I can't. I-I have a flight to catch." Blaine turned back to his suitcase, cramming the white and red stripped shirt into the bag and flipping the lid closed, zipping it shut with one quick flick of his wrist.

"I didn't come here to ask you to come to the reception," Kurt mumbled from the doorway.

Blaine's eyes flicked up to Kurt, "what?"

"I didn't come here to invite you to a reception," Kurt repeated himself, "there is no reception."

"Why are you here?" Blaine asked again, his whole body shaking.

Kurt's eyebrows pulled together and he looked across the room into Blaine's eyes, "I came here for you."

Blaine's knees shook and knocked together as his eyes slowly traveled down the length of Kurt's left arm where they came to rest on the ring finger of Kurt's left hand. It was empty, no ring to be seen. His jaw went slack and he brought his eyes back to Kurt's. "I-I couldn't do it," Kurt breathed, his voice trembling.

Blaine blinked a few times as the words sank in and he felt his knees come close to giving out on him. A sob got caught in his throat as the words stuck in his brain and a million feelings washed over him. He felt everything all at once. His whole body trembled from head to foot and he got lightheaded, barely even noticing the tears streaming down his face until they began to trickle down his chin. He buried his face in his hands and doubled over, his lungs sputtering as he gasped for the air he had been neglecting to breathe. His gasp turned into a sob as his body came dangerously close to buckling and falling to the floor.

Kurt's footsteps bounded across the room, Kurt wrapping his arms around Blaine's trembling shoulders and holding him tight. "Shhh," Kurt whispered, tears of his own leaking down his porcelain cheeks. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, clutching as tight to Kurt as his shaking arms would allow and buried his face in the wet fabric of Kurt's shoulder.

It was all too much for him to handle, the excitement, the relief, the sheer joy that pumped his heart now. It was all too good to be true. A miracle. Blaine could hardly believe it. He leaned back to look up into Kurt's eyes, the crystalline burning blue he loved so much staring back at him swimming in tears. He felt so vulnerable looking into those eyes. One look could reduce him to a pile of bones on the floor at this man's feet. One touch, and he'd come undone. One word and his whole world could either come crashing down or come together. He was powerless under those eyes.

With shaking fingers, Kurt tenderly brushed away the tears on Blaine's face, letting his hand linger on Blaine's cheek. He rested their foreheads together and his eyelids fluttered closed with a sigh.

Blaine sniffled, "w-what happened?"

Kurt pulled back and looked Blaine in the eye. "I was at the wedding, standing behind the doors with my father waiting for the ceremony to begin. The music started and the doors opened to reveal all my friends and family… Glen was standing at the end of the aisle waiting for me… I looked down the length of aisle and saw him there, and it felt wrong," Kurt shook his head. "It took me until the moment I was staring my future in the face to realize I didn't want it. Any of it. I didn't want Glen to be the one waiting for me at the end of that aisle," he whispered, "I wanted it to be you."

Kurt leaned it slowly, closing the small distance between their lips, and ever so gently brushed a kiss across Blaine's mouth, his lips barely ghosting over the shorter man's. "I love you," Kurt murmured, barely audible over the rain outside.

Blaine stood stalk still just staring up at Kurt in disbelief. His hazel eyes scanned Kurt's face searching for the answer to the tangled mass of questions running through his head. How could this be happening? Is this even real? Was it some sick nightmare and the vision before him was about to be stolen from him again? Was this angel going to turn to white smoke right there in his arms, leaving him alone and broken again?

"Blaine say something," Kurt urged, his brow furrowing in concern.

Blaine's words were long gone now, he couldn't find them if he had wanted to. Instead, he slowly reached his hands up and placed his finger tips on either side of Kurt's jaw, barely resting them there. They traveled along the smooth plane of his pale jawline until it ended and followed up to his temples. His thumbs slowly traced the tear tracks on Kurt's cheeks, wiping away the salty tears. Kurt's eyes drifted closed and he leaned into the caress of Blaine's hands as they explored the planes of his face. They ghosted over his cheekbones and cheeks, running up the length of the petite nose before skimming gently over the eyelids and the soft fringe of chestnut-colored lashes that fanned across Kurt's cheeks.

Kurt's skin was warm and steady under the touch of Blaine's ice-cold, trembling fingers as they slowly memorized his face without any urgency. He traced every inch of the smooth skin on his face, saving the lips for last which he traced around and brushed his thumbs across, eliciting a breathy sigh from Kurt. He ran his fingers through his damp hair slowly, feeling the thickness of the brown strands slide between his fingers.

Kurt watched Blaine's face as the shorter man slowly ran his hands down the elegant length of Kurt's neck and across the tops of his wet shoulders. Just as slowly, he ran them back along the tops of his shoulders before lacing his fingers together at the nape of Kurt's neck. He drew Kurt in closer, resting their foreheads together, and let his eyelids sink closed with a sigh.

"This all feels like a dream," Blaine murmured finally.

Kurt's lips slowly inched closer to Blaine's, "if it is, I don't want you to wake up."

"Never," Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips.

Blaine closed the gap in one movement, the rush of air forced out of his lungs by the butterflies in his stomach turning into a sigh. His hands behind Kurt's neck held him impossibly close as he deepened the kiss and Kurt's arms snaked around Blaine even tighter and held him to his chest. The kiss was slow and sweet, warmth spreading through the numbness in the rest of Blaine's body. It sent a thrill through his veins, sparking his frozen muscles and loosening them, effectively turning Blaine to mush, completely powerless in Kurt's tight embrace as their lips sweetly melded together in a slow, familiar pattern.

The tattered and frayed ends of Blaine's heart seemingly smelted together as the warmth spread through his body and reached his chest. His heart sputtered and picked up its pace, in turn sending a chill up Blaine's spine and making him shiver. He pulled against the back of Kurt's neck, needing to be closer if it were possible and Kurt obliged, stepping closer and tightening his arms around Blaine even more.

It was all so surreal, being close to Kurt like this, he never thought he would ever have this again. He never wanted to give this feeling up again. His head was spinning off in a dizzy haze making him lightheaded and weak at the knees. He was Kurt's, and Kurt was his, just like it was always meant to be. He felt tears of happiness prick his eyes and trickle down his cheeks.

Kurt started shaking, his lips trembling against Blaine's. His breaths came quick and shallow through his nose as his mouth moved against Blaine's. Kurt moved his lips form Blaine's as fat tears started rolling down his pale cheeks, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispered brokenly against Blaine's pink lips.

Blaine pulled against Kurt's neck and silenced him with his lips, bringing their mouths crashing together with a sigh. Kurt whimpered against Blaine's mouth and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, holding him close in a tight embrace. Blaine drowned himself in Kurt, his already kiss swollen lips moving fervently. He put everything he had felt in the last five years into the kiss. The longing, the anguish, the heart-ache, the regret, the sleepless nights; he buried them all in that one kiss. None of it mattered, he was right there where he belonged.

Blaine pulled his lips from Kurt's, "I love you," he whispered breathlessly, brushing his lips across Kurt's again.

Kurt smiled warmly brought a hand up and caressed Blaine's cheek lightly, "I know. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I-I never meant to—"

"Shhh," Blaine breathed pressing a finger to Kurt's rosy lips, "it doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters now is this," he murmured taking Kurt by the hand and placing it over Kurt's heart. "Only this," he whispered glancing down at their hands resting over Kurt's heart, "and what it wants right now."

Kurt's piercing blue eyes searched Blaine's hazel ones for a moment before he reached out and placed his free hand over Blaine's heart. "This," Kurt breathed.

Blaine's eyes followed Kurt's arm and he looked down at the pale hand resting over heart. "That's always belonged to you," he replied flicking his eyes back up to Kurt's.

"That's it."

"You're sure?" Blaine asked reaching his hand up and caressing Kurt's cheek with the hand that wasn't over Kurt's heart.

"I've never been more sure," he breathed. Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips lightly against Blaine's whose lips curled in a warm smile. Kurt sighed and clutched Blaine's hand tightly to his chest and the corners of his lips lifted to match Blaine's.

A pang of panic struck Blaine's consciousness, "what about Glen?" Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips.

Kurt pulled back to look Blaine square in the eye, "what?"

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath, "I-I just need to know that he— That you and him are— That we—"

"Blaine, there is no more Glen and I."

"A-And you won't…"

"No."

"You won't change your mind?"

"Never," Kurt replied smiling and running a hand softly through Blaine's messy curls.

Blaine nodded to himself, "it's just…"

"Just what?"

Blaine let loose a single chuckle, "I am petrified," he admitted.

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

"There's everything to be afraid of," Blaine replied, shaking his head. "I am terrified you'll wake up one day and think you made the wrong choice."

"Blaine…"

"I can't lose you again," he murmured rubbing his thumb over Kurt's cheekbone.

"You won't," Kurt said firmly, pressing his lips reassuringly against Blaine's.

Blaine broke the kiss, "I-I just want to make sure you're absolutely positive that this is what you want."

"Blaine," Kurt began, "I've made my choice. It's you. It'll always ever be you."

Blaine looked deep into Kurt's eyes, searching for any sign of ambivalence in the limpid blue pools before him, "but you can't say that you don't still have feelings for him." Kurt opened his mouth to protest but Blaine held up a hand, "I know some part of you still loves him."

Kurt sighed lightly and took Blaine's hand in his. "I do still love Glen," he began and Blaine hung his head, "but," Kurt continued, hooking a finger under Blaine's chin and lifting his hazel eyes up to his, "that will pass. I'm in love with you."

He leaned in and kissed Blaine, cupping the shorter man's face delicately in both of his hands. His lips were warm and reassuring, Blaine couldn't help but fall even harder for Kurt. The wall he built up slowly crumbled, Kurt being the only one who could ever bring it down. He rested his hands lightly on Kurt's chest, feeling the muscles under his vest and shirt and the heartbeat fluttering beneath his palms. Kurt was there, not just as a worn out memory in the back of his mind, but physically there. And Kurt was his.

Kurt ended the kiss and gently rested their foreheads together, his eyes still closed and a dimpled smile spread wide across his face as they just kind of rested there for a while, neither moving. Blaine brought a hand up to the inside of Kurt's wrist and lightly tracing patterns across the sensitive flesh with his thumb. Kurt sighed in contentment, bringing a smile to Blaine's lips and a flutter to his stomach.

"So," Blaine began after a while, "how did he take it?"

Kurt let out a choked chuckle, "bad."

"Yeah?"

Kurt nodded his head without parting their foreheads or opening his eyes, "I got to the end of the aisle and called the whole thing off. It was quite dramatic."

"You are one for theatrics."

Kurt grinned wider and laughed lightly, "he was really upset though. I really hurt him."

"Did you tell him why?"

Kurt gave a slight nod, "he knew it was you. He wasn't happy about that at all, but I don't blame him, I kind of ripped out his heart. He kicked me out of the apartment."

Blaine finally separated their foreheads and leaned back to look at Kurt, "he what?"

"Well he asked me to move out, which I had planned on doing anyway. Speaking of which…" Kurt trailed off raising his wrist and checking the time on his watch. "My dad, Carole, and Finn are at my apartment right now packing up some things while Glen isn't there. I should be there helping them, but I had to come see you first. And I'm glad I did, or else you would be on your way to the airport right now." Blaine nodded and glanced over his shoulder at the suitcase on his bed. "I should get going," Kurt said placing a peck on Blaine's lips before taking a step back, "I have a lot of packing to do. And by the looks of it, you have a lot of unpacking to do."

"Where will you live if he's kicking you out?" Blaine asked.

"Rachel has offered me to stay with her until I can find an apartment. Hopefully I can find one soon, she and Finn had a less than cordial argument before the wedding and I don't know how much of Rachel's dramatics I can take." Kurt chuckled at his own joke and started backing away from Blaine and toward the doorway.

"Stay here," Blaine said simply.

"What?"

"Move in with me."

Kurt smirked and strode out of the bedroom, Blaine hot on his heels, "take no offense, although homey, your apartment is a little small," he said entering the living room and looking around as if to emphasize his point.

Blaine shrugged, "we can look for a bigger one. Until we find one to your liking, you can stay here with me."

Kurt made his way over to the front door and paused, looking at the room around him and then at Blaine's stuffed suitcases next to him. "it's a single apartment, designed for a bachelor," Kurt said with a teasing smile dancing playfully about the corners of his mouth. "You still have to unpack all of your things, plus all of mine. Even though you can manage, I won't be able to fit my apartment in three suitcases," Kurt giggled.

"Somehow, I'm not surprised in the slightest," Blaine grinned.

"Me either. I've got to go pack and you have to unpack and cancel flight plans so you and I both better get to work." Kurt leaned down and pressed his lips to Blaine's quickly before stepping out into the hall.

"You never gave me an answer," Blaine called to Kurt as he began walking away from the apartment down the hall.

Kurt stopped and turned around to face Blaine who was propped in the doorframe of his apartment. "To what, moving in with you?"

Blaine nodded and crossed his arms.

One side of Kurt's mouth quirked up in a smile and he arched an eyebrow, "tell you what, I'll move in… if I get the closet."

A smile tickled the corners of Blaine's lips and he couldn't help but laugh. "Deal."